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The following Chapter in the series is accompanied by this very special note. Derogatory slang is about to be thrown about like conjunctions, and most of it will be directed towards those who choose to follow the path of a homosexual. I, myself, am not one and will restate what I had said on my front page, as a Christian, I don't support homosexuality, BUT I DO NOT AND NEVER HAVE HATED HOMOSEXUALS!

This chapter is near and dear to me because it mirrors an event that has once occurred to me, and it will be the one and only outlet I shall post for this situation which has been eating away at me since it happened two years ago involving a group of "gay bashers," a gay boy, his gay friends, and myself. This chapter scenes in particular will be slightly more graphic then I would intend for them to be normally, and I make this first warning that if graphic violence is not something you wish to read, I ask you to stop reading at the point in time and do not go on.

This second warning is for those who are homosexuals and are easily offended by use of derogatory slang towards homosexuals, I ask that you do not read.

If you are one of those individuals and you do read, I simply ask you to go over the chapter and see exactly where I stand on this issue and understand how, in the end, I am a victim of having my own set of beliefs even though I respect others opinions.

The sidewalk air was heavy and thick, weighing down on the blackbird's nostrils. The black of the T-the young teenager wore was matted with his sweat and clung to his feather as ever chance it could take, pulling at his down in annoying fashions. Every sixth or seventh step taken was a hassle as he fought exhaustion and the ends of his pant legs, which clawed at the ground in protest to the low fashion he enjoyed wearing them in. Raptor let out a sigh and wiped his brow clear of sweat with his forearm. He liked it hot, but this humidity was driving him crazy.

School had let out for the day so the teachers could prepare for the next day's big event. Seasonal exams. It was a phrase which haunted all but the most athletic of the students at the Academy. Being a first year, Raptor wasn't all too sure what to make of the event. He had heard the stories from the older students, very few of which would contest to really doing well. The exams were difficult, maybe even impossible. Who cared, he thought to himself. As long as he didn't have to do anymore paper work, he wouldn't care.

Raptor continued to trudge along, ignoring the glances he was getting from the adults and older teens. They were judging him, labeling him for things he wasn't, simply for the way he held himself. He hated being judged, but, at the same time, he couldn't blame them for thinking what they did. The look alone set him for something he wasn't. A punk. A thug. A trouble maker. An Ass.

The teen bird walked a brief half hour before his destination came into view. The mall. Shay'D had said shi was going to get something from the mall, which always meant she was going on a shopping spree with the money she got from stealing. She was an orphan after all. Raptor simply decided he would catch up to her and tag along. There was nothing to do at the Academy, and he was tired of being boarded up in that room of his mind as it were. What could be the harm of getting out once and a while?

"Shut up, Faggot!"

"Hold'em down! Hold'em Down!"

"W- wai-! Sto-p! P-please!"

"I fucking said SHUT! UP!"

The voice came from Raptor's left. Before he even knew it, he was in an alleyway, throwing a punch. His hand smacked against something. There was a pop. Another pop.

Raptor came to his full senses as he was tossed against a trash bin, grunting painfully as its cold edge bit into his shoulder. Three boys stood above him, their face distorted in angry expressions. They were a fruit bat, a horse, and a raccoon, junior high students by the look of them. The oldest looking, the fruit bat, could not have been more than two years older than the bird. All three were clad in matching bright orange and blue shirts, likely gang colors.

A fourth boy, a young looking squirrel in rather feminine attire lay on the pavement behind them, his eyes wide with a culmination of fear, confusion, and pain. Blood was leaking from his nose and dripping down into his mouth. From that and the two black eyes he had, the attire, and the previously heard dialect, it wasn't hard to piece together what was happening here.

The raccoon boy rubbed his cheek, where Raptor had likely smashed him with his fist. "Son-a-va-BITCH!" he shouted. He made a move for the bird, which simply swayed out of the way of the incoming swing, and slammed his assailants face against the wall six times before throwing him to the side. That was it. It was done. Wall matter clung to the brown and black fur, which was starting to gain a red splotch on it.

"R-rikki!" The largest boy, the horse, shouted in surprise. Enraged at Raptor's actions, he lunged forward, going for a tackle. Raptor, knew avoiding the all red stallion would be impossible. The solution seemed simple enough. The raven lifted his foot and swung it across, connecting with the head and sending the bumbling boy head long into the same trash can that has cut into the bird's back earlier.

That left the fruit bat. Raptor turned to face him and was met by clasped fists to his beak, knocking him to the ground. It wasn't even a second after he hit the ground that his face was assaulted by a furry of disorienting blows to his temple and cheeks. Somehow, though, his head found comfort in the shield of his arms. Raptor felt like he had been underneath the guns of that older boy for at least half an hour, though it was likely more like several long agonizing seconds, before he found a break in the pattern. Instinct took hold, and he arm extended as if to punch, causing the mounted bat to react with a swat. Bad move for bat. The arm was caught and then pulled into the wall. The bat let out a high pitch squeal before Raptor got a handful of his throat and slammed his head against the wall as well. The body went limp.

Raptor managed to stagger to his feet, surveying the damage he had done, and the damage given. "Fuckin' bitch," the teen cursed as he slouched against the wall, grasping his aching beak. Slowly, he turned to look at the squirrel boy, who still had that frightful look on his visage. "H...hey?" Raptor huffed out. He was exhausted and gasping for air. Even with the fight over, his heartbeat was still running the adrenal marathon that had started the whole incident in the first. "A-are you-"

Before he could even finish, the squirrel leapt on top of him and began smooching away at the side of his face. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" He shouted, in-between, after, and during his kisses. "I thought they were going to kill me!"

"Jason!" came a new voice. Three more boys came bounding around the corner and up to the two, huffing furiously, but looking just about ready to murder something. All three boys were foxes. A lime green fox, and blue bat ear fox, and a yellow fennec. "Jason. You alright?" The voice came from the fennec.

'Jason' stood to his feet and jumped into his mates arm, giving him a passionate kiss on the muzzle. "Yeah, Alex. That kid saved me!"

Raptor, again, managed to stand to his full height and began rubbing at his now wet and aching beak. "Ugh," was his remark. The squirrel bound back over towards Raptor for a second round of kisses, and in the midst of it, and the fennec trying to offer him a word of thanks, Raptor pushed the young boy away. "Don't kiss me. I'm not gay!" His voice was harsh, mostly because he was tired.

"H-hey!" The fennec said angrily. "He was just trying to thank you, ya Ass!" Raptor gave them a very cross look but said nothing. Slowly he turned away and tried to tend to his own wounds. One of those hits from the flurry of fists had cut his cheek. "So, what, because he's gay you're upset you helped him?" That caught Raptor's attention. He whipped around angrily and opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the voice of the purple fox.

"I bet you he wouldn't have even helped if he had known."

The bat eared fox joined in. "Yeah. I bet he's a gay basher to."

"The fuck you get that idea fro-" Raptor began as he tried to defend himself but was silenced by a fist to his beak. This one hit him like a flying brick, making him stagger back a step before dropping to his knees. He was already sore from the first fight, but that one.... He doubt even if he wasn't so tired that he'd be able to take that and still be standing. "I.... don't h-hate... gay-" A foot flew forward, decking the raven in the stomach hard and launching him backwards and onto his back. Ever muscle in the bird boy's body screamed to contract. It made him want to curl into a ball and just sit there, but Raptor's pride wouldn't let him take that kind of punishment lying down. "I... was trying to... he-"

Unfortunately for that pride of his, a foot to the stomach was a powerful convincer, and his body crumpled under the sudden pain that shot through him. "Fucking bible thumper," Someone standing above him drove a foot into his ribcage. "Gay Basher," there was another kick. "Self-righteous fuck!" was the last thing Raptor heard before something struck his head, knocking him unconscious.

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When Raptor came to, he was in his bed, wrapped snuggly in the familiar blue blankets that lay on his bed. Shay'D was snuggled up in the bed with him, the fur by her eyes and on her muzzle matted. She had been crying. Raptor sighed as he lifted his covers slightly to examine himself. His lower abdomen was wrapped in bandages. Huh, funny, he didn't feel like he had a broken rib. That must have been one hard hit to the head if he didn't wake up while they were tending to that. Slowly, he let the covers down and glanced up at the ceiling, pondering over how this day had gone so horribly wrong. "All I was trying to do was help," he said to the room.