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DolphinAngel 14 - Thanks, and yes, that's what I aim for in my writing. That poetic style is my edge.

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Virtues Chapter 2

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My Scarlet wrists occupied no space of my mind. My sullen eyes watched her moved. She still did not even sense how tense I was around her, or how she had corrupted my heart, my mind, my virtues. Salt formed at the edges of my eyes. I hadn't blinked for minutes. I was always looking to her.

I know she had no idea. I could always register the slightest evidence, of any sort of tensity, in any situation. She only showed me her relaxed lifestyle and careless traits. Few minutes ticked by before she had left my sight. The hams and I were just outside the clubhouse on the cool, fresh grass. They had departed for their homes and to their owners.

The last Ham out of my sight was Sandy. Her ponytail swung elegantly behind her. My eyes ticked over her relaxing image. When she too, was out of my sight, I looked down at my hands. The dirk I had been clutching previously left deep cuts in my hand. The blood had flowed to my wrists and beyond. I looked like an idiotic killer. Hurting for no reason…I had a reason.

My paws took me along the path she had been walking last, it hasn't even started yet. But I feel black in my heart. I would gravely hurt her. But I will only hurt her to what extremities as to which she has harmed me. Then so perhaps she will know through receiving this harm she will note my harm.

I loved her, I loved all of them…not in a professional manner, strictly through my thoughts and observation of them. I grew to deeply love them. They were close to my heart, to the very centre, of my virtues. But she was past the centre, and past my contemplation. So she would know, eventually.

Darkness leaped into the sunset. So the moon came to be my guide. I was not far from her, not within the proximity of my eyes… but close any how. Pebbles beneath my paws tumbled over one-another. Gradually the strength of my kicking increased, and I kicked the bigger stones. Surely she heard those, she would now know she was being followed. I quickened my strides, as I knew her pace would quicken. And, obviously, with my stride increase. So the strength of my kicks, and so then, the noise increased.

Her fear was on the tip of my noise, trying to get away. She wouldn't get far. As my thoughts fermented, my idea's grew with their complexity. I reached a sort of crossroad, with a straight road in front of me, and an alleyway to both, my left and right. Knowing that she lived North-East of this crossroad, I took the alley to my right.

I knew that she went straight, her scent became diluted on my nose. So I would cut her off a few minutes before she reach her home. The safety of her home was my true enemy. I was fast, even my shadows trailed behind me. My thoughts failed to keep up with me. I had to slow down. I had, surely, by-passed her a long-time ago.

After some time I had reached her house. And lost her…

I had been running to quickly to think, well, think properly anyway. I hadn't even noticed she had went a different way. I couldn't smell her at all. Her unique smell. Her peaceful smell. Her smell of fear.

I sprinted vigorously to the nearest building. It was a tall house. Very tall, it cast darkness over everything. I touched the wall of it with my paw and tried to climb it. It was difficult. It was taller than most high-rise apartments in the middle of the city. When I reached the top I ran to the opposite side and scanned the horizon.

Nothing, no smell, no sense and no scent. I went from one building to another to find my darling prey.

My search took me well into the city. Finally, above a moderate sized structure. I smelt it. The faint smell of fear.

I loved the smell, it told me she was scared to death. Frightened for her life. And she was still, frantically trying to get away.

My search for her, the running, the climbing. It had left my feet and paws red and bleeding. My hands were already bleeding from holding the dirk, but the search had increased its blood flow.

I leaped from the building to the cold ground. My jump had splashed it scarlet with blood. There I followed the scent. Again… the same events as before happened. Just continually following the scent and making her too terrified to look behind every corner.

Soon enough I was at her side, yes, literally next to her. But, there was a concrete wall dividing us. Large, hard, and tough. It went endlessly. I began to climb it. The wall was not like the other ones. It was smooth and slippery. I punctured my nails tightly into it to be able to scale it. Ha, more contribution to the blood on my paws.

The top came to me in a midst of deep concentration in my search. I walked silently along the top. She walked frantically below.

I had to make her feel pain, I was not a murderer. Not literal pain. But pain, and emotions of what would happen to her. I do not intend to hurt her.

If I jumped down, she would immediately notice me. I plucked one of the damaged fingernails from my paw. I threw away to her left, I was on her right. When she looked away to find what had fallen I aimed to jump down as silent as I could, so as she would not notice me.

She looked back towards her original direction and walked right into my gaze. We were less than a centimetre away from each other. She bellowed an ear-piercing scream that came right from the very centre of her lungs. Or, she would have… If I hadn't put my hand across her mouth to make sure no one heard.

I looked deep into her eyes and heart. Pashmina's heart… Yes, Pashmina

I wondered what she was thinking. Did she think I was going to kill her? Or was I mugging her? Perhaps she thought I was simply walking the same way and that she had simply just "bumped into me".

None of these were acceptable.

I put my hand to her throat, but I did not clench it. Instead I pushed her onto the icy ground below her.

' Please, B-B-Boss. What's wrong ? W-Why are you doing this?' She sobbed at me. ' Don't rape me, Please Boss. Please!'

Rape. Rape? She thought I wanted to rape her? That was another one of the biggest insults anyone had ever given me. She would feel that pain as well. I picked her up and made her feel she was about to die. With tormenting her, I had chance of changing her pervicacious way of living. Of destroying me.

Whenever I picked her up I would throw her back down again. Whenever she tried to run I would simply push her against the wall and then throw her down again. Hours went by. My effort was contempt. I kept going until I simply stopped, sank to my knees and dropped her, I gave her the opportunity to flee. She did not.

Bending down to me and looking me in the face; Pashmina held my hand and looked into my eyes, I rested my eyes on hers. Dried salt in the corners of her eyes showed she had been crying. I was wrong, she cared deeply for my virtues. I was scorned that I had did so much to her, when she actually understood me.

She nodded, I nodded. We both got up and she broke the contact of our watery eyes. I felt like ending the story, the corruption of endless memories and

As her eyes departed the loving gaze, I stared blankly at the empty place she had left me. I was up to my neck with continuos thoughts and emotions rushing to the back of my mind. Bottled there for so long they had finally exploded. I punched the wall that was next to me. The very same which I was perched on, angrily stalking Pashmina. My knuckles shattered, spilling the contents of them over the cement.

The agony of the blow I gave the wall blew my hardy discipline. I yelled for hell, for more pain. I punched the wall again, with the same knuckle. I emptied the remnants over the old blood and gore I had already placed on the it. I Turned away from the wall and collapsed into a sitting position.

For a second I felt nothing. Until I saw the red spilled over the ground. I had sat in a position that allowed the dirk the I safeguarded in the pockets of my fur, the chance to plunge directly into my stomach.

I stayed there bleeding. Waiting, but for what? I didn't care anymore.

But still, it was not quite over yet. This would have to have a ending that suited my wellbeing…

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I'll see if I can update sooner this time… but I can't really promise you too much. I'm not reliable with that updating thing.