[I need your guys's suggestions on who's POV you want me to write from. I mean of course I'm going to write a Mistoffelees one but that's at the end. So send me what POVs you want.
Same disclaimer as the last chapter.
Yeah…]
*Pouncival POV*
Yes.
It was me.
I'd seen Rimabeth dodge into around the outside alleys of the junkyard. A good half mile away from any of the dens. So I ran to the Queen Joint, telling Griddlebone where her dear Terricant was. I'd recognized her from that club. And I was glad I'd killed her.
I watched as Rimabeth fell to the ground. I wasn't so glad anymore. The guilt struck me like a ton of bricks, my eyes growing wide as everyone froze. What had I done? I had just killed… why had I done it? Rimabeth had never done anything to me. Why did I even hate her? All I'd ever done was hurt her. But she had never once attempted to get revenge. And now I'd killed her.
I stood up and ran from the junkyard, glancing over my shoulder every few seconds. I ran and ran, my paws starting to hurt. I slowed down as I came into a small street, the yellow lines below me as I sat down to catch my breath.
I turned around as I hear the motor running, the light directly in front of my eyes. Before darkness.
[ *happy dance* haha I killed pouncival. Ha…. Haha… hahaha. Ha…. :)
Reviews are much appretiacted. And yes I spelled that wrong, and no I'm not going to correct that. I know too many people who get annoyed by misspelling and I feel like being a nuisance today. ]