all for one -chapter 6
sorry its been so long, i was on a trip and didnt have much time. also had a little bit of writers block, i know whats happening from here on out, atleast for a while. It'll also get a little less sad for a while.
TGIF
Monday at lunch
G. H. Woodman High Cafeteria
Sall could barely hear himself think in the lunchroom. It was one of times during the day he didn't really look forward too. Well he had a lot of those, but especially lunch. The sound was a bit hard to get past, especially if he had no one to talk to. That's not to say he sat alone, quiet the opposite. The table he sat at was practically full, but with people Sall didn't really care to talk to. The kids were neurotic when it came to schoolwork. They were pressured into having near perfect GPAs and being straight a students. Sall was a good student, at times he just didn't care. The material didn't challenge him so he passed all his courses with flying colors; it was just there was no incentive to push himself any harder than he already was. Anyways, Sall was fine with his lunch.
He was looking forward to see if the man had managed to get a story on the news. Though it was hard to think about anything with his peers going on an on about things he didn't give a shit about. They went on droning about projects and papers and tests until Sall almost smashed his face with his tray. He was seriously contemplating it. The banter drove him mad. Then, as if it had never started, the talking ceased. Curious, Sall looked up. An oddly timid looking Richard was standing near the table holding a brown paper bag. The wolf didn't know how to approach the situation.
"Mind if I sit here?" He asked in a small voice.
The good students didn't mutter a single word.
The wolf was a little embarrassed and almost walked away.
"Richard," Sall said, "You can sit here."
The students turned and looked at Sall with a look of shock and terror, but the wolf just awkwardly took his seat next to Sall. Not knowing how to relate to anyone at the table, Richard began to eat his lunch stiffly. All the chatter had ceased and under his fur, Richard was blushing a bit. His sandwich tasted weird.
It was a little after six, and Sall and his foster father and foster brother were all watching the news. Mr. Carson didn't look forward to much of anything besides watching the news at night. It was almost ritualistic.
"Coming up on news at six," the anchorman began, "a special report, are there super heroes watching over Mariner City? We'll take a look at that now."
Sall had to repress the urge to smile. Super heroes, him and Richard super in anyway, that was a load of bull if anything.
"It was in the early hours of Sunday morning, Troy DeVint, previously arrested for assault and other gang related activities, was out with two other gang members when they were viciously attacked by two masked vigilantes."
The screen cut to a feed of the nervous man from the other night. As he told about what happened, Sall couldn't help but be happy. They were calling him batman, pretty much, well he and Richard. The report went on, and in the end he said it. "The thing they told me to say was that, the two were responsible for most of the deaths of gang members over the past year." He sounded scared, like at any moment he would just burst into flames. Sall hadn't been that happy in a long, long time. His foster father on the other hand, wasn't so enthused.
"That's a load of shit if you ask me," he grumbled, "Guy's probably just on that crack cocaine stuff."
"I don't know dad," Sall said, "maybe there really are some masked crime fighters out there."
Mr. Carson turned and gave a look of disgust to the fox, "Shut the hell up Peter."
"Yea fag shut the hell up." Henry echoed. Sall sat back in silence.
He had never been able to relate to his foster family.
Just then, Mrs. Carson walked into the living room, "What are my men hungry for tonight?" She was hospitable to Sall, or at least she came off that way. It was apparent that she was an elitist. Mrs. Carson was vicious in a subtle way and would often isolate Sall from other furs in favor of human company.
"I was actually going to meet a friend for dinner," Sall said getting off of the couch.
Henry laughed. "You don't have any friends, fag."
Without hesitation, Mrs. Carson shot Henry a mean look. "Peter who are you going to meet." Though she wouldn't admit it, in the back of her mind she was praying Sall would name a human that she knew.
"Richard Harkenow," Sall mumbled almost inaudibly.
"Who?" Mrs. Carson asked again.
"Richard Harkenow" Sall said, hoping hopelessly that it hadn't been heard.
It had of course; Sall had never been the luckiest fox.
His foster mother stared at him humorlessly, "Did you say Richard Harkenow?"
Sall gave a quick nod. "Are you mad or something?" He asked.
"I'm not mad, I'm just," Mrs. Carson paused, "Dissapointed."
That was something that really got onto Sall's nerves. She would never admit if she was mad at him, she would however jump through hoops for the opportunity to tell him how goddamned disappointed she was.
"Well it's good to see nothing has changed you," Sall said.
"I just don't see why you can't find any humans to be friends with."
"Because they're all such assholes!" Sall had never yelled at his foster family, so he had never gotten to see them react to it. They just sort of stared at him, all looking so fucking disappointed. Sall grabbed his keys of the kitchen table and walked out into the brisk autumn air. Coming from the family he did, Sall rarely made the drive out to the part of town Richard lived in. Rarely meaning that Saturday night was the first time he'd ever been. Lucky for Sall, since he was actually terrified to get out of the car, Richard was waiting for him.
They sat sort of stiffly in the car for a moment. "So uh," Richard said, "What do you want to do?"
"Umm," Sall said, "Do you want to go to like, TGI Fridays or something?"
"Could you think of something more random than that?"
"Nope," Sall said, "Which is why we're going." The fox took a sharp right in his old pre-owned sedan. TGIF wasn't all too far away so they were there before they knew it. The parking lot was fairly scarcely populated, aside from about three police cruisers. Richard looked somewhat uncomfortable with they're presence.
"Well," Sall said, "You comin or what?"
"Sure," Richard said awkwardly.
Inside, the scene looked pretty funny. All the cops were being loud and obnoxious, one looked fairly drunk and rowdy. The fox and the wolf hadn't even ordered when the coyote walked in. She looked like a freshman, though neither had ever seen her. The girl wore a pair of skinny torn jeans, a white t-shirt, and a duster coat that looked a little big on her. Her hair was shortish and messy, black with a purple streak in it. There was something unmistakeably weird in her blue eyes; kind of a soft burn. They really haunted Sall, but he decided not to make a thing of it, the coyote was definitely planning on making a thing of something that night.
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