The Raccon pt. 2
Eventually, the hungry look in the raccoon's eyes was gone. From what I understood, it simply sought out company, so it had the motivation to hunt on its own. It is a solitary and resourceful creature, after all. I keep my trash can and front door open and available to it. The knife rests in its rack, reserved for when absolutely necessary.
The lonely raccoon visited a handful of times, sharing its adventures with its friends. It has a few friends: an irritable cat, a cheerful dog, and a busy hamster. The four of them, who met by chance, grew quite close and enjoyed each other's company.
Soon, the raccoon stops visiting. It wants to go on wild adventures with its friends. It has no need for me anymore. Or so I thought.
One night, the raccoon comes in a panic. It needs my advice. The cat's owner has noticed its absence one night. He became furious. He did not allow it to see its friends anymore. The raccoon is troubled and wishes to help free the cat from its abusive master. It says my knife may be useful. But wishes me to attempt to speak to the human first. A rush of bloodlust passes through me as I pick up the knife and conceal it in my bag. While the guilt I feel for succumbing to the hunger in the near past still haunts me, it will be gone soon. I used to use this knife to feed my own dark desires. But now? Now I will use it to protect someone I hold dear.
