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The breaths we shared were worse than throbbing pain.

His chest was warm with sexual desire and I'm sure mine was no different. I couldn't really describe the chronological process that led us to our current position on the floor. Our shirts were off and our bodies were stacked; His voice was coarse and his horniness was overflowing his mind. My thoughts drifted away and I knew that I was lucky to still have my brain in control. Mike on the other hand was being controlled by the mind below his waist. It was my fault this was happening and I was praying it wasn't too late to fix it.

His neck pulled his head off the ground so that he could reach my lips once again. I was scared to let him know my feelings so I acted back, kissing maybe twice as flirtatiously as him. My dramatic skills were outstanding; I knew this because he actually believed that I wanted what was happening. He pulled his lips away from mine and looked me in the eyes. I looked back with no emotion at all. "God you're so hot," he whispered under his breath.

"What're we doing Mike?" I replied as I broke eye contact. His eyes widened slightly and his head tilted.

"It's called kissing," he laughed, "and it was your idea."

"This is going to end up more than just kissing and we both know it." I looked back into his eyes and tried to make out the emotions he was feeling. I couldn't tell if it was understanding or disappointment.

"Are you saying you don't want this to be more than just kissing?" He asked, or should I say his penis asked.

"I'm not even sure if I want that." His confusion began to surpass mine. Sure I was confused about my feelings, but I could only guess the confusion I was forcing upon him. "Look, it's not you I swear, I'm just not fully sure on what I'm getting myself into." He shook his head and chuckled a little.

"I like you Nate, a lot, and I can tell you like me too. That's all that's going here; we're just two guys enjoying each other's company."

"Yeah I get that, but the thing is I'm not sure that it's your company I want," I confessed shamefully.

"Cyd?"

"Yeah."

"I've told you before he's not good company Nate. He's just using you." Just because he continued to repeat it, didn't mean I fully believed it. I guess my mind is a bit bi-polar.

"I don't know that for sure Mike, I only know what you and Cyd have told me. How am I supposed to completely ignore my heart on ideas that could not even be true?"

"Because I've known Cyd for years and I know he hasn't changed." There it was again, another reminder that Mike and Cyd have a past that they aren't telling me about. I was tired of sitting back and accepting all the facts or lies that they handed to me; I wanted to know what they weren't telling me.

"What exactly happened between you and him? Before he moved to Vegas?" His voice and face froze up in fear; it was an indication that I was definitely on to something.

"Nothing happened, we were just friends," Mike replied. I could easily tell he was lying through his teeth.

"I'm not stupid Mike. Something happened between you two and neither of you will tell me. I don't know how to trust either of you if you guys won't tell me why you hate each other so much." His flushed look grew worse and his eyes flickered as he stared at my chest. I knew he was refraining from eye contact and his goal was to look through me, not at me. The movement of his eyes made it look like he was reading a book, or maybe he was reading his mind.

"Cyd used to be my boyfriend," he confessed. His ghostly stare did not change, but mine was fixed on his eyes. Something in my mind expected this, but instead of overreacting, I waited and listened. "We had been dating for over two years, and I have to admit it was a wonderful two years. Our relationship was very romantic and intimate, and we shared many good times together." He finally broke his concentration and looked up into my eyes. Once again, I waited.

"About a week before my birthday he proposed to me; he said it was an early birthday present. You probably already can tell that I'm not the committed type. I loved being with him and I loved being his mate, but I lived the wild life and I still wanted to take risks and have fun and be teenager for last few years I could." I looked in his eyes and he looked back in mind, but something just didn't seem right. I could see his passion and emotion, but it wasn't as strong as it should've been. I can tell what love is, and he wasn't showing that in his eyes.

I'm not saying the story wasn't true, I'm saying it's not completely true.

"So you said no?" I asked, holding back all suspicion.

"Yea I did and he hasn't even looked at me since then. Well, not until you two came back into town." I bit my bottom lip and I looked away from him. I was starting to see more clearly and be more aware of my surroundings. It felt good. I felt in control. "You can't tell Cyd that I told you Nate, for his sake."

"Don't worry, I won't," I lied.

A plan had begun to form in my head. With this plan I hoped to find the truth about Cyd and Mike. I hoped to find out which one I could trust, which one I was safe with. To do that, I had to get the story from the other side. I had to talk to Cyd.

"I'm sorry to leave right now, but I really have to pee," I said to him as I picked myself up from his body. Once I was on my feet, he lifted his torso up and supported it with one elbow. "Can you hand me my shirt?"

"Yea sure," he said, "you okay?"

"Yea, I'm fine." I faked a smile and slid the cloth over my body, messing up my head fur. I quickly brushed it back down and made my way towards the door.

"Hey Nate," he asked cautiously. I turned around and gave him notice that I was listening. His face look worried and I felt like he had an idea of what was going on. "Don't take too long,"

"Don't worry, I'll hurry."

Damn I'm a good liar.

I unlocked the door and proceeded through it. The blaring music filled my ears once again and I took a deep breath before continuing into the large crowd of people. The worry-free environment that I once created was being enjoyed by everyone. Everyone except me that is.

I quickly scanned the crowd as I walked, looking for one greyhound in particular; one with a petite figure and a quite colorful Mohawk. He was nowhere to be seen, but he was my only way to get to Cyd. I tried to be as gentle as possible as I passed from person to person, but in some cases I had to push pretty hard to make my way between two dancing animals.

My ears perked up high and a quick sting filled my lower back as someone from the crowd took a jerk at my tail. I wanted to rip myself around and growl loudly at whoever it was, but being the nice guy that I am, I refrained. I turned around nonchalantly and faced my attacker: a tall, brown and white Collie. His green eyes were gorgeous, but I tried my best not to look at them. After all, he did just take a tug at my tail.

"Sorry about that sweetheart, I just wanted to say great job tonight. I saw you up on stage tonight; that speech was amazing." I blushed a bit and thought to myself how weird it was for him to compliment me at this exact moment. It was like karma knew I needed some cheering up.

"Thanks, really, but I'm in a bit of a hurry right now," I replied. I truly was grateful, but I had things to do.

"Well whatever it is I'm sure it can wait ten minutes while I buy you a drink."

Oh god. I already had Mike and Cyd to worry about, please tell me this guy wasn't trying to pick me up too.

"Sorry, I'm taken," I replied hastily, hopefully avoiding future drama.

"Don't worry, I am too," he laughed, "I'm asking you as a friend; it's just one drink." He did have a friendly smile and his eyes were very inviting, but I couldn't let that bring me in. I still had to find Ralph before Mike came looking for me and I have no idea how I'll talk myself out of that one. I gave the Collie a small grin and spoke to him as nicely as I could."

"I'm sorry, but I'm in a hurry. If I ever run into you again I'll take you up on that offer," I said. His smile never lowered a bit and he looked as though he was planning on seeing me again. With the thousand to one odds, it was nearly impossible, but I still believed he may be right.

"A rain check it is Nate, don't think I won't forget." I barely understood his words; I was distracted by something else. I was distracted by something that made my heart drop and my throat close and my mind began to think that I had finally lost it. Standing behind this Collie was my brother, once again flooding my mind like a haunting dream. He lifted up his paw and gave me a come-here like motion and then began to walk away. Without any thought or adieu to the Collie, I followed hastily.

He drifted through the crowed as though there was a specific path he was following, a path that no one blocked or passed through. I on the other hand pushed through people hard, dismissing anyone who got in my way. It was hard to keep up with Luke, but I somehow managed to do it. Anytime I began to get left behind or slowed down, he seemed to do the same. Still looking forward, I noticed that Luke had stopped against the back wall. He lifted up one finger to his mouth, giving me a small, silent shush. He reached his paw down to a door handle and then looked back up at me; I understood exactly what he was saying to me.

I continued my way up to the door and reached down at the handle. Turning it slowly, I took a deep breath and tried to be as silent as I possibly could. The door steadily opened wider and wider and when it was just big enough for me to get through, I squeezed my way into the crack.

The daylight shined into my eyes and I felt the sun's warmth begin to burn into my arms. I walked gradually, trying my best not to make too much noise. I didn't know why Luke wanted me to come into this back alley, but I knew he did have a reason, an important reason. The way he hinted at me to be quiet showed me that it was a necessity for me to make as little of noise as I possibly can. The smallest sound could ruin whatever it was I was supposed to do. Like I said, I didn't know why, but I knew it was important.

I kept close to the wall, hugging my back to it as if I was a member of the Special Ops. The alley was long and narrow and there was only one direction it allowed you to go. I didn't like the prisoner feeling, but I guess it was a better navigation system than midgets singing "follow the yellow brick road". I continued to creep down the walkway, putting one foot in front of the other, not letting my feed shuffle or slide a bit.

When I began to approach the sharp corner at the edge of the path, soft whispers seeped into my ears like a high viscosity liquid. The voices were faint, but even the low volume made my heart burst into overdrive. I could feel the adrenaline as if it were a drug, making my heart beat nearly double its tempo. The worst part of all was that the voices were very familiar. Not just one of them, all of them.

I didn't alter my closeness to the wall, continuing my Spec-Ops position. I couldn't make out what the voices were saying no matter how hard I tried. My mind was in frenzy and panic and I decided to make a gutsy move. I slowly leaned around the corner, trying to see even a glimpse of the people without revealing myself in the process. When I got one of my eyes into view, I stopped my action immediately to prevent exposure. The first guy was easily identifiable, they only Greyhound I've ever known, Ralph.

The sight of the second guy made me forget how to breathe. His face was one I couldn't forget and his insanely annoying laugh could drive me to an instant headache. This Hyena I've only seen once before and for some reason I thought it would be the last. I guess my bad luck streak wasn't being broken anytime soon, because this was the man who raided my house. This was the man who referred to me as "the fag"; this was the man that wanted to kill me.

At first I figured that Ralph was being threatened or harassed, but judging by the looks on their faces, that was definitely not that case. They were smiling, and laughing, and I could tell that they've known each other for a while; they looked like friends. A bright ray of sunshine reflected from the hands of the Hyena. It grabbed my attention like a claw from the dark. My eyes fixated on the area as another ray shined off of the mirror-like surface. The object he was holding was a combination of metallic black and polished silver and to me it was the symbol of the ultimate death machine.

I ripped my head back and slammed my body against the wall. My mind was still trying to wrap itself around the concept of betrayal. I became more conscious of my breathing, counting each breath I took and how long I took it for. I couldn't help but notice every trivial aspect of my life. My mind was coping with reality by focusing on things that didn't matter and forgetting all that did.

Now I needed to find Cyd more than ever. He was in danger just as much as I was, but he didn't know who to watch out for. Ralph was my only way to get to Cyd, but now I knew he couldn't be trusted.

I turned and began to walk swiftly to the back door of Envy. My lightheadedness was nauseating, but I had to stay strong. I ripped open the door and took a quick glance behind me. Ralph and the Hyena were both walking towards me with haste. My eyes widened and I jolted into the club, not thinking twice about switching to full speed. I knew I had to do something, anything to get away from here and find Cyd.

I looked up above the crowd and tried to figure out which direction the front door was. I couldn't find what I was looking for, but I did see the stage and I knew that from a higher vantage point I could spot the exit. The people I pushed past didn't seem very enthusiastic about my shoving, but I didn't think twice about it. I was in frenzy and panic and I was pretty sure nobody here was in as much danger as I was.

When I reached the stage, I threw both paws down onto it and quickly pushed myself up onto it. I stood up tall, turned around, and looked out onto the crowed. My eyes scanned the crowed and I locked onto three targets. From my right I could see Ralph looking up at me, in front of me I saw Mike staring with a confusing look, and to my left I could see the exit. Ignoring the first two subjects, I ran to the left side of the stage and slid off of it, landing feet first onto the ground.

I started to run as fast as the crowd allowed me, which sadly wasn't too fast. I couldn't think about anything besides the fact that Ralph could catch up to me at any second. The image of Luke's body popped into my mind and I knew that the same thing could happen to me. Just the thought made my whole body grow cold.

I finally reached the exit and ripped the door open in anxiousness. My whole body became petrified in fear and looked up at the Hyena standing in the doorway. He had the gun tucked into his pants, but it stuck out just enough to see; I know that's what he wanted. He let out a little laugh and looked me in the eyes.

"Hey there kid; we've been looking everywhere for you," he said with a wide grin. I wanted to turn and run, but before I could I was approached from behind. I could feel someone press a sharp object against my back, not enough to hurt me, but enough to show they meant business.

"Don't try to scream," I heard Ralph say from behind me, "Or we'll end this right now." I took a breath in, closed my eyes, and pictured Cyd's face. I imagined his gorgeous eyes, his soft fur, and his beautiful smile; I prayed that I'd get to see them again.

They led me slowly towards the parking lot and I tried not to oppose. I wanted to scream and call for help, but I didn't want to risk it. My ears were flat against my head and I kept my head down as I listened to them talk.

"I found it a little strange that you never came home after you left the hospital. We trashed that place good." He said as he began to laugh uncontrollably in his Boston accent. "I wish we would've stayed to see the look on your mom's face when she saw it. Imagine it, she loses both of her boys and then finds out her house got ransacked; I wouldn't be surprised if she slit her throat."

It didn't take much to see the evil in him. I knew exactly what he wanted; he wanted me to lose my sanity and lash out on him. He wanted to know that he was getting inside my head. I didn't lie to myself, he was getting to me, but I didn't show it on the outside.

"You know," he continued, "Your brother's face was priceless when he saw the gun; it was definitely the first time he had seen one."

Now he was really starting to piss me off.

"That chump probably thought they only existed in movies. Too bad he'll never know why he died. I mean, come on, we kill him to make you upset, but you're not even the one we're after!"

"Shut up Frank!" Ralph yelled, looking back at both us. It was obvious that the Hyena, Frank, was beginning to let out information that I wasn't supposed to know and Ralph was stopping him before he said anymore.

"Yes Boss, sorry." He replied. Ralph stopped at a large black van, grabbed the handle, and slid it open with a loud bang. He looked down at me, giving me a "get in" look; I complied. I sat down at the far end of the van, looking around at the carpet-covered walls, ceiling, and floor. Frank jumped in after me and sat at the opposite end facing me; he kept his hand on the gun at all times. Ralph took a quick glance at me and then slammed the door shut.

A tear rolled down my cheek as the vehicle began to move.