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I now look back on the things I have done, and I have no remorse. I do not weep for the hearts I have hurt or corrupted, nor do I care. A wise furson once said, "the world has teeth and can bite you with them when ever it wants." The world took my one true love away from me, that is a pain no one should ever have to experience. This is the story of our love, how it came to be, and how it came to end. Watch out world, I'm bitting back.

It was like any other day, the sun was shining, birds were singing, and old Mrs. Green's rose bushes were in full bloom. The amours smell wafted around me as I sat on my porch. That's just how life always is on Peach street, a never ending utopia. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy peace and quiet as much as the next otter, but enough was enough. Well at least there was school to end the unyielding summers day that is Peach street.

Tomorrow would begin the new school year, another chance to make a fool of myself in front of my peers. I'm no nerd, nor am I a jock, yes I do swim on the weekends, but I do my share of studying. For a seventeen year old I'm pretty hot, at least that's what all the girls say. My brown fur is always groomed just right, my smile flawless, and my eyes, they are the most admirable auburn.

I decided to spend my last free day at the mall. Grabbing my cell I got into my red Nissan and drove off, hoping to see Sondra there. Sondra is what you'd call the perfect girlfriend, she loving, gentle, and very sweet. She is the most pretty calico I know. The best part about her is that she keeps secrets very well, you see the only reason she is dating me is to protect me.

Although the town looks like perfection, it hides a terrible sickness. An infection no one will talk about, those with it are hated and I have contracted it. No one knows about my problem except Sondra, and I wouldn't dare utter a breath about it. Why do I have to be infected? I can never live a normal life, and if word of my illness was to ever get out it would be a short life too.

I got there at the perfect time, everyone had finished their last minute shopping so I had the some of the mall to my self. Slowly I made my way around the different stores enjoying the different clothes and novelty items. I had almost decided to buy a joke book when I got a call. It turned out to be Sondra, she wanted to meet me for lunch at Don's, the local hangout. As I was walking toward the exit I clumsily bumped into one of the columns.

"Ow, hey watch it!"

When did columns say "Ow?" Looking up I realized I had collided with a rather imposing otter. Not wanting to be rude, I quickly made my way to apologizing. "Oh dear, I very sorry. Are you ok?" After standing up I extend my paw helping him to his feet, and was finally able to get a good look at him.

Man was he was handsome, he had Soft brown fur, the deepest blue eyes, and the greatest voice. I could tell he worked out because his muscle shirt had a fine definition of his pecs. But nothing beat his wonderful voice. If god had a voice his must have been it. Time seemed to stop while I stood there unable to move.

"Nah dude its cool, but ah, can I have my hand back?"

Feeling the embarrassment swelling inside me I quickly threw his hand down. As he started to walk away all I could do was smile. My heart seemed to have skipped a beat as a foreign warmth enveloped me. All I could think of for the rest of the day was seeing that wolf again.

"Scott, Scott, earth to Scott? Hello?" I was awakened from my day dream by a swift knock to my head. "Scott are you ok, look school ain't gonna be that bad."

"That isn't not it Sondra"

"So, what's wrong then?" Now how could I tell her I was in love? How could I tell her about my mystery wolf, the one who's name I don't even know? The only one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. "Yeah I guess your right it wont be too bad, well I should be getting home, see you at school." I didn't give a chance to answer, I couldn't even if I tried. Dropping some change on the table I went on my way. The walk home took longer than I thought, which was all well and good because I needed time to think. These feelings I was having were forbidden, they were considered perverted and wrong. Everyone knew being 'sick' meant you weren't worth living and you should 'save yourself,' not legally backed mind you, but still if you were 'sick' then a group of people would drag you to the outskirts of town and....

When I got home I put my stuff down and locked the door. Moving to my bed I sat down and let out a huge sigh. "What a busy day I had, luckily it will be over and I will be back in my good ole reliable hell hole." I would be chatting with my friends, reliving our wasted summers, dreaming of what could have been done. The more that I thought of these things, the more I thought of that wolf. His every move enticed me, but still I didn't know his name. But somehow I just knew we were meant to bump into each other in the mall, and I'm sure he realized it too. Deciding not to obsess over a total stranger all night I fell asleep.

Beep, Beep, Beep, went my alarm singing its praises of a new day. I turned over to hit the snooze button "mmm, eight o'clock!? Oh no! I gonna be late!" Randomly grabbing a shirt and shorts I raced down the stairs and out the front door. The sky was dark and glooming foreshadowing one of those random summer rains.

I hate waiting for the bus, it never arrives on time, either its way too early or ridiculously late. I was praying as hard as I could that Mrs. Colvin was going to be late. After ten minutes of waiting in complete dread a familiar yellow blob rounded the corner and was heading down the street.

"Good morning Mrs. Colvin, ready for the new school year?" I said forcing on my biggest grin. Apparently she didn't find it at all funny because she promptly sent me to the back of the bus. After a few minutes of reading the random graffiti on the bus seat I realized we hadn't left yet. Apparently the rest of the bus was as shocked as I was because the let out a huge ruckus at the dely. "Settle down children, we have a new a new student joining us today." A new student, could it be him? No, that would be to cliche.

"Here we are, now be nice to him or you'll be cleaning buses for the next week."

It was him, the same beautiful wolf I had seen in the mall! After a few moments I heard some of the fellow furs beginning to whisper. I let my gaze fall to the passing world, watching the colors slowly blur. How I wished I could become that blur, just fizzle out and disappear in a flash. I was lucky, school was just around the corner. Lifting my things I quickly ran of the bus, how I hate to be trapped and embarrassed. Once free of my aluminum prison I took a moment to straighten my short brown head fur before heading to class.

The day came and passed like any other, far too slowly. My teachers were still the evil sadistic creatures that we left at the end of the last year. My friends were still as energetic as they were over the summer, talk of who the banged and how many times. Call me childish, but every period I waited for that wolf to show up in my class, he never did. My only solists was the idea of sharing the same bus as him.

On the ride home all I could think of was to see where he lived. When our stop came I made sure to stay far enough behind him so as not to draw attention to me. If he caught me I could always make something up, seeing as he didn't know where I lived . Rounding a corner I lost him, I had almost decided to go home when I was grabbed from behind.

"So just why are you following me?"

If I hadn't be scared shit less I would be in nirvana, he had his arm around me holding me close to him. His scent brought me too new levels of enjoyment, the fear and joy I felt from the situation was an ecstasy to itself. I tried to sound cool and mature, making up a story of taking the scenic route home or something. Either I was the worlds best liar or he didn't care because he let go of me and began to walk off. A new feeling emanated when he let go, like an itch you can't quite get. How I just wanted to be held in those strong arms again.

"Well, are you coming?"

I was shocked, after all that he wanted me to follow him, not to look a gift horse in the mouth I ran to catch up. His house was like all the others here on peach street, off white and perfect rectangles, each exactly like the house, even the lawn gnomes were the same. The air in his home smelled like ground cinnamon and rose petals, his kitchen looked like the ones you see on t.v. immaculately clean and filled with every spice imaginable.

He must have noticed my bewilderment because he told me his mother took up cooking to cope with his fathers death. Apparently his mother moved him here when his father died to get away from his memory. I wasn't satisfied with that answer because they had pictures of what could be him up everywhere.

Take the halls of fame from every sport and that would be his room. His bookshelves were filled with every award imaginable, from tennis to the outstanding scholar award. I felt like I shouldn't be in there, like a forbidden room in a museum or something. Shifting around a few trophies and plaques he slumped onto his bed and patted the space next to him. Seeing nowhere else to sit I sheepishly made my way next to him. We sat there for what felt like hours before he spoke up.

Turning toward me and placing his paw on my shoulder he asked me again "now, why do you stare at me, and why did you really follow me home?" If it wasn't for me being a red fox I was sure he could see me blushing. "Do you like, you know, have a thing for me or something?" That was it, I was certain he could see me blushing now through my fur. I tried to speak, to say something, but all that came out was "ummm...ahhh...you see.....ahhh..."

I would have never guessed what happened next. He places his free paw against my face and said "cause if you did, that would be okay," then he kissed me. It wasn't one of those tongue down each others throats kiss, its was simple and beautiful, like him. I knew if anyone found it out it could mean the worst, but time lost all meaning in the kiss. The only thing that mattered was me spending every waking moment with this wolf.

From that moment we were together, I was his boyfriend and he was mine, and for the next few months that followed we were happy, life was a heaven on earth. We were very careful about our relationship, never more then a hey or hi outside in the real world. I could tell this disappointed him, but we couldn't bring ourselves out, it was too dangerous.

It was the end of Fall and the start of winter, the golds and reds that filled the trees and the floor were replaced by the first winter's snow. There was a serenity to world, the snow covered the town in shroud of brotherly love and good will for all. Keith decided that it was time for our first official date, normally I would have said no, but there was something in the air that fateful night, the annual Christmas play.

When he drove up in his car I just knew this was going to be the greatest night of my life. I bid farewell to my parents and told them I was going to the play and would be back later that night. Getting into the car I gave Keith a sweet kiss and gentle hug and we were off. Little did I know that would be the last kiss we would ever share together.

The sign stating we had left the city limits was a welcomed site, a energizing monolith, as we left it behind us or fear and dread left too. The forest is most pretty in the winter, each tree is capped in white and the song of silence is memorizing. We reached the campsite and he unpacked a blanket and basket of food. Lighting a few candles the night belongs to us.

The meal although a bit burned and a little salty was the most delicious thing I have ever had. We decided to lie there in each others arms staring into the stars. The sound of his heart beating and the ebbing of his chest relaxed me, and we in an endless bliss...or so I thought.

"Hey Frank, what do we got here?"

"Looks like a couple of fags Earl."

In that moment I knew my placid world was about to come down. Both me and Keith were in too much shock to do anything. Like a deer facing down headlights we could not escape our fate, nor did we try.

"What should we do with them?"

"I have an idea, haha."

Before I knew it the one called Frank pulled a iron rod from behind him and swung. When I awoke I found my hands tied to a steak in front of me and my legs tied in a similar fashion apart behind me. "Please don't!" I knew the sound of that voice, they had Keith tied to a tree in front of me. They were taking turns punching and kicking him. When I called out for them to stop they took the rod and shattered my jaw.

The pain from my jaws was insignificant to the pain of watching them slowly beat then rape my love. After they had their fun with him it was my turn. In as little as an hour they had raped me as well in every way imaginable. Blood and semen covered me and Keith when they had finished. As quickly as they had appeared they had left and we were alone again. They had untied me, probably thought I was too hurt to move. With what strength I had I untied Keith's ropes and held him in my arms.

"I love you Scott, you know that right?"

Of course I knew that, but before I had the chance to tell him I felt his body go limp in my arms. And I was truly alone.

I don't know why they had gone up into the mountains or how they had found us but the police took us back home, back to peach street. The next few days were filled with chaos and turmoil preceding Keith's funeral, it was a very beautiful service. I laid a single red rose on his grave after everyone had left, and it was in that moment that I promised to get my revenge on those who did this to him.

I knew that the police wouldn't do anything to stop them, hell they probably knew what had happened and that was how they knew to find us. And so I made my vow.

"Keith, those who took you from me will know a pain like no other and will pray for death when I find them...I promise you."