Fighting The Darkness

Chapter 2

Once we got back to our house, our 'parents' were waiting for us, they adopted us, and were pretty strict. I mean, you have to be strict to people like us. Well, 'mutants' I guess. We had cutesy little years and a tail, mostly wolves. So, we chewed on stuff more than most kids. It wouldn't be surprising to see chewed up stuff. Everywhere. So, of course they would be strict. And, yeah. We basically shared the same 'parents' we were actually science experiments, and they used a random person's blood and some wolf's. And, yeah. That's how they explained it. 

The 'Mom' walked up to us, "Oo, how was it? Did you have fun, you weren't hurt, were you? Oh my! Luka, get cleaned up, brush your hair. Oh... Both of you, get out of those fighting clothes!" Luka and I both rolled our eyes, we had just come back from fighting. Usually, we just change into pajamas and just sit around. Well, I put on sweat pants and a shirt, still pajamas! Well, for me at least. Then, we would have some ice cream and throw pillows at each other. Sometimes, blankets. Then it was like World War 4. World War 4 because... Monsters... World War 3... Yeah. 

"First Mom, it was killing a beast, and was gross, it wasn't all too fun but we messed around afterwards, we only got a few scratches and bruises, the usual, and, that's what we would do anyways" Luka said, trying to hold back her laughter. Our Mom gasped, "You usually get hurt? Well, why do you do this then?" Luka looked disgusted, and I could tell I did too, "Yes, we usually get hurt, and we won't stop doing this. This is... Who we are. We take pride in fighting those monsters." I told her, she growled at us, stepping closer, "Dress nicely, we're going out." That's all she said before grumbling into the other room. Luka and I both did a slight wave and walked off to our rooms.

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3rd POV

Luka had dressed in a purple dress that resembled a ballerina's, except not straight out.  It went down to her knees, and had small sparkles on it. She had black combat boots with it, skull leggings, her two snake bites in, and that's it. This, was surprisingly a very fancy thing for her to wear, she liked to dress in a 'gothic' way, especially in public events. Charles, however, wore a simple silver vest with a light blue under shirt, and a red tye, he wore slacks that matched his vest and black shoes. 

Their 'Parents' took them to a very nice restaurant, themed in honor of them, and every other Mutant Fighter. Their were the different kinds of animals at the entrance, the ones that they used to hybrid them with. Wolf, cougar, cheetah, lion, bear, and fox.

Wolf; For courage, trust, strength, and stamina, good working together Usually pared with other wolf, sometimes cougar if very good at working together. Cougar; Thought out plans, pretty fast, usually shows no mercy, strong, fast, not as good working together, usually pared with wolf or lion. Cheetah: Fastest, strong enough, usually pared with a bear. Bear; Not as smart, strong. Pared usually with cheetah, for fastness. Lion; Strong, thought out plans, works together, usually female, works well with own, wolf, or cougar. Fox; Smaller, swift, sneaky, sometimes thinks through things, works best with other foxes.

Luka and Charles had both memorized the whole system of animals, wolves were the most common, cougars, lions, cheetahs and bears the same, and then foxes. The fox-people were actually pretty... adorable, in both of their opinions. They had a fox-like face, big eyes, and a sly smile with small pointed teeth on their bottom lip. That, was what they called adorable. 

Luka and Charles smiled at the animals at the entrance, and walked in. In some restaurants, people actually didn't allow them in, yes, it was weird, considering they were fighting for them, but they were 'animals' or 'mutants' or 'monsters' It was terrible, to everyone, except those people. They were like monsters, in truth. Luka, from past experience, would always carry a small gun in some hidden pocket, and a knife in her boot. Charles, wouldn't usually carry anything. He had never gone anywhere like that, but Luka did, one time.