Turns out the opposite was true today. As soon as the bus dropped me off and turned the corner, both foxes had attempted to insult me all the way down be neighborhood. Throwing stuff, yelling stuff, stealing stuff, it was all what they were about, and they were trying as hard as they could to make me say something about them. But I didn't, just kept on walking and shut my mouth. I wasn't about to give them the satisfaction that they had accomplished annoying me to near death. And besides, if I did, I wasn't afraid. My house was only half a block away, and I could make a quick run for it if they bother me for any reason, that was only one of the options though. Either that, or they would get their face caved in right here, right now. But instead of turning around to tell them off, I just clutched my binder closer to my stomach and sped up a bit as their insults got a bit more harmful.

I could hear them whispering in each others ear, something about matching. Their whispers got louder, and I could easily hear footsteps getting closer. Knowing that they were planning something, I picked up my pace into a sort of run. But I was too late. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of orange, the orange that had destroyed my whole life at one point. Yes, I would have to make a run for it. So I did, only letting out what sounded like a yelp and ran straight for home. I couldn't even see anything because I was running so fast, and I didn't even care. But I could hear perfect fine despite the wind whistling through my ears, and could hear their snickers even from what seemed like a mile away. What shocked me was that they were cut off by a mixture of a murderous cry and vicious snarling. I dared to look back once- only one- to see that they were being attacked by some kind of dark creature, I couldn't tell. I was more focused on running than anything else.

"Help! One of them screamed "Please, help me!" But I couldn't. As of now, I had three things to worry about : Foxes, fire, and whatever that creature was.