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_Here he was again, alone on the playground with no one to play with. He watched all the other kids playing on the swings, teeter-totters, monkey bars, or just running around chasing each other. He sat down on the steps leading up to the school, a sad, beaten-down look hung on his face. He sighed to himself.

"At least no one's bothering me," he mused, trying to find a bright side to his miserable existence.

No sooner had he spoken those words when he saw a group of three lions approaching him. He looked around, knowing that he wasn't going to escape their wrath. The middle lion, the biggest of the three, walked up to him, his face the picture of anger.

"Get up, tubby," ordered the big lion. "I heard about what you tried to do to my sister!"

Isaac shivered as he stood up, his knees practically rattling against each other. He hoped he could talk them out of the almost inevitable ass beating he was about to receive.

"I didn't do nothin' to your sister, Leland!" whined Isaac. "I just told her that she was pretty!"

"That ain't what she said!" snapped the lion. "She said you tried to rape her!"

Isaac tried to fight back the tears, but it was no use. All three of the lions could see that he was crying and they were about to strike. Overweight and slow as he was, Isaac tried to run away from them, but didn't get very far. Leland grabbed a hold of his shirt collar and threw him to the ground, his nose hitting the hard pavement. Screaming and crying, he cowered into a fetal position as he felt the three assailants feet kicking him hard. If this wasn't bad enough, a crowd of students were gathered around him cheering on the attackers, some of them even screaming "Kill him!". Beaten at home, beaten at school, Isaac wished he could just die._

Isaac jumped out of bed, his heart pounding a hundred miles an hour, his face covered in sweat. No matter how many years went by, no matter how far away he was from his home town in Texas, he couldn't stop the dreams from happening. Covering his face, he ran into the bathroom and hopped in the shower. He turned the water to hot, hoping to scrub away the sweat that had caked on his fur from yet another nightmare about his past. Picking up the luffa sponge, coating it with body wash. He scrubbed and scrubbed at his fur, trying to get clean. Minutes passed, and the heat of the water was finally soothing his jangled nerves. He rinsed the remainder of the suds out of his fur, turned off the water and dried himself off. Just before leaving the bathroom, he stopped by the sink. Looking at his physique in the mirror, he grinned, proud of what he was now.

"I'd like to see that Leland try to kick me now," he said with a twisted smile. "I'd rape that sister of his right in front of his eyes!"

With the thought of what he would like to do to his assailants from all those years ago running through his mind, Isaac happily got dressed. He would have to be at the gym in just over an hour for a morning session with one of his biggest clients, the deputy mayor of the city. The tiger never dared to be late for him, as he was sure to run to his boss, Mr. Atlas and complain. Isaac threw on one of his many Everlast t-shirts, then his underwear and pants. Sitting on his bed, he put his shoes and socks on, all the while looking at his headboard, at the ten perfectly carved tally marks in his headboard. Once he was fully dressed, he reached over to the headboard, running his paw along those ten gorgeous tally marks that he had crafted into the headboard, a sick smile shown on his face.

"Maybe I can get it up to eleven soon?" he said to himself.

With his duffel bag in paw, he was ready to head out for another day at the gym. Stopping at the fridge first, he opened the door to pour himself a glass of orange juice, but heard a very loud knocking at his front door before he could pour a drop. Startled, he went to the door and gazed through the peephole, it was that leopard detective again! Only this time he wasn't alone. Opening the door, he watched in horror as over a dozen cops came swarming into his apartment.

"What the hell is this about?" he demanded to know.

"Search warrant, Mr. Burwell," said Leo, handing the tiger a legal document. "This authorizes us to search your residence and your vehicle. I'm going to need the keys to your car, sir."

Rather than comply with the detectives order, Isaac ran over to the bookcases. Several police officers were rummaging around through the tiger's trophies, and this was simply intolerable to Isaac.

"Hey," he yelled at them. "Don't you touch those!"

"You'd better calm down, Mr. Burwell," warned Detective Brian O'Connor, standing in the tiger's path. "We have a legal right to do this."

Enraged, the tiger spat on O'Connor's face before punching him in the stomach and sending him sprawling to the floor. Strong as he was, the tiger was no match for all the officers, who were armed with batons and guns. The tiger tried fighting back as several cops struggled to tackle him. Detective Lowenstein knew just how to deal with this situation. With one well placed kick to the crotch, Isaac fell to the floor, roaring in pain. He curled into the same fetal position as he did all those years ago when Leland and the other two lions kicked him without mercy. There was no fight left in him as he felt his paws being pulled behind his back and the cuffs being latched onto his wrists.

"Really stupid, Mr. Burwell," said Detective Lowenstein. "You're under arrest for assaulting a police officer. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you can't afford an attorney one will be appointed to you without charge. Do you understand these rights as I've read them to you, Mr. Burwell?"

"Ah, fuck you!" yelled the tiger, still reeling in pain.

Detective Patrick Byrne ran over to assist his partner, who was still on the floor. "Brian, whatever you do, don't touch your face! Guys! Haul that asshole out to the car and get a CSU member over here for Brian!"

Leo watched as several uniform officers dragged Isaac out of the apartment. Glad that the situation was under control, he walked over to Detective O'Connor. "I think he gave us just what we were looking for, Brian."

Isaac was in an interrogation room at the precinct house with his lawyer, Mr. Scott Russell, a tiger who was also one of his clients at the gym. The two had been kept waiting for ages before Dr. Lowenstein finally walked in the room and sat down across the table from them.

"Are you going to process my client yet, Detective?" asked Scott as he opened his brief case.

"Not yet," said the leopard flatly.

"I want him either charged or released," ordered the tiger. "Mr. Burwell has told me he's already missed a very important training session with the deputy mayor and he'll miss even more if you don't arraign him so he can post bail."

"Oh, he doesn't have to worry about work," said Leo, crossing his arms.

"Why?" asked Scott. "Has Mr. Atlas given him the day off in light of these ridiculous murder charges you're harassing my client with?"

"No," said the leopard, shaking his head. "When I went to Mt. Olympus Gym and informed Mr. Atlas that Mr. Burwell missed his training session with the deputy mayor because he was arrested for assaulting a police officer during the execution of a search warrant at his apartment to collect evidence for a murder, Mr. Atlas got very, very upset." Leo reached into his pocket, taking out a pink form and handing it to Scott. "Mr. Atlas informed me that you are no longer an employee of Mt. Olympus Gym."

"What?" snarled Isaac as he started to stand up, but was pushed back down to his seat by the two uniform officers that Leo had brought with him.

"After the deputy mayor complained about your not showing up for his training session and I told him that you were assaulting police, Mr. Atlas decided that he didn't want to have someone like that in his employ. I guess the deputy mayor kind of frowns on guys who hit cops . . . as well as those who kill females."

"I didn't kill anyone!" snarled Isaac.

"Isaac, for God's sake, would you shut up?" pleaded Scott. "Mr. Burwell denies having anything to do with the murder of Ms. Marquez or anyone else."

"His DNA will tell a different story, I'm afraid," countered Leo. "We found semen inside of Ms. Marquez. What's wrong, genius? You forget to wear a rubber that night, or did it just break?"

"I read the search warrant, Detective," stated Scott. "It didn't cover gathering DNA from Mr. Burwell, and he's not volunteering to give a sample either."

"He doesn't have to. He already gave us a sample when he spat on Detective O'Connor. I put a rush on that sample to be tested as soon as possible. What are the chances that it's going to be the exact same DNA as we found inside of Ms. Marquez?"

"Even if it matches," said Scott. "That only proves he had sex with Ms. Marquez. It doesn't prove murder."

At this point, Leo decided to shift gears in the interrogation. "When we were looking around your apartment, Mr. Burwell, I happened to notice something very odd in your bedroom. You have ten tally marks carved on your headboard. I find that very peculiar, given that your apartment is so clean, organized and spotless. Why would you deface such a lovely piece of furniture like that? What's the significance of those ten tally marks?"

"Just women that I've fucked," boosted the tiger.

"Isaac, shut up!" ordered his attorney.

"Women that you've fucked . . . then killed?" inquired the leopard.

Isaac just folded his arms, staring hatefully at the spotted cat. Leo was waiting for his attorney to state the obvious, and he didn't disapoint.

"You don't have anything to validate that theory, Detective," observed the lawyer.

"Don't I?" said the leopard. Getting up from his seat. He opened the door, calling out for someone to come in the room with them. A moment later, Detective Jay Shannon Jr. appeared holding a small lock box in his paws, along with a lioness wearing a business suit. "Gentleman, this is Detective Shannon and Assistant District Attorney Ms. Laura McCoy. I wanted her to be present for this."

"For what?" asked the tiger attorney, growing annoyed with the leopard's act.

"You see," said Leo, sitting back down. "I've been a cop for a long time, seen a lot of horrible, terrible things in my career, but I've never had to deal with a serial killer yet. That said, I'm also a voracious reader, and one of the things that I've read about serial killers is that they often take little trophies from their victims. You know, earrings, necklaces, some kind of personal effects."

"Where are you going with this, Detective?" asked the tiger lawyer.

"Where I'm going with this is that when I told Mr. Atlas what happened this morning and he said that you were fired, I also watched as he went to your locker, opened it up and threw everything of yours into the dumpster. One of those being the lock box that Detective Shannon has in his paws."

"That warrant didn't cover the locker at his place of employment," argued Scott.

"He didn't need a warrant," said Ms. McCoy. "Once Mr. Burwell's employment was terminated and Mr. Atlas disposed of his property by throwing it in a dumpster, it became fair game for us to take possession of it."

"I took the liberty of jimmying the lock open," said Leo. "Detective Shannon, would you please show the class what we found inside of the box?"

Isaac watched, eyes wide open as the jaguar opened the creaky metal lock box. One by one, he slowly placed photo ID cards or driver's licenses on the table. There were ten in all. The tiger looked over at Detective Lowenstein.

"I looked up the status of all those females, Mr. Burwell. Ms. Marquez we already found, Ms. Kllimenko and Ms. Foreman happen to be missing persons cases of mine, and the other seven are also missing."

Scott whispered something into Isaac's ear, who whispered back to him. "What are you saying all of this means, Detective?"

"What I'm saying is that those ten females are represented by the ten notches on Mr. Burwell's headboard. I think Mr. Burwell had sex with all those females and then killed them."

"You can't prove that," snarled Scott. "You don't even have bodies for the other nine!"

"Mr. Russell," began Ms. McCoy. "When we get the DNA results back and if they match your client, I'm prepared to charge him with first degree murder."

"You're joking!" snapped Scott.

"No I'm not, Mr. Russell," the lioness said seriously. "Because of the heinous nature of the crime, I'll also be recommending the death penalty for this case."

"Juries despise lady killers, Mr. Burwell," observed Leo. "All they have to do is see the crime scene photos we took of Ms. Marquez and they'll want to stick the needle in your arm themselves."

Isaac took a deep breath, assessing his situation. "What do I have to do to keep the death penalty off the table?"

"Isaac, shut the hell up!" snapped Scott. "Don't tell them . . ."

"No, you shut up!" growled Isaac back at his attorney. "In fact, you're fired! Go on, get the fuck out of here! What good are you anyway?"

Sighing, Mr. Russell closed his briefcase. "Fine," he said. "I'll be happier having Henry as my personal trainer anyway."

Isaac scowled as he watched his former attorney leave the room. He looked back at the leopard and lioness. "Well? What do I have to do?"

"You make a full confession about how you killed those females and where you buried them and I'm prepared to offer you life without parole," stated Ms. McCoy.

"Fine," snarled Isaac. "I'm sick of all the sneaking around anyway."

Leo looked over at Jay. "Detective Shannon, would you go tell Captain Murray that we're going to need a video technician for a confession?"

Jay left the room to inform the Captain of what was going on. Ms. McCoy got into her own briefcase and handed the tiger a piece of paper. "I'll need you to sign this document stating that you understand that you're confessing to these alleged crimes and I'm going to need you to write an explanation of why you fired your attorney, Mr. Burwell."

Isaac snatched the piece of paper from her paws, checking several boxes next to questions on the paper before signing his name and filling out the explanation that Ms. McCoy requested. He threw the paper back at her, folding his arms and glaring with utter hatred at the lioness.

"I would have killed you too, bitch."