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The tall, handsome gunslinger stood, a siloutte in the light of the moon. "He'll be coming soon," He thought "How could he take her away from me?" A twig's snap, he spins, his black fur shines in the night, eyes watching the darkness. "You'll never see her again!" The bandit shouted. "The bitch is mine!" His signature white fur is easily seen piercing cold blackness. "You under estimate me." Words slither through a wicked smile. They draw and a single shot rings through out the heavens.

"My eye!" the white bunny boy cries, tears welling up. The small nerf bullet really stung. "No, Sam! Don't cry!" The black kitten stroked his adoptive brother's hair. "Pathetic." The gunslinger spoke from within. Max mentally reprimanded the voice. It had been with him for as long as he could remember, he has seen therapists and had his brain scanned, basically everything except surgery, electroshock, or anything else seriously drastic, but he is completely sane. The doctors just dismiss the gunslinger as an imaginary friend, but Max knows better and obviously his parents were concerned enough to pay for all the medical bills. "Sing to me?" Sam asked, still teary eyed. Max had done it once and ever since it was Sam's favorite thing in the world. "From town to town I wander, Always searching for the great yonder. On and the road may strech, so the horizon I may fetch." A short song with a simple melody that belonged to the gunslinger, Max could see glimpses of his life. When he finished the song Sam was done crying and was in a much better mood. "Boys, dinner!" Their mother called from down stairs. They scampered to the dinner table and joined their parents and sister. The family sat around the table in their usual seats. Chicken, corn, mashed potatoes, and beans. Max hated beans, the gunslinger loved them. They were gone before long. The family paced through their usual dinner conversation and it was quickly over. Then it was more play time, followed by a bath, brushed teeth, and sleep wear. When darkness hit and Max's head hit the pillow he was out in a blink and it was the gunslinger's turn. He threw open the window and closed it almost all the way, climbing on to the roof he remembered his pistol's last hiding place and then pulled it from the gutter. He jumped to the ground and headed out into the night. He went to a local bar. "Aren't you too young to be in here?" A bartender asked. "You must be new here," the kitten pulled his gun "Do me a favor and hand over the key to the back room." "You gotta be kidding." the bartender laughed nevously. "Do I look like it?" A cold, stony voice and a face that flickered with insanity replied. The gunslinger opened the door to the supply room and pushed back a few boxes to reveal a cowboy outfit, a child's costume to be realistic, but of the highest quality. Soon the gunslinger was back out on the prowl searching for his nemisis, the bandit. The gunslinger and bandit were cursed to be reborn into another's body immediately after death. The bandit was careless with his hosts. He was on his 73rd by the gunslinger's count, the gunslinger on his 29th. The gunslinger couldn't see how the bandit could just run through them like shoes, he assumed the bandit could feel his host's emotions like he did. The gunslinger has been tracking the bandit for months and has yet to find out the identity of his new host, but the gunslinger was drawing close, so very close. In fact he was standing just outside the very building the bandit was staying in. The bandit darted up the stairs, searching for the scent of the bandit's black magic practices. His last nose was much better at it, but at this range Max's would suffice. Floor after floor he searched until he found the door that smelled of sulfur and rotting flesh. He was going to enjoy this. He shot the lock out and kicked the door open and came face to face with a young cat girl and the bandit. Shit. He pushed the girl back and dodged the flames that shot from the girl's mouth. "Trying to catch me off guard? I saw you coming for weeks!" The girl began chanting and gesturing with her hands, when she finished snakes rose from the carpeting and slithered toward the gunslinger. "One bite and you're dead!" "You know I can't hurt her... She looks just like her." Through his tears the gunslinger stomped and dodged the snakes and darted out into the hallway, the bandit's laughter chasing him. By the time the gunslinger put away his clothing and retrieved Max's it was almost dawn, the time his control relapsed, he darted to the kid's home and lay back in his bed. Max awoke. It was saturday, maybe he could walk to the park not far from his home and make some new friends. Following the sidewalk he found some buildings that looked familiar and was soon off the path to the park and standing in front of some apartments. He climbed the stairwell peering into each hallway and found the floor he was looking for, it had people crowding a single apartment. "What happened?" Max asked a person standing by. "Some psycho broke in and mutilated a bunch of snakes, the family is scared to death." The wolf said and gestured toward the family of cats and the most beautiful girl Max had ever seen.