Author's Note:

I'm back again! I know it's hard to wait for my sorry butt and I love your patience. The repair men can't figure out what's wrong so it's likely I'll have to scrap my baby. I decided to vent write and this is what I got. I hope you all like it and I'll update as soon as possible!

Chapter Eleven: What is This Feeling?

Carmelita's POV:

Within moments of the Commodore issuing the death penalty to Sly a horrible scream came from somewhere. It rang with desperation across the wooden deck; it echoed with a pleading foreign to my ears. The sound continued even after I realized it was me. I pulled tenaciously against the crocodilian's arms, but there was no point in struggling against an over six foot tall mass ( 1.88 meters A/N) of solid muscle. I grit my teeth and bared my fangs to Ignatius who simply raised a paw to quiet the furious hisses of Becket and Sly was groaning with the pain from his shallow, but heavily bleeding, cuts. The burning ache of tears fought to escape their prison but I resolutely refused. Ignatius strode towards me, cool and confident, and I despised him for it. A growl of frustration came from my throat and was muffled of its true venom by my still bared fangs. Sly always told me my angry face scared the crap out of him but the Commodore seemed unaffected. Bile rose in my throat as I recognized the familiar, but unwelcome, sensation of The Urge and was reminded that this Fox was honing in on my target.

"Back off you bastard! He's mine!" It didn't even feel like my voice, but the voice of thousands of years of Fox blood drumming through my veins. The Commodore simply smirked at my protestations.

"Yours', huh?" He drawled in an authoritative way with a voice that was deep and resonating. It was the kind of voice you would hate to sound disappointed in you. "Funny, I don't see 'Property of Vixen' anywhere on this thief."

"He doesn't need to. I'll take you on myself! Don't let your cronies do your dirty work Commodore!" I hissed viciously. I'd been through too much with Sly, sacrificed so much for him too, and I'll be damned if I let this arrogant, smug Fox get in my way! Ancestry didn't mean anything now; it was me versus an obstacle.

"Becket," he called nonchalantly to the weasel who was glowering at Sly waiting for his next move. "Throw that worthless raccoon into the brig."

"Aye, Aye Ka'tin!" The weasel saluted and dragged Sly behind him to the depths of the ship. I almost felt a pang of jealousy at how easily the Commodore threw Sly into jail.

"You are dismissed as well, bosun." Ignatius gestured towards the crocodile.

"Are you sure, Commodore?"

"I'm sure I can handle myself, Mr. Argo." The crocodile grunted and excused himself reluctantly, but politely. Upon releasing my arms from his cold grip, I crumpled to the ground in a heap. Ignatius did not offer assistance to me as I rose unsteadily.

"Ever the gentlemen, aren't you?" I seethed. Ignatius cocked his head to the side, bemused.

"I never offer assistance to traitors. You wound me, Miss Fox." He smoothed his coat of nonexistent wrinkles and turned his cocoa gaze upon me. "How long has that young fellow been your target?" I inhaled sharply. It dawned on me I gave myself away, if being a Fox wasn't enough. "Creatures like us do not hide skeletons well. We leave in the open for the adoration of all who surround us. The Urge is unsatisfied; you've neglected your duties." I turned my face away, ashamed of his scrutinizing gaze.

"What would you know of The Urge?" I mumbled petulantly. It felt as though I was being scolded by my Father. Ignatius stroked his muzzle thoughtfully.

"Enough. I know how to control it if that is what you mean." He leaned down to me our eyes nearly level and the shadow of his hat covered us like a shared secret. "The Urge is a gift, Miss Fox, it allows us to succeed where all else fail. It allows we Fox, and our descendants, to eliminate all that defy justice."

"Our version of justice!" I interjected. I've been spending way too much time with Sly if my black and white was fading. Ignatius' eyes flickered with contempt until they chilled to his usual coolness.

"Yes. The Fox Family Justice. As my Father was taught by his, and was taught to me. The law saves us from ourselves and it would be wise of you to obey it." His words echoed everything I knew but hated to confess. There was a terrible clatter as Becket scurried from below panting and clutching a scrap of blue cloth.

"Ka'tin, the raccoon is gone and all that was left was this!" Ignatius narrowed his eyes, his pupils became slits, and he snatched the cloth from the cowering weasel. His lips curled back into a cruel sneer.

"Henriette." He growled "DAMN!"

Author's Note:

Thank you for reading! I realize the language is heavier but I feel we're at a point that they would be that frustrated! I also apologize for its' shortness but I'm at a lack for inspiration at the moment so any feedback would be greatly appreciated! As always, please review!