《It Just Is》


 Draft/Chapter 1 - Into Each Life

    "He might not''ve fuckin deserved it, but I-I, I had to. I had to... I didn''t want it to be this way! I didn''t wanna do it Simon! They ain''t gimme much a choice!" shouted Toby.


    Simon, catching his breath, looked to Toby and replied, "Listen Toby, fact is, You shot the man dead-"


    Toby interrupted, "I AIN''T HAVE A CHOICE!!! You jus-don get it, people like me don-getta choice. They took-em. Fuck was I supposed to do!?! Couldn''t go to you badges, SAID!! THEY''D KNOW!!"


    Taking a step forward, Toby swiped his arm as if to dismiss any alternatives, "AINT NO SECRET, EVERYONE KNOWS THE BADGES WORK WITH-EM!!! YOU WERE NEVER-A-FUCKIN OPTION!!"


    Simon stood there in silence. Initially, he was caught of guard by Toby''s statement. Given the context of the situation, the implications, he knew exactly what Toby meant. With that realization, Toby''s words went on to linger in Simon''s mind.


    Toby''s eyes filled with tears as they darted around his surroundings. As Toby took a few steps back, his normally erect ears, drooped with resignation.


    The street light barely cast any light into that dark alley. Silhouetting the figure of his pursuer, Simon. With distant Sirens nearing, and drizzling rain... He knows what''s coming.


    Devoid of hope, Toby slowly withdrew a gun from his jacket and pointed it at Simon. The darkness hid the fact that his trigger finger lingered to the side. He knew what he wanted.


    In response, Simon said, "I''m not going to shoot you Toby... but I can''t let you go either. Just... just put the gun down Toby..."


    Toby shouted, "FUCK YOU SIMON!!"


    The rain began to fall harder and enveloped the night, persisting without end. Gradually growing, the forecasted storm rolled in. It had Issued a few roars of thunder and showered rain onto the pavement, as if to make it presence known. It left Simon and Toby soaked, plastering their fur to their skin.


    It had nearly drowned out the majority of what else was heard, muffling the distant sirens. With the world somewhat silenced, it isolated the two of them in that alley. Toby lowered the gun a bit, pausing before his arms slumped. Defeated, he went onto shout, "It just had to be you, huh... of all the FUCKIN!! badges man..."


    With prior encounters, before shit hit the fan, he had met Simon with his partner at a few bars, around the streets... It was a small world for them. While they were no more than acquittances, they were still, good acquittances. Toby knew Simon wasn''t with them. Or at the very least, he assumed so.


    "I got nothin left Simon. It''s over man. It''s over..." Toby shook his head as he uttered those words.


    The storm cried on. As Lighting cracked the sky, it briefly illuminated the alley.


    In Toby''s eyes, you could see he had given up. His tears were now shrouded by the rain, but his face... In that moment, it dawned a mix of fear and more importantly, anguish. With the granted light now dissipating, all that was left was the encroaching thunder.


    Simon stood there. Just a couple feet away, conflicted. He and another only came to question Toby about a murder. But this night, it had spiraled for worse...


    Toby glanced up to meet Simon''s shadowed figure before averting his gaze once more.


    "I-I I''m sorry Simon... It just is... This shit we go through, this world, my life... What they did... It''s breaking me Simon. It''s breaking me-and I''m tired. People say the pain numbs but it don''t, it really don''t and I-I I''m tired of feelin-it. I failed Simon, I fuckin failed I-I did. I let them get taken... A-a-and, I couldn''t do anything..."


    Falling to his knees, he continued, "I-tried, I-did what they said. I-I shoulda known but I-I had to... I tried Simon I-did... They took them..."


    Raising the gun once more with trembling hands, he instead aimed it toward himself.


    "I''m sorry Lyora, I''m sorry Maxy. I''m so fuckin sorry..."


    Simon lunged toward Toby. As the incessant patter of his paws pricked the puddles, he shouted, "TOBY DON''T!!"


    The thunder roared, burying the shot. It had drowned it.


    Toby slumped over, caught by Simon in the last moment. He laid in Simon''s arms, gone.


    The storm raged on, with the occasional burst of light darting throughout the sky, Simon could see the gaping hole on the side of Toby''s face.


    Simon was drawn into Toby''s soulless glare. His jaw tightened and his eyes widened. Even though he maintained a stoic demeaner, an underlying feeling a sadness and spite lingered. Closing Toby''s eyes and placing him down gently, Simon stood back up and looked at his now, washed, bloodied hands.


    Before long, streaks of red and blue pulsed down the alley. Diverting Simon''s attention, he lowered his hands and glanced back.


    The slam of the car''s door was heard.


    An older burly lion stood by the door sporting a simple white button up shirt, sleeves rolled up, and black slacks with suspenders. Amidst the rain, he cuffs his hands and attempts to light a cigarette to no avail.


    With a sigh, he mutters, "Just my luck, first it''s my fucking mane... now I can''t have a cigarette... fuckin rain, need to get me a damn umbrella..." All while walking toward Simon.


    "Simon, you catch-" Met with the scene, he interrupted himself with a pause, before asking, "That rabbit... Is that, that Toby?"


    "Yes. Cornered him here, and he drew his gun on me. I refused to shoot him and tried to talk him down... He just... shot himself. " Replied Simon.


    "I see..." Replied Jason


    Glancing back at Toby, Simon stated, "We should radio for the EMTs. Have them collect his body..."


    "With you there, but they wont make it here in time to collect-em if we don''t stay... His body, the blood''s putting off quite the aroma... The weather should obscure it, but that don''t mean it wont spread it as well... it wouldn''t take long for someone to find him. Feel like hanging around?" Asked Jason.


    "O-course" Replied Simon.


    "Very well, I''ll be in the car. Need a cigarette. You oughta tag along less you like freezing your ass off. Wind and rain, leaves my mane feelin like a wet mop, just not my cup a-tea." said Jason.


    Simon gave Toby one last glance before following Jason back to the car.


    As Jason arrives at the car door, he hears a vehicle around the bend but doesn''t think much of it.


    After getting in, Jason reversed the car a bit into the alley and kept the siren lights on. With nothing on the radio, and a melancholic air looming, neither sought to speak. A mutual silence filled the car, only accompanied by the sound of pounding rain, windshield wipers, the engine''s hum and a shadowed interior soon to be lit by small ember.


    Jason was quick to light the cigarette, taking a lengthy inhale afterward. A third of the cigarette had already become ash, to which he promptly flicked into the car''s cupholder. Simon tilted his head and leaned toward the window, listening to the falling rain collide with it. It had set the stage for his mind to run rampant.


    Not long after, he had drifted into thought.


    You''re aware of the troubles of life, aware of the fact, that most people get more than their fair share of it. I guess that fact just fades into obscurity when your caught up dealing with your own life... People like him, never had a chance... I''m sorry, Toby...


    "What''s wrong with this city?" Simon muttered aloud, inadvertently breaking the silence.


    "Hm? Lookin for an answer or were you just mulling over some thoughts again?" Asked Jason.


    "How about both..." Replied Simon.


    Looking at his finished cigarette butt, Jason said, "Look Simon, city''s gonna eat atchya, keep bitin you until ya-snap. Makes it hard ta-do right when all''s wrong. You get swallowed, and from there, it''s just a perpetuating cycle that worsens... and it ain''t just this city Simon, you get some form a-that shit everywhere. Simon... That''s life. Hell, we ensure it is so, with choices we all choose to make... Try not to dwell on it Simon, you''ll go mad trying to figure that out. Trust me, best to let it go and find your own slice of heaven... It just is, Simon."


    He''s not wrong... he means to say you can''t blame them, us... people take what they can get and use what they have... I disagree though, you can blame us. We make this world the way it is because we all do nothing more than react...


    After lighting a second cigarette, Jason puffs it and looks at Simon. "Philosophy talk aside, wanted to let you I''m retiring. I''ll be finalizing my benefits early morning tomorrow. Meant to tell you sooner, just never found the right moment, cases never allowed for it. Hell, it-still don''t feel like the right moment, but better to say now than never..."


    Simon sat upright and looked at Jason, whilst replying, "I''m not sure on what to say, I''ll miss ya that''s for sure, though I can''t say I''ll try to stop you. Job''s not getting any easier... You happen to know who they''ll partner me up with next?"


    Puffing on the cigarette once more, Jason replies, "Don''t worry bout it, I getcha, wasn''t expecting anything special. Just lettin you know is all."


    With a smile building, Jason went on to ask, "As for your new partner, say, think-ya could do-ya buddy a favor?"


    "Sure." Replied Simon.


    After rolling down and flicking the cigarette out of the window, Jason looked at Simon while rolling it back up. "Gotta opossum, name''s Miela. She about knee-high. She''s got typical problems with size, previous partners damn near tripped over her half the time... has a hard time navigating through the office, doors handles too high and such..."


    Checking the time on his watch, he continues, "They were gonna have to let her go, but as a favor to her late father, old buddy of mine. I told him I''ll watch over her, though she''s not aware of that. Seeing as I''m retiring and all, I recently recommended pairing her with you, this''ll be her last shot given what I''ve just mentioned. That''s the favor."


    Glancing out the window, Simon Asked "Hmm... That aside, think she''ll make a good detective?"


    Following this Jason asserts, "Under your wing, o-course. So-uh... How''s the landlord thing cutting, tenants doin alright?"


    "Yeah, any reason you ask?" answered Simon, all whilst thinking to himself.


    Jason... I can already see what you mean to imply. Given Miela''s troubles... Wouldn''t surprise me if you tried to float the idea of her becoming one of my tenants. It''s... convenient for both parties, I''ll give you that. Though on the offside, I''m basically agreeing to be her baby sitter... Suppose, I ought to give credit where it''s due though, she did graduate and has made it thus far... Maybe given the chance, she''ll do alright.


    "You know, you don''t got to beat around the bush? I see what you''re getting at Jason. Given that she doesn''t know you''re looking out for her. I can''t just swoop in and offer her a place. It''ll all look odd, don''t you think..." Asserted Simon.


    Jason, reaching for his box of cigs, opens it only to find it''s empty, before going on to say, "Yeah... you got me. That aside, when it comes to that, just hopin it''s not too much to ask, is all. Don''t wancha feelin as if I''m pressurin you, you know? Hey, think you could spot me a cigarette?"


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    "Sure, give me a second." Checking his trench coat''s pockets, Simon finds a soggy bent cigarette, and places it on the dashboard. He then goes on to say, "Doesn''t look like you''ll be smoking it though," Chuckling afterwards.


    A bit annoyed, Jason remarks, "Why even pull that soggy shit out knowin damn full well you were just in the rain standing over, shit!! You ever radio for an EMT?"


    "No, I had figured you would since you got in the car before me." Replied Simon.


    Immediately reaching for the radio, Jason states, "Detective Ramsis to Dispatch, ya-read me?"


    "Dispatch to Ramsis, go ahead."


    "Gotta 10-54 at an alley just prior to reaching the corner of Lamlou-"


    Simon, interrupting Jason, states, "White van''s slowly moving toward us, was stationary for a while. Given it''s pace, something''s up..."


    Radio still in hand, Jason kept track of the van. For a moment he had hoped it''s just some nosy oddball... But given the van''s slow movements, it''s as though they''re sizing them up, the city, this neighborhood... Jason''s instincts say otherwise.


    Hopes not something he''s accustom to relying on.


    His eyes stalk the van, looking to see if he can make out any movement, whilst saying "Dispatch, at an alley on th-corner of LamLoius street, requesting backup, unmarked van''s been creepin on us, looks like they''re lookin-ta make a move"


    "Dispatch here, Detective Ramsis. Backup is on route. ETA two minutes."


    "Roger that, Ramsis out." Replied Jason.


    The white van slowed to a crawl as it blocked off the alley''s only exit. In response, Jason reversed the car a bit further, flicking on the car''s high beams. Seeking to both illuminate the vans interior and blind the jackasses within.


    Unfortunately, the van remained an enigma. It''s tinted windows left them in the blind.


    The heavy rain escaped their fixation, fading into the background. Gun''s drawn, their eyes locked on that van''s door, barely blinking. As each second passed, the thumping in their chest grew ravenous and their hands began to tremble slightly.


    Growing nervous and becoming a bit disgruntled, Jason broke the silence and said, "Th-this shit''s just getting shittier, thoughts Simon? I''ve half the mind to start shooting..."


    Equally irritated, Simon swiftly replied "Same, not liking this either. Only got a few rounds between the two of us though. Got to make-em count or they''ll catch us with our pants down."


    Each passing second stretched into an eternity. Full of adrenaline, their trigger fingers itched with anticipation. As the van''s side door eased open, everything slowed. The sound of drumming rain was now nothing more than a slow, soft static. The grind of the windshield wipers dragged on. Jason attempted to steady his nerves. He tried to slow his breathing and adjusted his aim a tad bit, before thinking.


    Fuck... they''re moving fast... Pullin this shit, got-some real fuckin nerve! As soon as I see you dipshits...


    Simon, getting a firmer grip, quickly states, "I''m shooting soon as the door is a third away from being open-duck behind the dash once we''re out, you good on that!?"


    Jason, putting on a slight grin, said, "My thoughts exactly."


    Just then the sound of sirens had just become audible. In that same moment, the van''s door slammed shut as it''s screeching tires peeled away from the alley''s entrance.


    The tension hadn''t eased off at all. Guns still aimed, neither were willing to take any chances. They sat there, waiting.


    Barrels shifting, aligned with their paranoia, it had become their eyes. Tracing the edges of the alley. Each conspicuous sound, even the slightest illusion of movement, was scrutinized with the intensity of a predator stalking it''s prey.


    In mere moments, a car, again accompanied by sirens is heard arriving on their street.


    Only then did the two relax. Jason let out a sigh of relief before remarking, "I-I could go for a drink after this''s all done. Gotta ease my nerves-glad that shits done over with." Voice laced with tension, Jason rested his arm on the car''s door and leaned back into his seat.


    Simon looks down at his right hand, a slight tremor occurred before he clenched it into a fist. He promptly replied, "Agreed."


    Jason glancing over, asked, "Really dragged out didn-it? Shits-like this is why I''m retiring, aint gonna miss that shit, tell you that much." After finishing his comment, he sits up, opens the car door and steps out into the rain.


    Simon, following suite, replies, "Don''t at all doubt it."


    Simon then closed the door and sat on the hood, resting his foot on the bumper. The cop car arrives and pulls up on the curb.


    As Jason walked toward the cop car, he asked, "Simon, you comin?"


    Glancing at Jason he replied, "In a moment, need to wrap my head around some things..."


    "Suit yourself... Gonna give-em the gist of what happened, be back in a bit."


    A single Officer struggled to squeeze out of the car. After managing to get out, you see the car bounce a bit. A heavily built rhino approached Jason, hand resting on his holster.


    "Detective Ramsis, everything alright?" Asked the Officer.


    "Yeah, you could say that. Some shit had just happened..." Replied Jason. He went on to give the officer a brief rundown of what had happened. Meanwhile, Simon remained sitting on the wet hood, lost in thought.


    Knew we had a few at the station who''d gone crooked... but to extent that it became, known... Means there''s a lot more than I had anticipated. Lot more goin on too. Wouldn''t be wrong to assume they''re in cahoots with another, in some way.... or at the very least, aware of each-other. Meaning, with Jason gone... I can''t trust anyone...


    He stared at the ground, watching the rain collect and flow into the storm drain. The realization instilled a bit of anger within him. Stuck pondering Toby''s death, he thought on about how one could be stripped of will, of hope.


    Sighing, he hopped off and walked toward Jason.


    "That''s the gist of it, I figure the sirens had them second guessing. Still gotta radio for EMTs... Never did call them." Said Jason.


    "Don''t worry-bout it, you can leave it to me. I''ll call it in now." Replied the Officer.


    "Preciate it, need us hang around or-" Asked Jason.


    Walking back to his car, the Officer asserted, "It''ll be fine, got another en route. We''ll take it from here."


    "Right..." Muttered Jason, before turning and walking toward Simon.


    Slipping his hands into his pockets, and eyeing Simon, he asks, "Still want that drink?-said he''d take it from here..."


    Taken aback, Simon meets Jason''s gaze and says, "Just him? After what just happened?"


    Glancing at the Officer''s car, Jason responds, "Yeah... Lets go. We''ll talk more on it when we get outta here..."


    With Jason and Simon in the car, they pulled out of the alley and drove off to the Alley Cat. One of many bars open all throughout the night. They parked about a street away and walked the rest of the way.


    As the two of them pushed open the door to the low end bar.


    The dim glow of flickering neon casted shadows across the weathered floorboards. The air was heavy, the pungent aroma of beer and cigarette smoke had filled the bar.


    Some of the bars occupants popped a glance. Others strewn along the counter payed them no mind, they were huddled around tables. Some laughed, other''s simply talked. Each weary soul had been in their own world.


    Jason motioned Simon toward a couple of stools that laid in the back near a jukebox, well away from prying ears.


    The jukebox was already in tune, filling the bar with the soothing sounds of a crooner. Their intimate voice bounced in tandem with the wavy jazz. Propagating a slow jazzy blues-like ambient flowing throughout the bar.


    As they settled onto the worn vinyl stools, the bartender moseyed on down toward them. As she approached, they noticed her pointed ears and tufted fur, unmistakable signs that she was a bobcat. She wore a white collared blouse, a black knee length skirt, and an apron.


    Wiping the counter of an old spill, she asked "So, what''ll it be for-ya, hon?"


    Jason replied, "A beer''ll be fine for me."


    Looking at Simon, she went on to ask, "And what aboutcha, what''s ya poison?"


    Resting his hands on the counter, Simon simply replied, "A cup of iced water."


    Following this, she replied, "Alrighty, I''ll be back with you in a moment."


    And with that, she left to take a few more orders, provided some refills and finally brought Simon and Jason''s drink.


    Jason took a sip of beer before turning to face Simon.


    "About that cop... we on the same page?" Asked Jason.


    Picking up the cup of water, Simon replied, "I believe so... It''s odd."


    "Yeah, considerin what''d just happened you''d think the more the merrier. Either he gets off to risking his ass or he''s up to something... and My money''s on the latter of the two." Said Jason.


    Following this he takes a swig before continuing to say, "I figured out what''s goin on round the station. Never brought it up cause-well, I figured it wasn''t worth the risk... And knowin you weren''t on the sly with them, it''d change how we operate... It''d likely draw attention, single us out... Truth be told, I wasn''t gonna tell you."


    After drinking some of the water and placing the cup down, Simon replied, "Toby... He mentioned something like that in the alley before he died. Figured there were a few bad apples but when I heard what he said, it dawned on me. There''s whole lot more than just a few. Means we''re in a vipers nest, blind..."


    Jason went on to state, "Yeah... Rustling with that nest will end up biting me in the ass, and my ass has got a family... I care for doing the right thing, but I''m not gonna take that risk... This''s the real reason I''m retiring Simon. I''m not keen on working in that kind-of environment. "


    Simon said, "I understand, it all clicked when I put the pieces together. I''d do the same had I been in your shoes. Don''t need to justify it, I get it." Following this, he drank the rest of the water.


    Jason looked over at Simon and saw him staring at a clock hanging on the wall. He hardly blinked, and with his arms resting on the counter, at a bar this late at night, anyone could''ve guessed where he was.


    Lost in thought, drowning in the realization, except he wasn''t washing it away with drink. He instead allowed it to fester... Looking back at his foamy beer, Jason too, drifted into thought. Both accompanied by the same slow jazz and low murmurs lingering within the bar.


    I know Simon, if he''s thinking about. It won''t be long before he acts on it... I sure is shit can''t have him following me...


    Finishing off the beer, he put the glass down and stared at the shelf behind the bar.


    "You gonna let this go Simon?" Asked Jason.


    "I, don''t know... I know I despise it, just don''t know how or where I''d begin, or if it''s even worth fighting... Too caught up in my mind to know right now..." Replied Simon.


    Jason took out his wallet and placed five bucks under the glass. He then turned toward Simon and said, "If that''s the case, you''re pondering the impossible. Simon... Look, there''s no happy ending for trying to play hero. If this''s something you''re gonna seriously consider, ask yourself what your willing to sacrifice cause this road you''re thinking about walking. This fight-ya pickin... It aint no cage match, aint-no one on one."


    He continued, "It''s gonna-be war, and fuck me but I''m sure as shit not letting you walk that road alone, retirement be damned."


    Getting up out of the seat, he ended with, "I''ll be-there, Simon."


    After that, Jason left the bar.


    Simon continued to sit there. He ended up putting his head down on his crossed arms, and stared at the shelf in front of him. Glancing over all the bottles that lined it.


    I figured as much... The hand you''re playing, it''s a real shitty one, Jason. Said he wouldn''t risk family...


    Chuckling aloud, he muttered to himself, "Yeah, should''ve seen that coming. Seeing me as family... after all we''ve been through these past seven years... It isn''t a stretch to see it that way."


    Simon opted to put it all aside for now and listened to the jukebox.


    In due time, the bar slowly began to empty, it''s patrons walking out the door.


    Given some time, Simon fell asleep.


    Tapping his elbow, with a double barrel shotgun laying resting on her shoulder, the bartender woke him. "Hey buddy, we''re closing."


    Simon''s eyes partially opened before closing again, he muttered, "Hm?"


    With a slight eye roll, she tapped his forehead and asserted, "Come on hon, bar''s closing..."


    With his eyes still closed he sat up and got off the stool. His hand rested on the counter while he woke himself. Eyes opened, he started walking and apologized. The bartender followed him to the exit a said, "Have a goodnight."


    Her tone was serious, in more ways than one. She meant it of course, but that kindness wasn''t tied to any naivete. Caution and anticipation was a necessary key to surviving in this hell. Damn near everyone had their foot in something sticky, at least it seemed that way, felt that way.


    Pure genuine trust was difficult to come by, and hardly lasted if seen. Just a matter of time...


    Simon mirrored her response and exited the bar. Multiple locks had clicked.


    Standing outside, he was met with the quiet embrace of the early morning hours. While the rain had settled down, it''s remnants lingered. Puddles occasionally decorated the sidewalk and saturated the road''s asphalt. The streets were for the most part empty. Aside from a few cars passing by, not a single soul remained to be seen. After a little while, he arrived at his apartment.


    He walked in, strolling through modest lobby. It''s walls were adorned with slightly faded wallpaper and carried the scent of aged wood. Simon made his way to the first room, it''s where he chose to stay. Being on the bottom floor allowed him to ward off uninvited guests... He kept the smaller animals on the third and second floor. Granted the building itself wasn''t too sizable. Each floor had two rooms. All of which were occupied, excluding the second room on the first floor.


    Approaching his door, he took out his key and unlocked it. His humble abode, it comprised of just two main rooms. The living space seamlessly merged with the kitchen, creating a cozy yet functional environment. Upon entering, he casually tossed his keys onto the worn countertop. The faint jingle echoing in the compact space, before securing the door behind him with a definitive click.


    As he began to shed the weight of the day, his footsteps carried him towards the bathroom. Stepping into its modest confines, he was greeted by the familiar sight of essential amenities. A toilet, adorned with a soft plushy mat invited tired feet.


    All while a shower, ensconced by nondescript gray curtains, hinted at moments of refreshing solitude yet to come.


    The sink, nestled snugly into a weathered cupboard. It served as a central hub for his daily routine. Here, a small potted plant added a splash of verdant life to the otherwise utilitarian space, though, it''s plastic leaves started to collect a considerable amount of dust.


    Nearby, a cup brimmed with toothpaste tubes and toothbrushes. In this unassuming oasis, amidst his everyday life, each element contributed to the quiet rhythm of his existence.


    As Simon stepped into the shower, he cut on the water and adjusted the temp. As the water poured onto his fur, he placed his hands on the wall and looked into the drain.


    Jason... he knows... I''m not keen on getting him involved. His wife Nyala, he''ll be a father soon... and he''ll risk that, all because he considers me family... Fuckin selfish if you ask me, Leaving the choice in my hands, fine...


    Letting out an audible sigh, he continues.


    I''m not willing to make that sacrifice... and he knows that...


    After a while, Simon cuts off the water and shakes rigorously, before grabbing and drying himself with the towel. His movements are slow, he isn''t in any rush. He doesn''t know how he''ll proceed, what he''ll go on to do knowing that he''ll have to work around it if he does nothing... Sooner or later, he''ll have to deal with it.


    Glancing into the mirror, hunched over, he eyes himself down.


    Unlike most, Simon was an albino wolf. He had white fur, pink nose, and red eyes to match.


    After glancing at himself, Simon walked into his living room and planted himself on the sofa. He leaned over to a nearby end-table and tuned the radio to a dead station. With static playing, he lowered the audio a tad bit and laid on the sofa. He soon closed his eyes. Seeking to free his mind, he went to sleep.

 Draft/Chapter 2 - Some Rain Must Fall

    The Next Day...


    The morning sunlight peered through the curtains cracks, followed by a sharp, repetitive buzz breaking the silence. Eyes creeping open in response, Miela let out a groggy sigh and laid in bed for a moment.


    Murmuring to herself with a faint hint of resignation, "Here goes another day... uuhhhh... Here''s to hoping it''s a good one...If not, there''s always tomorrow..."


    Sitting up, she yawned whilst reaching for the alarm. After silencing the alarm, Miela was left in silence with a slight daze. Despite this morning daze, she rolled over and with gentle fingers, reached in her drawer for a silver locket nestled within.


    Upon opening it, a bittersweet smile tugged at her lips. The locket contained a photograph of her late father. This ritual. A silent moment of connection, lingering on the memories, all, soon to be gently hushed by a fact. He''s gone, now residing in memory alone.


    Miela fastened the locket around her neck, and with a bit of determination, an instilled resolve, she rose and prepped for work.


    She wore a pair of shades, a tailored suit, collared shirt, stockings, and a pair of bow heels. After grabbing her hat and coat, she headed out the door and started riding her bike.


    Sun shining and gleaming down the streets, Miela watched as all manner of folk were out and about moving with intent. The people, the cars, they all seemed to have a tale to tell. But, none of it mattered to her. She didn''t know if she''d still have a job after today... Despite that, she pressed on.


    It didn''t take long for her to get to the station, after a small stroll down a few streets, she''d arrived. Miela parked her bike a little ways away from the entrance and walked through the entrance. Then, she did the usual. Entered the dimly lit reception area and dutifully punched in on the time clock. There was one differing detail, nothing out of the ordinary just, well... She needed to speak with her supervisor.


    So, after clocking in, Miela went on to do just that. All while under the assumption that she''d be let go. She pressed onward, her feelings a mix of hope and fear.


    "L-lieutenant Baksin, y-you wanted to see me?" inquired Miela, her voiced carried a hint of anxiety.


    A moose sat in at the desk wearing a burgundy dress suit, she appeared to be reviewing some paper work and was smoking a Cuban cigar. Her office was spacious and neat, aside from the things one would find in an office, there was a vase filled with deep red Carnations sitting on her desk.


    "Bennet, darlin, come in and close the door behind you." Replied Lieutenant Baksin, after exhaling some smoke. It lingered in the air, tainting it with it''s sweet devilish aroma.


    Miela tried to close it, but the door had been stuck on the carpet. After opting to use her weight to force the door closed, she climbed into one of the soft sofas facing Baksin''s desk. The lieutenant watched, feeling a mix of pity and admiration.


    Lieutenant Baksin had asked out of habit, and before she could cancel that request, Miela had already set off to. Still, Miela''s determination eased her guilt.


    "Bennet darlin, I''ll be frank. We don''t have the funding to revise this environment to facilitate animals of your stature. Meaning we''d normally have to let you go and I don''t think that''s fair."


    The lieutenant dipped the ashes building up on the edge of the cigar and continued.


    "But fortunately for you, senior detective Ramsis proposed a solution. It''s, highly unconventional... but as long work gets done and no one''s feathers are ruffled, which they shouldn''t, I don''t see why we can''t make it work." Lieutenant Baksin explained, her tone exuding sympathy.


    Another draw on the cigar punctuated the Lieutenant''s words before she set the paperwork aside.


    Fixing her gaze on Miela, Baksin continued, "Darling, you''ll be paired with detective Simon, Wylock. He''s to be a bit more understanding of your... unique challenges. Or, if you''d rather leave, we could try transferring you to another station, but I''ll be honest honey, you''re problems will unfortunately remain the same regardless of where ever you go. If you''d still like to work, You''re to wait at your desk until he arrives. Clear?"


    Miela fought back a surge of frustration. Her thoughts swirled with unspoken grievances. She had only needed for her coworkers to be a bit more mindful. She began wondering if that was really, too much to ask of them.


    You oversized assholes!! Is it really that hard!?!...


    "Crystal," Miela replied through gritted teeth, her composure unwavering despite the turmoil within.


    "Good. Off you go then darling. Be sure to clo-I''ll get it." Replied Lieutenant Baksin. After standing and walking over, she opened the door.


    Miela hopped down out of the chair, and walked to the door.


    Looking up, she thanked the Lieutenant and made her way to the modest desk nestled beside a large plant. Settling into her chair, Miela busied herself with the mundane tasks of organization, though her mind remained tethered to the weight of the day''s revelations. As the minutes ticked by, she placed her head down on her arms, seeking solace in the quiet of her thoughts.


    Shortly after, Simon arrived.


    Squatting beside her, he gently tapped Miela''s shoulder, his voice tentatively inquiring, "Detective, Bennet?"


    Darting upright and fixing her shaded glasses, Miela stuttered a response. "Y-yes, that''s me..."


    Turning in her chair, she met Simon''s unwavering gaze. It pierced through her, eyeing her like a predator sizing up it''s prey. Her heart skipped a beat. Quickening it''s pace, It thumped voraciously against her chest so audibly that Simon''s ears caught it''s rhythm. Twitching in response.


    He-he''s a-a wolf!


    She was met with his white fur. It didn''t appear out of the norm, but his other features, you couldn''t help but look, even stare. His nose pinkish-red, and the eyelids around his eyes... They too lacked any form of melanin. What made Simon different from the few wolves with albinism, were his eyes. Normally, they''d be pale blue or light grey but that wasn''t the case for Simon. The iris of his eyes were pink and laced with a red rim. His pupils, while others were typically black, his were instead, deep red.


    Sensing her unease, Simon averted his eyes and purposefully stumbled over his words, "S-sorry."


    Miela stuttered once more, her words faltering in his unexpected presence, "It-it''s f-fine. Y-you just sur-surprised me..."


    Their exchange lingered in the air. The tension hadn''t fully dissipated, it had merely subsided. Now newfound acquaintances, they paused. Awkwardly looking at one another.


    Slowly dropping the facade, and carrying a note of sincerity, Simon said, "I reorganized my office and made room for your desk. Since we''ll be working together, I figured it make sense if were in the same room. Sound good?"


    Miela''s nerves were palpable, in her stuttered response, she nodded hesitantly, "I-I u-uh s-sure, that makes sense. Ju-just give me a moment to move it..." She rose from her chair, and prepped to drag the desk across the room.


    Simon opted to instead intervene with a gesture of unexpected courtesy. Placing her chair atop her desk, he effortlessly lifted the entire desk and softly said, "I''m not going to watch you lug it across the room... Follow me."


    Walking through the office, he moved with consideration, making sure to keep anything and everything from falling off of Miela''s desk. When they reached the office, Simon slung the door open and positioned her desk against the wall with deliberate care.


    His office was quite modest, it for the most part, only adorned the essentials: a desk with a lamp, two chairs, bookshelves, a phone, a bulletin board, file cabinets, radio, and a single potted cactus. Across from his desk now lay Miela''s.


    He went onto to place the chair on the floor.


    This is not how I pictured today playing out, working with thee detective Wylock... I never thought he''d be a wolf. He was practically never here when I arrived, seeing him in person, he seems so, off. He''s got this dead look in his eyes... Doesn''t seem to smile either-No, smiling would just look worse now that I think about it... It shouldn''t be too bad, right...?


    Despite rummaging through her inner thoughts, Miela was quick to thank Simon. "Th-thank you, detective Wylock."


    Standing up, he glanced at Miela and replied, "There isn''t a need for that, just call me Simon."


    With her voice finally steading, she said, "Right, Simon it is." Soon after that, Miela settled into her seat.


    Walking over to his desk, Simon grabbed his small cactus plant and used it to prop the office''s door open. Glancing up through the cracked door, he pondered.


    Jason still hasn''t gotten here. He usually arrives earlier than most of us. I should give him a call.


    Returning to his desk, he dialed Jason''s number and waited. He Hadn''t answered. Simon put the phone down and sat in silence for a moment. Breaking that silence, Miela asked, "S-Simon, is there anything I need to brought up to date on, case wise?"


    Leaning back in his chair, as if to relax, Simon thought to himself.


    Hm... Last case resolved itself, and ended up leaving me with more questions than answers... Assuming I can trust you... that would have to wait, not here... That and I don''t trust her though. She''ll have to earn that.


    He promptly replied, "Apologize for the late reply, my mind tends to wander. As for your initial question, we''ll need to wait for a case to come in. That just leaves me with paperwork, and other office, tasks..."


    "Ookay, I''ll just sit here, for now, I guess..." Replied Miela.


    Two knocks were heard at the door.


    "Come in." Replied Simon.


    A goat poked his head in, maintaining a polite demeanor, he said, "I see your doors open but I felt I should knock rega-a-ardless. A-a-anyway, Lieutenant Ba-a-aksin a-a-asked for you-ta pop in her office."


    Acknowledging the message, Simon stood up and walked toward the door whilst saying, "Alright, I''ll head there now. I''ll be back in a bit, Miela."


    Miela Nodded in understanding.


    Navigating through the now, bustling office. He exchanged briefs nods with colleagues before entering the Lieutenant''s Office. Jason was still nowhere to be seen, this was indeed odd.


    As he entered, Simon greeted the lieutenant. "Good morning, Lieutenant Baksin."


    "Wylock, you haven''t heard from Ramsis, have you? I''ve been trying to reach for quite some time now. He''s yet to arrive or call back..." Baksin inquired with a hint of concern.


    "I haven''t, I tried calling him myself and didn''t get a reply." Replied Simon.


    "Hmm, perhaps he''s just late... that''d be a first. Well, that was all, darling." Concluded Baksin.


    With a nod, Simon took his leave and returned to his office.


    With concern, Simon returned to his chair and asked Miela, "Jason hasn''t come in yet, and he''s never been late... Normally I''d chalk it up to nothing. But you see, yesterday, well to keep it brief... We had a strange run-in with a van. What do you think about that?"


    Turning in her chair, she attempted to look at Simon. The angle she looked from left majority of Simon to be obscured by his desk. Only the tips of his ears and the crown of his head met her gaze.


    Nonetheless, she replied, "Was it, was it following you? If so, I''d be pretty concerned."


    Following... No it had just stopped at the... No, it could''ve, to the bar...


    Simon realized the van may''ve followed them, his mind entertained the idea, and pondered the implications of why It might''ve...


    He shot up and grabbed his coat. "I''m headed to check on him, are you coming or staying here?"


    Taken aback by the sudden burst of urgency, Miela promptly replies, " Y-yes, I''m coming." Hearing this, Simon swooped her up in one swift motion, causing her to yelp in surprise.


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    Cradling her like a baby against his chest, Simon quickly made his way out of the station.


    All whilst whispering, "I apologize for this and I''ll explain why we''re in such a rush when we exit the station."


    He-he just whisked me away, li-like a baby!!


    Miela''s mind dwelled on the absurdity of the situation. Aware of that the eyes of the station were fixed on them, no doubt spawning gossip. It was already bad enough that her size made things difficult for her. The fact that Simon opted to just carry her went a long way in the eyes of her colleagues...


    Out of the station, Simon hailed a taxi, hopped in, and gently placed Miela down beside him. She quizzically glanced at him, her demeanor silently demanding an explanation.


    The cabby asked, "Where-ya headed pal?" Her voice, impatient. Following her inquiry, she started breathing slowly as if to temper herself.


    Settling in and looking at the cabby, Simon firmly replied, "Memora Lane please. Are you okay?"


    Thinking this is as good a time as any, Miela seized the moment and interrupted, "Care to explain why we''re in such a hurry!?! Why you just grabbed me!?!"


    Pointing at her legs, Miela went on. "As you can see, I can walk!!"


    But before Simon could utter a response, a small critter sitting beside them woke up and butted in, "Simon, is that-chu?"


    Previously unaware of the passenger sitting beside them, Simon and Miela glance over. A plump chinchilla sat in the seat beside them, he didn''t even take up a tenth of the seat. If anyone would''ve entered from the other door, they would''ve surely sat on the tiny fella. He sported a leather jacket, plain t-shirt and jeans.


    "Dammit, You-you''re still in here!?!" Exclaimed the cabby.


    The chinchilla shrugged, looking at the seat in front of him whilst replying, "I needsa job mane..."


    Afterward the chinchilla looked at Simon and sought to reaffirm his actions. "I hopped in here and asked if she needed secuwities. Tolds her I could work secuwity. Told her I needsa a job, you know, to pay my rent along witha other necessities. This cat said I wasn''t needed and that I had to get out."


    Simon stared at the chinchilla before looking back at the cabby. The jaguar tapped her finger relentlessly on the steering wheel. The furrowed brow and occasional fidgeting, implied she was very annoyed. However, in an attempt to ignore the small rodent, she kept on driving and fixated on the task at hand.


    "So, she weached back and opened the doe, I then pretended to hop out and shut the doe. I stayed in here to pwove she needed the secuwities, but afta a while I fell asleep. But the point is how''s she supposed to know if people getting free rides with no secuwities?" Asked the chinchilla.


    It was clear that no matter how hard she tried to ignore the rodent, she just couldn''t suppress her agitation.


    Further irritated by the chinchilla''s reasoning, she replied, "Tha-that''s fuckin dumb. What can you-even do, hm? You-you''re a chinchilla! It-it''s just stupid-You know this guy, been pulling this shit with other cab drivers. Thought it was some baloney, but here he is! Would''ve through his ass out myself if I''d-a known he was still in here."


    Calming down, she concluded with, "Pardon my language... It''s just, he''s been at it for a while and I don''t even know when he got in, hell looks like he''s been here the whole time apparently."


    With an understanding, Simon assured the cabby, "It''s Fine."


    Looking up, Miela''s eyes met Simon''s. Taking note, Simon responded to look of inquiry. "I''ll have to explain everything when we arrive. Now''s not the time..."


    "You know, this the ninth times they said no-"


    Simon when on to interrupt, "Jacob..."


    Jacob was familiar with that tone, it wasn''t stern, it was just pre-established thing between the two. To let him know when enough was enough, and given what Simon had done for him. He didn''t mind obliging.


    Pouting and looking down, Jacob replied, "Alwight..."


    Glancing over at Jacob, Miela asked Simon, "Hm, how exactly does someone like you, know Jacob?"


    Upon placing his elbow into the window, he pressed his fist on the side of his jaw, leaning into it.


    Eyes now watching the daily commute of others, Simon went on to reply, "Jacob''s one of my, unconventional tenants. Well I''m not sure if it really counts... I just found him living in my stairwell one day. A tiny bit of smoke was creeping from a pretty sizable hole in the corner of one of the steps. I caught him cooking... Never did get around to removing him, it didn''t bother anyone there and he''s... unique. Figured I''d let him stay. Didn''t say he had to pay either, but, he insist on doing so..."


    Miela couldn''t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.


    The cabby just popped a glare into the rearview window, after Simon finished his story. Her eyes said everything. It''s as if they asked if he was serious. But after thinking on it, she looked back at the road. Jacob is an oddball to many, a real peculiar individual and given all that''s happened thus far in this cab, her cab. It no longer sounded too far-fetched.


    Nearing their destination, Simon paid the fare, tipped, and then some. Leaning in toward the front seat, He asked, "If it''s not too much trouble, could you drive Jacob as close as you can to Delluvas Avenue?"


    The cabby glanced at Jacob through the rearview mirror, with a newfound understanding in her eyes. "Sure, I''ll take-em there. It''s the least I could do."  She replied with a nod.


    Given a bit of time, they''d arrived at their destination.


    Jason''s apartment...


    With the Simon stepping out of the car, he waited for Miela to follow him out.


    After she''d had exited, Simon had closed the door and walked up to Jason''s apartment. They were met with a modest, yet charming apartment nestled among the many buildings lining the street. Ivy had begun to creep up and down its brick wall, complimented by its window boxes filled with an assortment of blooming flowers.


    The stairs were nestled in-between a garden. After ascending the steps, they were met with a sturdy wooden door adorning a brass knocker along with a vintage plaque bearing the apartment''s number.


    Simon got ready to explain why they had rushed there, before he spoke, he noticed an odd and familiar scent. Standing at Jason''s apartment door, a subtle metallic tang teased Simon''s nose, lingering in the air like a abrupt warning. Miela smelt it too, she sniffed around the air, aiming to find its origins. After glancing to her side and she spotted a few dried, rust colored stains engraved atop the concrete steps.


    Pointing to the stains, Miela said, "Simon, I believe that''s blood..." Before looking up toward Simon.


    With a newfound determination instilled, Simon reached out to try the doorknob. The door was unlocked, swinging the door open, he drew his gun and entered. Miela followed, covering Simon with her own firearm. Gritting his teeth and slightly angered, Simon moved with calculated precision.


    The living space was mostly dark. The cracks creeping through the curtains provided a few gleams of sunlight. They were greeted with overturned and broken furniture. It was clear that a violent struggle had taken place here. Blood splatter along with a few bullet holes chaotically adorned the walls, one of many remnants, telling the tale of this vile altercation.


    The kitchen was no different, a few of the cabinets hung open. Its contents spilled out onto the floor, a butcher knife laid on the counter next to a few chunks of disregarded meat. The metallic aroma of blood hung heavy in the air.


    Despite this the gruesome scene, the bathroom remained eerily undisturbed, for the most part. Bloody boot prints tracked in and out of the bathroom as if looking for something... or someone. Sensing the need to investigate further, Miela broke away from Simon''s side and entered the bathroom.


    Her gaze swept the bathroom. As she entered, she Immediately noticed the cupboard beneath the sink. One of the doors had been left partially open. Curious, she opened and saw a thin weathered leather journal laying under the sink.


    Grabbing it, she flipped and skimmed through the pages. Majority had been torn out, of the few left, detailed instructions were listed along with an address. It''s conclusion struck her, it contained an explicit warning not to go to the police. She pocketed the book and searched the remainder of the bathroom. Once it had been searched, she returned to Simon.


    With each room cleared, the sense of dread propagated and deepened.


    A phone laid on the floor next to the broken coffee table. After glancing around the room, Miela walked toward the phone. Visibly distraught, her voice shook. "I-I I''m gonna call this in."


    Simon glanced at the bedroom door and entered. Upon opening it, devastation bared itself.


    The book shelves, dresser and nightstand remained mostly, untarnished by the violence. But the bed, it''s sheets were so engrossed with blood, that it still remained, damp.


    On the bedposts, ropes were bound to the severed hands and feet. At the top of the bed where pillows typically were, laid a decapitated head with a missing eye..


    Jason''s head. Simon lowered his gun, stuck. He drowned in the scene, faced with the realization that his best friend, was followed home, and butchered. All whilst he slept.


    He stared at Jason''s lifeless head. One of his only friends, a lively soul, silenced. He didn''t blink. He couldn''t, because Jason, was staring right back at him. Dropping his gun, his eyes began water. Tears, racing down his furry cheeks began to pour. Their wasn''t any sniffling, or any other sound normally associated with this, pain.


    His eyes were locked in a trance, and with most of his body remaining still, his hands being the only varying variable, twitched. Everything perceivable had been unwillingly tuned out.


    Overwhelmed with emotion. In this melting pot, his mind, it all simmered into one evocative feeling, hatred. For himself, and more importantly, for whoever had done this...


    After calling this mess, in. Miela entered, gun at the ready and saw Simon. He just stood there. She called to him, and he didn''t respond. Lowering her gun, she walked over and tugged at Simon''s coat.


    "Si-Simon?"


    Her height had obscured the vile visage displaying from atop the bed. Despite that, she did see the edge of the bed. Miela looked to the bedpost and saw a the edge of a severed foot. With what little she could see, and given Simon''s reaction, Miela had assumed it had to be Jason laying on the bed, dead.


    Taken aback, she covered her mouth and pauses, before exiting the room. Everything, foreshadowed a grim reveal, and yet, she didn''t expect to see it. No, she didn''t want to see it. She deluded herself in the possibility of everything turning out fine...


    As she walked over to the apartment''s doorway, she laid her hand on the railing and slowly collapsed along side it. Sitting down on the steps and leaning in the railing, reality hit her, hard...


    Miela donned a wide-eyed expression of shock.


    The cruelty clicked, she knew she aspired to be a detective, she knew she''d face the horror that comes with working this job, in this city. She thought she was ready, thought she could deal with it. Like many, she didn''t take into account that fact that she cared. Wanting to do right and caring, witnessing something this vile, with those principles, it shook her.


    The two of them stayed where they were until backup arrived.


    With the death of a fellow detective. On arrival, the police, detectives and after a bit, crime scene cleaners swarmed that apartment like cockroaches. Simon and Miela were ushered outside.


    Glancing around, Simon quietly growled while his eyes scoured for any individual that looked suspicious. Whilst escorted down the steps, he, at one point caught the attention of everyone there. The mix of predator and prey, easily figured out what it is, he desired. You could see it in his bloodshot eyes, he wanted... needed to kill.


    Of the few who walked by him, with the smell of blood, Simon''s clear intent, you could see their bodies twitch and flare up in response. Miela wasn''t exempt from it either. He may not have glared at her, but she too, could see the lust for vengeance emanating from his being. After being escorted to the car, he sat in silence. A few detectives tried to get him to recount what happened, but he didn''t respond. Many of whom didn''t bother, too put off by his presence... or so it seemed.


    From there on, the atmosphere outside the apartment reeked of tragedy. Miela soon, accompanied Simon in the car. An officer and a detective spoke. The detective figured it was best to have their supervisor assess Miela and Simon. Though, much of their conversation was muffled by distance. When the finished, the officer got into the car and headed back to the station.


    As the car began to move, Miela gazed out the window, watching the city pass by in a blur. Questions clouded her mind. Questions about Jason''s death, about who may''ve done it, and to her, most importantly why. Thinking on all that may have led up to the death. She remembered the mention of a van.


    She didn''t get the full story of that night, and given what had just happened. She grew curious, so much so that she was tempted to ask Simon. She turned toward him as if to ask, but nothing came out. His far-away look silenced her. It was clear that this had hit him harder than anyone.


    When the car finally arrived, Miela stepped out, trying to steady her resolve. She turned to Simon and with a bit of determination, she said, ''We''ll get through this Simon... We''ll find out who did this." But she wasn''t just telling Simon that, she was also speaking to herself.


    Simon glared at her. Visibly uncomfortable, she met and kept his gaze, hoping to reaffirm her words.


    Would you still say that if you knew...


    The officer exited and walked around the car whilst they stared at one another. Opening the car door, Miela hopped out and Simon followed suit.


    She said, we... She''s trying to make this, work.


    Simon paused for a moment, recalling Jason''s last request of him.


    Your Favor... I''ll follow through on it... It is, the least I can do...


    The officer escorted the two of them to Lieutenant Baksin''s office. Miela sat outside on a bench while Simon had entered first to be assessed.


    Inside Baksin''s Office...


    Lieutenant Baksin sat across from Simon, she had been briefed by the officer and observed Simon. His hands were digging into the armrest of the sofa and his brow was slightly furrowed.


    He stared at the Lieutenant, though it was clear, he was elsewhere. Lieutenant Baksin found his attempt at remaining composed, a bit unsettling. She leaned a bit back in her chair, instinctively distancing herself from him.


    The Lieutenant noticed that and averted her eyes before attempting to close the newly gained gap.  She found herself unable to do so, despite his outward demeanor, it was clear that Simon was bubbling, boiling...


    She fixed on that, it told her he was seriously affected by this and that maybe, this attempt... Either it could fester much darker and spawned from some ulterior motives or he wasn''t at all fit to continue working. Both were applicable in her eyes.


    After enough Silence, Lieutenant Baksin cleared her throat and met Simon''s eyes.


    As she opened her mouth to speak, she couldn''t help but avert her gaze. It seemed as though Simon''s state worsened. His teeth were gritted and his twitching eyelids, shadowing those blood red eyes, furthered the Lieutenant''s unease.


    The Lieutenant fought to maintain eye contact before inevitably breaking away.


    "S-Simon, yo-you''re too close to this... I''m placing you on administrative leave, effective immediately." Her words were for the most part firm, albeit a bit shaky. She made the decision, out of both concern and necessity.


    Steadying herself she reached for her cigar box and noticed a small tremor in her hand. She was scared, and she hated that. There wasn''t a need to be and her instincts forced her into this heightened state. She needed to address it, and so, she turned to Simon once more.


    "S-Simon?"


    She waited for a reply.


    Through it all, Simon answered with respect. "Yes Lieutenant."


    His unwavering gaze, again, led Lieutenant Baksin to avert her gaze.


    She pondered for a moment. How she''d address this. She was hoping to do so in a way that didn''t prioritize herself, remained dignified and ultimately, showed she cared.


    Simon was aware of his off putting demeanor. He didn''t know if his Lieutenant could be trusted, so he opted to outright ask.


    "I apologize for my..." Raising his hands toward himself and averting his gaze, he continued, "Well, this."


    After a pause, he slumped in his chair and stared at the ceiling.


    "Lieutenant, can I ask you something?"


    With the tension calming, she responded, "Of course."


    "Can I trust you?"


    Baksin wasn''t sure on where this was coming from, she couldn''t see if Simon was angling at something.


    "I''d hope so Simon. Is there-"


    "Wouldn''t be too far fetched to say that majority of this precinct is crooked."


    Sitting up, Simon looked into Baksin''s eyes and continued. "Are you?"


    Baksin paused, she too was aware of the oddities surfacing and lingering around.


    With a softened, cautious tone, Baksin answered, "You''re now either careless or stupid, and I doubt it''s the latter."


    She leaned back in her chair and went on to say, "No, Simon. But what can you even do? It all happened to fast... There was a time I considered addressing it, but before I could even start I was lucky enough to see just how far that filth spread. It''s futile."


    She reached for a cigar and lit it.


    "Simon, I''m an only child taking care of both, my mother and father and have two sons. Both of whom are in middle school. I''m in no position to fight that... Allow me to tell you something Simon... Unless you''re looking to kill damn near half this city, there''s no chance in the way of stopping this, corruption."


    "I''m not going to tell you what to do, you''d already know what I''d advise. It''s only applicable if you''ve got something to lose..."


    She puffed on the cigar.


    "I do miss the old days, it only took a decade for life in this city to sour... You know, back then, this was the city of opportunity. Everyone came on in trying to make it big. Problem is, when a lotta fish come piling up, bigger one''s take notice. Opportunity is for everyone."


    After sitting up, she put the cigar out in an ashtray.


    "Ramblings out of the way, the others will of course, handle the quote on quote investigation. Take the time you need to assess... and send Miela in after you."


    Simon stood up replied, "Of course."


    After stepping out he turned to Miela and held the door open. Miela knew and entered.


    The Lieutenant''s words lingered in his mind, he did need assess and figure out how he was to proceed.

 Draft/Chapter 3 - Turn Around, Look At Me

    Simon was put on administrative leave, and so was Miela. Given her troubles, and being relatively new to this station. Lieutenant Baksin figured it''d be for the best, given the circumstances.


    After a day had passed, Miela went to the address she had found in the journal. She wasn''t aware that it was Simon''s apartment, after-all Simon had never listed it as his place of residency. He was thought to live in an apartment on the opposite side of town. That aside, she hadn''t been busy and wondered often about the journal.


    She waited outside for a while, assessing the somewhat lively neighborhood. It was modest, albeit a bit run down. When she saw the address, she had waited a while, in hopes of gaining information on those who resided within. As life continued around her, the apartment in question, remained dead. No on entered nor did they exit. After a while, she had decided to cross the street and enter.


    As Miela approached Simon''s building, she had unknowingly caught the attention of an unexpected observer. Unbeknownst to her, this observer, silently followed behind her, moving with a predatory grace. With keen eyes fixed on Miela, it trailed closely behind as Miela made her way inside.


    She walked through the small reception area, seeing no one. Following this, she bypassed the stairs and headed straight for the first apartment door, Simon''s door. Just as soon as she lifted her hand to knock, the watcher intercepted her.


    "Friend of Simon, are you?" Inquired the stranger, their tone mixed with curiosity and agitation.


    Startled, Miela turned to face the stranger. An enigmatic short-eared owl stood before her, exuding an effortless elegance, her attire, a concoction of a posh yet slightly casual style. She wore a black form-fitted dress, topped with an unbuttoned cardigan which provided a fine emphasis on her lustrous, mottled feathers.


    Each, a mosaic of white, rich browns, and creams, creates a mesmerizing pattern, complemented by the dark dress.


    Her wings, they told a different story. The left one, nestling a pocket book, appeared crooked, as if it bore the memory of an old injury. While still beautiful, the feathers were sparse and uneven in places. Her right wing, in which she carried a bag of groceries carried a similar tale.


    Despite that and many other flaws, Miela couldn''t help but be drawn into the owls gaze. It''s golden eclipse-like eyes never broke eye contact. At the mention of Simon, Miela at first assumed that it may have been a different Simon. As she thought on it, she corrected herself, before replying.


    Wait... The journal is Jason''s. It''s got-ta be our Simon.


    "Y-you could say that, ho-how about you?"


    The owl simply titled it''s head and ran her eyes up and down Miela''s figure, assessing her with a calculated gaze, before answering, "I know Simon, yes..."


    "You never gave me your name, care, to?" Asked the owl, whilst walking closer.


    Miela couldn''t help but notice her own unease, something about the way she spoke, and of Simon, she couldn''t help but find her eerily, odd. Thinking more on it, Jacob popped into her mind, he was odd too, in a funny way.


    She ended up dismissing any building concerns and answered none the less.


    "It''s Miela, Miela Bennet, what''s yours?" She asked politely.


    Straightening her head, she replied, "Me... I am Eris, Eris Delaneigh."


    Following this, Eris concluded, "Take, care..." Before walking up the stairs.


    Turning back to the door, Miela knocked hard, twice. The door opened, Simon had glanced around. He was wearing a robe, it was clear he hadn''t any plans for today. With Miela being no taller than his knee, he inadvertently ignored Miela.


    Immediately realizing the issue, Miela interrupted, "Simon."


    Glancing down, Simon stepped back into his apartment and grabbed his half-full trash bag and tied it before heading out of the apartment. Miela stood there, a bit dumbfounded. Taking out the trash, Simon casually glanced around, looking for any tails. Anyone who could''ve followed her.


    On his way back in, he ushered Miela into his apartment. She walked in pass the kitchen and entered the living room. It was modestly furnished, it contained a pair of soft black and grey sofas sitting against the wall.


    A black wooden coffee table adorning a plain white vase containing purple and white orchids, with newspaper cluttering about occupied the center of the room. A large fluffy white carpet lay atop the wooden floor.


    Asides from some plants placed in the corner throughout the room, a big aquarium filled with a sorority of betta fish sat near his window. All sporting a unique set of colors in a well furnished environment. Bookshelves surrounded the aquarium, which were filled with a variety of books. Majority of which were about repairing and maintaining things that an apartment would contain. After glancing around, Miela climbed onto the couch and sat there.


    Breaking the Silence, Simon glanced over the counter and asked, "Apple tea?"


    Miela nodded, her voice slightly shaky, "S-sure."


    Bringing over the tea, he handed her a cup and settled across from her. She accepted the cup and placed it in her lap. Peering into the warm brew, the sweet aroma of apple and honey teased her.


    This cup is nearly a third of my height and the rim is too wide. How am I even supposed to drink this without making a mess...


    Miela looked at Simon with a bit of envy. He took a lime and squeezed it into the tea before sipping it. Following this, he asked, "How did you find my real, address?"


    "Oh-I... when we were at... Jason''s, I found a journal with your address listed, I didn''t realize that it was yours..." Replied Miela.


    A journal with my address...


    With his interest piqued, he leans forward, asking, "What else did the the journal entail?"


    "A list of instructions... so to speak."


    Glancing back at her tea, she said, "I''ve been meaning to ask" Looking back at Simon, she continues, "You mentioned a van back at the office, and then you-you just grabbed me!"


    She pauses after finishing that sentence, feeling a bit odd about how that situation played out. She was unable to articulate her feelings.


    "And then we rushed off to Jason''s and... What happened on that night?"


    Amidst sipping some tea, he looked at her and then placed his cup down.


    He walked to the kitchen whilst replying, "Jason and I were following up on our last case, an anonymous caller gave us some info, claimed they saw a white rabbit with black and brown spots shoot our victim. We knew of a rabbit who''d fit that description, His name was Toby. We figured we''d pay him a visit. We pulled up and saw him walking out of his apartment."


    Simon opens a drawer and grabs a plastic straw along with bringing the kettle to refill his own cup.


    "As soon as I stepped out of the car, he ran, and so, I chased him. Jason ended up following us with his car for a bit. Toby had tried to lose me by ducking through some alleys. Ended up corning him, it was there. The moment he chose to speak."


    Returning to the living room, he passed Miela a straw and settled once more, pouring himself another cup of tea. She accepted the straw and continued to listen.


    "He confessed to it, also said that he was sorry and didn''t have a choice in the matter."


    Placing the kettle down on the table, he fixed Miela with a serious glare.


    "He said going to the police, was never an option... There''s more to this than meets the eye."


    Flicking the straw out of her mouth, she promptly asked, "I think I''m getting it, could you elaborate?"


    Her mind raced with the implications of Jason''s journal...


    Simon continued, "He said ''Everyone knows the badges work with them'', I knew there were a few crooked cops, just not to the extent that it''d lead people to opt out of calling us... Me and Jason realized that... He was retiring to avoid having dealing with it. That''s what he told me..."


    Glancing into his cup, he went on to add, "Jason lied... I think he hid more than he initially let on... He outright said he wasn''t interested in dealing with it... I''ve been given it some thought. He was killed, and if I''m not next, then I''m right. If not... well, I suppose time will tell..."


    The gravity of the situation dragged Miela. Faced with some of the facts, everything began to click. Each piece connected furthered her, already building anxiety.


    Her breathing began to grow rapid and shallow. She felt her hands tremble, her eyes darted around the room. The fur on her body began to prick up. Simon picked up on her distress and interrupted her spiraling thoughts.


    "Miela it''s okay, I get that this is a lot. Try to set it aside and look at where you are now. You, are, fine. You''re going to be fine." He reassured her.


    Taking deep breaths, She nodded and listened to his words as she gradually calmed down.


    Getting up, Simon walked toward his phone on the kitchen counter and said, "I''m going to call my tenants and inform them of the situation."


    "A-alright, right" replied Miela.


    Following this, Simon called all three of his tenants and asked if they could come to his room. One of the three didn''t reply, he figured they might not have been home. Afterward, he propped his door open with a dining chair and walked behind the stairs. Crouching, he tapped the little makeshift door and said, "Jacob, you there? Got something I need to tell you."


    While he waited for a reply, he thought to himself.


    After what happened to Jason... I need everyone to be aware if there going to continue living here. I''m not too sure if Miela was followed, I don''t think so but I need to be safe...


    Opening the small door, Jacob pops out in the nude, with a pillow in hand and a pointed night cap before exclaiming, "Simons, I knows thatchu! Simon you won''t believe what happens!! I gots a job mane!"


    "Jacob, I got something to tell you-"


    "No, waits-You not forcin me leave?! I jus gots my job mane! That''s-"


    "No, that''s not it Jacob. You can stay, I just need to talk to everybody... Listen Jacob, it''s, it''s an emergency..."


    "Emergency huh, I''ll head on ova. Give me a sec to get my slippas." Following this Jacob walks back in and comes out with a pair of gator slippers, still nude, with his pillow in hand and a blanket.


    Simon lets out a brief sigh.


    With the pair walking around the stairs and back to Simon''s room Simon preps some more tea and tells Jacob to wait on the couch. Four more tenants arrive, each of them greet one another at the door before entering.


    "Simon?" Asked the owl, her head twitching and glancing into the door.


    "Come in, I apologize for disturbing you all-but this is... urgent."


    They all notice the pause...


    "Urgent, how?" Inquired Eris.


    "I''ll explain everything in a moment." Replied Simon.


    Of the two, a couple glared at Simon. A pair of hyenas. They were in their nightwear and one was visibly annoyed. Simon looked at the couple, and said, "I again apologize. Come on in and have a seat."


    "This betta be important Simon..." Said one.


    "Kazara, calm yourself, surely it is." Replied the other.


    "Alright Rufus, I was just lettin-em know is all..." Replied Kazara.


    "Letting him know what exactly?" Asked Rufus.


    "I wanted to take a nap-" Replied Kazara.


    The pair continued to bicker as they walked to the couch.


    With the pair of Hyenas and Eris here. Simon grabbed his keys and said, "I''ll be back, I''m going to get Tien and Koko." Walking out of the room, he quickly paced up the stairs. Eyes unwavering, Eris went on to watch him as he ran up the stares. With him out of sight, she walked in and quietly made her way to the couch and sat next to Kaz.


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    "Now he''s holdin us up-" Exclaimed Kazara.


    "Kazara, if we all need to be here, clearly it''s important. Look, he even brought Jacob! And another..." Replied Rufus.


    Rufus glanced at Miela, correcting himself, he continued, "Pardon me, I''m Rufus. This''s Kazara-"


    "How ya doin..." Replied Kazara, her tone illuminating her disinterest.


    "Don''t mind her, she''s grumpy right now. So, who are you?" Asked Rufus.


    Miela with the cup, still in hand, introduced herself.


    At the third floor, Simon knocked on the door and got no response. Normally he just leave and wait till they''d return but today, recent events demanded otherwise. He took his key ring and unlocked the door, when he entered. He saw the apartment, it was still lived in. On the dining table, laid a note pinned under a cup. Simon walked over, and skimmed through it.


    It read. Heylo Simon, we''re out on a trip visiting family. We''ll be back in three-ish months. So around April, maybe mid April. We left the money for the months rent in the fridge. Misses insisted I hide it in case something happened... Doesn''t make much sense since this note tells of it''s whereabouts... Anyway, see ya then.  Signed Tien Lizhou.


    "Three months, doesn''t look like I''ll be seeing those two for a while." Simon muttered to himself. After this, he exited the apartment, locked the door and made his way back to the first floor.


    "Miela, planning on renting the second room on the third floor?" Inquired Rufus.


    Eris watched Miela with a slight frown. To the untrained eye, one would never be able to tell.


    "No, I''m just Simon''s partner." Replied Miela.


    "What!?! His partner, you and him!?!" Exclaimed Rufus.


    "You... Partners?" Inquired Eris.


    Kazara''s mouth dropped for a moment, before muttering her thoughts aloud, "I mean, It''s not unheard of... But a wolf and a opossum? That''s some kinky stuff..."


    Eris''s eye twitched as she maintained her piercing stare at Miela. Kazara and Rufus hardly noticed, on the other hand, Miela couldn''t help but avert her eyes from Eris''s piercing stare.


    "NO-NO! We''re detectives, I''m his partner at work. Simon and I, we''re not a thing." She clarified, nearly knocking the cup in her lap over.


    Upon hearing this Eris glanced at the floor before, truly, settling in. It was as if her worries had vanished.


    "Not a thing... and she''s blushing, she''s too cute!!" Replied Rufus.


    "Rufus..." Replied Kazara, her tone firm.


    "So if not to rent the room, with you being his partner at work, here no less. Stands to reason, that, that''s why were here-"


    After entering the room he grabbed the dining chair and closed the door.


    Simon interrupts and says, "I''m going to try to keep this brief"


    looking around, he spots Jacob beside Miela. He''s laying there beside her asleep with his pillow, blanket, gator slippers, and a slumped night cap resting on his head.


    "Wake him, gently, he needs to hear this too."


    Kazara grins widely and picks up a squeezed lime and tosses it at Jacob.


    "Wha-whada whada hell mane, whada hell wa-dat!!" Drowsy, he looked over at the lime and continued, "You gossa problem mane? Wait, thasa lime. Who tossin limes mane?"


    Kazara''s guttural chuckle grew into a chorus of high-pitched whoops and lows. Rufus also started too, but his laugh.


    Placing the chair down, Simon said, "Jacob, I need you up to hear this next part. It''s really important."


    "Alright mane." Replied Jacob, snuggling back into his thick blanket.


    With her laugh ending, she asked, "The pandas not comin?"


    "Out on a family trip, left a note saying so." Replied Simon.


    He continued, "Look, somethings happened at work. I''m not gonna leave out any details so this''ll take a while."


    He paused for a moment, waiting to see if anyone had any interjections or questions.


    "Go on Simon, we''re all ears." Said Kazara.


    The rest stared at Simon. Following this, he went on to explain everything since the night of Toby''s death.


    "I''m not too sure on why Jason was targeted... and I suspect I am too. I''ve not listed this address as my residence, I''m thought to live quite a ways across town. Still, I''m not sure if anyone''s aware of my actual home. Given what''s happened to Jason... If any are staying I wanted you be aware. That aside, I''ve also withdrawn some money from the bank, eight-ish thousand to be exact. If you don''t want to stay, I''ll impart a thousand to you. It should be more than enough to find someplace elsewhere and then some."


    "Simon, you''d do that-" Replied Rufus before going on to mutter, "why am I even asking. That''s, you..."


    Kazara turned to face Rufus and placed her hand on his lap. She didn''t have too much of an opinion on most things. She hardly cared... She was a tough hyena, but this, this is beyond that. Everyone, both predators and prey know of the ''butchers''. No one wants to get involved with it. A deadly enigma, a true boogeyman everyone desperately avoids. It moves fast and ruthlessly. Every one there, knew staying wasn''t a risk, it was a guarantee. The only saving grace being, time.


    With all that in mind, she knew, she''d follow Rufus anywhere.


    "That was-well shit... Rufus?" Asked Kazara, her voice laced with fear.


    "That is some serious shit..." Replied Rufus, his playful demeanor vanished.


    They looked at one another and simultaneously replied, "What do you want to do?"


    Following this, they paused, locked in each others eyes.


    Rufus looked down, his mind raced. Simon was more than just, a landlord. He was more of a friend. He felt, ashamed. He wanted to take the offer, for his own sake, but most importantly, for Kazara. He didn''t want to lose her like Simon did with Jason. He couldn''t stomach the idea of coming home and finding her like that... He''d never forgive himself. He was conflicted.


    Simon looking at the two of them both, interrupted with a firm and reassuring tone, "Don''t hesitate, you know the risk and I''m giving you an opportunity. One I''d prefer you to take! Jason, was my best friend and he was taken. Odds say I''ll face the same fate. I don''t want to take any of you with me."


    He continued, "My offer extends to all of you, including you Miela." He had realized Miela sat there holding the cup, unable to really move it. He took it and placed on the coffee table.


    A moment later, Rufus glanced at Simon struggling to maintain his gaze. The internal shame and guilt ate at his core. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Kazara gently rubbed his thigh and laid her head on his shoulder. He swallowed air before saying, "Simon... I can''t stay-I I want to but I can''t-"


    "It''s okay, there''s no shame in it. I would do the same." Simon responded, hoping to reassure Rufus.


    Hearing those words lifted some of the weight.


    Simon opened the drawer of the end table and pulled out a packaged box.


    "There''s a little over a thousand in there. You should leave now." Asserted Simon, whilst handing it over to Rufus.


    Taking the box, he looked back up at Simon and hugged him. After this, he took Kazara''s hand and went upstairs to pack what they felt they''d need.


    With Rufus and Kazara gone, he turned his attention to the three left in his living room. Eris, Jacob, and Miela.


    Jacob had went on to say, "I''ma stay. I got me a nice little spot unda the stairs. I mean, I just finished renovatin! Built me a bedroom, bathroom and a kitchen." Hopping off the couch, he walked out.


    "I''ma head to bed now, aint no fool finna kick me out my house!! I just got a job too! Aint goin ruin my day, mmnt mmnt. Let-em come, I gotta surprise for-em! Goodnight everybody..." Said Jacob.


    They all watched as the small nude chinchilla just waddled out of the room mumbling to himself.


    After drinking the apple tea, Miela used this as an excuse to use the bathroom. She slid off the couch and asked, "Simon, c-can I use your bathroom?"


    "Sure" Replied Simon. Getting up, he walked toward the bathroom door to open it. It was positioned, just next to his bedroom door.


    Even amidst everything, Simon remained mindful of Miela''s height. After opening the door, he checked his hallway closet.


    Hmm, I could''ve swore I had it in here...


    Grabbing a stepping stool built to cater to smaller creatures he placed it in the bathroom. It unfolded into a modest set of adjustable stairs. With that, Miela entered the bathroom, thanked Simon and closed the door.


    Afterward, Simon grabbed a second box and motioned toward Eris.


    Keen on Simon''s intent, Eris gently asserted, "Simon, I don''t intend to leave."


    Simon was a bit bewildered at the remark. Setting the box aside, he sat down and wondered, why.


    Curious, Simon inquired, "Eris, why do you want to stay?"


    Eris looked into Simon''s eyes, and thought to herself.


    Curious, I''d be too. It is, bizarre... Crazy even. After all this time... I''ve dug myself into a hole and cemented the ceiling. I don''t feel anything in the way of fear. I don''t at all, though I should. I''m too fixed on him... A deluded romanticizing fool, I am. And even with this realization, the circumstances we find ourselves in... I-I''d be amiss to pass on such... I love it...


    Well aware of her euphoric state. She shifts her attention back to Simon''s question in an effort to maintain her composure.


    I feel as though, the why, of my choice is obvious. Although, the absurdity of it...


    Eris wasn''t sure on how she wanted to answer. On one hand, given everything that happened so far: being told of the looming danger, Simon''s impending dance with it, a part of her felt as though, throwing herself into that mix would be perfect.


    Well aware of the severity her own obsession, well aware of that fact that for most part, she accepted it. She struggled.


    She scooted toward Simon, leaving her sitting on edge of the sofa.


    With her eyes locked and voice slightly stammering, fighting to hide the excitement, she asked, "Really wish to know, why, do you, Simon?"


    Simon found her behavior a bit odd, but never the less, replied "Yes..."


    The long pause, moving closer toward him, an underlying eagerness behind fixed eyes, and the entirety of her body facing him.


    Eris simply said, "You."


    Just prior to utterance of that word, Simon realized albeit, not to the extent of how deep her obsession ran. Figuring it was no more than a small desire.


    The two had very differing perspectives on what was at hand. With Simon underestimating Eris, and Eris, vice versa.


    Simon picked up the box and walked over to Eris. He reached for her feathered hand to which she happily obliged.


    "Eris, staying for me is foolish. You know that... and you ought to know that I refuse for you to risk your life for me over a bit of admiration."


    Upon placing the box in her hand and walking her over to his apartment''s exit, he said, "Take this, and leave."


    Eris wasn''t having any of it, she simply grabbed the box and placed it behind her on the counter. He wasn''t clued in on how much she wanted him, Eris knew that, and she sought to let him know.


    With Simon''s back being only a few inches from the fridge, she closed the gap between them. So close that he backed into the fridge.


    As she neared, she said, "My admiration... Let me show you..."


    Just as soon as Simon''s mouth parted to speak, she placed a finger on his lips.


    Following this, she gently loosened his robe by pulling on his belt, exposing his chest lined with thick fur and slightly pressed her body against his. With a satisfied smile playing on her beak, she leaned in close. Her warm breath sending shivers through Simon.


    Then, with a tender touch, she ran her beak lightly through his fur. Smoothing it down as if to gently preen him, all before trailing feather-light kisses along his jawline.


    With his body feeding into her seductive touch, subconsciously knowing that another, craves for it... Simon''s breath quickened as Eris pressed closer, her body brushing against him with deliberate intent. She could feel his growing arousal through the fabric of his robe.


    With a devilish glint in her eyes, she leaned in closer and gently positioned it between her thighs. As she squeezed and rubbed against him, she pushed in closer and whispered huskily, "I want, you too..."


    As she slowly grinded against him, she continued, before pecking his necks with gentle kisses, "Take me, Simon... You can give in."


    In response, Simon''s jaw tightened. He firmly yet gently grabbed her shoulders, and created a small but necessary distance between them.


    Simon''s grip remained steady, his voice calm but authoritative. "Eris, Enough..."


    For a moment, she faltered, vulnerability flickering in her eyes. Stepping back, she attempted to feign a smile.


    A solitary tear, betrayed her. The fa?ade she desperately clung to collapsed before her, consumed by hurt. With swift steps, she retreated to her room on the second floor.


    ...A few moments prior.


    Miela entered the bathroom, seeking a moment of solitude. The familiar sight of essential amenities greeted her. A shower dawning grey curtains, partially opened. A large mirror sat atop the sink built into a cupboard, crowned with everyday items. The toilet adorned a soft plushy mat. While inviting, her purpose here was more about gathering her thoughts and assessing the situation rather than any physical need.


    Prior to meeting Simon, she was alone, lacking any notable relationships.


    In time, she grew to find comfort in isolation. Not having to tend to the needs of others, not having to care, it was freeing.


    Miela walked passed the stepping stool and sat on the floor. Taking a deep breath, she drifted into thought, accompanied only by the light''s subtle hum. She thought long, and hard. Navigating through every detail meticulously, she found herself realizing that every road forward was shrouded in uncertainty.


    Slumping over, she laid her arms on her knees and tucked her head.


    This, this isn''t fair. I worked so hard to get here, and now...


    Toiling with the silver locket around her neck, she popped it open and glanced at the picture. Met with a smile, she couldn''t help but mirror it.


    I can''t give up...


    Looking up, she popped the locket closed and stood.


    I''ll find a way, it''s all I can do now... All any of us can do...


    After a moment of reprieve, she flushed the toilet to maintain the pretense of her visit and exited the bathroom.


    ...In the present moment.


    Simon glanced at the ground and slid his hands in the robe''s pocket.


    Eris...


    Walking over to the box she had placed on the counter, he picked it up and stared at it.


    After all she had been told, she stayed. After underestimating... her, she acted. After all this time... I can''t rid myself of Eris without hurting her...


    Simon sighed deeply and placed the box down, he did care for those around him. Perhaps, a bit too much. He couldn''t help but feel as though his actions brought him here. He knew of a bit of her past... and with those glimpses, he pieced the rest together.


    Shortly after, Miela exited the bathroom. Upon seeing Simon alone in the kitchen and walked over.


    Interrupting his thoughts, she asked, "So, Simon. Got any plans...? Any idea what we''re gonna do?"


    She added the we. She wasn''t sure on how she''d go about navigating this mess alone. She felt as though she needed Simon. She was testing him, if he continued, with we in mind, then she''d know that he''s there. If not, well, she didn''t entertain that idea. She had hoped she wouldn''t have to, given all his gestures up until this moment.


    Placing the box down, Simon caught that.


    We''re... she said. We...


    For a moment, his mind revolved around that word, we.


    "We need to find out if Jason knew more, and if so, what... We can figure that out by swinging by my other address. See if I''m being targeted... If I am, it could their cleaning house... anyone close to Jason... If not, well, no. He had to have done something to set this off. Knowing if I''m a target gives us an idea of how grand whatever he did, is." Said Simon.


    Simon went on to point out another option, "There''s also the matter of that journal. Could you remind me where it is you found it again?"


    "Oh-uh sure, it was under the bathroom sink, in the cupboards..."


    "I see... I''m sure it was meant for Nyala. If we''re to assume she didn''t get caught or killed... and she hasn''t arrived, she might''ve instead went to a hospital, her baby was due any-day now..."


    Miela nodded, "I get it, which do we check first?" A feint smile crept across her lips. With plans underway, it seemed as though there was some hope to be had.


    Simon glanced over and pointed at the box, "There''s on more issue I need to sort out. Eris isn''t leaving..."


    Looking over at his apartment door, he continues, "At all. I asked why, and she simply said you. I shutdown her advances and then... she fled to her room. I didn''t want her to stay given the nature of the situation at hand-"


    Miela interrupted with an audible sigh.


    "Simon, you offered everyone a choice, right?"


    Returning his gaze to Miela, he paused. He did give everyone a choice.


    "So if she stayed, given everything. That makes her apart of this team does it not? I mean, what the hell, isn''t that what you would''ve done had everyone stayed? If not, it-it just doesn''t make sense..."


    Simon looked back over to the door, and didn''t respond. He simply thought to himself.


    How can someone be so wrong, and right at the same time... There''s a chance for her to avoid this storm... and yet, she won''t... I really wanted to deal with this alone. When you throw people into the mix, it complicates things. And now, I''m getting hit with a variety of variables... For her sake I have to make this work.


    "I see... Give me a moment."  Followed by this, Simon walks out of his apartment and seeks Eris.


    As Simon eased up the stairs, he heard something. A distinct sound crippled his resolve. He froze for a moment before continuing. Eris was sitting in a chair just outside her apartment. The space was small and cozy, a mini sanctuary nestled right before where one would head to the third floor. Two chairs sat atop a rug, with a small end-table dividing the two.


    Eris sat in the chair, facing the window just behind her. She stared out into the night, crying. As Simon neared, she knew he was approaching. She didn''t look at him; she didn''t want acknowledge him.


    She was torn, she had shown her feelings, taken a chance, and Simon refused. Her thoughts spiraled ravenously. She blamed herself. She thought of her flawed appearance: the damaged, disheveled feathers lining her winged arms, the scar across her cheek. She hated herself.


    When he got there, he extended his hand and gently said, "Eris."


    Turning around, she glanced at him and his hand, her eyes darting between the two. When he inched it closer, she rested her hand in his. Simon Gently pulled her up out of the seat and into his embrace, he hugged her firmly and gently. Her eyes darted around, as if she couldn''t believe it.


    With a firm, yet gentle voice, Simon said, "Eris, I am sorry. I do not want to see you get hurt. I already lost Jason... I may not look it, but its hurts. I can''t lose another."


    Caressing her shoulders, he continued, "I know I''m not walking away from this... I know you''ll follow me..."


    She didn''t reply, figuring words weren''t needed, as he now understood.

 Draft/Chapter 4 - Ill Never Smile Again

    Jason''s Apartment...


    Knock, Knock.


    "Hm, who could that be?"


    With curiosity, she made her way to the door and peered into the peephole. A gorilla in an officers uniform stood there.


    Jason sat at the counter, finishing his breakfast.


    Walking over to him, she quietly exclaimed, "Jason, there''s an officer at the door."


    A wave of uneasiness passed over them. Jason got up and cast a wary glance through the peephole. It was like a switch, the adrenaline surged through him. He deftly sifted through the books on a nearby shelf, finally reaching a weathered leather journal. He passed it to his wife, Nyala, his eyes conveying paranoia, and the potential urgency of the situation.


    "Go to the address, look for Simon!!" he instructed as he ushered her into the bathroom, his tone firm yet laced with worry.


    Eye''s widened, and equally worried, she said, "I-is that--but Jason, you don''t have to answer it-"


    Three more knocks, this time more aggressive. As if demanding. It echoed throughout the apartment. Jason reached for his double-action revolver hidden behind a set of books and checked its cylinder.


    "He''ll likely barge in soon, Nyala, you need to hide." asserted Jason, his tone steady.


    With a final glance, Nyala retreated into the bathroom and hid, her heart hammering in her chest as she braced herself for the worst. Beneath her newfound fear, another sensation gnawed at her: the relentless anticipation of her impending motherhood. As she huddle into the cramped confines of the sinks cupboard, she pushed the supplies aside, and started to breathe. Jason prepared to open the door, aiming the barrel of the gun where the visitor stood. He unlocked the door.


    A few moments earlier...


    "You ready?"


    "Yeah, I''m ready."


    "Go on then, come get us when you''re done."


    "Alright."


    Stepping out of the van parked discreetly down the street. The officer walked on over. It was still early in the morning, there hadn''t been too many people out and about yet. The streets were still and sleepy. Some cars drove by and a few stragglers walked. This early, all were fixed on whatever goal or desire they''d have in mind, oblivious to the impending chaos.


    Finally arriving at the door, he knocked and tried to listen in. Hoping to glean any hint of what might lay behind it. Unfortunately for him, he was greeted with nothing. The silence covered him in a shroud of uncertainty. He glanced around, hands resting on his belt. He waited for a moment before knocking once more, with a heavier hand this time.


    After a moment, he heard the door unlock with a sudden click. With this, he attempted to open it and barge in, but a formidable privacy latch thwarted his attempt. Frustration growing, he bent down and tried to force the door. Unaware of the barrel aligned with his crown of his scalp.


    With the barrel tapping his head, instincts demanded he look up. Faced with a grim realization, his eyes darted to the crack in the door, meeting with Jason''s cold glare. He froze.


    ...


    "Fuck''s he standing there for-----"


    Six shots went off, sending shockwaves into the stillness of the otherwise quiet morning. The gorilla collapsed into the door, its weight shattering the latch and forcing it open. Jason stepped back, looked around and started to think.


    With practical precision, he darted toward the living room and flipped the couch, transforming it into makeshift cover. Following this, he slid over the counter separating the two rooms and did the same with the table in the kitchen. With his gun reloaded and now at the ready, he simply waited.


    "Fuck, he got-em!!!"


    "Shit!!"


    Three, of the four goons rush out of the van and race toward Jason''s apartment. The fourth casually followed behind them, loading a single shot in his rifle.


    The three: A duck, a lion, and a bear, each carrying guns of their own, entered the apartment.


    The duck, both reckless and eager, flapped on in, saw the overturned couch and started spraying his tommy gun with reckless abandon. Unbeknownst to him, Jason was crouched in the kitchen behind the overturned table.. Jason''s response was just as quick as it was lethal. With deadly accuracy, he sent a single shot into the duck''s head, easily dispatching him.


    As the duck fell, his gun continued to go off until it ran out of ammo. Making this altercation, all the more dangerous for all parties involved. Each took cover and hoped not to get hit.


    "Fuckin'' Fuck! Ducy''s dead!!" Exclaimed the Lion.


    "No-shit. He shouldn''t have been all gung-ho!" Replied the Bear.


    Once the gun ceased firing, Jason remained unfazed. He vaulted over the counter into the living and hid behind the archway leading into the kitchen. There, he waited to emerge from that unexpected angle. As the two approached the kitchen with caution and guns drawn, they scanned the environment. Growing anxious at that the fact that they''d lost him.


    "He-he ain''t here!!" Shouted the Lion.


    In that same moment, they noticed a small spiraling cup on the counter. It''s twirl, a countdown. As it danced by the edge, it fell, shattering. The bear realized and in this moment, Jason peered from around the archway leading into the living room and shot.


    Two bullets penetrated the lions chest, swiftly puncturing his heart.


    Caught off guard, the lion failed to react in any notable way. As he collapsed against the sink, the barrel of his gun fell toward the bear''s leg, his finger gripping the trigger instinctively.


    The accidental discharge led the lion''s rifle to spray an onslaught of bullets rippling into partner''s leg.


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    "F-fuck!!" Exclaimed the bear.


    In response, the bear too miss his shot, peppering the walls to the right of where Jason once stood. As the bear fell Against the wall, Jason seized the moment and peeked from the kitchen counter. With this new angle, Jason dispatched two shots to the bear''s face. As he leaned, slowly slumping over against the wall, you could see him slipping.


    Sighing in relief, Jason walked on over into the hallway, observing the bear''s struggle to rise with a mean scowl. One final shot had ended it.


    Two shots blended, fired simultaneously.


    With the bear put down, Jason held his neck and fell.


    The fourth goon, a blackbuck antelope, waited. His antlers were well groomed. He wore a dapper vest, black dress pants, and a grey collared t-shirt with rolled-up sleeves.


    For the entirety of the massacre, he stood outside with the patience of a hunter. His rifle aimed in and waiting for the perfect shot.


    In that same moment, in which Jason figured he got them all. When he finished off the bear, the fourth, shot him.


    Lowering his weapon, the Buck hopped from atop the parked car and motioned toward Jason''s apartment. He did so with a cocky stroll, smiling and resting his rifle over his shoulder. He then flicked his cigar onto the pavement.


    As he entered and neared, his voice was soft, almost, flirtatious.


    "Good shit Jason, I''d expected no less. Facing you, head-on, in your home... A dumbass idea."


    After a brief chuckle, he continued, "Hell, it''s why I waited outside."


    Nonchalantly walking toward Jason, he kicked the duck''s corpse aside.


    Pausing, he looked at the duck and commented, "He was just so pathetic. The things we did to his wife..." Crushing the ducks head with the heel of his boot, he continued, "And get this, he knew too! Plain ol'' denial. I mean we did it in front of-em and he still denied it- hahaheh. Huh, it''s sad really... Too bad, though. I enjoyed it."


    A crooked smile adorned his face, deriving from a sick mind. One that enjoys the suffering of others, breaking them like the toys they are... Setting that aside, he continued to converse with Jason.


    "You know, I like you... Despite that, problem is, Knowing-Jason! Knowing what you know, just can''t afford to let ya live."


    Jason held his neck as he reached for his gun. Grabbing it, he fought to raise it. His hand trembling, struggling to line up the shot he desperately wanted to take.


    "Jesus Jason, still at it, huh, Jason!?! I''d kick it away but you''ve shot six shots already... I suppose... dying can make a fellow fella, desperate, can''t it-"


    With slight chuckle and through the gargled blood, Jason interrupted, "It''s... Cust...om-ma...de!" before firing his seventh and final shot.


    Seeing Jason''s finger squeeze that trigger, the Buck dropped his rifle and flinched. That final shot hit him in shoulder.


    Shocked, the Buck kneeled, glaring at Jason, and laughed,  "Ho-ly shit! I coulda fu-ck-in died!"


    Upon processing his near-death experience, he gets hit with a wave of anxiety and a feeling of blissful, exhilaration.


    "Whoowee, Hot-damn!! I gotta give it to you Jason. You woulda had me!!"


    Regaining his composure, he softly grabbed Jason''s mane, got close, and gently stated, "Hell, you shoulda had me. Haha... Jason, before you tap out on me, I want you to know somethin."


    As Jason drifted away, the Buck paused, tapping Jason''s face in an effort to keep him conscious. "Buddy! Heylo!!! Jasey-poo!!!''


    With Jason dead, the Buck stood up and let out an exasperated sigh before muttering aloud. "You shot six shots earlier... Assuming the big guy wasn''t alone and hiding that fact that you''re toting a custom. If it weren''t for me, you would''ve actually, got out alive. My, my, Jason. I gotta give it to ya, you''re one ferocious motherfucker!"


    Following this, he hummed and moseyed on over to the phone and made a call.


    "Heya, we got-em. Well, I got-em. Go on and send em down. I''ll be waiting."


    After the call ended, he walked on over and placed his rifle by the bathroom door. Opening the door, he walked toward the mirror and took off his shirt to inspect his wound.


    "Got me good, he did." He muttered.


    Digging into his pocket, he pulls out cigar and started smoking.


    "One down... Another to go..."


    As he winded down, Nyala barged out of the cupboards with her extended claws. Surprised, he threw his arms up in an attempt to ward off her relentless attack. She tore and lacerated those arms while screaming at him. Her guttural growl, laced with anguish. The Buck stepped back, trying to distance himself from the sudden onslaught. Grunting in pain and inadvertently falling into tub, she sought to kill him right then and there.


    As Nyala charged him, she growled, "I''ll kill you!"


    The Buck kicked her away and taunted, "Feisty, aren''tcha? I like that!"


    Taking his a kick to the shoulder, she collided with the door behind her. Tripping over the duck''s corpse in the process. During the fall, she caught herself, protecting her stomach from harm. As she stood up, she saw Jason. As her mouth slowly opened, her lips quivered and tears slowly poured.


    In broken words, she whispered, "Jason..."


    With a contorted face, embodying both, the rage and pain. She leapt for the rifle and aimed it at the buck, and eagerly pulled the trigger.


    Click.


    Climbing out of the tub and pushing the curtains aside, he laughed before shouting, "It ain''t loaded bitch!"


    After the failed attempt, the Buck with a wide grin, pulled a switchblade out of his back pocket and tossed it. Coming to, Nyala barely dodges the blade and runs. With the buck on her tail, he throws his hands out to grab her. In response, Nyala slings the bookshelf down on him, darts down the stairs and out into the street.


    As the Buck lay there with his antlers stuck in the shelf, aggravated, he shouted, "Run! JUST KNOW YOU AINT GETTIN'' FAR!!"


    Running, she tossed the rifle into the road and looked around for whoever she could call for help. No one was there. Sobbing, she continued to run.


    Taking a bullet to the shoulder and having many slashes on his arms, he laid there for a moment in silence. His smile was gone, he dawned a slightly, furrowed brow and simply glared out into the street with a cold, unwavering gaze. After a while, he slowly got up and with gritted teeth, he fetched his rifle.


    After that, he returned to Jason''s apartment. Slowly heading up the steps, he carefully motioned pass the overturned bookshelf and entered the kitchen.


    Placing the rifle on the counter, he grabbed a rag near the sink and cleaned it in silence. When he was done, he opened the drawer, and grabbed a spoon.


    Staring at it, he said aloud, "Figured you wouldn''t have kept her here... Given the shit, you so, gracefully stepped into... You know, I wish I didn''t kill you, I really do..."


    Lowering the spoon to his side, he turned around and face Jason''s corpse. Walking over, he did so, as if he tried to hide the limp, and sat down next to Jason and placed his atop his lap.


    Caressing Jason''s mane, he continued, "I would''ve liked it if you were there to watch."


    As he finished that sentence, a hardly noticeable smile creeped on his face.


    Gripping Jason''s head, he scooped out one of Jason''s eyes and glared into it, concluding, "When I catch her, we''ll watch that pregnant pussycat scream."


    All before pocketing it.


    ...Meanwhile, streets away, Nyala''s run slowed to a cautious walk. Her heart pumped rapidly, not only from the adrenaline but from the intense pressure building in her lower abdomen. The weight of her impending motherhood pressed heavy on both her mind and body.


    Seeking help, her eyes darted around the empty street. A bit-a-ways ahead of her, she spotted a lone taxi parked by the curb. Its driver reclined in the seat and read a newspaper. With this flicker of hope, she steadily made her way towards the cab.


    Seeking relief from the growing discomfort, she placed a hand on her stomach, paused and took deep breaths.


    I need to keep moving.


    When she finally reached the taxi, she waved frantically and shouted, "Hey!!! huh... HEY!!!"


    Startled, the driver dropped and glanced over before rolling down the window.


    "Please, I need to get to the hospital!" exclaimed Nyala, her voice trembling.


    Without hesitating the driver hopped out and opened the back door, helping Nyala into the back seat. As the cabby rush to the driver''s seat, she asked "Hey-uh, got a preferred hospital in mind or?"


    Wincing as another wave of pressure washed over her, she swiftly replied, "I-it doesn''t matter, just-"


    And with that, the cabby floored it. As they sped off, Nyala leaned back and focused her breathing in an attempt to steady herself for journey ahead.


    Given a moment of reprieve, her mind abandoned the cab and fled elsewhere. Recapping the horrid events, the sounds of gunfire echoed in her head. The vile Buck, his words, and Jason. Her first and only love now gone. Faced with that fact, she wept over her loss.


    They''d had been together for twenty-five years. Tried, for twenty-five years...


    Minutes into the ride, she felt a sudden, sharp pop low in her abdomen, followed by a warm gush of fluid soaking the seat beneath her. She gasped, as the realization of what occurred dawned on her.


    "My water just broke!" She whispered to herself.


    Catching the whisper and glancing into the rearview mirror, the cabby tightened her grip on the steering wheel and pressed down on the accelerator and hauled ass. The city streets, almost a blur as they raced towards the hospital.

 Draft/Chapter 5 - Flesh-Making, Spirit-Breaking

    Back in the present, Simon''s apartment...


    While Miela waited for Simon to return with Eris, she approached the aquarium on the far end of the room, she marveled at the curated seascapes Simon had created within the forty-gallon tank. The aquarium was divided into thirds, each section''s design differing from the rest.


    The first section, on the far left was vibrant and colorful. Coral reef adorned rock formations lined against the back of the wall. A few small caves were nestled within it. Just outside, near the from of the tank sat half of a sunken ship nestled with the substrate.


    An archway of rocks acted as gateways, dividing the section where the beta fish gracefully swarmed.


    In the middle, lie a section consisting of vine-like plants exuding lush greenery. It created a serene and natural underwater forest ambient. The shared wall of rock, now featured algae and bits of driftwood leaning against it. The vines sparsely placed within often sway as a few of the fish pass through. Tiny ceramic fairies were hidden among the foliage, adding a touch of whimsy.


    The third area featured a sandy sunken ruin of sorts. While for the most part, it was simply a sandy bottom with pebbles and shells scattered about. While there were Jagged rocks lining the edges of the section, and a broken castle surrounded by small mermaid figurines centered this section. It was big enough to be noticeable whilst remaining small enough to ensure there was an ample enough room for the wish to swim freely.


    Nearing the end of her journey through the varying seascapes, Miela thought of Simon.


    Soon she heard Simon''s footsteps approaching. Miela looked back to see if Eris accompanied him, and sure enough, she did.


    As the two entered, Miela climbed onto the sofa and watched them curiously.


    Simon guided Eris to a seat beside Miela and sat across from them.


    "So, what are we doing Simon?" Inquired Miela.


    Slumping into the sofa, Simon glanced up at the ceiling. "I want to swing by my other address after checking the hospitals for Nyala... No one knows about this place, so If anyone''s targeting me next, they should check the other address."


    Now in the loop, Eris perked up and asked, "If that''s the case... You shouldn''t risk being seen, Simon. How do you intend to approach?"


    "I''m not too sure yet, I don''t have a car... Not too many white wolves either so walking clearly isn''t an option. Hmm, either the two of you go or we need to acquire a vehicle."


    Miela asked, "If we did acquire a car, what information could you gather from just, passing by? And who could we trust enough to do that?"


    "A lot, you see, given the nature of this situation. We need to assume outright that I am, next. If we see nothing, we need to assume they''re watching. I haven''t been to that apartment in quite some time. Meaning they''d have never saw me enter."


    As he laid his head on the arm rest of the sofa, he continued, "This means, they''ll think I''m already onto them, in turn making them more cautious or... To them, they might assume I should be swinging by soon. Either way, If anyone''s stationed there, they''ll need to do so whilst trying to get me to think it''s clear. As far as trust, no one comes to mind.."


    "So we just assume they''re there? What''s the point of visiting then?"


    Eris interrupts, "Assuming one''s at a disadvantage, in the right hands, can prove advantageous Miela. I''m sure Simon was going to elaborate."


    "Aptly said Eris, as for why we check, we''re gauging our enemy. This simple check, dictates every move we take from here. If there''s nothing, we know they''re calculated. If not, we can assume otherwise..."


    "I see." replied Miela.


    "About the car-"


    Upon recalling a conversation she had yesterday, Jacob mentioned getting a job. As he was adamant in telling everyone. Caring, and curious, Eris inquired about it.


    "Jacob, might be able to help with that, Simon."


    Simon glanced at Eris, "How so?"


    Chuckling, she replies, "He works security for a cab driver."


    As it clicked, Miela marveled, "The cabby actually gave him a job!? That''s so cool to see."


    "Hm, you''re aware?" Inquired Eris.


    Speaking with her hands,  and dawning a smile, Miela went on to reply, "Yeah, when Simon and I took a taxi to..."


    As she paused, the brief distraction of joy, fled. Reminded of the grim scene that followed.


    "Jason''s..."


    Simon didn''t respond because he didn''t mind, he was far too fixed on what lie ahead. Though he was saddened, much of it was converted into anger. An anger that had subsided, for now.


    "It''s getting late, that and Jacob was tired. We''ll ask about it in the morning. Feel free to sleep on the couch." said Simon, all whilst walking over to the hallway closet and withdrew a set of folded, fluffy blankets.


    After passing out the blankets, Simon walked to his bedroom door and paused, before heading inside.


    His bedroom, like many of his rooms, was a harmonious blend of both black, and white. Adverse to the times, Simon''s bed room walls were painted black. With white tiled floors adorning a black carpet.


    Centering the wall to his left, stood a sleek black bed, in contrast its sheets were white and haphazardly tucked in. A simple desk was stationed across from the bed, topped with a few potted plants.


    Their colors adding a pop of contrast to the otherwise monochromatic room of blacks and whites. A closet door was to the right of the desk.


    Opened, one could see the his clothes and other miscellaneous items lingering within. A few white framed photos sat along various parts of the wall, all of which were empty...


    Aside from the nightstand carrying a lamp and the bookshelf sitting to the left of the desk, there was much else in the way of d¨¦cor.


    Closing the door behind him and retreating into the bed, he tugged at the blankets and wrapped himself with ease. Sprawled out across the soft mattress, he laid there for a moment before tossing his robe far behind him. With it edging the rim of the bed, he kicked it off and extended his limbs, stretching.


    Like many nights before, in this moment, as he met the mattress, he grew attuned to casting the worries and problems of life, aside.


    There''s something about drifting into sleep. Feeling your mind ease off, the ceasing tension, and the slight weight felt. For Simon, it was a much needed reprieve.


    A While Later In The Living Room...


    Eris, laying on the sofa with her blanket, couldn''t sleep. Sitting up, she glanced around. Though accompanied only by the dim lights emitting from the fish tank, she could see astutely well in the dark. Wrapping herself in the blanket, she quietly got up and walked toward Simon''s door.


    There, she extended a hand, hesitating.


    Darting up from the edge of the sofa near Simon''s door, Miela whispered, "Eris!?! Where are you going!?!"


    Her dropped to her side and her posture erected. Visibly embarrassed, she quietly stammered,  "I-I, uh"


    Leaning to face Miela, she corrected herself and with a slight hint of annoyance, continued, "Miela, why are you still up!?!"


    Miela verted her gaze and whispered a response, "I can''t sleep, not with what''s going on! What I was followed here-"


    Getting slightly closer, Eris promptly interrupted, "Can''t you recall!?! I stalked you upon arrival, you weren''t!!"


    "That''s-that''s..." stammered Miela. She retracted and thought of a reply, she still didn''t want to left alone.


    Keen on Eris''s intent, Miela grinning, leans in with a pointed finger and quietly blurts out, "Still, you can''t just leave me here. Oh no, YOU OWE ME!! Bigtime! You can''t leave me!"


    Curious, Eris leans with an attentive whisper, "Hmm, How so?"


    With a sly smile, Miela replied, "Just know you do!!"


    I owe, you... Hmm... I see, maybe, I do... Well-


    Snatching Miela into a firm grasp, Eris smirked and whispered, "I suppose I do, yes."


    Nuzzling Miela into the ventral feathers lining her neck and breast, Eris knew full well what Miela intended. She contrarily whispered,  "And If Miela''s afraid to be alone, well, she''ll just have to come with..."


    "Wait no, Eris-no! This isn''t what I meant..." Miela response trailed off into silence as Eris opened the door.


    The door slowly opened and Eris with Miela in hand walked in.


    As she walked in and quietly closed the door behind her, with Miela in hand, she froze.


    Noticing, Miela whispered, "What the hell, I don''t wanna stand here watching him sleep!"


    Eris propped Miela up and whispered into her ear, "That wasn''t my intent, I-I''m nervous. This isn''t something I should be doing... but I can''t pass on this chance!"


    Miela didn''t reply, with Eris''s current actions blinding her from her initial fear, she thought to herself.


    What did I do...


    She looked around desperately, hoping to find some excuse to have Eris take her out of the room.


    "Eris-Eris, I-I need to use the bathroom!" Asserted Miela.


    "I doubt that."


    Uh dammit, oh!


    "Eris, look there''s no room. He sprawled out on the bed-"


    Eris stifled her chuckle and raised Miela to meet her widened gaze.


    "Oh Miela, there''s plenty of room."


    Miela, it''s far too late to backtrack...


    In a last ditch attempt, Miela attempted to jump out of Eris''s arms, and for a moment she did! Only to be caught by Eris and nestled into a firmer grasp.


    Dammit!!


    Eris cuffed Miela into one arm while she prepared to climb onto the bed. Simon was sprawled out and had majority of the blanket. Peeling the blanket, Eris saw Simon''s firm muscular arms.


    It had dawned on her that he wasn''t wearing his robe, which insinuated one thing. Smiling, retracted from the bed and walked over to Simon''s bedroom door and glanced at Miela.


    "O-my god! Thank you Eris!"


    Click


    Miela met the origin of the click. Eris locked Simon''s door and stepped back to the bed. With a devilish smile, she laid her feathered finger on Miela lips before removing her clothes.


    Miela, again froze.


    Wha-wha, oh my. I should''ve just kept quiet. I-I I''m stuck in here...


    Eris grabbed Miela and stared at her for a moment.


    Miela was equally quiet. While their gaze met, both had separate intent. Miela''s eyes were wide and shaky.


    What is she thinking... What the hell! is she thinking...


    Whilst Eris''s eyes narrowed, assessing Miela for, something...


    Yes...


    Eris eyed the clothes on Miela body, to which Miela, of course took note of.


    Oh no, oh no...


    Miela immediately attempted to struggle, out of Eris''s grasp. Unfortunately for Miela, Eris anticipated this and used Miela''s squirming to assist in removing her clothes. With deftly spider-like hands, she undressed Miela. Popping the jean''s pant button and swiped off her underwear.


    Miela stopped and instinctively covered her exposed bottom half. Eris paused and smiled at Miela before whispering, "It all needs to go..."


    Following this, Eris flipped Miela a few times.


    As she was tossed mid air she looked at Eris''s smile.


    You-you bastard... That damn smile, she''s know I can''t say anything because that''ll wake Simon... I don''t want to be seen like this... Oh my god!!!


    After juggling Miela, eventually, Miela inevitably grew dizzy from the constant changes in motion and orientation. After the final catch, Eris removed her top and tossed it aside.


    Miela placed a hand on her head and quietly muttered, "You''re... you''re an asshole Eris..."


    Eris snickered and firmly nestled Miela like a baby in one arm.


    Eris glanced back at the bed and opted to do something else instead.


    Walking around the bed, she took her finger and tickled Simon''s ear. She twirled the feather gently around the back of his ear, causing it to twitch in response. After a bit more, Simon started moving.


    Eris, with Miela in hand ducked. Shifting was heard atop the bed, as the two lay hidden by the side of it.


    Miela''s body tensed, her eyes darted around the room, struggling to find an escape. In the nude, and with her own breast nestled against Eris''s... And with her arm, lining her back and grasping her leg, Eris''s firm ruffled feathers crept along and tickled her.


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    As the movement ceased, Eris poked her head up and saw Simon laying on his back. Quietly motioning atop the bed she lifted the blanket and slowly crept next to Simon.


    Eris had positioned herself to be right beside him and eased the weight of her head onto his arm. When that succeeded, she inched closer and raised her leg in order to rest it on his body.


    Miela was burrowed between the between Eris''s neck and Simon''s armpit.  Watching her leg creep down, and prepare to wrap over Simon''s leg, she went on to think.


    How could she-she be so brazen about this!?!


    With Eris''s leg now on Simon, Miela could feel the already racing heart of Eris thump. Eris''s thigh  began started creeping further.


    Miela, barely audibly, whispered, "Eris! That''s enough!!"


    Eris breathing grew heavy. As Eris placed her leg on the other side, Miela felt a whole lot of moisture graze her.


    Oh, my, god, Eris!!!!


    Eris climbed over Simon, positioning herself above him, nearly mounting him in the process. With heavy breathing and a racing heart, her legs convulsed and she collapsed onto to Simon, clenching him as she let a deep moan followed by a flow of release.


    With his lower half soaked and the feeling of a body pressed into his, Simon woke up and glanced around before reaching for the lamp.


    With a click, he saw Eris and felt something moving by his arm. Pausing, he slowly looked over.


    With a firm slap, Miela screeched, "Don''t look at me!!"


    With a bewildered look, Simon just laid his head down and stared at the ceiling in silence.


    Miela grabbed the sheets, covering herself. Her voice was urgent as she tried to explain, "It-It''s not what you think, I-I Eris dragged me into this!! She undressed me and she-!!


    Eris, with a shaky voice looked up and said, "Th-that''s n-not true..."


    Steadying herself, Eris pressed her hips into Simon''s and continued, "She wanted to, too..."


    As Simon felt Eris attempt to guide it in... he immediately sat up and pushed Eris off.


    Blushing, and with her eyes glued to Simon''s erection, Eris called, "Miela..."


    Miela answered and glimpsed at Simon before averting her gaze. Sharing the blush, she stammered, "D-dammit Eris!!!"


    Glancing over to his side, he looked at his hand resting on the blanket. For a moment, he sought to cover himself and then paused.


    Is there even a point...


    Sighing, he went on to ask, "Miela I''m curious... how''d you get roped into this anyway?"


    How can he just sit there... with it out and just ask me a question!?!  And Her!!


    "Cover yourselfs up!!" Miela exclaimed.


    Eager to oblige, Eris threw herself on top of Simon. Pinning him down, she paused with a devilish smile. She felt it, and she knew he did to.


    It pressed against her. With the slightest movement from either, it was sure to slip in.


    Eris moved her hips slightly. Teasing the tip.


    "Eris!"


    Pausing, she trailed her finger along his chest until it reached his chin, to which she promptly flicked it off before playfully replying, "Yes, Simon."


    "Don''t"


    Raising her hips, she moved forward and laid on chest, smothering him between her thighs. As she twirled her finger around his nipple, she inquired, "Why? Simon?"


    Miela gawked at scene unfolding before her, Eris noticed and smiled playfully.


    Grabbing her hand, he answered, "This isn''t the time for this..."


    Eris broke her hand from his, pulled back and replied, "Simon... our days may be numbered. This isn''t how I... I-I just don''t want to miss my chance. I won''t..."


    She paused for moment, before continuing to ask, "What is it Simon, why do you refuse?... Am I, do you find me to be..."


    Her words trailed off into muttered nothings.


    Miela was puzzled. Seeking to console Eris, she called to her. No words were uttered afterward, she hadn''t thought of what to say... What could she say... She pondered.


    Simon sighed. He gently pulled Eris closer and looked into her beady, eclipse like-eyes.


    It was though he was looking into a mirror. He could see himself in her eyes. Eris''s words echoed in his mind, they''ve had some merit. He wasn''t not, attracted to her... It''s just...


    Eris... I don''t know what to say... I have my reasons, and you keep pushing. Fine...


    Simon pulled her closer, his lips met hers in a kiss filled with both, desire and a hint of confusion.


    "I... I like you Eris, I didn''t want a relationship to start like this... It''s crazy, you know?"


    Afterward, there was a silent pause. Eyes locked, Eris crept closer and pushed Simon back down and kissed him passionately. Pinning his arms down, she climbed on top of him.


    Miela sighed.


    This is just ridiculous.


    "Uh, I''m still here!!" Exclaimed Miela.


    Eris sat up with an arched back and looked over with a tilted head. That all to common grin, played on her beak. Miela slowly motioned back before sliding off the bed. She darted toward the door. Upon recalling, she slid under the bed.


    Chuckling, Eris slowly lowered the blanket off one side of the bed. With the blanket falling, Miela assumed Eris was preparing to come get her. Eris slowly motioned toward the opposite side and tossed a pillow over the edge near the blanket.


    Seeing it''s motion, Miela turned around and crawled from the opposite side.


    "Simon unlock the-"


    She crawled right in Eris''s grasp.


    Eris propped her up to meet her gaze and pulled her closer.


    "Eris!" interrupted, Simon.


    "It''s fine, she wants this too."


    Before Miela could utter a rebuttal, Eris''s beak parted her mouth. Tongue tied, Miela''s resistance soon shattered.  With their tongues melding and twirling, Eris held Miela''s head, forcing it to nod in rhythm with her kissing. Miela''s muffled words went quiet as she started to blush.


    Before long, Eris pulled back. With the blended saliva splitting, she climbed back into the bed with Miela.


    Simon recoiled back a bit and met Miela''s dizzied gaze. Miela''s eyes drifted up and down Simon. He blushed in response. Eris laid Miela on Simon''s chest.


    She kissed me... Why do I feel this way. Why-why do I want more...


    Eris climbed atop Simon, her breath hitching as she felt the warmth and firmness of his body beneath her. The scent of his fur mingled with the lingering traces of their earlier, temptations... Heightening her arousal. She paused as a soft moan escaped her lips. She soon began to move slowly, savoring the sensation.


    Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, lost in the rhythm, before she turned her attention to Miela. With a teasing smile, she reached out, her fingers tracing a line down Miela''s side before pulling her closer. Eris''s tongue flicked out, she was gentle at first, but soon grew more insistent.


    Miela flinched in response and yelped, "Eris!! Eris, Eris... Eris... hmnah..."


    With her rear raised a bit in the air, she saw Simon, watching her. As Eris leaned forward and rode with a quickened pace, Miela mouth met Simon''s muzzle. They both watched each other and stifled their moans. As the moments past, and their breaths grew heavy. Miela and Simon''s eyes met once more. Eris leaned forward and forced their lips to touch. With the heavy breathing and lustful moans, Miela grabbed Simon''s muzzle and kissed him.


    After breaking away, her eyes filled with desire. Each following kiss explored his muzzle before she slipped her tongue.


    Eris set Miela down and grasped the sheets as she grinded harder and faster. Her pelvis rhythmically devoured him. Simon, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations, let out a soft moan.


    Eris responded by moving her hips in a slow, deliberate motion, her locked onto Simon''s. Before long, Simon clenched Eris down. A sudden release followed a few heavy gasps as hit knot swelled, locking them in an intimate embrace.


    The sensation of being filled caused Eris to gasp sharply, her body tensing and shivering as waves of pleasure washed over her. She threw her head back, feathers ruffling, and let out a cry of ecstasy, her hips bucking involuntarily.


    With heavy breathing, Eris looked over at Miela, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and affection. She reached out, beckoning Miela to come closer.


    Miela, feeling both excited and nervous hesitated for a moment before welcoming her embrace.


    Eris whispered Softly, "You''re part of this too." her voiced filled with warmth. As she pushed and jerked against Simon to dislodge his member, a sudden pop followed and flow of creamy liquid leaked out onto the bed.


    Eris, cradling Miela with a firm hug, kissed her deeply. She then eased Miela against Simon, positioning her over him, teasing both her and him of the imminent penetration.


    Miela''s eyes widened, a dark mix of anticipation and nervousness as she felt Simon''s hardness press against her entrance. Eris guided Miela''s hips in a calculated manner, lowering her slowly and gently onto Simon.


    Miela gasped as she felt the stretch brought on by Simon''s slow, yet gradual entrance. His size creeping and filling her, inch by inch.


    Simon groaned at the slick tightness, the sensation overwhelming. Miela''s body trembled, her moan shaky in tandem as she adjusted to the girth pressing against her walls, the pleasure intensifying with each passing moment.


    Eris watched with a satisfied Smile, her hands guiding Miela''s movements, ensuring a slow, steady descent until Miela took all of Simon inside her.


    Miela''s breath grew ragged, her eyes half-closed in bliss. She began to move, finding a rhythm, her hips rocking against Simon with the help of Eris. The room filled sounds of their joined pleasure, the intensity of the moment enveloping them.


    Simon gripped the sheets tightly, bracing for Miela''s ride. Eris leaned in and began to lick Miela''s cheeks, her tongue flicking over her fur. Miela, blinded by a newfound sensations, grabbed Eris''s head nad made out with her. Eris embraced her, their tongues tied and dancing together as Simon''s hands found their way to Miela''s hips, guiding her movements and matching her rhythm.


    With the occasional break away, Eris whispered encouragements. Her voice was sultry and breathy, urging Miela to move faster, to take Simon deeper. Obliging, Miela''s pace quickened. With the added stimulation from Eris''s embrace and Simon''s touch, Miela was pushed over the edge. Her body tensed as she climaxed around Simon, her inner walls contracting and pulsing.


    Simon felt the tight grip of Miela''s orgasm, sending him over the moon once more. He bucked his hips, driving deep into Miela as she released, filling her with a mixture of their now, combined essences.


    Eris smiled, watching both reach their peaks. Her own arousal heightened by their pleasure. She kissed Miela once more and laid next to Simon. Miela sat on Simon, her hands resting on his lower abdomen. Simon raised her up gently and laid her between him and Eris. They all laid intertwined as the aftermath of their passion left them breathless and sated.


    After a while and with the lust had subsiding, Simon, was first to break the silence that followed.


    As he laid there staring at the ceiling, he prepared to speak. With a mixture of clarity and confusion lacing his tone, he said, "That was... intense,"


    "I... I don''t even know what to say."


    Miela, laying against Simon, reflected a similar set of emotions. "Yeah... it was..." she said, her voice barely above that of a whisper. She felt a strange blend of satisfaction and awkwardness, she too, unsure on how to proceed or process what just happened.


    In a clear contrast, Eris, was entirely at ease. Her face glowed with content. She too, nestled herself against Simon and Miela, wrapping the both of them in her arms.


    She said softly, "This experience, it''s new to all of us... It was so beautiful... I feel so connected." As she concluded, she squeezed them against her.


    The post-peak clarity hit him hard, and he found himself grappling with the implications of their actions. He asked the first question to come to mind, "Where does this leave us?" His voice was carried the weight of uncertainty. Their actions lingered in the air in more ways then one... and he wondered, how this sudden act of indulgence affect their relationship moving forward.


    This''ll get... odd, if we''re not on the same page...


    Eris shifted her gaze to Miela, "How do you feel, Miela?"


    Miela hesitated, failing to search for the right words, "I-I don''t know, I''ve never done something like this before..." she admitted.


    She continued, "and I also feel, a bit overwhelmed, It was amazi-I mean, it-it all happened so fast."


    "I think we''re all in that boat..." Replied Simon.


    "Indeed, well, we ought not to waste time, we should discuss where this leaves us in the morning, yes?"


    In agreement Simon answered, "Agreed."


    Eris smiled softly and caressed Simon. "We''ll all figure it out together. No rush... Let''s just rest and savor the moment, for now."


    As they lay there, the weight of the situation settled in. While Simon and Miela both, felt a strange mix of feelings. Eris remained the anchor, her confidence and warmth working to ease their racing, minds.


    "Goodnight Simon, Goodnight Miela..."


    And with that, the three, at their own pace, went to sleep.


    A few hours passed. The soft rhythmic breathing of Eris and Miela filled the room. Simon laid there, awake. Staring at the ceiling, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts... emotions.


    Faced with a growing restlessness, he slowly navigated through the tangled limbs and slipped out of bed with care, so he wouldn''t wake the two. Once in the living room, Simon went over to his aquarium. Faced with the serenity lurking within, their simple existence was a far-cry from the world in which he resided.


    Simon ran his hand through his fur and let out a deep sigh.


    That moment of indulgence, engaging in that moment of lust offered some reprieve, an apt distraction. But when all was said and done, now in the quiet solitude of his living room, all emotions set aside no longer subside. They surfaced, dragging his being into the depths of those once underlying emotions.


    Enveloped in the depths of demented rage, he continued standing there, staring.


    He knew that it couldn''t quell the lingering rage that burned within him. He was out for blood and as soon as he could get his hands on Jason''s killer, he''d kill him.


    ...Earlier That Morning.


    It was just another day for these three. And like any other, after watching and meticulously studying their target, they found themselves across the street dawdling along the path. The park buzzed with many, families were picnicking, children played nearby on a simple playground, and couples along with all manner of folk walked along the same path.


    As they sat on a bench, they talked.


    "I think nowsa good-a time as any." Jessy remarked, glancing at the building before returning to Mason''s gaze. " Owner''s probably outta town and if we pick the door quick enough, no one''ll suspect anything. Especially in broad daylight."


    Mason nodded thoughtfully, with his expression softening with a smile. "I couldn''t agree more. Easy in, easy out."


    Rusko, pulling out a lock picking kit from his satchel, chimed in, "Let''s get this show on the road then."


    Each sporting an everyday outfit, the three were quite the trio. Moving with practiced ease, they weaved through the crowds on the way to the building. Mason, a red panda, and Jessy, a lemur, walked shoulder to shoulder. Soon crossing the street, the three walked up the steps. Rusko, a badger, prepped his tools as he walked up to the door. His two picks was tied to a key chain loaded with keys. To most onlookers, it would seem as though he was simply trying to figure out what key belonged to the lock.


    Unfortunately...


    Someone stood near a phone booth not too far away, puffing a cigar.


    "Look at what we got here..." Grabbing the crowbar, he cuffed it behind him and moseyed on toward them. Many of the crowd hardly noticed. Of the few that did, they simply ignored him.


    Bandages laced the visible lacerations on his forearms. Of which, a few still bled. That, and with his dapper outfit, his calm demeanor... In their eyes, he was pure trouble.


    Click


    "Got it." Whispered Rusko.


    The three walked in and closed the door behind them. Entering they stood in a hallway that branched off into a kitchen on the right and a stairwell leading upstairs on the left. The hallway was spacious, its walls were adorned with a red floral-patterned wallpaper and an intricately designed runner carpet stretched down the hallway. An end table crowned by a vase with fake flowers leaned against the wall.


    Rusko headed upstairs, presuming that the bedroom was on the second floor.


    "Alright, strip this place and we''re outta here." He said, whilst racing up the steps.


    The kitchen was made accessible via an arched entrance. It featured cream colored linoleum floors and simple wooden cabinets. Upon entering, to one''s left lie counter tops, a sink, a stove, and a fridge. Everything was neat and empty. To the right of the counter, sat a small table with chairs and an arch way leading into the living room.


    Mason and Jessy walked into the kitchen.


    "I''ll check the living room." Said Jessy, glancing back at Mason with a reassuring smile.


    "Okay, I''ll let you know if anything turns up, yeah?" Replied Mason, with a gentle nod.


    "Yeah." Jessy affirmed. Her gaze lingered on Mason for a moment longer than necessary.


    Catching that, Mason smirked and started searching.


    With the three split, they all searched for anything worth taking.


    Approaching the apartment''s entrance, the Buck let out an audible sigh whilst shaking his head. Tightening his grip around the crowbar, he muttered to himself, "Can''t exactly have you rodents strollin-on in right now! This shit''s horrible timing." he concluded, chuckling.


    Now inside, he headed to the second floor, making a mental note of the two on the right. Setting the crowbar aside near the stairwell, he pulled a switch blade and walked slowly. Prowling for Rusko.


    With a slow and steady walk, he entered the bed room and saw Rusko peering under the bed.


    Rusko spoke his grievances'' aloud, "There aint shit here, so much for an easy score. We''ll be walking outta here with jack shit!"


    "Huh?!"


    The Buck crouched down and pulled Rusko''s leg, dragging him from under the bed. Just as soon as his neck was visible, the buck covered his mouth and swiftly stuck the blade into his neck repeatedly. Each puncture tore Rusko''s throat as the blade was withdrawn.


    With his muffled cries and resistance fading, he slipped away in mere moments. After he died, the buck glared at Rusko with a clenched jaw.


    No, no... this ain''t so bad...


    "Hell this is perfect!"


    The buck had indeed been hunting Simon. Given his administrative leave, and him not showing up at his address... The buck wasn''t at all aware of who Simon was, and he was growing tired of waiting. In this moment, he was going to use this "golden opportunity", to get a read on Simon and  expedite this game they played.


    With Rusko dead, the Buck sat down beside him and searched his satchel. Digging through, he found a bag of gumdrops and jelly candies, to which he promptly took.


    The buck muttered, "Now, that''s my kind a guy." Before scarfing down a handful of sweets. While chewing for a moment, he glanced at the dead badger.


    Then he took his blade and opened Rusko''s jaw. After pocketing the switch blade next to a tucked gun, he grabbed some candy and playfully tossed a few into the badgers mouth.


    "I walked on in here hoping things would get a bit spicy..."


    After tossing the last candy in his hand, his gaze returned to the bag and he popped a few more pieces of candy in his mouth. Following this he continued, "Y''all are just too sweet."


    A few moments later...


    "Hey Jessy, you find anything in the livin-room? Unless we''re stealing silverware, kitchen''s clean." asked Mason.


    Jessy search was equally devoid anything of note. She responded, "Same here... Maybe Rusko found something?"


    "He might''ve, either that or he still-"


    Mason was interrupted a sudden, crackling crunch. The hit slung him into the counter, before he fell and hit the floor.


    A second crunch led to a squishy sound reverberating throughout the apartment. All was silent except for the ceiling fan.


    "Mason!?! Are you okay?" asked Jessy, her voice stammering. She heard those sounds. The silence afterward, left her legs trembling.


    Lacking a response, Jessy slowly made her way into the kitchen.


    "Mason?" She called.


    As she edged around the corner of the archway, she was greeted by a pool of blood.


    She froze, her voice strained as she started to cry. Proceeding, she called out once more in hopes of getting a reply, "Mason!?!"


    Rounding that dreadful corner, she broke down into an uncontrollable sob. Calling Mason''s name, she ran toward him and cradled his mushed head. Jessy struggled to comprehend the scene before her. She only just spoke to Mason mere moments ago, and now, he''s just gone.


    Caught by surprise, she was lifted up and fed the barrel of a gun.


    After the Buck sat in a dining chair next to Mason. He slowly inched the barrel further into Jessy''s throat.


    "You know, I like your eyes... The blue''s a beautiful contrast to wet, black surrounding them..."


    Jessy, amidst the sobbing, asked why repeatedly.


    Jessy struggled to make sense of the chaos, this senseless brutality... Unbeknownst to her, it was anything but.


    Placing the gun aside, the Buck caressed the Jessy''s head, it had invited an involuntary flinch from Jessy.


    "Shh-shh-shhh... I''ll tell you why..."


    With his hand slowly grasped her neck. Leaning forward, the Buck made sure Jessy could see Mason.


    The Buck went on to say, "Wrong place, wrong time is all..."


    As his grasp tightened, Jessy began to squirm, grasping for whatever air she could.


    "What''s your name?" calmly inquired the Buck. He loosened his grip, whilst his eyes remain staring at the cabinet. Fixed on other things... he pondered.


    As she gasped for the air around her, through steady sobs, she whimpered her name.


    Playing with her ears, his fingers eventually navigated their way into her mouth. He bitten soon after. As he recoiled from the sudden onset of pain, his grasp around her neck tightened once again.


    Laughing, he said aloud, "Good girl Jessy, I love to see it. We''re gonna have one hell-of-a time."


    While did she get some satisfaction from resisting, it was fleeting. It''d quickly turned to dread as those uttered words left his crooked mouth with his grasp tightening further.

 Draft/Chapter 6 - Dance With Me, And Ill

    Faced with the implications, Jessy began to beg. "Please, please jus-just let me go-"


    The Buck interrupted her with a mocking voice. "We both know I can''t do that Jessy... What happen to you nerve? The resilience? Hmm?..."


    Jessy''s body screamed in fear. Her eyes were wide, showing the whites of her iris and her bows were raised. All of which were accompanied by her quivering lips, and trembles reverberating throughout her body. And, amidst all that, her heart refused to slow, instead opting to skip a few beats.


    The buck''s grasp was unwavering, it was tight enough for her to remain aware of it whilst providing a bit of room to breathe.


    As he eased his grip, he glared at Mason''s mangled head. "It''s okay Jessy, I can see you don''t wanna get hurt..."


    I can''t look, I don''t wanna see... Mason. I''m so sorry Mason...


    The Buck continued, "You see the thing is, I don''t wanna hurt you... You don''t deserve it right Jessy?"


    She didn''t reply, his question was odd to her. She couldn''t figure if he meant that she didn''t deserve whatever lie ahead or if she didn''t deserve to be let go...If he meant it, if he could be reasoned with... Thin slivers of hope, hope in which she latched onto.  All she could do is sit there in fear. She didn''t know what to expect and didn''t want to take any risk.


    As the silence ensued, he petted and played in her hair, as one would with a pet.


    The touch was gentle, a far-cry from the violence she had just seen. It was disorienting, a fog prowling the edges of an already, fearful mind...


    The buck sat up with Jessy in hand and walked up to the second floor. Entering the bedroom, he placed Jessy in one hand and held her while he dragged Rusko''s corpse down the stairs.


    "I aint gonna you hurt you Jessy." With a chuckle dancing in his throat, he continued, "Though I still got work to do. So I''m gonna sit you down on that table okay."


    As he placed her on the wooden table, he looked Jessy in her eyes and calmly said, "I''m trusting you Jessy. Know that if-ya run, and I catch-ya I''ll... Well, I''d hate to see somethin bad happen to-ya Jessy."


    Jessy was frozen.


    Playfully shaking her chin, he went on to conclude, "You just stay right there, Jessy. And, You''ll and be A-Okay."


    Turning his attention to the drawers, he searched for knives.


    "No cleaver huh, guess this''ll get messy... It''s better that way..." He said to himself.


    He grabbed a simple kitchen knife and started hacking Rusko''s arm off. When the deed was done, he walked into the main hallway and used the severed limb to draw on the walls.


    Laughing, he said aloud, "Just wait till they see this shit! It''s so damn crazy that it''ll be plain ol'' unbelievable..."


    The words to be written, said,


    I''m coming for all of you next. You know who you are...


    Jessy watched as the Buck took all of Rusko''s limbs and used them just around the corner. She didn''t know what he was doing, and she dare not move.


    When he finished, the buck entered the kitchen and placed the knife on the counter.


    The Buck leaned on the counter and watched Jessy. He didn''t say anything, he gaze never left her, he wanted to make her uncomfortable. He wanted for her to break the silence, to talk so that he could worm his way into her mind...


    Of course the silence made her uneasy. She found it difficult to hold eye contact, let alone look at him. The Buck appeared to be unpredictable. His silence could''ve meant anything. And with the ongoing silence, she grew restless. She needed to know what he was thinking, and so, she spoke.


    "I-I''m scared. Ple-please, t-tell me what y-you want from me?" she stammered.


    The buck answered with a slight chuckle, "Look Jessy..."


    With the chuckle ceasing, he continued in a playful manner, "Look at me Jess-can I call-ya Jess, I''m gonna call you Jess."


    Tapping his head, he again, continued, "It''s clear I got few loose screws, you see I get carried away sometimes... But I wasn''t born this way Jess... Look, I don''t wanna hurtcha, but I can''t let you go. This shit''s crazy, but you gotta work with me Jess. Trust me, it''s in our best interest."


    His tone danced between malice and genuine sincerity, with his voice often wavering toward the latter...


    The Buck walked closer and gently grabbed her shoulders. "You asked me earlier, why I''m doing this... The guy I''m after..."


    Glancing away, after a pause, the Buck went on to fabricate a lie. "He took my family from me... I know that don''t justify what I did here but all I care about Jess, is gettin revenge. He needs to pay... You just don''t get to walk all over people like that... Look, I know I''m no different. I know I took someone from you..."


    Meeting her gaze, he concluded, "You can take me out when all this''s over. But first I need you help me... Are-ya willing to do that?"


    Knowing she''d either hesitate or refuse, the Buck answered for her. He left it to linger, further to fester from his twisted kindness obscuring the underlying motives...


    "You don''t gotta answer now Jessy. It is a lot, so take your time..."


    Jessy had tuned out and fled from that moment. While she remained seated and staring ahead, she was lurking in her mind. She could see Mason''s mutilated corpse, she couldn''t she his face... Now, she couldn''t see him in any other way. The smiles and laughs they once shared, his smiles, she couldn''t remember.


    Mason, I''m so sorry... Why did this have to happen? Why did it have to be you?... I can''t even remember your smile anymore... please show it to me, please Mason...


    The memories were shrouded as her mind forcibly showed her Mason''s mangled visage. She couldn''t escape it, she couldn''t un-see it...


    Every single memory, every thought was him.


    Jessy cried once more, gripping her hair, she started pulling and sobbing once more. The weight of that scene was now suffocating her, it was heavy and unyielding... Jessy knew she was in pain, but she couldn''t understand that new gut wrenching feeling that was steadily devouring her.


    "W-Why are you doing this to me!?!" Her voice trembled as she dared to question him. Amidst her agonizing cries, she repeatedly asked that question.


    With each time, growing slightly more inaudible, as her words merged with her cries.


    "Whyyy!?! Why!?!... Why..."


    The questions dragged out and eased into silence as she shifted back into cries.


    The Buck leaned on the archway behind the sofa and smiled.


    ...


    Jessy sat in that lit living room, her mind dwelled on the situation. She knew the Buck was dangerous, but his occasional gestures of kindness left her feeling confused. She feared him, and she found herself gravitating toward that kindness. It was predictable, and most importantly, manageable.


    She was getting away, she''d began to accept that. Was silenced the thought most, was the fact that she had none else to turn to. Mason was always there for her, and a piece of her, despite his condition, didn''t want to leave him.


    With these past moments controlling her fixation, she couldn''t forget this moment, for it had been engrained into her mind.


    This confusion, dealing with all of the underlying desires at play, the intensity of fear, the screaming emotions, she couldn''t understand anything. She couldn''t do anything.


    As she attempted to process, Jessy found herself wanting it to all just end in one way or another. She couldn''t understand that feeling... what it is she wanted, the Buck had some idea.


    He knew this moment, that feeling. He reveled in seeing her go through it. She needed it to all go. The tainted memories, the swift nature in which these events unfolded, made to be exempt from this evil only to process it, after all, such evil demands that attention. Those feelings of wrongness, blurring them. Trying to wrap your head around this all, it was all just too much.


    A lot, a fog.


    Delving into that, facing that. It''s not something many can do, and of those that do, majority seek to drown it, distract themselves in some manner of coping.


    Jessy didn''t realize this.


    Deep down, buried in the confusion, denying to ever even entertain that deep thought crawling on the surface floor of her mind...


    She wanted to forget, everything. After this instilled, madness, she needed to...


    And sadly, the Buck was all too aware of that.


    He sat beside her and gently guided Jessy to lean into his side.


    "Jessy... If you want."


    Smiling, he waved hand in a whimsical fashion. Continuing to say, "I can make it all go away."


    Jessy felt a chill run down her spine as his words hung in the air, riddled with unspoken, implications. His touch, once, seemingly comforting now danced on the lines of suffocation. He was slow, and thorough. She glanced around for an escape that didn''t exist, now realizing, she was trapped in a situation where even her thoughts, were not her own.


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    ...Some time later.


    The Buck left Jessy on the couch to wallow in the betrayal of trust, violation of her body and autonomy, all of which weighed heavy on her, crushing her already fragile psyche.


    But he wasn''t finished. He returned with a glass of water, he carelessly threw it aside, shattering the tense, silence. A sinister smile crossed his faced as he looked at Jessy.


    He wiped her tears and locked eyes with her, caressing her cheek. Despite his vile actions, his voice was gentle and his eyes exuded a crazed glare.


    "It will all go away if you let it..."


    Okay...


    He parted her legs once more. She was, in his eyes, no different from anyone else. Nothing more than a simple toy, to be used, abused, and tossed aside...


    Later Into The Night...


    The Buck reclined on the couch, pulling Jessy close to him. He eyed Jessy and held her with an eerie tenderness. Grooming her curved furred figure in silence.


    She met his gaze, and swiftly averted away from it. She fixed her sight to a distant point on the floor. The Buck gently guided her by the chin to meet his gaze.


    His dead eyed stare met her blue teary eyes.


    "Kiss me." said the Buck.


    He nudged her closer and kissed her with deranged passion. It was gentle and sloppy.


    The kiss was one-sided for a time, but after a while, Jessy pushed his hand aside and kissed him. She leaned into his kiss with a bobbing head, it flowed in tandem with the rhythm of their kiss. Their tongues coiled around one another, dancing in the exchanged saliva...


    Why? She could''ve done it for a number of reasons.


    Maybe she figured she could get him to drop his guard, and act on that. Maybe she broke, and sought to cope through pleasure. Maybe... it didn''t matter, no matter the reason, the outcome remained the same.


    Amidst that demented passion, amidst that twisted bond, the Buck leaned forward a bit and pulled his gun out his pants and slowly positioned the barrel to be aimed upward, beneath her chin.


    When the barrel made contact with the underpart of her chin, there was a pause. In that same moment, he squeezed that trigger and sent a spray of blood flying toward the ceiling.


    With the deed done, he gently laid her on the couch beside him.


    "Goodbye, Jessi..."


    Present Time...


    It''s been two days since Jason''s death.


    The Buck  doesn''t know Simon as well as he knew Jason. In the blind, he''s been moving and acting fast. All in hopes of drawing Simon out, and most importantly, cornering him. On the other hand, Simon too, had planned his next steps. He needs information, and more importantly, he needs to find Jason''s wife.


    And with that, the two set out to achieve what it was they so, desperately desired...


    Simon snuck out of his room and went to get Jacob. He had decided to leave Eris and Miela behind. With a small breakfast made for them, he did just that.


    After throwing on his trench coat, he gently closed the door behind him and crept on over to Jacob''s room, behind the stairs.


    When he got there, Simon crouched down and as he was about to give the small door a few taps, Jacob opened it.


    Fitting his cap onto his head, Jacob said, "Simon? Good morning mane, did-ja need somethin?"


    Retracting his hand, Simon replied, "Good morning Jacob... I was told you got that job with the cabby, mind if I tag along? I need a ride-I intend to pay the fair, I''m not asking for a free one."


    "Sure, mane, sure you can! Just follow me, should be outside any minute now."


    Walking around the corner, Jacob went on to pridefully say, "We gots this system aaaah-ll worked out, she comes to pick me up, then I provide secuwities... So, you''s up pretty early today."


    A brief honk interrupted him, he continued, "That''s our ride."


    Simon followed behind Jacob, picking up his pace as Jacob dashed to the door.


    With the two exiting the apartment, the cabby opened the passenger door and let Jacob into the car. Jacob was quick to explain to the cabby that Simon was tagging along, she had initially refused until she found out that Simon was indeed paying for the ride. After hearing that, she unlocked the back door.


    After hearing the click, Simon entered the back seat.


    Jacob sat in front on a makeshift, elevated seat. The two had really planned this whole thing out. It was none other than the Jaguar. Simon figured it''d be her, though he couldn''t help but feel a bit surprised.


    "So, detective, where''re we headed today?" Asked the cabby, as she looked into the rear view mirror.


    "Maplerow Avenue."


    "Roger that."


    And with that, she started the car and drove.


    "So, Simon, whatcha doing out this early?" Inquired Jacob.


    Simon wanted to answer, but he wasn''t too inclined to involve the driver.


    After a moment, he answered, "Remember what we spoke about yesterday, evening? Made some plans and now I''m following through on them."


    The cabby popped a curious glance at Simon.


    "Ah-aight, we''re headed back to your apartment then. Whatcha got planned?"


    "Just swinging by, nothing more... for now."


    It was going to be quite the drive. It''d be nearly an hour before they''d arrive. Simon slumped over in the seat and closed his eyes.


    "Sorry Jacob, you mind if I take a nap?"


    "Nhah, not at all. Have at it mane."


    Simon was mentally preparing himself for lie ahead, what he''d be dealing with from here on out and who''d be accompanying him.


    Despite the lies... Jason was telling the truth about one thing. This is gonna be a war, and in this very moment, I''m walking down that road..."


    After a bit, Simon went to sleep.


    Some minutes later...


    "Psst-Jacob? You gonna fill me in or arya just gonna leave me in the dark?" Asked the cabby.


    Despite Simon''s reluctance to loop her in, in a stark contrast, Jacob was all to eager to loop his new friend in. A tiny, plump chinchilla and a curvy, stocky Jaguar. A dynamic duo in the making.


    Jacob popped a glance at Simon to ensure he was sleeping.


    "Aight Romona, look-"


    Jacob went on to look in front of him and spoke with both his hands and voice, "Simon''s bes-friend was murdered two days ago, it was that day we''s was all in here! Remember? With the opossum?!"


    After a quick check-in on Simon, he continued, "Now, the people who killed Jason prolly-gonna try and Kill Simon too! Is a whole conspiracy-"


    Jacob went on to explain all he knew.


    As Romona listened, she grew uneasy. Her finger''s tightened around the steering wheel and her heart skipped a beat. Her eye''s flicked to the rear view, looking to Simon, who appeared to sleeping peacefully despite the now, known circumstances.


    As Jacob went on, each revelation shared only served to amplify her anxiety. She tried to steady her composure, watching the scenery outside the window as she listened. But, her thoughts kept returning to Simon, the danger he was in... and by extension, the danger she was now in helping him.


    The thing is, the city was a far-cry from being perfect. Everyone was aware of that, because they''d actively ben reminded of it. Beneath the pandemic of often, petty crimes here and there lingered, a boogeyman. That same one, every one avoids.


    It takes people for a variety of sickening reasons. Amidst the many, there are large, few who hunger for flesh in this world. Those, who have long since desired to be lost in the delusional duality of, gluttonous lust. That, boogeyman, caters to them...


    And the problem propagates from one fact, it is not one, but many who embody this, boogeyman.


    So when Romona sought to look out of the taxi''s window, into the world around her. Upon hearing what she had heard, it did not ease the lingering, anxiety.


    It could be anyone, anyone around them, watching and waiting.


    Wha-what the fuck did I just get myself into!?!


    Despite the spawned fear, gnawing at her insides, Romona maintained a clam facade in silence.


    When they neared the street, police cars were huddled around Simon''s apartment. So much so, that Romona couldn''t even drive down the street, so she parked on the next street over and the two watched as they woke Simon.


    "Hey uh, Hey, Simon!" Romona reached into the back seat and shook Simon''s shoulder.


    "That your apartment up ahead?"


    I hope to god it isn''t...


    Simon rubbed his eyes and looked at his apartment flooded with officers and detectives. He was caught off guard, this was of course, that last thing he expected to see.


    Despite that, he went on to say, "Jacob-"


    "You ont-even gotta ask, I''m on it! Romona, get the doe!"


    Romona taken aback, quizzically glanced at Jacob before opening her door.


    "Be careful Jacob, don''t worry about heading, just listen in onto what they''re saying alright?" asked Simon.


    "I''ll be fine, I gos-it mane!"


    Jacob leapt of the seat and jumped of off one of Romona''s breast before darting out into the street. She blushed in silence, opting to refrain from commenting on it since it was only seen by her, and of course, Jacob.


    "I see you''ve taking a liking to him..."


    "Yeah-" Glancing back with a worried look, she continued, "You-you''re not worried?"


    Simon paused and analyzed her.


    "No. He''ll be fine, no is aware our connection. And if he gets caught, which I doubt, they''ll escort him off the scene."


    To ease her concerns, he added, "I like to think I''m pretty aware... and we''re talking about a guy, who built his own apartment room in my stair steps. He''ll be fine, and if not, I''ll head on over. Since it''s my apartment they''re searching, stands to reason they''d wanna speak to me..."


    Romona calmed down, watching Jacob skitter down the street into the crime scene.


    Jacob ran under the parked cars and watched the legs of the officers pass by to block of the sidewalk. Jacob had stopped. Two officers, a panther and an anteater stood in front of the car, conversing.


    "Fucking hell-man..." said the anteater Officer.


    The panther didn''t really reply, he had just stood there and appeared to be listening.


    "it''s just. I don''t know..." the anteater rubbed his head, before going on to inquire, "You don''t look too bothered by it, is this, is that normal?"


    The panther returned his gaze to the apartment and paused before answering, "Just about, we get something like this every few weeks or so..."


    Afterward, the panther parted from the anteater and when on to speak to another group of officers. Soon after, the anteater went his own way and stood by the sidewalk, redirecting civilians to different streets.


    In the clear, Jacob continued and weaseled his way through the cars and saw the steps leading to Simon apartment. Though he was told only to eavesdrop on some conversations, Jacob had opted to do more. He was gonna head inside.


    With patience, he watched as a few detectives entered and exited, a few of whom were visibly disgusted at whatever lurked within. When all seemed clear Jacob dashed up the steps are darted under the first piece of furniture in sight.


    Huddled under dresser placed in the hallway, he was hit with a wave. A mixture of a heavy metallic smell laced with a faint but noticeable, stench. A precursor to the upcoming stages of decomposition.


    After Jacob was hit with the smell, he didn''t need explore any further to realize what was in his apartment. After checking, Jacob crept on over to the exit and swiftly left. Before long, he had returned to the taxi and hopped up into Romona''s lap and then to his seat.


    With Jacob in the car, Romona started the taxi and pulled off, idly driving until there was a plan or new destination going forward.


    After settling in his seat, Jacob looked toward Simon. Averting his gaze, he said, "People been... recently they been, there''s dead people in there..."


    Romona looked at Simon, her eyes betraying her worry.


    Simon didn''t respond to it, he was too fixed on the what and why of it all.


    What are the implications? Why in his apartment?


    And true to Simon, it didn''t take long to get an answer. With the right questions, he had surmised that, at the very least, not only was he being hunted, he was being framed... and isolated.


    ... Jesus... I hadn''t expected that. Given this, I''m left with two options. Either I''d have to turn myself in, and deal with this mess, exposed... Or be forced to remain hidden... Both of which, should I act... Shit!


    Simon''s anger festered as he realized what was being played. Early in this game, he was already being pushed into a corner. And to make matters worse, he didn''t know who he was playing, he had no information... Despite the foresight, despite anticipating, he was slow, and his opponent appeared to be moving fast.


    Still, there was one more thing he needed to do. At this point, in his eyes, it was a shot in the dark.


    He''d have a limited time to go out and search for Nyala. Once word was out of him being wanted, he couldn''t move without being traced... Every action there out would prove to be problematic. With this in mind, Simon spoke.


    "I''m operating under the assumption that, whomever killed Jason, did this too. It''s clear I don''t got a lot of time now..."


    Thinking on Nyala, and Jason''s old remarks of becoming a father soon. He went on to say aloud, "Jason''s wife, Nyala... She was pregnant, assuming she wasn''t killed or captured, and didn''t come to my apartment. She could be at a hospital..."


    His voice trailed off as he thought about it. There were quite a few hospitals in the city. Four were close in proximity to Jason''s apartment, two of which specifically catered to predators. Now while prey weren''t exempt, it''s just what those particular hospitals specialized in. Narrowing down his search to two possible options.


    It was for Jason, if his wife had made it, Simon needed to get to her. Despite, spiting Jason for risking himself and more importantly, his family. Simon, still opted to check. Even if it was likely to be a fruitless endeavor, he was still going to try.


    ...


    Romona had remembered driving a pregnant woman in rough shape to the hospital. She figured it couldn''t hurt to mention it.


    "Simon, I might know who you''re lookin for. Was it a lioness by chance?" She inquired, looking up into the rearview window.


    Simon met her gaze in the mirror.


    Looks like I''ve been favored...


    He smiled and answered, "Yeah, you remember the hospital you went to?"


    "Saint Adam''s berry." She responded, nodding in response.


    She took her to a hospital for prey... all thing''s considered, an aggressor would like check there last...


    After hearing this, Jacob was in a brighter mood.


    "Thas-what I''m talking bout, gimme sum." said Jacob, extending his hand for a high five.


    Romona glanced at Jacob. Seeing Jacob''s enthusiasm was just what she needed. She smile and high fived Jacob.


    With new resolve, she raced through the streets like a madman, weaving in and out traffic.

 Draft/Chapter 7 - Way Down We Go

    At Saint Adam''s Berry Hospital...


    Simon approached the receptionist in the crowded lobby. All sorts of predators sat, waiting.


    Behind the reception desk, was a white cow. She had a tired look on here eyes, and wore wire-framed glasses and wore a white crisp, uniform. She could be caught glancing at it from time to time, she wasn''t at all fond of the white on white.


    Amidst the quiet, Simon said with a low voice, "Excuse me, I''m here to see someone. Nyala Ramsis."


    The receptionist glanced up, before looking back down to her computer. After a quick search, she leaned in and replied, "She doesn''t appear to be taking visitors. Before scooting her chair over to a nearby phone."


    Simon went on to say, "I''m a-"


    Cuffing the phone into her shirt, she said, "I know, I''m ringing her nurse."


    After ringing she relayed that a detective was looking to speak to Nyala. Keen on Nyala''s distrust for the law enforcement, Simon interrupted, "Sorry, tell her it''s Simon."


    The receptionist glared at him. "I''m sorry, a detective by the name of, Simon. Yes, Simon. Okay."


    ...


    "Okay, thank you."


    Hanging up the phone, she quietly called to an idle nurse.


    "Tiffany! Tiffany!"


    "Huh, yeah-yes?"


    "Can you escort this fellow to room 142 in the fourth ward?"


    "Of course." Answered Tiffany.


    Following this, Tiffany led Simon through the halls and eventually up an elevator. When the exited, they walked for a bit more before they had arrived.


    When they approached, Tiffany quickly checked in on Nyala, popping a thumbs up and nodding. When Nyala confirmed everything was okay, the nurse let Simon in and took her leave. The room was square, and dull for the most part.


    It was modestly furnished, Nyala had laid on a bed centering the room. Two chairs were placed next to the windows on the far end of the room. Both of which were cracked open. Aside from the plain walls and floors, some nursing equipment could be seen next to Nyala''s bed and two tables. One was more of a coffee table in-between the two chairs and the second leaned against the wall across from the bed. There wasn''t much else.


    Simon had entered the room, cautiously. His presence seemed to momentarily startle Nyala. She hadn''t seen Simon before, she had only heard of him from Jason throughout the years.


    His visage was unique, those iconic red eyes, pinkish nose, and snow white fur had surprised her.


    Simon had offered a tentative smile and a nod of acknowledgment. All to convey his intentions to respect her space.


    After another, moment of pause, Simon gently broke the silence.


    "May I sit?"


    Nyala nodded, "Yes."


    After her confirmation, Simon sat in the chair near the window and looked to the skies. He knew this would be difficult for her, hell, it was difficult for him. After breaking away from the skies, his gaze met the floor before rising to meet Nyala''s eyes.


    He had wanted to get straight to the point, but it was clear that wasn''t the route to take. Though he was aware of that, the subsiding emotions, the one''s he had buried. They had started to rise, Nyala was sure to have information. Information he could act on.


    The anticipation had crept into him, through him like a poison. Aware of it, he instead opted for a more caring approach whilst still dancing along the lines of being, direct.


    He spoke with a light, yet firm tone.


    "Nyala... about Jason. I don''t know what he got himself into, but I''m not gonna rest until I find who did this to him..."


    Glancing out the window, he continued, "Forgive me, I had planned to... I, I don''t even know how one''s suppose to plan for this... what to say... I know I''m angry, really angry... Jason was rough and direct, but he cared, he did not deserver this."


    "I hate myself for what I''m about to ask..."


    He returned to meet her gaze once more.


    "Can you tell me what happened, who you saw?..."


    There was again, an awkward silence. Nyala looked down at the sheets covering her. Her face recoiled into pain as she thought on those moments. Through building tears, she recounted what she had heard, and who she had seen. The Buck.


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    While she told Simon of what had happened, the pain was written, etched into her face, her being. She clenched the sheets and watered eyes, appeared distant. Her eyebrows were raised and she stammered, struggling to tell the story as her lips eased into a quiver.


    As he witnessed, that pain. That hurt, a hurt spawned from trauma that couldn''t be healed. Witnessing it, her being, his eyelid twitched. His teeth clenched and his brows, though hardly noticeable, pinched inward.


    It angered him deeply, so much so, that it was all he felt. The sadness he had just felt mere moments ago had been killed and converted into fuel for this, his growing hatred of, the Buck.


    When she concluded, all those tears, it rained.


    Nyala had fought to maintain her composure, and given some time, she''d gradually stifled the pain. When she was ready, Simon spoke.


    "Nyala...?"


    As she wiped her eyes, she looked over to Simon.


    "...You can''t stay here, if I found you-" glancing at the room''s door, he continued, "they, are likely to find you here too...I don''t want to rush you, so if you feel, you need to stay. I''ll be here..."


    She shook her head. "No, you''re right, I can''t stay here. Staying any longer would only serve to put us at risk... So, what do we, what-do-we-do?"


    Nyala asked, despite donning that saddened visage, her voice exuded determination.


    "The address in the journal''s mine. No one''s aware of it so, now, we head there..."


    Nyala nodded and ringed for her nurse.


    The nurse had arrived and after hearing Nyala''s request to be discharged, she informed Nyala of the necessary examinations needed. Simon, understanding, made his way into the hallway and sat on a bench, waiting for Nyala.


    After Nyala had agreed, the Nurse relayed the info and had Nyala, as well as her two babies, assessed. Given some time, both were deemed, fine and ready for departure.


    The nurse helped Nyala get dressed and gathered her belongings, a second nurse brought Nyala''s babies from the nursery and handed the swaddled infant to Nyala.


    "You''re all set, Nyala" said the nurse with a reassuring smile. "Be sure to take it easy and don''t hesitate to reach out should you need somethin, kay?"


    Nyala nodded, holding her babies close. "I will. Thank you."


    The nurse escorted them to the elevator before departing in a hurry.


    Simon, glanced over at the infant cubs, "Are they boys, or girls?"


    Nyala turned to Simon, "The one in my left arm is a girl, and the right a boy. There names are, Niala and Jason..."


    Nyala expressed a bittersweet smile, "Jason insisted on naming them after us, I had opted for something else then, but now... It felt right."


    Simon offered a nod. "I see..."


    Back In Reception...


    "Heylo there darlin, that white on white''s got to be killing ya..." He said, leaning over the counter with a grin.


    The receptionist looked up and smiled played on her lips.


    After a pause, she leaned a bit closer, eyeing him with an impulsive, intent.  "You wouldn''t be wrong, how can help ya?"


    Meeting her flirtatious gaze, he leaned a bit further with low voice. "Looking to question someone, name''s, Nyala Ramsis..."


    "Another one, hm. Just what did she do... One moment."


    ...


    Simon and Nyala had arrived...


    Nyala had caught a glimpse, her actions, stuttering in hesitation. Simon noticed it, her reluctance to go further. He eyed that officer, the Buck, with a dead-eyed stare.


    "Is that him, Nyala?" Simon inquired, his gaze glued to the Buck talking the receptionist.


    She stammered, "Ye-yes. That''s him."


    Seeking to ease Nyala''s nerves, he told her.


    "No doubt, he''s here for you. Listen Nyala, just outside is a taxi, the Jaguar who brought you here, her name''s Romona, and she being accompanied by a chinchilla named Jacob. You can trust them. Now, I want you to walk out that door, and head to that taxi. If he''s tries to speak to you, don''t stop."


    Nyala''s grew anxious, and the thuds of beating heart had become audible.


    "Okay, okay, Wha-what will you do?" Inquired Nyala.


    Simon looked to her and answered calmly, "I''m going to kill him, right here, right now... Head to the taxi and don''t stop."


    Simon gaze and his cold words, while it silenced her anxiety, she couldn''t help but feel a bit unnerved.


    Nodding, she cuffed her babies and walked onward, with Simon prowling just a couple of feet behind her. His took off his trench coat and tossed it aside and rolled up his sleeves.


    With extended claws, he followed her, filled with rush. He knew what he was going to do. Amidst the anger, and excitement, he pressed on. He felt something growing, an urge tied to the sudden onset of adrenalin, hesitation. He silenced it with a faint guttural growl. He was going to do it, the Buck was going to die today.


    ...


    When Nyala finally exited the hallway and entered the lobby, passing the receptionist desk.


    The Buck smiled and turned to Nyala. She didn''t stop, did what she was told. She kept walking.


    He commented, playing with her name, "Ny-yala... Don''t go runnin now..."


    The receptionist glanced up and furrowed her brow in response. His tone betrayed his ill intent.


    Despite the chill racing down her spine, she quickened her pace.


    When he opted to pursue her, Simon grabbed his shoulders and slammed him on his back.


    The others in the lobby had watched, looking on at the reception area, there eyes had idly dawdling for a bit. When Simon approached with his audible growl, well, in the now, otherwise, quiet lobby, everyone watched at this altercation began to unfold. It happened fast.


    Many were still amidst, reacting to the sounds emanating from this, butchering...


    Before the Buck himself could react, Simon was already on him. Punching and tearing at the Buck. The retaliation, the resistance was there, but it had faded near immediately. Simon was ferocious, his barrage of brutality racing, for the kill.


    Now that he had started, Simon didn''t stop. In the small, small moments in which he could catch a break, he was dazed, slipping in and out of consciousness. When he was nearly out, Simon grabbed the Buck''s chin and guided his jaw to meet his now, white, blooded visage...


    He was silent, allowing the Buck to gaze into red eyes. The Buck was trembling, wheezing, and with the little will left, it was though he was truly trying, to distance himself from Simon.


    After a moment in silence, Simon''s roughly gripped the Buck throat and pressed down. The Buck, barely manages to grab Simon''s hand before, stopping.


    With the Buck''s movements ceasing, Simon dug into his throat, puncturing his flesh and tore out his throat before finally leaning back, and staring at the ceiling.


    Many of those, all of whom witnessed the Wolf''s onslaught of, violence, were tense. Mixed with fear, and confusion. Why, was laced in their minds. What did he do to warrant that brutality. Some stood up and eased into a dash, leaving the hospital. Others, after realizing prepped to follow.


    Simon stood up and looked around, despite his earlier assumptions... He was in a hospital catering to prey, and he murdered one in front of many. After glancing back at the Buck, he walked over to the hallway to retrieve his trench coat, returned to the lobby, and returned to the cab where Nyala, Romona, and Jacob waited.


    He had came back, bloodied and silent.