Shy Blue Eyes - Chapter Thirty-Eight

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WARNING!!! (implied) SA (53xu4l 4bu53) and Nifty-ahh stab moment Michael glared at Feather, his red eyes full of sheer hatred. Lav cracked his knuckles behind him, and Tori was stretching, getting ready to fight him without mercy. Feather returned the glare, his paws turning into murder mittens of fury with those claws. Michael made the first move, trying to get Feather with a right hook, but he ducked to dodge it and gave a blow to his stomach, making Michael cough and gag. He covered his mouth as he coughed violently. /That blow must've packed a punch,/ Searchlight thought as they back up, scared for Feather. Lav strode forward quickly, kneeing the area Feather had punched, making Michael gasp and double over. Tori leapt forward, wrapping her legs around his neck and bringing him down. Searchlight looked down at the squirming mess, then slowly walked over and kicked him in the head, making him scream. "Whoah, whoah, what the hell is going on?!" A familiar voice yelled at them, making Searchlight whip their head around to stare at their father. "You remember Michael," Feather hissed. You could see the hatred on Lucifer's face the second he heard the name. "Val's son." "Yeah. And Searchlight was getting better, too, and he just up and ruined that." Searchlight wasn't listening. They reached into their pocket, pulling out a knife and thrusting in into Michael's shoulder, making him scream. Feather whipped his head around and pulled Searchlight away. "Hey, hey, you got him. It's alright now." Their heavy breathing slowed down, and they looked at the damage they had done. Their knife hadn't hit an artery or any vital organs, but they were pretty sure that it hit bone. Tori stood up, releasing her grip on Michael's neck and brushing herself off. Michael whimpered as Feather grabbed his shirt collar and pinning him against the wall. "Try that again and I'll /end you,/" he hissed. Feather let go of his shirt and backed away, turning to Searchlight. "Are you okay?" "Y-yeah, I'm fine." As the group looked around, they realized they had attracted quite a crowd. Some were recording, others were just standing there, wide-eyed. As if on cue, Vox walked in, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. He almost ran into someone on the outskirts of the crowd, which obviously annoyed him, and as he opened his mouth to yell, his eyes drifted over to Michael and the group who had just fought him. He pushed through the crowd, his expression worried. "Mike! What the hell'd you do to him?!" "Do I need to remind you what happened the last time your son met my kid? This was all self-defense." Lucifer had jumped in to protect them. Vox glared at him. "Even the knife?" "That-" Lucifer was cut off by Searchlight. "That was me. I was in the heat of the moment, and just remembering what he'd done to me last time, I wanted to leave a mark to make sure he wouldn't try to touch me again." "That doesn't change the fact that I could file attempted murd3r charges." "That doesn't change the fact that we could file 53xu4l assault charges against your son /and/ husband. Let's not forget Angel, either."