Fox In The Wolf Den

It's okay

LEOS' POV.

Um..

I look into the mans' bright blue eyes, and feel comfortable.

I spew what happened, and that I know violence shouldn't be the first option.

He smiles, and tells me in a soothing tone, "It's okay, Leo."

Then, I realize his mouth wasn't moving.
What?

I look beside me, and Oscar is awefully close.

He shuts his mouth with an embarrassed snap.

He looks away.

The headmaster confirms, "He's right, Leo. You don't have to..."

Only then do I realize the tears that were spilling.

Oscar seems alarmed, but not shaken.

He asks, eyes bright with concern.

I tell him about my parents.
How they argued like Arnold and I had, but with out violence.

He takes his paws in mine, and looks at me with empathy.

I feel a wave of calm.

The blue glow fades out, and I feel a degre of transparency take over my form.

My tears are also intangible, so they just disintegrate.

Oscar hugs me, and some how we're both people again.

My fore arm is horribly sore, and I yelp.

He looks at the Headmaster, and takes me to the nurse.

Arnold sees me, and cries, "Keep the beast away from me!"

He makes his heart beat quicken alarmingly, making the heart monitor squeel.

The male nurse rushes over, and yells at me, "OUT! OUT! OUT!"

My arm begins to throb, and I whimper in pain.

Oscar demands, "Why? She's in monumental pain!"

He raises his hand to hit Oscar.

I reach out with my good arm, and block the blow.

Both men are shocked.

Then, I take off running.

My arm burns.
I turn back mid stride in a busy hallway.

Then, I see everyone back to the walls.

No one moved.
No one but my pursuers.

I run faster, but he matches.

I look, and see the Headmaster beside me.

He stops me with a wall of ice.

I freeze.

He puffs, angry now, "Can you just stop? I'm trying to talk with you, miss. You really need to learn to trust people, yah know?"

I back up, concerned and afraid now.

I snarl.

He strides towards me, and I back away.

He glares me down, and begins to yell at me for being cowardly. About how wolves are strong. How lone wolves are to stand in society. How foxes are so quick to violence.

Then, I mentally snap into millions of peices.

I begin crying as I run away like a shot wih my head down.

My limp is so bad I trip every secound stride.

So, I don't look too gracefull, but I'm going faster than ever before.

Then, I burst into a hallway.

It's full of teachers around a huge desk.

I dive under the table.

The angry Headmaster burts in, and I cower under the table.

It reminds me of a scene from Disneys' Fox and the Hound.

The scene where Amos is threatening Tod in the widows' home while Tod hides under the wood stove.

I whimper as he swears and turns blood red.

Two boys burst in, and see what's happening.

Elliot and Oscar!

I risk a run past the Headmaster, and to my brother and best friend.

I stand behind them, cowering.

I feel a certain fear in my heart.
Like what I felt when my parents fought.

I look up at the Headmaster, who whips around to glare down Oscar.
He snaps at Oscar, "You can't protect that stupid fox forever. I'll get my hands on it, and "
He makes a wringging motion.

My heart beats fast.

I snarl, and zone in on his ringing cell phone in his flailing hand.

I take it carefully, and take it to the teacher with the most authoritative air.

I smile weakly as she takes it, and limp away violently.

They notice the limp.

I feel something pushing on the tenser.
A teacher or two throw thier lunches up.

A woman in a immaculate black business appropriate knee length approaches me.

She asks, "What happened, you poor fox?"

She removes the bandages.

She looks away promptly.

My leg suddenly has an indescribable pain that could be described as worse than a slow, hot, flaring, throbing stabbing with a hot knife.

I scream, and try to back up.

A man is behind me, but I never see him.

A quick poke lights my back end, and my legs give.

I whimper as my vision focuses on Oscar, and then on an empty blackness.