Bob stood in his usual clothes in the middle of his house, the lights turned off so only the moonlight could illuminate them.  His bookcase, radio, chairs and bed were his only possessions.  The radio was playing a song James did not recognise from K.K. Slider, but Bob turned it off.
	"You finally figured it out huh?"
	"It wasn't that hard.  Seriously, there's barely more than ten people in this fucking place, how long did you think you were gonna get away with it?"
	"Well...I tried, beats just chillin'."
He seemed to give up already, but James knew this sort of tactic so he kept himself on guard.
	"So, what are ya gonna do to me?"
	"You heard me that night surely, Bob...I think you already know."
The raptor advanced with Ankylosaur tail in one hand, and a large paper guillotine in the other, gripped tightly in restrained anger.  Bob merely looked impressed at James' audacity.
	"Really?  You're going to do ALL of what you said to me?"
	"Oh yes.  And I promise it's going to be the most painful experience of your life, right before I end it."
	"Well you obviously thought this out.  Hot me alone, got a good sturdy weapon for bludgeoning me, one that means obviously a lot to you and Daisy, very symbolic way to finish me, and the knife to gut me.  How about the guards?"
	"They'll come soon, the Able Sisters helped me thanks to your note that night...and a receipt you made sometime back."
	"Ahhh...curse my love for lovely clothes, pthhhpthhh.  So I bet you wanna know why I did it, dontcha James?  Why I killed the love of your life so cruelly when your emotions were at their highest for you and she had never been so happy?"
	"It'd help knowing, that's for sure.  Now tell me, Bob...why?"
He tried to hold his fury, finding it difficult to not just smash his head wide open like a walnut.  But he had to know why.  And Bob was eager to oblige.
	"Why?  Well, look around you for a start...you ever really looked around this little town at all in the past year you been here?  Have you seen the smiling faces of the people, the sheer pleasantry of their lives seeming to mask over the very emptiness within them?  This shield of mundanity that covers our eyes.  NOTHING happens here, the most exciting thing that happens is fireworks or fishing...FISHING for fuck's sake.  It was driving me mad, and yet I had nowhere else to go...no where else to go...so I had to make my own entertainment here.  Can't make up holidays, so I thought why not make my own little soap opera...get it now?"  
	"S-soap opera?  What do you mean?"
	"Well...didn't I first tell you about Daisy?  Didn't I make all those little suggestions to you about her, on what to do, nothing too obvious, you did most of the handiwork man, but I got the...ball rolling, you might say, pthhhpthh."

James's eyes widened at realising what he had been part of.
	"You...played matchmaker with me and Daisy?"
	"Oh yes...you two were so wonderful together, so much fun.  So many lovely little things you did for each other, as well as those wonderful nights of passion.  Remember those...pitfalls?"
	"...wait..."
	"You fell into one and I came to your rescue.  Call it dangling the bone before the doggy.  Then the time you fell when out with Daisy for fossils...and then you found the one I planted.   I had saved that fossil especially for her."
	"You...oh god-"
	"And then lastly the pitfall on that night...I just had to roll it out right in front of ya, and pthh oops, a few precious minutes that coulda saved her."
	"...every fucking time..."
	"I was going to kill her anyway, ppthhhptht.  To be honest, she annoyed me, her little bow-wows and her stupid kiddie dress refusing to grow up properly...she even sounded so irritatingly cute when you fucked her so slowly-"
	"Shut the fuck up."
	"And of course the pitfalls were only time for me.  Time for me to dig a new fossil for you two to rejoice with together.  Time for me to whisper a little rumour about what you might have said about Freya.  Time for me to dig a hole in your relationship so I could squeeze her throat-"
	"SHUT.  THE FUCK.  UP!"
	"She was calling for you, you know.  Well, she tried to, you can't really scream when yer being strangled.  What kind of name is James anyway, so common, but in her voice it was like the name of the greatest hero who never came.  Aand watching this entire town fall apart into a world of darkness, ALL IN ONE NIGHT, because of YOU...made for the greatest show ever."
	"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
With all his fury truly unleashed, James lunged at the purple cat to whack him across the head with the ankylo tail, knocking him to the ground.  Strangely Bob didn't bother fighting back at first, until James stood over him and he kicked the raptor's legs out to tussle with him on the ground, knocking the fossil away as they rolled across the floor.  Furniture was pushed around, items knocked over.
	"Ohhh this is fantastic, hahahaha, you're very good at drama man!"
	"FUCKING AAAAAARGH!"
	"That's it James, lemme hear your anger, lemme hear why you're angry."
	"YOU FUCKING MURDERER!!!"
	"LEMME FEEL YOUR PAIN, PTTHHHHHTHH!"

Incited by Bob even more, James headbutted the cat and clawed at his eyes, trying to gouge them fully to the back of their retinas to make him yowl in pain.  He ran and stumbled from James to recover his senses, now blinded badly.  His eyes were torn to pieces, sockets bleeding as his mind stumbled through signals with a violating shock.  And yet he still smiled with absolute joy.
	"HAHAHAHAA!  Ohhhh that was good, I can't fucking see and it hurts so much!  NOW it's exciting!"
	"Well yer gonna love this!"
James grabbed the paper cutter and slashed off one of Bob's ears to make him screech, then chopped off his tail at the base, hacking through the bone vigorously in seconds.
	"AAHAAAAAAHAHHAHAAHA, OH you're so cruel to cut my tail off!  Now I can't even balance myself or feel around!  How sick can you be!?!?!"
	"Sicker than you'll ever be, Bob."
Bob turned blindly towards James and grinned with punctured bleeding eyes, running down like streams down his furry purple cheeks, one ear cut off and his tail uselessly flickering behind him.
	"What now?  ...haha...what are ya gonna do now, pthh-pthh?  What was it now?  Rape me?  Eviscerate me?  Hang me then kill me right?"
	"Exactly."
The raptor could not begin to understand the twisted mindset of sadomasochism the feline had, but since he wasn't going to struggle too much, why not indulge it?  He shoved Bob against the wall and dropped his pants as well as Bob's, sliding the knife neatly across the cat's balls.  But he did not slice them off yet, making him shudder as he aroused himself on personal ideas.
	"Ohhhh...you're such a sick bastard aren't you?"
	"Shut up and fucking take it cunt."
Gripping Bob hard, he shoved his hate-filled cock into the tight ass and made him screech in a strangely painful but pleasureful tone, claws digging hard into the furry chest until drops of blood were made.  He shoved all the way in and out hard, not enjoying this in any sexual way, but only as a means to violate the killer.  He raped his virgin ass wide without stopping, wanting to make his ass bleed.
	"AAAHH...ahh...GUH!  Y-you hate me so much!"
	"You have...no...idea...urgh..."
	"Ohhh I may not...guh...know what it's like to rape someone in pure...h-h-h-hate but...I got an idea of how much you hate me."
	"Really...nnngh...you ever had your girlfriend killed at the whim of a bored psychopath?!"
	"N-N-NO!  UGHK!"
	"Then you will NEVER understand the pain you caused for your own sick pleasure!"
	"ARGH...And I never will...won't I?"
	"Fucking...correct."

Eventually he jammed his claws with paper cutter in hand into Bob's balls, puncturing them and ripping them to hanging meaty shreds to make the cat screech in agony and tighten hard on his cock, to get closer to his enraged orgasm.  With enough grinding against tight bleeding anal walls on his cock, he slid out of him after he felt he had done enough damage, but kept Bob close to his body to make sure he would not escape.
	"Aaahhh...done?  You won't even let me suck your cock clean?"
	"You don't deserve to even clean my ass."
Without another word, he hacked at Bob's abdomen as if wielding a machete, and slashed it wide open while Bob screamed and giggled and shuddered.  With guts exposed, James jammed his hand inside and ripped out the intestines, tying the slippery length around Bob's throat.  The killer only laughed shakily as he got closer to death.
	"Hah!  Hhhaha...oh dog...you're actually going to hang me...hhhhaha...wi-with my own guts...haha...HAHAHA...oh I better laugh before I run out of air...but...ah...oh fuck the blood runs out so fast.  You...literally...did all this to me..r-raped me, beat me, sliced me open and now yer gonna hang me like this!  W-what's...Daisy gonna say if she ever saw-"
	"Don't you EVER say her name you FUCKER!"
	"Ohhh if she saw you now...reduced to a butchering rapist like this, you think she'd ever love you again!?"
	"SHUT UP!"
James started to tighten a knot around the throat, and began strangling him against the wall as the cat started to choke.
	"And all HHHTHHHH this would...never have...HUHTHHH happened if...Daisy hadn't been there or you hadn't been here or...hhhhh...I hadn't been here, we're all just...a-akhh...meeting each other on our own time whenever we feel like seeing each other..."
	"I don't care what Daisy wants anymore, she's dead because of you, I don't know what she'd have wanted me to do!  But I know what I wanna do...and that is to kill you in the most painful way I can imagine"
	"You-HYURGH!"
He grabbed one end of the intestinal rope and pulled Bob harder, forcing his neck back.  He merely struggled and wriggled while choking from the stench of his own exposed body. 
	"Any last words you wanna say, do it now before your air or your blood runs out.  Whichever's first."
	"Daisy...would...ptthhhh...."
	"What?"
	"Daisy would...never have loved you...if it wasn't for me..."
Bob stopped moving a few seconds later, the blood continuing to drip from his open stomach as he drooped lifelessly against the wall.  His tongue flopped out uselessly with burst eyes bulging of more blood to ooze down the body.  The last words Bob said made the raptor stop for a moment.
Was it really because of Bob that he had become Daisy's lover?  All the times he poked him in the right direction with the tiniest clues, it was as if he knew Daisy's secrets and interests.  It was almost perfect.  And it was.
Dropping the intestines with a sickened look, James sat on the floor with slimy hands and shuddered in pure disgust of himself, tears shakily dislodged from his eyes trying to remember all the good times he had with that wonderful sweet dog.  All torn asunder yet brought together by Bob somehow.
How it sickened him to have been a puppet, if he had ever been one.  For all he knew, Bob was just fucking with his head.  He was a clever psychopath, he could just as easily have concocted the plot as well as actually doing it, just to screw with him.

And now he was reduced to this.  A pathetic lovelorn vigilante who murdered a killer horrifically with hands stained of intestines, blood and precum.  His pure fury washed away like the orgasmic climax before the crippling low of shame when you realised you just fucked a two-dollar whore out of desperation.
He screamed her name to let out the last of his rage, claiming his kill, resonating through his very being.  He felt his call had surely reverberated across the village, his hands drenched in blood and intestinal juices.  He looked at himself with disgust and yet also with a twisted sense of bliss for the revenge he had finally committed.
He realised at this point he could no longer stay in the town.  Surely he would be put in prison or even worse  He didn't know how punishment was in Crossville, so he decided to leave there and then.  But with one final small act of redemption, just to try and make up for what he had done.
He got up and looked for a pen and paper to write out a note, finding one in a nearby drawer, the same pink paper Bob had written with the note.  One of the notepapers was torn.  He put the pink slip he had from that night with the one torn notepaper.  It matched up exactly, and so he left it for the police.
Naturally he didn't want to be caught here to be arrested.  Killer or not, he still killed someone, and he knew well enough that was still a crime in any way for some.  He laid down on the rug and wrote with a separate sheet of paper:

	To whoever finds Bob's corpse, I, James Robert Campbell, killed him because he murdered Daisy.  He confessed to everything and said he played matchmaker between us for a personal soap opera, then killed her out of boredom.  The slip of paper in his handwriting was what lured me out of the house, so that he could kill her alone.
	He was a psychopath who toyed with people's lives and the town is frankly better off without this sick bastard puppeteer.  And frankly it'd be better off without me too.  I'm leaving this place forever.
	I know I did wrong for killing Bob and I'm sorry for the misery I spread upon you in my rage, to everyone in this town, everyone of who probably has their own twisted little secret.
	But those aren't my problem, and I'm sorry for the misery I've created, especially to you officer Copper.  I don't blame you at all for 	what happened, I respect you as a good guy.  I just had problems with the law before.  Please accept my apologies.

	I couldn't stay out of trouble.

With that, he walked out of the house, leaving his instruments of murder behind and avoiding everyone he could before heading to the gates of the town.  To his surprise, he found it neither of the two guards stationed there for once.
In fact, the entire town had felt empty.  Everyone in their houses in the dead of night, the guards out doing their job.  Not a single stroller, especially when two of them were dead and the rest were too frightened in the midst of a grey December night.
Trying to open the large gate with a hard push, he used his remaining strength to do so, but it wouldn't budge.
	"You leaving already?"
A familiar drawl came to his ears from behind him.  The raptor turned to see K.K. Slider, standing with guitar across his back, the strap across his chest like a bandolier.
	"Yeah...I got no reason to stay anymore.  Or rather, all the more reason to leave."
	"You sure that's what you want?"
	"It's what everyone wants, not like anybody will miss me.  I've caused way too much trouble staying here, everyone would appreciate me leaving."
	"That's a shame...staying here for like, a year, you know it wasn't your fault.  I'm sure you do."
	"Well it's more a diplomatic leave then.  Can you help me get out of here?"
	"Sure, since yer going my way."
He stood before the gates and said to the gate:
	"It's ol K.K. here."
The gates seemed to just open like magic, or at least by voice-activating.  James was not sure how, but either way the two left town slowly, walking along the road that lead to seemingly nowhere.  Forests on both sides, green and white, beautifully topped with snow with what he imagined to be little blue lights around them.  Probably fireflies or something like that.
	"Where you going anyway?" asked the raptor.
	"I like to do a li'l jam session out here in the world when working on new music.  The audience here's very passive and appreciative."
	"I...see."
There was nobody around, except the trees.
	"Well, nobody's complained yet right?  I thought they would enjoy some music from time to time, for someone to know they're still there."
	"That's rather sweet of you...you know, you're the only good person in this whole town."
	"Now that's not true.  You forget the mayor, the guards, they all do their job good too."
	"Yeah yeah I guess.  I'm sorry it's just..."
	"I understand..."
K.K. played a little music on his guitar while the two walked along.  A small unfamiliar song was made, the canine testing each note with the pace and patience of a true professional.  James admired him for his almost godlike peacefulness and patience.  The way he brought music to move people, the way he never asked for anything more than your ear to hear his work and your mind to remember it.
	"K.K...can I request one last song from you?"
The dog stopped playing and walking to smile softly with a nod.
	"Sure you can...unless anyone has any objections?"
He waited to hear from the trees all around, the raptor looking confused around him at this.  Was he just humouring him or did he honestly believe the plants could hear him?  Either way he nodded once more and said:
	"Nope, no objections from them, go right ahead."
	"Do you...remember the song you played when me and Daisy were listening to you?  The third song I heard from you?"
	"Say no more James...I got it covered."
And he began his song, the song that James and Daisy made their own for the time they were together, with James accompanying this time.

	"Snoooooooooow
	Why must youuuuu be so coooooold
	Whyyy caaan't it beee warmerrrrr for me to playyyyyyyy
	Raaaaaaain
	Teardrops of the dark heaveeeeeeens
	We wished so haaaard for Wiiiiiinter to take iiiiiits cooold aaawaaaaaay

	Next yeaaaaaaar
	No more Winter caaame, hurraaaaaaah
	Then another snoooooowless yeaaaaar
	The ground looked iiiiiill
	Foreeeeeverrrrrr barreeeeeeeeen

	Snoooooooooooow
	Please come baaaaaack, I'm sorryyyyyyyy
	How you'rrrre needeeeeeeed for Eaaaaarth to sleep so weeeeeeeellll
	Iiiii miiiiiiss youuuuuuu"

With the song ending, James wiped his tears away and walked onwards, only looking back to say:
	"Thank you."
The dog merely nodded and looked back towards the trees, heading into them, his audience forever silent yet appreciative.  As the newcomer left without even turning back, slowly disappearing into the mist and wishing fervently to be elsewhere, his mind began to flicker with ideas running to do with hitting the road.
He soon felt the embrace of something else colder and deeper than the December night air.  He slowly fell into a cold ditch, where his body would never be found again in this world as it disappeared into blue sparks.
The canine musician merely gazed down at his guitar, not even attempting to pluck a string.  The blue lights under the trees wispily flowe nearer to him, lighting up his face very gently, as he said possibly to himself:
	"Don't worry Daisy.  He's just...a passionate kid...no I dunno why.  Maybe because...because he's not given that much passion to anyone else before?  Yeah...I can see he's got problems, thinks the whole world's against him most times except when a bit of it shows love.  Maybe he will...we'll never see him again though.  It's always sad when they leave...makes the whole world just fade away..."