Chapter 11: Disappearance of A Werefox
He suddenly heard screeching coming from his other Weasel.
"Whoa boy, what's wrong?" asked Boris as he tried to calm him down, trying to figure out what was causing his pet to go on a panicked frenzy.
Following the spiny crab back into the warehouse, the other one clung onto his master's shoulder tightly.
As soon as Boris walks in the doorway, he saw that Phoenix was nowhere to be seen, all that was there was a bloodstained floor from earlier and a pile of palm spikes neatly stack.
Boris picks one up noticing that it was clean of the red substance, then laying it back down on the concrete floor, he repeated the process, as soon as he was done he noticed that one of his prime use of a weapon was missing.
Letting his Weasels, which during all of this one of them had climb down his master's right arm. Gathering all of the remaining palm spikes back into their mouths.
After they were finish with their task, they left their master deep in his thoughts. As they playfully interact with one another, they haven't seen each other in such a long time, not since his brother was taken from him. When the arm he resided in was shot off, by a MIB agent saw their master as nothing more as a dangerous assassin, who was a threat to anyone around him and had to be put down.
Boris had a million questions racing through his mind. Why would Phoenix keep one of my palm spikes for? How did she managed to pull them out without alarming me or my pet? Should I go after her? Was she that mad at me, that she left without saying goodbye? If so why would she walk out on what they just went through?
Even though, he never experience blood loss himself, he knew that someone in that condition shouldn't be up and walking around. I hope she's okay.
"Do you know where she went to?"
The Weasel that came out of the warehouse, screeching earlier, shook its head, "Sorry Master, I don't."
He scooped up his symbiont in one of his hands, resting his chin on his head, being careful not to squish his pet, gently stroking one of it's legs.
"There's no need for you, to go punishing yourself. You did as you were told and for that I'm proud of you."
