Silver Knives and Blackened Petals (Hiatus)

Chapter 3: The Morning's Full moon

     After the night had past, Charles sat on the porch like normal watching the neighborhood. He wanted the day to go faster so that the Full Moon party could come into play. He watched the children play on the playground. He sat there and waited; he looked at the ground and stared at it, watching an ant slowly walk across the sidewalk. He heard a commotion and looked up, he watched a doberman pup and a fox kit fight over a ball, he huffed and kept watching. He heard laughing and looked to the right side of the playground. The Lizardings were sitting on a boulder that was placed in the playground; Charles grumbled something under his breath. He heard crying and looked back to the two pups that were fighting; the fox kit was sitting on the ground crying, the doberman pup sticking his tongue out at the small fox kit. Charles stood up and slowly walked over to them. Walked to the doberman and held his hand out for the ball.
       "Go back to your cage human!" One of the Lizardings yelled, he ignored them.
       "Please return the ball to the fox..." Charles said, the doberman looked up at him and shook his head. "It wasn't your right to take the ball away from him..." He said a little firmly. The doberman's ears laid down, he walked over to the fox kit and gives the fox kit the ball.
       "Sorry" the doberman said to the fox kit, who stopped crying after a while. The kit stared up at the doberman, stood up and sniffed, grabbing the ball.
       "Do you want to play?" The fox kit asked. The doberman nodded, they both ran off.
       "Hey Human!" The Lizarding said, Charles hadn't fixed all the problems yet; he ignored him again. He looked around the playground, the doberman tapped his leg. Charles looked down at the pup. Him and the fox were staring up at him.
       "Do you want to play with us?" He asked. Charles smiled and nodded.
       "What do you guys want to play?" He asked them, fox dropped the ball and kicked it onto a tiny soccer field.
       "I'll be the goalie" the kit said, they ran to the field, he turned.
       "Hey don't ignore me!" The Lizarding said, he jumped off The Rock and walked toward Charles. Charles proceeded to the soccer net.

       In one quick punch Charles sent the Lizarding sprawling on the grass. The other two jumped off The Rock and quickly walked up to the human, Charles was holding his ground slightly, trying to look threatening at them. He just had punch one of the lizards that scratched him.
       "There's more where that came from if you don't leave me alone" he snarled, it was a pretty good snarl. He was practicing when he woke up from a nightmare; he was staring at a mirror in the bathroom, snarling quietly at the reflective surface. The lizard he had punch was rubbing his green scaly cheek. Bill across the road was staring at through the window that looked over to the playground, he was waiting to see if the Lizardings back down or fought back. The green lizard stands back up, and stared at Charles. His scales shook in rage, he pushed his hand out, it looked like he wanted to shake Charles hand.
        "Congratulations..." He said, Charles cocked his head and turned his back to him. Bill's eyes widen; the Lizarding smiled and raised his lizard talons, swinging down and leaving three long red marks. Charles fell to the ground his face turning bright red. He kicked the Lizardings leg and making him topple over him, Charles grabbed his scaly arm and flipped him over his back into the grassy ground. He turned to,the other two Lizardings which flinched, then he gave the ugliest snarl a human could give; that did it for sure. They quickly turned and ran off, leaving the groaning green Lizarding on the grassy ground. Charles walked off to his house, the three bright red marks will definitely leave a massive scar, he opened the door and closed it. He fell onto the couch; his adrenaline had passed through his blood and had made him extremely exhausted. His back throbbed with pain. His father sat next to his head and rubbed his neck gently. Toriel was at the store so she couldn't do the comforting... Or stop him from fighting; so Bill was left there to watch and prepare the party.
         "Ya did good kid" Bill had said. "Come on let's go get your scratches cleaned" he stood up and Charles rolled off the couch, catching himself and standing up. He followed his dad into the kitchen. His dad was good at cooking, as long as it didn't involve the oven, that was Toriel's job, the last time he cooked from it... Let's just say they had to buy a new oven; an industrial oven. Bill pointed to a chair with the bandages and Charles sat down, he flinched when the rubbing alcohol touched his scratches. "Sorry" Bill muttered, after a few minutes of stinging and rubbing blood away from his throbbing back, Bill applied long bandages on the marks. "Now don't tell you mother or she will be pissed" His father had said.
         "I would second that" Charles said. "What happens if she finds out?" He asked.
         "You tell the truth you'll see her anger again but directed at the lizards. We tell her you had fallen of the play set she won't be angry." Bill told him. Charles shook his head.
         "As much as I hate those guys I don't think they deserve her anger." Bill nodded.
         "You're right about that, we'd most likely be sorry for those brats..." Bill looked out the window. "Go put a new shirt on, she's back. Oh and get some rest, you'll be up for a long time tonight" Bill said walking to the door and out to the car; it was a red corvette-like car. In this world they called the cars, Cougars. There was Gazelles, Zebras, Jaguars and of course; Mustangs. Charles walked up the stairs and grabbed a red shirt with the fox logo on it. He put it over his pale skin and bandaged back and flopped onto the bed. He dared not to lay on his back, after a couple minutes of thinking to himself of the fight, he finally fell asleep.