William slid through the door, eyeing the tiny puppy with pale gray eyes. His muddy brown fur was slightly dirty and wet from training with his brother, and his mate, Iika, was going to be upset when she saw the tracks in the den.

Even for being wolves, their den was highly sophisticated. They sectioned off little areas to be rooms, much like humans; one for eating, two for sleeping, and of course, the den entrance.

Their firstborn and only daughter, Meiku, had her own room while William and Iika shared theirs. He stepped lightly, despite his size, to the little nest of moss where the tiny being slept. He then reached down and licked her lightly, turning and padding quickly out and to his "room", where Iika waited patiently.

"Iika, I must go. I will be back before dawn." He said, grabbing his only red tie from his spot and slipping it around his neck. "Don't stay up for me."

Iika, looking oddly sad, looked up at him. "Will, do you love me?"

William didn't notice her solemn expression, nor the tears in her eyes. "Sure I do, honey. You should know better. See you in the morning." He said and was quickly gone.
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Iika looked at her daughter, still crying.

"He doesn't love you. It's wrong to keep it, it's tainted with a pimp's blood."

It was that voice again. "Who are you?" She asked the air.

"This is Jesus, son of God. That youngster will grow up to shame your family and be nothing but trouble. Your mate doesn't love you, and laughs every night saying your child was a mistake of fate. He has other bitches ( female dogs, people >_> ) to succumb to his every whim. Please, rid my father and I of this evil."

The voice was silk and calming, sounding true and reassuring. Iika lifted her head to the ceiling and smiled slowly as a tear escaped her eye. Slowly, she looked down at Meiku and a slow smile crept across her face. She bent her head and picked the pup up by her neck, and turned to walk outsideto avoid a mess to clean up.
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William came leaping in and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Iika with the pup, as if she were carrying her away. "W....Iika, what are you doing?" Now he noticed that she was crying. "Iika?"

"Do it, quick! Show this pimp what happens when he makes tainted pups!" The voice shouted in her head. Iika looked at William and smiled, Meiku still in her mouth. She then threw the pup up in the air, smiling at William's terrified stare follow the one-month-old puppy. As she came down, Iika lept and bit into Meiku's neck.

A small squeak noise crept from the tiny animal's throat as it died, blood staining the den. William, before he thought, lept at Iika and began to tear her flesh. Flesh fron bone, fat from flesh. He didn't stop until he was covered in blood, the den so stained it would have been thought to be originally blood-red.

His head snapped up as his older brother, who he called "The Creepy Thing" because of all his scars, stepped into the horror.

"....William...." he said after a moment, soaking in the trechary before him. "Will, what's happened to you? What? W-why did you kill her?"

William, standing above the bodies, knew he was referring to Meiku. Not Iika. He realized he was smiling. He enjoyed killing. "Just stay out of my way," he smirked. "Or I'll kill you too, 'dear' brother."

William licked his lips then, chuckling at his brother's petrified horror, and lept out the den entrance...
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The Boogy Man jerked up from his sleep, his red-orange eyes wide in shock, his breething rapid from the dream. "What possesses me to do this?" He asked himself. Rightfully, he didn't know. He liked to kill, yes, but he was unsure of his "true motive". "Is it to irritate TCT, to get revenge?"

He didn't know anymore. He barely remembered his past, his true name, what he was like. He didn't even know who his parents were. All he knew, was killing and TCT... Who he was to kill.

Questions raced through his head. Can I kill him? How will I? Can I bring myself to that level? Will he kill me? Will we die together? Questions, to which, answers would come soon enough. "But when?"

His head jerked up when he heard familiar footfall outside of his current reside near the river. He found the small niche in the stony wall the night before, right near the blue-green river to provide an easy escape. Didn't look so easy now.

His head lowered as a large shape entered the denway, long tail, scars and all. He stood defensively and flicked his own cat-like tail, snarling as drool began to escape his maw.
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The Creepy Thing recognized that snarl. Though the day was anew, he could see his brother's red-orange glare in back of the cavern. He too, redied for battle. But it was too late, the large mass of his brother slammed into him, tearing at flesh and snarling.

This was one instant that The Creepy Thing reacted by pure instinct; jumping backwards and falling off the edge, his brother going with him. In a breif moment, the two heavy masses slammed like lead weights into the water, still fighting. The blue-green water now had tints of red, and patches of white and muddy-brown fur.
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To be Continued in:
Insanity: Alone