( Everyone's Copyrighted to their original owners, blagga blagga blagga. I apologize for the utter latey-lateness of this. I've started High School and French and work kinda piled up. I also had the kind of writers block where... you KNOW what you want to happen but don't know how to write it. Marching band and stuff didn't help either. And of corse, overall lazyness. Yes, I know this chapter is short. Bear with me, ok? ALSO: Fish is NOT turning into a werewolf.)
A slight breeze blew the remains of the once lovely and innocent roses away from the trio. After what seemed like a couple of hours, the two wolven figures broke apart. Butch looked at Aorta, grinning slyly, but his grin quickly faded when he saw she wasn't looking at him. She was looking at an utterly pissed goldfish standing on the concrete school steps.
"Oh, ho ho! What do we have here?" Klutch snarled cruelly. Expecting for Aorta to say something, he waited. After several moments of silence, he glanced over. She was still staring at the young fish, a satisfied smile across her muzzle. Klutch rubbed his leathery nose across his gray-toned fur. "Well, see you tomorrow at practice then..." He growled, turned, and jogged off.
As soon as Klutch was out of earshot, Aorta finally spoke. "How NICE of you to drop in, I was EXPECTING you, dear friend." She then curtsied, taking great care to only have her two middle fingers stick up.
"What the HELL is THIS all about anyway?!" Fish roared in her direction. "First, you ignore me, then get me in trouble, and now THIS!? WHAT THE HELL!?" He repeated." A fury of which Fish had never known seized his mind and muscles. He darted forward at the she-wolf, his fin curled up like a fist, ready to swing through the afternoon air.
When he was less then a couple centimeters away from Aorta, she seemed to vanish. Fish stopped, and looked around wildly. Before he knew it, he was on the ground in immense pain. His front fins were twisted and being pulled behind his back, while Aorta put her clawed foot on his lower neck that wasn't covered by the diving bell. She gave another tug, and the goldfish let a cry of pain escape his lips.
"Since you're just laying there, pay attention." The black wolf snarled. As if Fish had any choice, he blubbed a watery, "Ok." After the wolven tugged a bit harder this time, she continued. "DON'T act like you don't know what this is all about. I'm going off with Klutch, because you simply dumped me for that reject of a duck, Abbey. Now, you can expect that I'm never going to leave you alone for cheating on me. If you didn't love me anymore, you could have told me. But pretending... that's low... even for me. I swear, you WILL remember me."
The next moment of Fish's life was probably more painful than finding his girlfriend in the arms of a Jock. His shoulder ached hysterically, and felt as though something was tearing though his scales. The pain on his arms and backs lessened, as Aorta finally leapt off. She swiftly ran off through the baseball and footballs fields, tears spilling down her face.
Fish rolled over and pulled himself up. His arms were nearly dead and it felt as if his shoulder was bleeding. He went to walk, and nearly fell down again. The pain in his shoulder intensified. He grabbed it with his other fin. Feeling wetness, he pulled his now red fin away from his shoulder. Turning his head slowly, he now understood what Aorta had meant when she said he would remember her.
The bite from her on his shoulder would scar, and be with him till he died.