Chimerical_Knave
Savior

I woke with a groggy start, my head spinning; or maybe that was just me? I tried to focus on my surroundings but the whole room seemed to be a blurry mesh of brown, white, and everything in between.
When I was finally able to open my eyes again, they were struck by the furious rays of the sun. Apparently I had forgotten to close the blinds last night - something that I always remember to do - which only signified that my memory was catching up to my body...finally.
I slowly stood up and steadied myself against my table; my back cracked like someone stepping on a dry twig and it hurt like hell. Of course it hurt like hell! I spent last night sleeping on the stone-cold tile floor of my kitchen. Not a comfortable place for an old geezer like me.
I finally closed the blinds, shrouding my kitchen in a state of darkness once more, before proceeding to sit back in my chair, whereupon I realized that one of its legs had snapped in half. At first, I thought about patching it up but then laziness overcame me. My mind and body finally came to a compromise to just throw the damned chair outside. One man's trash is another man's treasure, they all say.
I dragged the chair and my body outside for the first time in weeks - I only bought food once every month and every now and then I bought a bottle of whiskey along with it. Once outside, I noticed that my front door had some obscene material drawn all over it: it was graffiti of profane words and gang symbols put in one.
I snorted and muttered, "Fucking retards."
As I set my chair next to my mail box I took out last month's mail, including this week's, and threw them in the trashcan. As I turned to walk away something caught my attention from the corner of my eye. Was it...blue?
"Blue fur?" I thought to myself.
A young vixen, probably no more than 18 or 19, was moving along the sidewalk. She wore a plain white shirt donned with a simple skirt of the opposite color: black. Her well-kept tail bobbed behind her. And behind that there was a Lincoln: slowly stalking her down the street. I could vaguely pick out shouts and yells but nothing was coherent. But whatever it was they were saying, it sure as hell wasn't friendly.
I decided to stay and watch, hoping that the people in the car would just speed away. As the car and the girl got near, I could pick out what they were saying.
"You blue bitch! Get out of here!"
"You don't belong anywhere freak!"
"Retard!"
The frown upon my face slowly morphed into a sneer and I began to growl.
The girl was giving them the silent treatment, never responding or even giving them a second glance. If that had been me...I would've already busted their faces in by now. Probably smash the windows in too, just for good measure.
I was about to turn around and head back into my house - I didn't like to get involved in other people's problems because it always got complicated - when the people in the car crossed my invisible line: one of them threw a bottle at her. It hit her squarely in the face and she fell to the ground stunned.
I ground my canines and spun around again, bolting across the street to where they were.
"Hey! Leave her the fuck alone!" I shouted, baring my fangs and slamming my paws on the hood of the car.
"Hey watch it! This is a new car!"
"Old man, you just go back to your house and leave us alone. This ain't your business...capisci?"
"It becomes my business when retards like you decide to act like a fool. You gonna do something about me in your business? Step outta your ugly car. Show me the fucking door or get outa my fucking face. Capisci?"
"This guy's crazy man. Let's get outta here."
As the car drove off, one of them had the audacity to yell out, "Yer lucky girl! We'll see you again tomorrow!"
I had gotten a good luck at the forms sitting in the car. The two in the back seat were both wolves and both male. The one on the right had worn a red shirt that was three sizes too big for him and the one on the right wore a wife-beater just as big. The passenger seat had seated an auburn vixen; she wasn't that great looking because of a nasty scar going across her left eye to her muzzle. The driver was a black wolf who sported a white silk jacket. His hair was wavy like some sort of model and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of black aviators.
I spat on the ground. "Pussies."
The blue fox slowly tried to stand and I offered her my paw. She gingerly grasped it and I tugged her up like she was a doll.
"I can see why those fuckers picked on you. Blue fur, eh? What is that? Some crazy rock trend you teens do these days? Dye your fur different colors?"
She faced away from me and silently shook her head.
I let my face soften up a little as I realized her predicament. "Oh...it's a fur disorder thing, ain't it?"
She nodded her head.
"Well...here's your book bag. Aren't you gonna say thanks or nothing?"
She almost looked as if she was going to cry. Suddenly she grabbed her bag out of my outstretched hand and zipped past me.
I watched her run off and shouted, "Shit, I'm sorry! Was it something I said?"
I shook my head and headed back to my front porch where my door was still wide open. "What's the matter with kids these days? Can't even say a proper thank you."
I shut the door behind me. "I better not have gotten robbed while those fuckers messed with that fox. Fucking retards making me forget about my fucking front door being open."
I ran my paw through my hair.
"Damn fuckers."