Hey guys. I know I said I would like to focus more on Side Missions, but since LoM in fresh in my mind right now I might as well keep writing it. Second, I haven't giving the parents' names yet cause I can't think of any at the moment, but I will unless any of you have any in mind. I like to know. That's all I had to say. Anyway I have Chapter 4. Enjoy and Review
Chapter 4: Rolled in Warmth
While walking to his house, Michael can't get the fight off his mind. He was fine for a minute then he was out of control the next. In fact, the only thing he remembers is that he was training with Lily and nothing after that until Cameron slammed him out of it. He growled in frustration, "Why can't I control myself," he looks at his reflection in the creak water. His reflection shows him, but not "him." It was his wolf form with more fur than his normal form. It also had his left, red eye, but his right eye is not showing. "Who are you?" He growled at it, extended his claws, and swiped at the fake refection. The ripples of water shifted his reflection to himself. He breaths and looks up seeing the orange sky. He continues to walk home for dinner and sleep.
arrives at the front door, but stopped before twisting the knob. He shook his fur of the dirt and debris that hid in it. Hopefully, it prevents him from taking a bath since his mom sometimes makes him. He shifts back to his human form and walks in. Everyone was in their human form at the table eating Cabbage Rolls. It was cooked meat in marinara sauce with baked lettuce then the meat rolled up in the lettuce with a toothpick holding it together. His mom makes the best rolls ever.
"Welcome back bro," Oran greeted.
"Yay you made it," Astell cheered, "we saved some rolls for you."
Oran's human form had lighter skin tone than Michael. He was wearing a blue and silver tie die shirt and blue jeans. His hair was ruffled a bit, he thinks it looks better. Astell was almost the same skin tone as her mother. She was wearing a shirt with a red rose and dark colored butterfly on it. Her hair was straight going down to the middle of her back. Her right ear had a purple rose her mom grew for her and she adores it.
Oran whisper to Michael, "We actually had to stop Astell from getting most of them," Michael giggled.
"I heard that," Astell shouted.
Michael went and got a plate putting three rolls on it. He took a seat in between Oran and Astell. His parents were laying on the couch in the living room.
"Did you have fun training?" His mom asked.
"Kinda."
"What do you mean kinda?" His dad sat up.
Michael huffed, "It happened again," he took a bite of the roll eating half of the first one.
"Oh. Are you alright?" His mom asked a little worried.
"Yes, and I saw something else. My reflection in the water the way back wasn't me," he finishes the second roll.
"Could it be an illusion? You keep saying that you see yourself in a different way," his dad responded.
"I don't know. I really don't know," Michael holds his head.
"Don't be too hard on yourself," Oran assures,"I mean you help me control my air powers whenever I sneezed."
"And you helped me when I was sick from the old meat. The point is that you we'll always find a way to face whatever you're going through." Astell and Oran hugged Michael's sides.
He wrapped his arms around their sides returning the hug. Then Oran pointed to Michael's last roll. "You gonna eat that?"
"Yes," He answered, "There's one still on the plate."
"Mine!" Astell and Oran both called. They look at each other wide eyed.
"Oh no." Michael thought.
In an instant they dashed out of their seats, ran around the table. Oran knocked a cup of water over.
"Oh Bro- "then Michael stopped mid-sentence.
The whole room was frozen, frozen in time to be exacted. The cup of water didn't reach the ground nor did Oran and Astell got the last roll. Who did all this? In the living room someone's claw was extended and glowing red, their dad. He stopped time temporarily with his Red Claws of Reality.
was born with them his whole life. They aren't an ancient relic; his front and hind paws are red in his wolf form. They grant dad the power to stop time, but not for long. He can move in stopped time and control it. The claws also allow him to rip open portals to other worlds or realms. He can also use the small ripples of reality to attack if threatened. Although, no new worlds have been discovered so he uses them to travel most of the time.
"A little over dramatic honey," she said as got up.
"Well it was either this or those two tearing up the kitchen for one roll," he replied and walked over to the spilling water. He picked up the cup and scooped water back in she extended her claws, cut the last roll in half, and flashed her eyes as the cooked lettuce wrapped itself. The glow on dad's claws diminished and shifted back to his hand.
The time continues as Oran and Astell almost crash into each other and Michael finished his sentence. Astell and Oran looked at each other confused, but still took the two halves and ate them.
"Plus, it gets most things under control," he said and kissed his wife.
She sighs, "Fine. By the way," she turns to her children, "When was the last time you all bathe?"
They had wide eyes. "Run!" Oran shouted.
Michael, Astell, and Oran fled upstairs, yet their mom wasn't chasing them. The parents counted down. "Three. Two. One."
Right on queue a snapping sound was heard. They walk upstairs to find them upside down. Vines wrapped around the kids' ankles as they hung there.
"Bath, now." She said playfully.
They knew they couldn't escape this time. "Fine," they gave in.
