This is a SOLO RP
Where: Spades, inside the mansion.
What's happening: Zale remembers earlier that day.

"What is it, little baby?"
"You think 'cuz you got all strong you better then us?"
"Say somethin'! You're ********' creepy!"

Yellow eyes watched the two boys, a sharpedo and sandshrew, showing little interest. He stayed where he was, sitting on the ground with his arms folded around his legs, tail casually drifting across the ground, hair slipping into his eyes. He did not care, he told himself. He did not care anymore. These boys had been harassing him ever since he hatched, but he did not care. He was stronger and faster, though smaller. He was smarter, too. He was a fighter, they were nothing.

Or so he told himself.


"Bad? I feel bad for Zale! The little s**t has to listen to that girly man. Look at his hair." Zale tensed, his eyes harshly narrowing, hands twitching. Sully. They weren't allowed to do that. They weren't allowed to say those things. They should shut their mouthes, that what they should do.

"Did you hear a few years ago? His partner was fired because Sully didn't listen to orders."
"I don't blame them. He's a ********' dumbass. My Guardian said he cried once when they had to take out a family."
"Cried? What the ******** is he doing in Spades?!"
"I dunno. He's a p***y, that what he is. Hear that Zale? You a p***y and so is your Guardian."

It was to late. He snapped. Sully was his Guardian. Sully belonged to him. They were not allowed to talk about him like this. They were not going to do it again. Quickly, his hands grabbed, snapping the sandshrews wrist and slamming his foot into the knee cap, watching blankly as the other screamed, clutching his wrist and knee, collapsing. Zale's foot raised, stopped when a body slammed into his. He was knocked to the ground, head snapping against the dirt hard. The sharpedo was screaming, face a bright red, fists landing and masking the screams of the sandshrew. Zale grunted, leaning his head backwards. What was he going to do?

Ah.

He looked at the other, a feral smile crossing his lips. This was enough, for the boy stopped, frightened. Good. Intimidation worked. A harsh punch knocked the boy off Zale, and the Treecko was up, foot raising and about to grind on the throat. Just as he had been taught.

Then he was lifted by familiar arms, two other men rushing after the boys and lifting them as a pink haired male stole his own child away from the fray.

He could not sleep. No matter how much he tried, he always remembered that blind anger that had consumed. He wanted to blame Sully for making him strong, the boy before would have barely made a cut. No. Zale had wanted to kill. He had wanted to break them.

His body turned, pressing into the covers as shame rode his body. He was a monster. He wanted to blame Sully. He wanted to blame someone other than himself. He couldn't.

He was to blame.