Krystal read the letters to Fox. They started out okay. But the letters soon began changing once she started reading the more recent ones.
"I can only wish to understand the pain you are going through."
She was worried about how he, the fox who broke her heart, felt?
"I could almost feel your tears."
She could what?
"It's only a matter of time before we are reunited."
Not as weird as the tear thing.
"Never again will I let anything separate us."
Fox definitely did not like where she was going.
"And so it is my duty to bring you home. You'll never again have to spend those lonely nights crying in bed."
How did she know? Was she stalking him? Fox wanted nothing more than to escape.
"But you'll still have to be punished."
What? That wouldn't have surprised Fox if she had not read to him those love letters. The contradictory nature of everything worried Fox. Everything seemed predictable, yet unpredictable. She clearly loved him, yet there was still a bit of anger and hate left in her voice. Plus, the air was filled with both danger and safety. Fox thrashed about as panic began to set in.
"There's nothing you have to hide from me any longer, since I now know your secrets. I know about your ex-girlfriends. I know about your... 'friendship' with Falco... and Wolf. I know how much you liked dress-up and those chick-flicks."
Fox calmed down as the hopelessness and despair began to set in. She knew everything about him, especially the things he never wanted anyone else to know.
"Don't cry anymore since we'll soon be together forever."
Krystal left the letters on the nightstand as she looked at her clearly disturbed mate. Everything his paranoia fed him was true. She was stalking him, she did know his deepest, darkest secrets, and she still wanted to punish him. Fox shuddered at the thought of what she might do to him. She wasn't going to kill him. Unless...
Unless she was as crazy and dangerous as he had previously thought. Fox began to worry about what she was capable of doing. His biggest worry was that this was going to end in a murder-suicide. She no longer seemed incapable of anything.
But how would she go about doing it? Poison would seem logical. It's quick, easy, and usually doesn't leave any messy blood to clean up.
But there was something else, something in his dream he saw. The bricks. Fox remembered seeing a small "room" with some bricks nearby. Would she really entomb them both alive? Didn't seem unlikely to a fox whose paranoid fantasies were being proven true.
"Good night, Foxy."
A tranquilizer dart quickly knocked Fox out.