1 Home sweet Home

"Ahh another nice day…"

A man was walking away from the corpse of a furry. He put his knife into his pocket and left the alley in which he had done the deed. He sighed and talked in a completely monotone voice, "Number 1274."

'I guess it's almost that time of the year to take a week off and visit her…It's already been 12 years since she passed…Haa, time sure flies.'

He got into his microbus and began going to his hometown. This man has a scheduled for killing, he kills a fury every day of the week other than Wednesday and weekends. Wednesday he doesn't kill because that's the day that she passed away and he doesn't kill on weekends because we all need those days of.

His phone began to ring in which he took it out of his pocket, "Hey mom. Do you need something?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to check up on you."

"Ah, okay then. Oh and I'll be coming down for the week. I hope you don't mind."

"Okay sweetie. Is it time for you to come down to see her?"

"Yeah it is. I don't know why that mail truck driver didn't stop at the stopsign, if he just did we would be married by now."

"Yes it was rather unfortunate…See ya, sweetie."

"Bye mom."

He ended the call and put his phone back into his pocket.

Carnivore is the name of a mass murderer that was given to him by the masses and this unknown killer only targets furries. The name of the true culprit is unknown and henceforth unnecessary to the story.

He got the name from several news stations. Carnivore, the man who puts on a scarlet red mask and kills furries. Some actually think what he his doing is good others thinks bad but in the end those are just opinions.

'I'm finally home…I'll get to visit her a little later and my mom comes first.'

He walked through the doors of his childhood home greeting his mother and going to his room.

He put his luggage down and left the house soon after he had arrived.

"See you mom, I'm going to visit her."

As he steps out the house he hears his Mom say something but closed the door before she could finish.

"Be car-"

He began to walk to the grave site to see her.As he walks down the streets he sees the candy store, the school and the cafe as he walked he could see the spot of his first and last date with her. That was where he proposed but then she was hit by a mail truck.

'I think I'll get an ice cream for old times sake and then visit her…'

"I'll have a chocolate chip mint."

"Okay sir, that will be 2.34 dollars."

"Okay here."

"Have a nice day."

'I should keep walking to the cemetery, I don't want it to get to late to where I'll need a flashlight to even see a foot in front of me.'

As he crosses the road he realized this was where she was. He was standing there remembering every moment of the accident and heard a honk and was hit by the same mail truck that had killed her 12 years ago.

'That's that same son of a bitch that killed her! He lost his eye in that accident and now he's hitting me because he can't stop at that stop sign again!'

I…I-I never e-expected to d-die…This way…S-So cold…See ya w-world…It…It was

f-fun while…I-It lasted…'

He began coughing up blood and slowly closed his eyes seeing the mail truck go further off into the distance. He felt the coldness leave his body as he laid in the road and finally died.

"Hey…Hey! Hey kid! How's it going? I see you finally made it!"

There was a mysterious voice talking to him as he stood up unaware of his surroundings.

"Who are you?"

Carnivore was looking around without a glimpse fear in him.

"Who am I? Who am I?! Well, I go by many different names, but you can call me…The Devil."

The Devil gave out a hardy laugh after he had said this.

"Okay, no need to yell your last name like that."

He was now face to face with The Devil and was completely unfazed.

"Ah just as I thought! Not a wink of fear in you!"

"Yeah but what's to fear when I know what comes next is that I'm going to be tortured."

"No you won't be tortured comple-"

"Wait." Carnivore held out his hand as he began to ask a question. "Did all those furries go to heaven or hell?"

"Hahaha! I thought you'd ask, they're all in hell, all dogs may go to heaven but all furries go to hell."

"So I did do good for the world. That's a great thing to know."

"Well you can't see everything…But I can since I don't have any limitations when it comes to stuff like this! Most of the population agrees with you, you were definitely in the right. Now let me finish you won't be tortured completely, you'll torture furries by running a place where furries can make fury suits and you supervise them. When they're done with a suit, you burn the suit they just worked so hard on! Pretty good deal right? Right?"

"That sounds more like heaven to me"

"I know right any ways I'll reincarnate you in about 20 years"

"Really"

"Yeah your pretty inter tanning kid I need something to watch after along day of work"