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Hello, Chaos speaking. The same Chaos as mentioned in the book. This story was written as one part of a 3 part series, describing the events of March 5, 2009, a day when we had lost contact with Ryan Bluefox, a popular user, for an indefinite amount of time, and then two fake scenarios thereon. The story involves scenarios and lines taken from the event. This story is in no way, meant to offend any user as a "Personal Attack", and we hope that you remember that as you continue onward into it. Also note that my heart goes out the users involved with this event that have been characterized in the story. Also, please note that these aren't accurate and real names, only fusions of some parts of their real names, coupled with their usernames as nicknames, which even then aren't actually used. We'd also like to remind you all that not all of this is real. I hope you enjoy the following story, it's two sequels, and any other story you may read, as reading is one of the best ways to learn.

It was dark. The streets among the town were cleared after several hours of being littered with their usual flock, the townspeople. They were observing their day, as anybody would ever please. Much like their other free days, they spent their time looking around at the arts they had created, like the peaceful little community they were. As they all boasted on and off with the comments, little could forsee the events of the now.

Up at Les Animateurs de Maison de Maître, the usual gang was busy. All but 3. Jicem and Connor, two house members, one of the lower status, were enjoying their evening. They had heard news that Thomas Ryan Bluefox, the third mentioned would be gracing them with his presence, and they eagerly awaited, dining on Gorgonzola cheese and the world's finest wine.

"I've yet to enjoy the news of Tom's arrival." Jicem said, passionately swirling his wine within it's Bordeaux-type wine Glass.

"How so?" Connor asked, "His messages are usually of visits, and I've yet to see one of a negative nature coming from him."

"Allow me to explain." Said the eccentric Doctor Chaosus, who had entered through the door in a black trenchcoat, carrying an umbrella, which clearly showed it had begun to rain outside. As he hung it up, Connor approached to him, coming to welcome him in. Chaos walked right by him, ignoring him almost completely, save for the "Hello, Connor" he softly uttered on his way. He took the seat directly across Jicem, which was Connor's old seat, prompting him to sit to the left of Jicem.

"Now, about Tom." Chaos began. "The new I've been hearing is rather grim. It's really just a rumor, but people are saying that 'Ryan Bluefox' himself has been excommunicated from the Capitals. I hear it's because of bad work on his quarterly evaluations. As soon as I caught wind of the rumor, I headed for the poles to try and reach Tom before he embarked, but it was too late. I was able to catch his messenger, however. I tried to get an answer out of him, but failed. One of the things that I believe confirms this rumor is the fact that the messenger looked nervous on his way in and out of the village." Chaos finished and began eying the Gorgonzola, but as he was about to reach for some, Connor began, and Chaos gave him his full attention, rather than last time.

"So, why do you think he's coming here?" Connor asked? As he said this, he got up to fetch a glass for Chaos. Chaos then picked up a piece of cheese, and as he consumed it, eyed Jicem, who was giving him a look.

"Well, he says he wants to give us all a gift." Chaos says. Jicem then lightens his look and Chaos returns to his original stance. Connor emerged from the Kitchen with a champagne flute, rather than a wine glass.

"So sorry, Doctor, this is all we have left in the cupboard. The others all left with them on their way to Central to turn in THEIR quarterly evaluations." Connor said, rushing to get the wine bottle and pour a cup for Chaos.

"Thank you, Connor." Chaos said, taking all the wine in his flute down in one large gulp. He then got up and began out the door. "I suppose I should get home. My favorite broadcast play is going to be on the radio, and I'd hate to be the one to miss it. Best of luck with Tom, and if he asks, you learned all of this from his messenger." And with that, Chaos had left.

"That was rather odd of Chaos. He often stays for at least an hour, mooching off our hard-earned objects." Jicem said. Connor was unfamiliar with all of this, as he was under an apprenticeship to attempt to become a mod, with Jicem as his tutor. He was fairly close to achieving his goal, as well. He just needed several more private classes with Jicem, which is what they were doing prior to the snack they're currently enjoying.

"So, do you believe any of what he said?" Connor threw out into the open.

"Well, if it's as bad as Chaos says, we better prepare for a fight. Tom often does this." Jicem says, finishing off his wine. As he had finished his wine and sentence, the doors flew open, and Wesley was on the opposite side of Jicem and Connor.

"Jicem, Connor, glad I could make it in time. Dylan will be here shortly." He said, hanging his coat up, taking a wine glass out of his pocket.

"So, why did you bring those with you guys?" Jicem asked.

"Well, we had a big celebration after getting good scores. We had inquired of the others, and it turns out the Ryan was failed in the evaluations, and lost most of his privileges. He'll be here later, or so I've heard." Wesley said.

"So, why were you with them? They revoked your operating license last month." Jicem said.

"I was invited. I still have a room here, you know." Wesley said. He walked into the galley to put his wine glass and emerged again to sit in the chair adjacent Connor, which was his old seat.

As the three began their "pleasant evening", Tom had burst through the doors, in a fit of rage. "I hate my life, I HATE EVERYTHING!" he exclaimed.

"What's wrong, Tom?" Connor had said, trying to be nice. Alas, it failed, as Tom was passed by two large men, who began carrying all of his belongings away.

"I just got another horrible quarterly evaluation! The board is taking my stuff, ALL OF IT. I've been revoked, and it's all YOUR FAULTS!" Tom yelled at a volume most unnecessarily high. "I never should have done this. You are all responsible for this!" He said.

"What? Why us? We're all your friends!" Connor said.

"That's the problem. You all distracted me from my work, and it's you I place blame on! I don't know why I shouldn't kill all of you right now!"

"Because that's against the law." Jicem said. Tom had gotten so angry at this, he charged Jicem, who, along with his entire chair, was forced to the ground, being chocked by Tom.

"Get of my master!" Connor said, trying to pry Tom off of him. "Get OFF!" Connor had ripped Tom's coat, and thrown him to the floor. He was then tackled down by Tom, and the two fought on the floor, rolling right outside and into the rain. Connor landed on top and began pounding Tom in the head, almost to a point where they'd thought he lost consciousness. But he didn't, and he choked Connor much like he did Jicem. Jicem and Wesley watched in horror as their two best friends had been fighting. One to protect his master, the other to protect his name. Jicem had looked around for an object to give to Connor in terms of giving him an advantage, and stumbled upon the gun that the head of the house, Super Sam, had used to assassinate the leader of the North Shore Medical Crew, a mini-mafia devised of northerners, hailing near Tom's home, who had been operating within the hospital by pretending to be patients and staff. Jicem reached for the gun, and tossed it to Wesley who tossed it to Connor. Connor gained control of the gun and was able to force Tom off with a gunpoint threat.

After hearing the colorful story of that fateful night, he had begun with some belated words of wisdom.

"Okay, so I understand you're angry. I went through something like this once, so I know how you feel. But why do you get all angry at us when we're trying to be nice and help? I mean, I for one, only tried once. But you look like you're not going to calm down for a while, so I'm done. I'm not pitying you. So why don't you be the one to leave US alone? You got kicked out of the house, and when you try and attack an officer of the law, you get this." Connor said, squeezing the trigger with immense force, sending a bullet straight through Tom's lung. He gasped for air, which ended in a choking death rattle. Connor's face began to fill with tears, which were hard to see, as it was raining, and a figure began approaching, in which it turned out to be Dylan Eli Braggers. He hopped over Tom's body, helped Connor in, and dried his tears, as the others tried to fill Dylan in. Dylan had said, in all this news, only one profound thing.

"I know he was probably not happy about whatever's happening, but he shouldn't have taken it out on the town. I know he was angry, but he shoukdn'tve just pushed all his friends out."

"I concur. So, when will his funeral be?" Wesley said.

"The week after tomorrow. We'll need to alert the family and the others. What's funny in my opinion is that his will is wrapped around his wine glass." Jicem said, letting out a small chuckle.

"Well, I'll go and start the alerting." Dylan said. "Wesley, coming?" Wesley only shook his head in agreement and followed Dylan out.

"What have I done? I've stained my own hands." Connor said.

"Don't dwell too much on it. It really isn't your fault, so much as it is his." Jicem said, putting his hand on Connor's shoulder.

A week and a day passed. More people began showing up around the house, and the townsfolk dressed in black, and every day, Connor was seen walking through town, wearing a sign that said "Forgive me. I have sinned in killing. Forgive me, God, and all who bear witness to this sign." The people would always hang their heads and pray.

The day of the funeral, it was Connor preparing to give Tom's eulogy. He almost cried again, but was able to hold composure. As the reverend finished, Connor advanced through the wings and entered out in front of all his friends, Tom's friends, and anybody inbetween. He'd noticed that Chaos wasn't in the seat that was reserved for him, which was 2 down from his. Ignoring this, he took a big breath.

TO BE CONTINUED IN A FOX'S LIFE