Again I apologize for the wait, but hopefully i'll be able to settle on a better schedule. Here is chapter 2 of a Fiery Riot.
Chase's POV
I spent most of that embarrassing day, avoiding Marshall, hanging out with the other pups. Playing, catch with the frisbee, with Rocky and Zuma, they've been inseparable since that day I caught them kissing. Even playing with Rubble, who I don't usually have time to play with, due to me being second-in-command. Well playing is a loose term, basically I tried to teach him how to wind surf, at the end of the day he decided to practice by himself. I'm not the best on the sea, but I am not like Rocky, who has a extreme fear of wet water. I just get seasick every once and awhile. But after the lesson I had no more excuses to be away from the lookout, and Marshall. So I started towards the lookout.
I came up the back way so as to not have to see Marshall's puphouse, he is there at this time of day, usually, but then again today is not usual day. Luckily I only met Rocky and Zuma, who were curled up kissing, how do they breathe like that?
"Hey Rocky", I yelled over to the mixed breed. Who, in return, shot up practically throwing Zuma off him.
"Calm down, I just wanted to say hi." I giggle, as Rocky apologized to Zuma.
"Really chase, you shouldn't sneak up on pups" Rocky scolded.
"I didn't sneak up onto you guys" I contered.
"Yeah right", Rocky said unconvinced,"Oh yeah I almost forgot, Marshall was looking for you, and told me to tell you."
"Did he say why"
"No, but he looked kinda, confused, would be the best way to describe it."
"Thanks, you guys can resume K-I-S-S-I-N-G" I teased. Rocky rolled his eyes while Zuma just tackled Rocky and picked up where he left off, suffocating poor Rocky. I just hope that someday i'll understand that feeling of love.
?'s POV
Why does Chase always get everything that he wants, And I never get what I want? He's the leader of the PAW patrol, who even has a boyfriend. I worked for everything I got, I gave my all to get just about nothing, Chase just has it handed to him, how does that work? What did Chase give up to get his role, in the PAW patrol. Well, that's all gonna change… muahaha. Ok, that laugh was maybe a bit too much, but i'll work on it.
My plan was working perfectly, the bucket was almost filled to the brim with sand, and I was making my way up to his pup house. Ryder thought that these pup houses were perfectly designed to fit every member's needs, he and rocky built them this way. The one and only design flaw is, if a member's needs change then the pup house needs to change also, but with Ryder taking care of his pups, and Rocky, lets just say he's preoccupied with a certain chocolate labrador.
The flaw in this particular pup house is the air filtration system, given the right conditions, the filter will fail, allowing whatever wants to float through the air inside the puphouse, to do so freely. So for example, a bucket full of sand poured straight into the filter system, will destroy the filter.
Marshall's POV
I've been looking for Chase since this morning. I talked to all the pups, just to be led on a wild goose chase. After searching for half the day, I gave up and returned to my pup house. I didn't really feel like walking around all of adventure bay, if Chase wants to talk he'll come to me, at least I hope he would.
It would be amazing to be Chase's, to wake up every morning like this morning. His smell is still lingering in my pup house, it's captivating, like a drug, making me want more. Now that I think about it, this morning I didn't feel the usually tightness in my chest. The tightness gets better with each passing day, but somedays it feels worse than ever. But this morning it was gone, no tightness, at all. I guess I was all caught up in Chase that I didn't even realize.
It seems as if Chase is going to be awhile, I guess i'll take a nap. I hope he'll come, but right now i'm going to count some sheep.
Chase's POV
"Get a room, you two lovebirds.", I yelled at Rocky and Zuma, while I headed towards Marshall's fire truck.
Marshall's pup house door was closed, which is weird, he only closes it when he's sleeping. It's funny, Marshall will make a complete fool of himself when he's awake, but while he's sleeping he's always behind closed doors. I don't know why? He's cute all curled up sleeping, he looks like a baby, almost, a cute, grown, innocent baby.
Well i'll wait until this afternoon, when he's awake, to figure out what he wanted. At least I can get some patrols done, maybe. I'll just go catch some sleep too. I turn to start heading towards my pup house.
My pup house is right next to Marshall's, I fixed it that way so I could be close to him, in case of anything happening. I walked into my pup house and left the door open so I could seem outside and hear whatever was happening. There isn't much to see or hear, all there is a lonely tree out in the yard. Even less to hear, no birds to tweet, no playful pups, no whimpering. Just silence.
Wait, no whimpering, Marshall always whimpers while he sleeps, since the accident. My ears strained to hear any sound from Marshall's pup house, but even my sensitive ears heard nothing. I jump up and run straight to the dally's pup house. Knocking on the door as hard as I could. Hoping no one is inside. After no reply I open the door.
As the door shot open, air from inside the pup house blasted me. I can hardly breathe, the air is so thick. As I forced my eyes open I see Marshall laying, curled up, not moving. I bolt to his side, trying to feel for any sign of life, a pulse or a breath, or something.
I take his collar in my mouth and pull him out of his pup house, into the fresh air. Yelling for Rocky and Zuma, who come running from the direction of their houses. They call Ryder, who is at Katie's, while I try to wake my dally.
Till next time...