Chapter 2 - The World Around Him

'Listen, I know you'll never forgive me! And I don't blame you. I wouldn't forgive me either. But predators shouldn't suffer because of my mistakes. I have to fix this, but I can't do it without you.'

That voice, that sweet and upbeat voice, always came into his head.

But it hurt every time he heard it, because he knew that never again would he be able to hear that voice with his own ears.

The voice continued to play as he stared into the dirty mirror of the gas station bathroom. He had just got done removing all the bullets from his body.

"Everyone's asleep Bert." The radio uttered. "Asleep among the next gen pornographers, the two time con artists, and predators. It's all connected."

Another voice chimed in.

"It's 2036, Clyde. Why are we still talking about predators?"

As Nick sat back and listened, he glanced at the screen above the radio, revealing a digital license.

A picture of his old self next to his info:

Born: 6/21/84

Name: Wilde, Nicholas P.

Sex: M

And all the other shit that's usually on a license.

Suddenly, a voice came from the backseat.

"I'm in a car. Yea, it was a good trip. Killed it up and down west street."

Then all of a sudden, a group of teenage bunnies, dressed in clothing from the 60s, were poking their heads out of the roof yelling: USA! USA! USA!

And then he was staring at a newspaper clipping on the mirror.

'Luxury cruise boat, "Sunseeker" Is for sale! $70,000 or choice of owner.' It read.

He closed the mirror and let out a sigh of frustration.

Now the fox was thinking deeply, thinking about him and Bogo relaxing out on the ocean. Relaxation is what he needed right now, especially with the world around him and the way it is.

Nick's job as a chaperone was quite adventurous from his point of view. Every person the got into his limo was always some sort of character, and he enjoyed their company.

But sometimes there was no entertainment, but depressing sights. Drunk and lonely mammals, someone crying after suffering a break up, and even a family going to attend a funeral. Such was the case this time.

Nick watched from a distance as the family gathered around the lowering casket. He had a bottle of whiskey in his paw, chugging the last of it down and then tossing it into the bin next to him.

"Nicholas!" He heard someone yell as he walked towards the grieving family.

He turned around and noticed a brown furred vixen soaked in rain, staring at him with a look of shock, as if she had just witnessed a miracle.

"Ah fuck." Nick sighed as he walked away from her.

"Mr. Wilde, please! Necesito tu ayuda!"

"Get the fuck away from me!" Nick shouted.

The vixen began rambling on in Spanish, and eventually went back to her car.

The grieving family was now approaching the limo, their sad expressions still on their faces.

"Who was that?" A woman from the group asked.

Nick watched as the vixen's car backed out of its parked space and replied:

"I don't know, some crazy lady. Don't worry."

He opened the door for the woman, and then opened the door to the drivers seat. Before he could get in, the vixen's car nearly drove straight through his door. His fox instincts still worked to his surprise.

He noticed one small thing before the car departed from the cemetery:

A white vixen staring at him through the back window. Little did he know, that this vixen was about to change his life, and the lives of those around him.