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I beg your indulgence, for the sake of grammar, readability and most importantly my on going sanity. I ask that you imagine all characters with a west Texas drawl.(unless otherwise specified)

"Thankee ya'll that's mighty kind of ya" I am from Texas By the way so I get to talk like this without feeling shame. :D

note that {} denotes that this speech is in another language;

These stories are meant to run together, if you have not read the first one I strongly suggest you do so. Otherwise this will make little sense.

And hey everybody I would REALLY appreciate it if anyone wanted to help out with suggestions, but most of all EDITING!! I don't have the time I need to do it properly so please put feedback in on this ok? Thanks a bunch!

"...Fear is the province of the brave my friend, for what deed is greater then standing before the face terror?"

_______________Henry the 5th

"...Don't you know we are all going to die!

'Yep and that is the difference, we all know we're gonna die but every single one of those poor bastards out there are gonna be wondern, 'am I gonna be next?'... Well boys, guess what?

We aint got that problem"

William Barret Travis- an excerpt from his diary found at the Alamo

_____________________Wakefulness, Fear.___________________

Rick came slowly to the world of the wakeful, and as always he came unwillingly.

He noticed that he appeared to be stuffed up against his headboard as the gossamer veil of sleep lifted from his thoughts, and his senses were once again connected to his brain.

The next thing that came to his attention was a rhythmic thumping emanating from his chest.

As he opened his eyes, blinking the sleep from them as a matter of course. He saw that there was something under his sheets, lightly tapping on his chest, making the fabric ruffle each time it reared back.

Rick was debating the best possible action to take; after all he did NOT need to visit the hospital again this week. Even for something as mundane as a snakebite or scorpion strike.

As he was about to grab whatever was under the sheets and fling it away from him he heard a sound come from the end of his extra long twin bed. as he leaned over to see what it was, he saw a black and white striped furry arm hanging over the side of his bed. Still fighting off the fog of sleep he lifted the sheets to find not a snake, but the tip of a furry, feline tail resting on his chest.

As he watched the tip raised its self into the air and thumped back down onto his body. Rick was reminded of how their cats would find the warmest place they could, lie down upon it and thump their tails when they had found the most comfortable spot.

It took Rick all of three minuets watching that tail flipping back and forth before he realized that, where the tail was so would be the rest of its owner. Repressing his panic, Rick gently lifted up the covers to reveal the khaki clad rear end of the woman he had just met but had known for his entire life.

Rick lay back, remembering the previous night.

They had arrived at his house fairly late, on the answering machine was a message from Ricks father saying he would not be home until the next morning.

So instead of going directly to bed, Rick had stayed up with the two women he loved. Exchanging stories and learning about these people he wished to spend the rest of his life with.

It was interesting learning who had actually been present at some of their more memorable activities, learning about the different personalities of those who that had captured his soul.

But the time eventually came when Katie passed out on the couch mid sentence; this signaled that it was indeed time to go to bed.

Rick had allocated them the guest bedroom, which until recently had been his step mothers "workout room" but had been turned back into a bedroom at his fathers insistence. As they were making their way up the stairs, Katie slung over Rick's arm, Fenris also succumbed to the exhaustion that was plaguing them. Nearly falling down the stairs before Rick could put an arm out and catch her around her middle.

Sighing and shaking his head, Rick had walked up the stairs and deposited the both of them in the guest bed, after this he then walked back down the hall to his own room and promptly collapsed into bed.

Rick had barely gotten his pants off before falling to sleep, his last look at the clock showed that it was somewhere in the neighborhood of 4:20 in the morning.

And so awakening to find Risa draped across him was a bit of a shock, Rick had never been a very forward guy, in fact he was down right shy when it came to talking to girls. As a result of this he was 18 and still a virgin, meaning he had never in his life awoken to find a woman lying across his body. As Rick contemplated how best to extricate himself from this situation he felt a stirring from his other side, turning his head he saw only a pair of silver gray ears sticking out from under the sheets.

As he watched they seemed to sense his attention for they began to twitch and swivel, searching for the source of some unheard sound.

Rick sighed, and started to get up from his enviable position He knew he was probably about to get the crap beaten out of him, after all these two girls had been abused sexually by their father figure for as long as they could remember. He had deliberately put all thoughts of romance from his mind for just this reason; after all, if they had wanted that kind of relationship they would have told him.

As he raised himself off the bed Risa instantly came to wakefulness, looking around wildly, her eyes came to rest on Rick.

As she stopped her frantic searching Rick gazed into her eyes, two pools of green radiance as far as Rick was concerned, so unlike Katie's blue orbs, yet so alike to his own green eyes.

After a silent moment of staring at each other Rick broke the silence.

"Are you alright?" was the only thing he said. Yet it seemed to turn something over deep inside Fenris, this person cared about her. She had lied to him, kept whom she was secrete from him and kept the very nature of her appearance from him. She had come into his room with Katie in the night. They had both been unable to sleep and in their exhausted state of mind, sought out that which brought them comfort. She had planned to go back to the bed he had given them before he woke up, but as she had lain down he had rolled over and wrapped his arms around her. At first she had been frightened, no man had ever held her or Katie like this without the intention of sex. Yet as she was about to fight to get free from his embrace he had nuzzled into the back of her neck, the feeling this caused Risa was amazing, she had never before felt this kind of warmth or this feeling of safety. She thoroughly enjoyed the feel of human skin against her fur, the way his breath ruffled the hair on the back of her neck sent her into the most wonderful state of unawareness she had ever experienced. This feeling kept her there, and now she awoke to find that she had been lying on top of him for warmth and comfort.

Unbearably embarrassed by her distinctly feline actions she quickly checked to make sure she still had all her cloths on. As she confirmed this she noticed that Rick's gaze was no longer directed at her. Fallowing the path his eyes had taken, her own eyes grew wide in mortification. While she had been thinking about the warmth he radiated her tail had wrapped it's self around his upper arm, which she now noticed was completely bare. Blushing up to her ears, she quickly unwrapped her tail from his limb.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to stay, we were just lonely and this is kinda new and well... I'm sorry."

She said all this so fast that Rick had some trouble understanding at first, but once he did he smiled a wide smile and said.

" Don't worry, I've shared a bed with both of you before...I think. And we've been camping together as well. If it makes you feel better to sleep like this then I'm all for it, Anything that'll....well that'll make up for me not helping you sooner."

As Rick said this last part he hung his head a bit, he had been berating himself for not coming to the aid of his best friend, and now what turned out to be the two people who had captured his heart.

Katie who had by this time been awoken by the voices, heard this and hugged Rick from behind.

"That's not your fault and you know it, you're the sweetest guy we've ever met, so don't turn all dour on us now, not after we got out of there."

She said, the tips of her medium to short spiky hair tickling the back of his neck.

Seeming to shake it off a little, Rick cracked a somewhat lopsided grin.

"So" he declared." Just how cat like are you guys? I mean am I going to have to go to the store and buy a truck load of tuna or what?"

And so saying he promptly dove off the bed as the to girls screeched in indigence and began to throw the heaviest things they could find at him.

After they had gotten that out of their systems and Rick had clothed himself. He asked again.

"Seriously, what do you want for breakfast? And don't say mouse omelet cause we don't have mice."

Thumping him on the back of the head as they descended the stairs, Katie said.

"We eat the same stuff as you smart ass, although I DO like sardines... how about a sardine omelet?"

"I don't know...I'm not inclined to make sardine omelets for people who hit me on the head."

As Rick turned around he was blasted full in the face with the "puppy dog eyes" look that both cats and girls had down to a perfect art form, only now Katie combined both aspects of its effectiveness.

'It was the slit pupils that did it' thought Rick as he flipped the last omelet onto a plate. 'Those darn cat eyes are going to get me every time.'

After breakfast Rick had to begin his morning chores, the girls offered to help him and at first he refused saying they were guests and a poor host he would make if he let guests do chores. But they finely convinced him that if they helped then he would be through sooner.

And besides they said, they had been to his house before and knew what needed to be done already. So the morning progressed swiftly, with the three of them talking and laughing as they went about the morning maintenance that was required around a ranch house.

It was around 1:00 when it happened, Rick's father had yet to return from town but Rick wasn't worried, sometimes Lawrence "the Law" Othhrim would stay in town for the weekend reminiscing with his school buddies and would not be seen for a day or two.

No one was going to be around so Rick had insisted that they could move freely about the ranch house without worrying over their appearance.

"Wouldn't you feel more comfortable if one of us had it on?" asked Katie. She like her sister had had feelings for Rick for as long as she could remember, of course she KNEW that nothing would come of it now. Not after he had seen what they really looked like, 'who' she thought to herself, 'would want to go out with an animal? We're lucky he still wants to stay friends with us, heck he freed us and gave us a place to stay! And how do you want to repay him? By forcing your deformed self on him, GAH! Get your mind out of the gutter girl.'

"Naw, you look like the way you look, and that's just fine with me." Said Rick with a smile. He had never really understood those with a self-image problem, you are what you are and if you don't like it then change it. But he knew that it was not this simple to others and had long ago learned patience.

The girls were still nervous, they did not want their friend and the person they loved to be off put by their appearance, but he seemed fine with it so they left the necklace on the dresser in the spare bedroom.

Katie had gone around the side of the tool barn to get the horse shoes so Rick could play Ferrier and get the horses shod for the annual living history week cattle drive next week. Rick and Fenris meanwhile were ripping apart a 1500-pound bale of hey for the dairy cows, when an angry screech echoed from the house.

"Shit!" Rick exclaimed. "It's the wicked witch! oh shit oh shit quick lay down here in the hay, ok don't move."

Just as Rick was finished covering Risa up with hay, miss Jasmin, Lokheart, Othhrim came bursting out of the screen door.

"What the hell is this?!" she said, holding up one of the girls bras.

"I tell him I want a divorce and he goes out and gets a fucking hooker? What? Did he want to celebrate or something! I can't believe this...WELL!? Don't you have anything to say!" she screamed, shaking the very scanty and frilly undergarment in Rick's face.

Rick's first thought was that he needed to take the girls to the store to buy them some normal cloths, they had showed him some of their more risquÇ garments, (not while wearing them of course) panties with grommet holes around their privet areas and worse things besides.

The second thing that came to mind was the theme song from the wizard of ozz, "Ding dong the witch is dead, the wicked witch the ugly witch, ding dong the wicked witch is dead!"

It was not until the woman slapped him across the face that he realized that he had started to hum the song.

"YOU UNGRATFUL LITTLE SHIT!!!! After all the things I've done for you, after all the things I've given up you think you can treat me like this? I was faithful to your father an-"

Her tirade was interrupted by a loud sneeze coming from the hay pile.

"What was that? Was that the hussy who used to have all those cloths in my workout room?"

"It aint your room and she is one of my friends, stayed the night after a party."

Rick was making things up and he knew that if he kept it up this hatful woman would only be more interested in finding out what he was hiding.

Suddenly a thought struck him.

"You said 'Used to'...did you do something with those cloths?"

Her suspicious look transformed into one of accomplishment.

"Yeah, I tossed em all in the fire place as I came down." The look she gave him was so arrogant that it took all his self-control to keep from knocking her head back a few notches right then and there.

"There was a necklace, on the dresser, do you have it?"

"You mean this?" she said, holding up the aforementioned jewelry.

"Yeah, that's it now give it to me before you leave so I can give it back"

"No, I like it, if I don't get anything else out of this at least I get a nice piece of jewelry." She smirked.

That was, as they say, the last straw, Rick could feel himself focusing and knew that he needed to get a grip or he would hurt this woman.

And no matter how much he loathed her he would not hurt her. Instead he snapped his hand out and snatched the pendant away from her, stuffing it into his pocket before the smaller woman could try and retrieve it.

As she opened her mouth to say something yet another sneeze erupted from the hay pile.

"That's it I know your in there you little cunt, get out here and I won't sue you for adultery."

Rick was doing his best to form a plan that did not involve clubbing his ex stepmother over the head when a 4 foot long stripped tail flopped out of the hay.

"YAHHHH!" said Jasmin as she leaped back from her inspection.

Rick thought of a plan and immediately set it into motion.

"I wouldn't get to close, they said she was fairly tame but you never can tell."

"What the hell is in there?!"

"A Tiger."

"A Tiger!?!?!?"

"A Tiger, dad picked her up from an impound sale in EL Paso. Turns out the circus managers were actually drug dealers, they were selling off all their stuff and dad got this tiger. Along with a few other things."

"You mean to tell me your father bought a tiger...to celebrate our divorce?"

"Yup"

She stood there a moment, searching his eyes, he knew he was no good at lying and was just hoping she would leave before it was to late.

"I don't believe you, I think this is some kind of trick. Well we'll just see who tricks who!" so saying she started to walk towards the hay. As she was bending over, Fenris stuck her head out of the pile, just far enough for her slightly feline face to be exposed. And let out a VERY convincing growl, fallowed by a feline like hiss.

Rick had to admit he was very impressed, though not nearly as impressed as his ex stepmother. Faster then he would have thought possible she was around the corner, in her car and driving down the easement road.

"Well, the good news is I got this back for you" Rick said, holding up the necklace.

"The even better news is you guys get new cloths and she won't be coming back!"

"Mhm yeah great, we might want to put a priority on the clothes cause if anything like that happens again I am going to need a change of pants." Muttered Risa as she climbed out of the hay.

Rick suppressed the urge to laugh, there were little bits of straw still stuck in her hair, which she had washed this morning taking the dye out and leaving it a wonderful pure white color with a few black stripes running across it.

For the rest of the day the simply enjoyed each others company. It was a time of learning for all the parties involved, and they would come to cherish it through the difficult times to come.

Around 7:00 Rick heard his dads truck pull up outside, Katie had the necklace on so Risa went running up the stairs.

Phillip K. Othhrim walked slowly into his house, coming to a stop in front of his son.

Chewing on his lip for a good minuet before speaking.

"So, seems like I bought a tiger when I wasn't looking. Care to explain?"

Rick let out a gusty sigh.

"Yeah that'll be fine, HEY STRIPES? YOU WANNA COME ON DOWN NOW?"

he shouted up the stairs.

A few moments later Risa came down the stairs, still clad in her khakis and T-shirt.

"Hi mister Othhrim, I know you but I guess you don't know me

My name is Fenris, Risa for short."

All the time she spoke Risa was terrified that Ricks father would freak out and call the cops or the government or something. The backward swiveling of her ears evidenced this. When she was done talking Katie took the necklace off, revealing her gray and black ringed body.

Lawrence Othhrim stood there a moment; the only outward sign that he was surprised by the pair of two legged predators in his living room was the slight dilating of his eyes.

"Well.... I sense a story, and If I read it right I think I'm gonna need a beer er it's over. Come on all of ya, we'll talk about this in the kitchen."

And so they told their stories, Ricks father interrupting occasionally to ask a question.

By the time it was Rick's turn his father was already visibly livid at hearing of the treatment the two women he had apparently known since they were infants had been subjected to.

As Rick explained the events that had taken place the night of the concert, his father stopped him once again.

"You walked in on that bastard Terry huh?...so, how hard you hit em?"

Rick looked down, blushing slightly. He was proud of his self-control and that night he had completely lost it.

"I put him through the wall, I don't really remember what I did after that."

At this point the girls took over and explained their actions after they had whacked him over the head with a pipe.

Rick glossed over the time he had spent in his coma like trance, which was something he would keep to himself.

When they came to the part of the story where Rick found Katie chained to the floor Rick could not keep his lip from curling a bit, he was VERY much looking forward to the day after Yule, that was the day Terry Shulte, the girls father, was coming back into town.

They ended their story with the incident involving Rick's stepmother, which elicited a bark of laughter from the older man.

After they had finished talking Rick's father said nothing, just sat there pondering the situation.

"You call the police?"

They shook their heads.

"Good, now I imagine my son here, who is far to impulsive for his own good, is going to go and have a little 'talk' with mister Shulte. And when he does you two and I are going to head over to the police station and wait. Cause if I know my boy he won't let him get off with jail time alone."

At this Rick blushed again, he did not think he had been so obvious as all that, but then again his father knew him better then he knew himself.

"When's he getting back from his trip?"

"Day after tomorrow" muttered Katie, her beautiful pointed ears laying flat against her skull.

Seeing these to vibrant and more then capable women cowed by anyone especially the man they thought of as their father, angered Rick beyond words.

He had seen both of these women spar with men twice their size and be unaffected yet they were absolutely terrified of one man.

At this time Rick came to a decision, and stood up to face the women he loved.

For a moment he was on the verge of laughing, he was in love with both of them. But, if by some miracle they returned his feelings he would be forced to choose between them.

Life, it seemed did not plan on making things easy for Rick.

He faced the two women and cleared his throat.

"I know that you are afraid of him, but I promise both of you, I will never let him harm you again. This I swear on my life."

And so saying he took out his pocketknife and pricked his thumb, letting just two drops, the number of his patron gods, out before wincing and sucking on it to close the wound.

Deeply moved by this gesture, Katie who was sitting the closest to Rick had to restrain her self from wrapping her tail around him and purring. She had never realized how embarrassing it would be to start purring in public until that very moment, and knew that a blush was spreading across her ears.

"Well, I'm right proud of you son, but I think the first thing we need to do is get these ladies some new clothes, am I correct?"

"Yes sir, we can go hit the mall tomorrow, how does that sound to you guys?"

They replied that that sounded just fine and decided that Fenris would be the one to go with him, while Katie stayed at home and helped with chores.

As they were finishing their plans the distant rumble of thunder was heard. The news told them that there were supposed to be intense lightning storms all through out the night.

Rick was lying down in bed, anticipating the upcoming days events greatly. He wanted to enjoy tomorrow as much as possible, for the day after that things would change, he could feel it in his very bones. With this somewhat unpleasant thought lingering in his mind Rick drifted off to sleep.

About two hours later Rick was awoken by a soft cry coming from his doorway.

As he raised his head from the comfort of his pillow a flash of lightning outlined a person standing in his door way. Not 2 seconds later a great house-shaking rumble of thunder rolled across the hills. As the wall of sound struck the house the figure jumped into the air slightly, causing Rick to shove his hand wunder his pillow, searching for the knife he kept sheathed there. As his fingers closed around the hilt of the blade, his sleep-muddled brain registered the fact that this particular silhouette had to triangles perched atop its head.

Releasing the knife and holding his hand up to his face Rick inquired of the figure.

"Katie? Is that you?"

She jumped even further upon hearing his voice.

"Yes I'm sorry I should go back to bed I didn't mean to wake you up!"

She started to turn and walk out the door but Rick's voice halted her.

"Is everything all right? Are you hurt?"

"No I'm fine really go back to sleep."

"You don't look OR sound fine, what's up?"

"It's just the storm, I don't really care for thunder much an-"

Before she finished her sentence yet another window shaking bout of thunder struck the house causing her to mewl slightly. Katie was horribly embarrassed by her fear, she was afraid of two things more then any other, her father and thunder storms. She had already started to run out his door when Rick leaped out of bed and caught her arm.

"I've known you for most of our lives and you never mentioned being afraid of storms, but if you are it's fine, you can sit up and talk with me until they pass over."

"I don't want to keep you up." She said, trying to restrain her self from hugging the air from his lings.

"Naw it's fine, I was awake anyway" he fibbed, knowing it would make her feel better.

She laughed and stepped back into his room.

"Ok but you lay back down, I don't want to be a problem or any-."

Just then she was interrupted by the loudest set of thunder yet, actually knocking some things of Rick's shelf. Katie unintentionally jumped with a frightened meow, Rick instantly reached out and tried to hold her but the thunder had raised memories of rape and abuse in Katie's mind.

Without meaning to she lashed out with her claws and raked a set of jagged cuts across Rick's arm and face. Wincing at the pain this caused, Rick did not halt his motion and hugged her around her shoulders, murmuring nonsense words to her in an attempt to calm her down.

A few moments later Katie stopped trying to escape Rick's arms and started to cry.

"I hate this I hate this! I hate being scared, like this I know I can beat him but he scares me so much I just cant even try! Damnit damnit damnit!"

"Shhh {it's alright dear heart it's alright, you don't have to be afraid of him anymore I promise. I will make sure he doesn't hurt you or Risa ever again.} Rick said, unconsciously switching to Old Danish as he spoke.

Katie looked up at Rick through the circle of his arms and Rick had to suppress his desire for her, her large blue eyes and pointed ears and short muzzle all conspiring to make him love this woman even more.

Rick started scratching the back of Katie's head, he may have only just found out about her heritage but he had known her long enough to learn what relaxed her.

"What was that you were speaking?" she asked of him.

"Oh yeah well, me and Conner learned old Danish last year, it helps a lot with mister Ragnnarsson's classes. Man likes to speak in Danish sometimes and it's a bitch to try and figure out what he's talking about."

Said Rick, referring to their mutual Scandinavian combat instructor.

At this Katie started to purr fiercely, closing her eyes and letting her head lean into his soft touch.

Again Rick had to suppress the growing feeling coming from his privets. But what was more, he knew that no matter what the circumstances might have been, he would have loved these women with all the power of his soul.

Rick stopped scratching her head and motioned her over to his bed.

"If you want you can stay here again tonight...is Fenris afraid of storms as well?"

"No, every time we would go camping or something and it would rain I had to pretend it didn't bother me, it was hell. I couldn't even go sit in the car to try and get away from it because that would have looked strange."

"Don't worry about it, here you can have the bed and I'll take the floor."

Said Rick in an attempt at chivalry, he did not want Katie to be upset at the thought of staying in the same bed as him. She had been to long under the influence of a cruel man for Rick to feel comfortable telling her or her sister his feelings.

Katie was very nervous about staying with Rick for the night. She knew he would not do anything untoward but she did not know if SHE would be as well behaved.

The night before while he had been asleep she had taken the opportunity to sniff him all over and fully memorize his scent. There were some instincts, she mused, that were far more pleasant then others. What she had gained from this was a very intimate look at her own reactions, she was very much attracted to this man and she did not truly know if she would leave him be or try to jump his bones.

"No" she found her self saying." We'll both take the bed, I don't want to boot you out of your own bed just cause I'm being a scardy cat."

Rick laughed at her unintentional pun the ones that were not meant to be funny were, in his opinion, the very best.

"I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, don't worry about me I've slept on harder surfaces then this before!" said Rick, with a modicum of pride tingeing his voice.

Just then another bout of thunder shook the house causing both of them to jump.

"Please? It wo- would r-really make me feel better." Said Katie trying to control her fear. Damnit she hated this!

Rick seeing just how frightened she was gave in and laid down.

"You know I'll make sure your safe right? You guys don't have to worry about anything." He muttered as he lay on his back with his arms behind his head.

"Yeah, we know...thanks for not freaking out when you saw us." Said Katie as she rolled over to look at him.

"Why would I?" he asked, looking at her from the corner of his eye.

"Because we're strange, hideous, non-human things. We can't even go outside because of it most peop-" she was silenced as Rick turned to face her and held her face in his large hands.

" You are both beautiful" he said in a somewhat slurred voice as sleep reclaimed his mind.

"At least I think so, don't worry... about... anything... else."

As he finished his head hit the pillow and his arms automatically hugged Katie to him. She began to purr softly at his touch, and when she saw that this did not wake him. Allowed herself to purr even more.

It was a moment before she noticed that her crotch was pressed up against his thigh. She thought for a moment about riding her self to climax on his leg but shook the sensation off. She had never before reached climax, all the things her father out her through caused him pleasure and her pain. He had once told them that if the masturbated he would know and would punish them for their "animalistic urges."

Remembering this Katie wanted her first orgasm to be with a wiling partner, but the again, who would be willing to sleep with an abomination of nature like her self?

Try as she might she could not retain these morbid thoughts, not in the unconscious embrace of the man who had kept her heart for longer then she knew.

Katie fell asleep that night to the rhythm of Ricks beating heart.

_______________________Justice, Death.___________________________

"...if you aint tellen the truth yer lyin, and if yer lyin then i aint got ta listen to ya."

___Benjamin McCulloch, Texas Ranger. To the ambassador from the U. S. A- 1845

"...Hurry to meet death, lest your place be taken in the hall's of Valhalla"

___Line from The Prose Edda

[Two days later]

Rick waited across the street from the Shulte house; he knew that the man would be coming home today just not the exact time.

Rick waited for about 20 minuets before Terry Shulte's car pulled up. As the man climbed out of his car, Rick had to mentally keep himself in check. He was here to get the man and some damning evidence over to the police station.

As he walked up to his door, only to find it laying some 5 feet to the inside of his home, mister Shulte let loose a stifled grunt, Rick had had the foresight to bring with him a tape recorder, in case no physical evidence could be obtained.

Rick hit the record button as he stepped behind this loathsome creature.

"Afternoon mister Shulte." Said Rick.

Terry Shulte whipped around to confront this new voice.

"You! Did you do this?!"

"Yes sir I did, and I am here to escort you down to the Jomstown sheriff's office. Now are you going to come peacefully or do we have to do this the hard way?"

Terry Shulte quickly looked back into his home, seeing the broken chain fragments he then looked back to the young man standing before him.

"You let em loose huh? That means you saw what they are, come on boy I'm doing the world a favor. Try and imagine what would happen if something like them was to be let loose on the populace. It would be pandemonium! I keep em here and the world stays the same get it?"

At this Rick was having difficulty holding his rage in check. How could a man like this have been left responsible for two wonderful people like Fenris and Katie?

Misunderstanding the look on Ricks face, Shulte decided to try a different tactic.

"Tell you what boy. You like some of that hairy pussy? Hell you're a teenager of course you do! You bring em back here and I'll forget about my door. I'll even let you come and fuck em on the weekends, how's that? Course, you'll be getting seconds, can't let that juicy cunt go to waste if you show up late now can-hrk!"

This was as far as mister Shulte got, because at that moment Rick decided that if the police got a bruised rapist then that's just what they would have to deal with.

In the middle of the man's speech Rick shot his hand out and clamped it around Shulte's trachea, cutting off the mans air supply. He then proceeded to lift him from the earth by main strength alone. Praising all the hours he had spent working on his dads ranch and at the gym as he saw the look of fear in this cowards eyes.

"You are coming with me now." He said, and then proceeded to jerk the man close to him as he brought his forehead down. This action shattered Shulte's nose, spraying blood over both their shirts.

Rick tossed the lightly groaning man onto the yard and went inside to find some of the pictures he had seen earlier.

After finding what he needed Rick tossed the man into the bed of his truck and proceeded down town to the police office.

Once he arrived he walked through the door with Shulte slung over his shoulder and a stack of pictures and audiotape under his arm.

"Here you go officer, I believe this belongs to you now." He said to the female cop manning the reception desk. After they had searched them both for weapons they began the process of incarcerating mister Shulte. Sending an officer to his home to investigate and asking Rick about the validity of his claims. He did not tell them about Risa, instead he told them that after he had freed Katie she had told him that her father had forced her to ware a tiger costume while he raped her. I took about 4 hours to get to the point where Katie was needed, fortunately his father had called saying that they had gotten stuck behind a wreck and that they were pulling up now, it had been decided that Risa would ware the necklace again today as she was more analytical and therefore less prone to be emotionally harmed by the days events.

As Katie(Risa) told her slightly edited story to the police officers, Shulte walked out of the interrogation room side by side with his lawyer, no longer hand cuffed and looking very pleased with himself.

Rick was about to ask what was happening when two officers walked up to him and informed him he was under arrest.

The mans lawyer had found a point of law indicating that if a man was brought under citizens arrest then he had one day to set his affairs in order, under police supervision of course.

Apparently Ricks treatment of the abuser was considered assault and therefore was an arrestable offense, he could not help but wonder what they would call it if he really did assault mister Shulte.

'murder probably' he thought as they began reading him his Miranda rights.

Katie(Risa) walked over, quite upset by the whole debacle. Rick could not help but lay a hand on her shoulder, assuring her that he would be fine. Feeling his hand on her shoulder, Risa leaned slightly into his touch. Imagining laying in his bed with him, imagining him disregarding her feline form, disregarding the scars on the most privet areas of her body, loving her, loving her sister and being content. This small action was noticed by most of the people in the station, including her erstwhile father.

"You fucking whore!" He shouted.

The next few moments happened to fast for anyone to react.

Shulte shoved his lawyer into the path of a policewoman attempting to affix a tracking anklet to him. He then yanked the glock 23 from the holster of another law enforcer, shooting the man in the leg to prevent his interference.

This left him with 8 bullets to accomplish his goal, far more then he needed.

Rick had been facing the other way as all of this took place, he heard the shot and was turning around when he heard yet another shot ring out. Just as he heard it he felt Risa jerk away from him, confused as to why she would act so he saw her falling back towards the ground with a bullet hole in her sweater.

It all seemed to slow down for Rick, he could feel the air from the heaters blowing against his back. He felt the slipstream of the round collapse in upon itself as its momentum was stopped. He felt the gapping hole where his heart had been a moment before. He whipped around, his course of action already set. When that little voice returned.

"But you could have a good life with Katie now, no complications and she could ware the necklace all the time. You would never have to look at her disgusting feline self ever again."

"No" he said. "They both have my heart and I shall not let this go un avenged, these are not my thoughts and I've no time for them." These words he said almost dispassionately.

With this statement he began walking towards Shulte who was keeping police officers at bay with his stolen weapon. More officers were already trying to herd him from the building but he paid no mind. His life was now focused on the man who had made him a lire. He had promised that he would take care of them, protect them from this man.

And in this he had failed, Risa was dead and Katie would hate him for not protecting her. His life now was only for revenge.

As the officers tried to stop him he began fighting.

The first he dropped with a closed fisted strike from high left, hitting across the man's face from an angle. The second was incapacitated by another closed fisted blow from underneath, landing squarely in the solerplexus, knocking him back a few feet and blowing the air from his lungs.

Rick had never felt the way he did at this moment, not even when he was fighting the bank robbers. It was as if a barrier had been breached in the very core of his being, he could see everything he needed to and could see the course of this battle.

Ducking under the swing of another police officer, Rick snapped his feet out from under him and caught himself with his hands. His feet had struck the man in the knees and with the force he had applied the officer's joints shattered and he fell to the floor.

Jumping back up, Rick popped his open hand up in front of him and hit the last officer in the upper chest, just below the neck. This was not a fatal blow but would block the woman's airway for a handful of seconds. Dropping her into unconsciousness.

Rick's way was now clear and the first thing he knew was a burning pain in his gut. Looking down he saw blood pouring from a ragged wound to his torso. He then saw the smiling face of Terry Shulte, reveling in the fact that he had killed this rage filled young man.

Rick bared his teeth in a feral grin, letting blood pour from between his teeth.

Fire in the mind, Ice in the body.

Fire to burn away the emotions and Ice to crystallize the focus.

Flame in the mind, crystal in the body.

Rick began to walk towards this man, the man who had taken his everything. He would kill this man, he would kill this man and nothing, not even Ragnarok itself would stop him. This he knew down to the very center of his bones. He could feel what he could only describe as power raging through his body, feel it howling to escape. But he would not let it, this death would be by his hands, he would FEEL the life leave that body.

As he continued to step closer, Terry Shulte became more and more nervous. He had been shot in the gut yet still he came forward. Rick was just 5 feet from terry when he felt the other six bullets being pumped into his body, felt them slide through the flesh and puncture organs. He felt them shatter bones and sever muscles, felt them tear veins and send screaming pain shooting up Rick's spinal cord. His body began to shut down from the pain but Rick kept going, kept pushing himself to take that last step, to place his hands around Terry Shulte's shocked neck and squeeeeeeeeze.

Rick felt it when he died, felt the life leave him and dropped his twitching carcass to the floor. Knowing he had done the last thing he could before he died Rick then looked around him somewhat confused.

He had failed his loved ones, and broken his promise, was he not then bound for hel's frozen halls? Rick's legs suddenly lost feeling and he fell to the floor in a heap. People were rushing around him, trying to find something to do. Ahh what a glorious feeling it was to know ones task in life!

Just as he felt the cold fingers of death sweep him toward his reckoning, his head lolled back and he saw the most beautiful sight in the world.

Risa was sitting up with her back against a chair trying get up. Looking at Rick with tears in her eyes and a bullet hole in the side of her shirt.

'Must have gone through the shirt and grazed her' he thought as the world went dark.

'I wonder if they love me?' he thought as darkness closed in around him.

The last thing Rick heard while living was a gruff and wise sounding male voice.

"Well, your just going to be a pain in the ass aren't you?"

END CHAPTER 3.

Bad author bad!!! No cliff hangers! Sorry It is two in the morning and I don't want to take the time to write the next chapter into this one sooooooo that's it for now

And yes there are more coming this is not the end.....