The Night Shift1.txt
Note: This is a work in progress short story. I'm looking for advice and suggestions on how to make it better. This isn't including yiff.
The Night Shift Bernard looks about, keeping the cloak over his body, clenching in pain with each step he took. Tonight was too rough for him, nearly killed him. He remembered the deep claw marks clenching into his shoulder, almost puncturing a blood vessel near his neck. He had to get his med kit out before Red and Fergus finds out about his outings. Itl be a pain to wash the blood out of his black fur. Luckily, his white chest fur didn get dripped. How I manage to keep my chest clean was sheer dumb luck, He thought. As he looks up, he spots the usual sign he always has for the past ten years; The Mass Caf. He digs into his pocket, and found his key. It was too late for business hours, so knowing Red and Fergus, he thought, theyl be asleep by now. He slides the key within the lock and turns it. He grips the doorknob quickly, trying to keep the door as quiet as possible. Bernard opens the door and slides in, shutting the door behind him silently. He walks slowly pass the tables and the bar, heading towards the stairs. orning Bernard. Bernard turns behind and sees the grey old wolfhound looking towards him, his earring glowing within the moonlight, his hazel eyes looking into Bernard green eyes. ergus, your up early.Bernard said, smiling towards Fergus innocently. ake the cloak off Bernard.Fergus said, staring at him. ome on Fergus, its late and ake the cloak off.His voice was more serious toned now, getting up from his chair and pulls out his knife. f you don take it off, then Il cut it off. Bernard stares back at him, his heart beating rapidly. He knew if he took his cloak off, Fergus would see, but he didn want to make Fergus more upset. He already knew about it if he up this late. Bernard raises his arm and unhooks the cloak from the button. He lowers his arms and relaxes his shoulders, letting the cloak slide off his body. Fergus drops the knife from his hand and raises his other hand to his muzzle. ear god Bernard Bernard arms were covered with multiple thong lines bleeding. Bernard tries to cover some of them up with his paws. ergus can explain urn around and take your shirt off. He whimpers and slowly turns, unbuttoning his shirt and lets it slide off of his arms. Fergus closes his eyes and looks away quickly. Multiple thong marks show upon his back with minor puncture wounds, including the one near his neck. Bernard knew if just one more inch of the whip hit that mark, he would bleed non-stop till he was dead. hat type of whip was it Bernard? The Shark Teeth?Fergus looks back at him and heads towards the bar. Yes it was and that won be necessary Fergus have my own crystals to use. Fergus halts and grabs the nearest whiskey bottle and a towel, then looks back towards Bernard, with a snarl look. bet your fucking pardon but you expect me to just let you go upstairs like nothing happened. es, this is my body and this is my responsibility. esponsibility? This isn responsibility Bernard; this is you wanting to kill yourself. And I know exactly why. Bernard heads towards the stairs, but Fergus quickly hops over the counter and places his head upon Bernards chest. it down! You will listen you selfish child! Fergus pushes him gently upon the table, forcing him to sit down.