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Hey, I'm back! I'm on 2nd Chapter already! Besides I wrote a prologue too! No one reviewed for chapter 1! *sighs* I was so disappointed! I did get 4 reviews on the prologue so I shouldn't complain, but I NEED feedback! Especially now that the story is officially started! *sobs* I am really looking forward to hearing what you think of this so far! Well, here goes!

Chapter 2

Blood On One's Hands

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Solid. Flat. Rich. Soft. Powdery. Brown. Comfortable. Soft, rich brown soil lay beneath Me. Above Me, Nothing? Open- Air. Blue and White Up High. Light and Warm, Lots. Heck, I Like Here! There was nothing above Me except The Sky. It was heaven to feel The Sunlight and Open Air on My Scales as a substitute for a hard surface nearly crushing Me. The Soil was also a pleasant change. My forked Tongue flickered in and out of My Mouth, tasting The Smells of The Atmosphere around Me. Delicious.

I wriggled excitedly, then stretched out to rest in The Sunrays. Through the corner of My Eye I saw something of a brownish color hopping away. It alive, like Me. It like Me, alive, living, breathing creature! I felt a kind of union with it because of this. "Hello?" The Creature looked at Me and dashed into a forest of green stuff. I sighed. Oh Well. Never Mind. I didn't know what I was, why I was what I was, or what part the toad- for that's what The Creature was- had played in this, otherwise I might have cared more. Green Stuff Neat. Long, Flat, Shiny, Green, Alive- not like Me though. Not Creature. Smell Nice. Rest. Enjoy. Here Nice. Sleep…

I woke to the sound of claw-steps nearby. I lay still, and glanced in the direction the sound was coming from. Big monster coming. It was covered with soft, warm, delicate, brown stuff. Globby red stuff hung from the bottom of its head. Some of the same stuff stuck up from the top of it. It had cruel, beady black eyes, and thin, strait orange legs with sharp orange claws. A sharp orange thing with a horizontal crack down the middle jutted out of its face a bit below its eyes.

The sharp orange thing came down, again and again and again. I barely managed to get out of the way each time. My thoughts jumped all the place as I dodged attacks. I knew if I didn't do something it would get Me. It trying to- to- kill Me. Why? It not trying eat Me I think. Maybe just cause it feels like it. Kill is soooo cruel. After all I've gone through to get out. "Me hate you, you Cruel Murdering Monster!" Hate and Anger built up in me, and in my eyes. Who knows how many Creatures have died by that monster!

I GLARED at It, HATE and ANGER shooting from My Eyes. If looks could kill that monster would be dead. Infact, it was. A moment after it met My Gaze It collapsed in a still, crumpled heap and Its eyes glazed over for the last time.

I stared at It in shock and horror of what I had done. I smelled it and slithered over it to make sure. It's DEAD. I MURDERED It. Kill is CRUEL. I KILL It. I could have gotten away without killing it. I KILLED! I just as bad as It. A cold shiver ran down my spine. I didn't know that that if the 'monster'- The Hogwarts Rooster- had lived long enough to crow at next dawn that would have been the end of me. I doubt that knowing would have given Me any comfort.

It tried to kill Me. Me just bein' defen-s-of (she means being defensive). I tried to reassure myself, but even as I slithered quickly away, into the forest of green stuff, I still couldn't shake off the intense feeling of guilt.

Nothing can get to One like blood on One's hands.

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