I was under Alyssa's paws, perfectly fine to get up and run. Something in my bones, something on my brain made me stop, for I no longer had a heart and I no longer would have a soul. My young body was to far scarred. I knew if I was around them much longer that I was going to die and many other people would die too. Too many people would die. I couldn't get up though. I tried to move. It was as if I was stuck like I was being controlled by a greater force. By a greater creature. I felt like a robot. I now didn't feel like an animal. Then I convinced my young body that my brain was too matured. Too matured for this world. That I would stay. That I would die being with a new family. A family so close I never knew I would miss both of them. Miss the two lovers. The people I would have considered an aunt and uncle. The people that I would snuggle next against when my mother and father figures were fine for too long. That when I cried because I felt a connection towards them I knew I had to leave. That I left them too early. That I missed my chance to die. That i had ran away so I wouldn't die. A coward I am. When all puzzle pieces come together and we understand. Understand that the puzzle pieces make a connection to all the horrible things in your life, and then find out that the thing making your life horrible was your relative. That your own relative would kill you. That your own relative did kill everything you touched. Everything you loved. Smashed and broken. Never to be seen again. Wiped off the face of the earth. I said when I grow up I wanted to act like a man. Not a fox. Abandoned by many skulks because of the gossip. We thought we had a good skulk. That we were okay! For once we would be okay! Nope. Hope was smashed. They turned us in. Turned us in for food they never got. Serves them right, but at the same time we got the worst deal. Robotic parts or death. I wished I would have died with my parents. Wish I would have been there. I wished he would kill me. I wished that the one who killed my parents was happy if I died. Wished he was happy so he wouldn't kill anyone else. Wished if I died he would stop. Beginning to mature like a man and not a fox. I figured he wouldn't stop. Not like a cowardly fox. No. He was a man and. He would never stop, never stop killing. I wanted to become a man. Wanted to be strong and brave. Not weak and cowardly. The wolves blame all foxes on our cowardly stunts. Wolves. Never proud of foxes. Never proud. They were wrong. Oh they were wrong. I wouldn't make them proud, oh no! The lion would make them proud. The enemies would make them proud.So I hoped they all die. Then again, I would be escaping death by the skin of my teeth. And they laughed,they all laughed. But they shouldn't of had. For I vixen longtooth would never let them live. Not with mom beside me.