The Foxes

Chapter Three

Chapter Three: Brody

I dreamt about Maple that night. Most nights actually. Every day when I wasn't in school I looked for her.

I looked for, both, a fox and human. As a fox, it was easy to find her. She stood out so much. She was an arctic fox, in Virginia. All the rest were normal, orange-red foxes.

But they were anything but normal. They hunted together, they lived together. Normal foxes didn't. The big difference was that they changed from fox to human and back again. I was pretty sure that wasn't normal.

No one knew what made them change. No one even knew that they changed from human to fox or fox to human! No one would want to kill them if they knew. But, everyone preferred "werewolves" over the truth. They didn't care about the truth.

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one day while walking through the woods, I heard gunshots. Suddenly, and arctic fox came running towards me. It was Maple. Her right paw was bleeding and she was limping.

Not long after Maple came to me a man came running into the clearing I was in. He was tall and had dark hair. My dad. I scooped up Maple and held her in my arms. If he shot my fox, he would shoot me.

"What are you doing? Put that thing down. NOW!" he yelled at me, "You know better than to do this! You know we're supposed to kill foxes-!"

"Why?" I asked, calmly.

"You know what they did. They killed your Mother."

"Not all of them. It was only two of them. I was there. I saw it happen. It wasn't this one."

"What does it matter? Do you want that to happen again to someone else? Because, trust me, it's happened before , it'll happen again."

"And see, that where you're wrong. They aren't all vicious beasts. The people who kill them are." I showed no emotion. I just walked off, with Maple, still in my arms.

I found a tree house with a sign that read Maple's tree house. It was painted on, but the paint was chipping away.

I started climbing and set Maple down, one I was inside. It was the End of spring. Maple started twitching, and bit me.

Then she was human again. She propped herself up on her left arm, seeing as her right arm was bleeding and had a bullet in it, she couldn't really use her right arm. Leaning against the wall of the tree house, she recognized me.

"Oh my gosh! Are you ok?" She asked. Then lowered her voice to a whisper. She pointed at my arm where she had bitten me. "Did I do that to you?"

"Yeah. But, ill be fine. You're the one I need to worry about. Let me see your arm. I said.

She looked into my eyes. She had beautiful eyes. They were like a pool.

"do you know what to do?" She asked.

"sort of." I replied.

"O-ok..." She held out her arm. The bullet wasn't going to get out unless we went to a doctor.

"I'm taking you to a doctor. Now."

"I can't exactly climb down a ladder, with a bullet in my arm, smart one." She said sarcastically.

"Ok, first of all, I think I like you better when you cant make fun of me," She smiled and rolled her eyes. "Second of all, can you jump off the balcony, if I catch you?" Her eyes widened. She was afraid.