Well... It's been a while. Sorry, but I am suffering from a really bad case of school work. And on top of that, I have had a major writers block, However I was able to Finnish this, so I hope it is satisfactory.

Lox leaned back against the wall of Rachel's apartment. In his hands he held a piece of glass. It looked to have a reflective metal underneath it. But it wasn't the glass or the metal. He was fascinated by the reflection which he guessed was him. He had a long and rugged face. It had only the faintest stubble, and long hair came down covering one eye.

He reached up to remove the hair but his vision didn't change. He felt the scar traveling down his face and intersecting with the eye that had been covered. He replaced the hair over his face and went back to looking at himself. His eyes were a deep violet, and glowed ever so faintly. He knew this because when he cupped his hand over his good eye he still saw a faint purple glow.

Lox smiled at the mirror, taking a brief moment to appreciate his fangs. His tail, waved back and forth and coiled once around his left leg. Suddenly, Lox heard a cry coming from the kitchen. He ran and when he got there he saw that Rachel had somehow managed to burn the food she was preparing so bad, it could probably be used for charcoal.

"What were you doing?" Lox ask. Rachel's face turned red.

"Well… Um, I don't normally cook." Lox walked over and reached out a hand to help her up. She took it.

"If you can't cook, why did you try. If you knew you were gonna fail." He felt kinda bad for second about the way he had worded that. But Rachel, despite looking momentarily hurt, smiled and laughed it off.

"If you must know, it's because it's the ladies job to cook." Lox stifled a laugh. Though his response hadn't been the kindest, Lox hadn't expected it to send her over the edge.

"What you think I'm not lady like. OR, NOOOOO, ARE YOU GONNA MAKE FUN OF ME TOO!" Lox tried to interject but was interrupted. "Why do people always make fun of me!?" She began to rant. What did I do?

"I'm not making fun of you!" He was finally able to say. "I just thought it was a stupid reason-"

"Oh, so you think my reasons are stupid!?"

"Where did you get that from?!" Now Lox was yelling too. Rachel opened her mouth to reply even louder but was cut off.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Came the banging from upstairs.

"Be quiet, you maingey kids!" Cried a decrepit, yet still forceful, old voice. Lox looked back over at Rachel, who seemed to have forgotten about their previous engagement.

"We better listen to him, Lox." She said, hushedly, "If we don't he might come down here. And if he comes down here, he might see you." Lox had learned that they were in an apartment building, which meant there were rooms off to the side and above and below, all of which had different people living in them. But that was not what he was thinking about, at the moment.

"Why would it be bad if he saw me?" Was the question that came to mind.

"Because," Rachel grumbled, "Lets, just say, normal people don't have wings and tails."

"Oh," Was all Lox could say.

A knock was heard at the door. Lox spun around and looked at it. Rachel, stood up in a hurried frenzy, and ushered him into the mud room. Lox tried to protest but she cupped her hand over his mouth.

"Don't. Do. ANYTHING!" Rachel hissed in a whisper that was more of a strained shout. With that Rachel ducked around to the door and opened it. Lox, curious as to what was going on, peaked around the edge. What he saw struck a notable cord of jealousy. She didn't say she had friends.

Standing there was a young man, About my age, he guessed. He was smiling and kidding around with Rachel. This teen, was clad in a grey-blue jacket that seemed just a little bit long, and light grey jeans, that looked to have once been white. His hair was unkempt and he had an air of ferality to him.

Lox wanted to get closer and see what all they were talking about. But he remembered what Rachel had said. Don't do anything…

Rachel was smiling and laughing at something the other guy had said. They we talking about going somewhere. But where! Lox leaned in close to see if he could find out. He felt himself falling. Splaying his arms, lox was able to catch himself just barely. He had been about to catch only a few words. Something about a 'Survival Game'. Now where had he heard those words before. What was a survival game again? What did you do in a survival game? Survive… Duh.

Lox felt stupid for a moment. He took a deep breath and tried to relax. Just then, he heard something else. A loud and high pitch noise, which translated roughly to: MEOW! What is a cat doing here? Lox slouched down rested against a cabinet full of boots. How long was this guy gonna stay, and if they were going somewhere, where? Survival game, maybe?

Who was he and what was his connection with Rachel. That would be Lox's first priority. He heard footsteps. What now? The door opened. Are they leaving? The footsteps got farther away, and the door was closed. They're gone...

I am looking forward to where this story is going, and I hope you are too. I'm starting to get over my writers block.

Sky: I wanna be in there!

Ty/Lox: Why did you change my name to lox?

Me: Not gonna say anything.

Sky: But you just did.

Me: Fuck you.

Sky: I married...

Me: Gratz btw.

Sky: Thx. ^-^

Me: Welcome, :D

Ty/Lox: Emots, Emotes everywhere!

Me: XD :C :J ;) :] :L T_T o_o o_e O_o O[]O :( :}

Sky: Ty... WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!

The cake is a lie; Instead, eat some pie! If the pie is a lie... I'm gonna cry. Y^Y