Yay! More stories! This time its canon. Parasite limped forward as fast as three legs could take him. His fourth limb dragged uselessly on the ground. It was twisted at an odd angle and it burned with a searing pain. It was what kept him awake and going. He could collapse at any time, but he had to keep moving. "I can't die. Not now." He thought. The thought repeated in his mind until another thought entered his mind. "Where did it all start?" He remembered the first time he saw the stray Cancarti. His heart pounded in his chest. He had to talk to her. But would an Infectian as strong and intimidating as a Cancarti talk to an interbreed? He swallowed his fear and he hesitantly crept towards the Cancarti. "H-Hello." He tried to say, but it came out as a squeak. "Sorry what was that?" The Cancarti turned her head to look at him. He swallowed nervously. "H-Hi.. I'm.." He paused. He didn't have a name. His group threw him out without giving him a name. "Parasite." He blurted out. He shrunk down in embarrassment. "Nice to meet you, Parasite." She giggled. Parasite looked up at her. She was smiling. Parasite hurried back to the little makeshift den in the willow trees with a ball of soaking moss clamped tight in his jaws. He entered the den and he dropped the moss. "I'm back!" He said, breathlessly. He heard no heavy breathing or shriek of agony. It was over. His mate was laying down with a small pup beside her. He crept towards the two, his rabbit-like ears perking happily. "She's beautiful.." Parasite whispered to his mate, nuzzling her cheek lovingly. She closed her eyes and she rested her head on her paws, exhausted. Parasite laid down next to her, gently wrapping his tail and body around his sleeping mate and newborn child. At that moment, he was the happiest Infectian alive. Nothing could change that. "Don't leave me!" He screamed after his mate as she ran into the burning forest. He hurried after her, but suddenly a large burning tree crashed down in front of him, blocking his path. The fire licked the air, threatening to singe his fur. He looked for many other ways to get to her, but to no avail. He had to escape the forest, he had to leave. He coughed as he ran back the way he came. His paws burned as they landed on small burning leafs. His eyes were stinging as smoke blurred his vision. Soon, be broke free and he breathed in the fresh air as rain pelted down onto the still burning fire. When the fire calmed down, he slowly made his way towards the burnt willow trees. He called out for his mate and child. No answer. He soon found his mate and child, however. He ran up to them and he nuzzled them both. "Wake up! The fire is over!" He said repeatedly to the two, motionless Infectians. The hours passed and he continued to shake them and plead with them to get up. Soon, he lost all hope. They were both dead. He tilted his head back in an agonizing wail. Afterwards, he slowly stumbled away. He felt empty, lifeless, dead. He lost everything. His mate, his child, his home... Everything. Happy yipping jolted him awake. What was that revolting sound? He shakily stood and he stretched, parting his jaws to let out a yawn. He made his way through the bushes towards the source of the sound. Soon he found it. A happy wolf family playing together. He watched this for a while, an odd feeling rising in his stomach. How could they be happy and not him? How could they all be a family and not him? They didn't know his pain and they needed to learn it. Everybody did. He waited until the father came close. He heard him say something about getting food and that was the perfect opportunity. He waited until the wolf got close, then he pounced. He lunged at the wolf and he clamped his jaws around his exposed neck. The wolf let out a quick yelp and he struggled to get free of the Infectian's grip. Within moments, he stopped struggling. Parasite dropped him and he stared down at him as he twisted and writhed. The wolf slowly stood up. He had ripped the black tuft of fur off of his head and his eyes were dead black with the only color being a now deep red pupil. He had won the battle, and he will win the war. He vowed, from that day forward, to drive every creature with a single ounce of love in their heart to pure "Insanity..." Parasite growled. "I shall call you Insanity. You, Insanity, are my puppet." He continued. He will make everyone suffer.. He walked proudly through a large clearing, Insanity following him like a pet. He was winning the war. He had everything, complete control over a killing machine, the power to create more, and absolutely no enemies that are alive. He turned to face his puppet. "Insanity, I'm proud of you." He said. "You have done all of my dirty work for me." He continued. He looked Insanity in the eyes, and behind the cold, blank gaze of a killer, he could see the longing to be free from his clutches. Parasite chuckled. "I won't be freeing you any time soon, so get used to it, puppet." He
