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Envy
His mother would say it was because Chase needed a companion after the divorce and his father would say it was because it would encourage exercise, but Chase knew the real reason he was finally getting a dog was because he had been asking for a pet all his life, and circumstance met opportunity in the form of his parent's divorce.
It turns out that the perfect dog is in the form of a gray mutt that is missing her hind leg. She is a rather small fellow; only comes up to Chase's knees; but what she lacks in size she makes up for in personality. She barks at every passerby on the way home and, to Chase's utter delight, snarls at his father the day he comes to collect his books.
Fate, it seems, has written it so that nothing works out in Chase's favor. Chase had seen evidence of this far too many times in his fifteen years, and so it shouldn't have come as a surprise to him when his mother had drunkenly run over that dog, and killed her. But it did. Wave after wave of shock, hate, and finally; emptiness washed over him until he was completely clean of anything else.
Two days later, instead of going to the pet cemetery, Chase goes to the dog run, and glares at the happily ignorant people there. And when Mr. Narkler and his greyhound innocently greet him and tell him how nice it is to see him getting some fresh air, Chase is immeasurably jealous of him, and he knows that's a second deadly sin he's committed against Mr. Narkler, and he also knows that he'll be put in freezing water in Hell for that.
But he's not ignorant of the fact that it won't be painful, because Chase can't feel anything anymore. Not a thing.
And he intends to keep it that way.