smiling critters

chapter 15 - retreival

"Neil!" she sobbed, grabbing onto him. He looked confused as he hugged her back.

"Jenny, que se passe-t-il?" he asked her.

"Quand Godfrey m'a dit que tu avais été envoyé chez Elliot, j'étais tellement inquiet que j'ai cru que tu allais mourir!" she sobbed, separating from the hug.

"quoi? jen, je ne sais pas de quoi tu parles. je vais bien, maintenant peux-tu me laisser récupérer mes affaires?" He asked, taking her paws off him.

"ok, laisse-moi entrer avec toi, tout le monde est vraiment hostile en ce moment," she stood up and grabbed his paw before walking towards the house. Neil ushered Dylan and Donna with them.

"Neil, who is this? What did she say?" Dylan asked, walking alongside his friend.

"My eldest non blood sister, genevieve. she can't speak english, so i'll translate for you guys," he told her.

"Ok, well what did she say?' Donna asked.

"She said I thought I died and that she'll go in with us because everyone is being really hostile," Neil translated as the vixen opened the door for them to be met with what sounded like at least 20 people yelling and shouting at each other. It gave Dylan a bad vibe, if this was the norm for this house, then he was afraid to see what Neil and his sister defined as 'more hostile.'

"Ok, we gotta be quick about this," Neil told them, grabbing their paws and starting to walk a little faster, making Dylan a little worried. They eventually got to a door frame with 'the moon' tarot card tapestry shielding the room. Neil lifted it up and went inside with Dylan and Donna, and they were met with a pretty horrific scene. The drywall and the wardrobe both had multiple scratch marks around the size of Neil's paws that were filled with a slightly different color of paint than the drywall and wood and a hole in the wall the size of Neil's head. There was a desk just in front of the doorway that had more scratch marks filled with a slightly different shade of brown than the wood along with a bloodied pair of scissors and some of Neil's hair, which was also slightly bloodied. Neil opened a drawer and took out a pair of pliers and took the really scratched up office chair tucked into his desk and stood on it before pulling the staples out of the tapestry and laying on his bed. The scratching on the chair looked less desperate, and more like claw sharpening. Neil reached across the desk and grabbed a claw sharpener that barely had any twine left on it and was going to put it on top of the tapestry when Donna stopped him.

"Neil, are you going to take that with you?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's the only claw sharpener I have," he glanced at it. Donna gently took it out of his hand.

"I can get you another one, you don't have to use that," she gently smiled. He gave her a look and placed it back on the desk. Donna went around and took photos of all the scratch marks around the room and the hole in the wall. The three went around collecting clothes and other personal things until another sibling walked by when they were almost done.

"Oh my god, neil what the fuck are you doing here? I thought Godfrey finally threw you out!"

"I'm just getting my stuff,"

"Bullshit, why are you here?"

"He's getting his stuff, what's your problem?" Dylan butted in, getting hostile.

"My problem is that he's still here and not out like godfrey said he is," the sibling shouted in the post-pup's face, causing him to recoil a bit.

"mec, c'est quoi ce bordel? reculez-le, il est juste en train de récupérer ses affaires!" Genevieve swooped in aggressively.

They proceeded to argue while Neil dragged Dylan back in and grabbed a jewelry box, put it on the tapestry with the other stuff, balled the corners together and lifted it up with the help of Dylan and Donna before they got out of the house.