(Dialogue is an exact transcription of in game dialogue)

With Ginger finally out of the way, it was time to set everything in motion. Patches slips past everyone in order to get to his locker. Angel can hear the subtle pawsteps. As they draw nearer and nearer, he kicks as the locker door (fighting through the immense pain of the back stab), knowing this is his only chance at being saved by anyone.

Patches can hear Angel's struggles. He grins widely. Such a wonderful feeling it was to be in total control again, over his favorite little angel no less. The pawsteps stop, but that doesn't deter Angel, who kicks even harder in a desperate final attempt to be heard. Suddenly all his fears are realized when he hears a gentle voice. "Knock Knock! Who's there?" it whispers.

Angel's eyes widen. "PATCHES?!" he says with a pain in his voice.

"Patches? You're not Patches." Patches replies playfully. "Though, you do look awfully like him! Maybe there's something I can do to remedy that!"

Patches places the crystal ball on the ground in front of the locker. He holds the lock of fur in front of it and waves it around. Angel can only see the hand of Patches' body waving something around in front of the locker door. Scared for his life, he asks "What are you doing?! Patches??" Patches is silent, only just enjoying himself. What a great day it was to be in control at last. Finally the world would obey his command, be made in the vision he had for it.

A skeletal hand reaches out of the crystal ball and snatches the fur.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Angel screams, with an absolute pain in his voice, bordering on whimpering.

Patches opens his locker. He watches as Angel tumbles out, face to face with the glowing crystal ball.

Pink flames engulf Patches and Angel!! Their souls are torn from their bodies! Everything goes dark.

Patches gets up. He looks at his paws and smiles. "I...I did it!" he shouts victoriously. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! YES!! And that otherworldly being even healed it for me! Fantastic!" Patches is feeling so full of himself. Such a joyful moment when your design is fulfilled. Coming down from his emotional high, he looks to his side and sees Angel lying peacefully upon the ground, unconscious.

"Oh. And it managed to heal you too" he says somewhat disappointedly. But that feeling doesn't last for even half a second for a thought flashes in his mind. He grins widely once more "Well we can't be having that can we?" he whispers sinisterly to the unconscious Angel.

Patches looms over Angel. An image flashes in his mind. The image of a lifeless Angel on that fateful night. A body that looked just as peaceful, though the only thing that was missing here was that this body wasn't in pieces. No worries though, that was easy to change. What a pleasant reward from this universe it was after having to endure all those painful days chained to that blasted collar.

He gently takes Angel's head up in one paw and gazes into that peaceful expression. Oh well, there isn't all day to look at this. Pulling the knife from behind his back, he gleefully stabs Angel in the chest. At this Angel opens his eyes, fully aware of the pain. He looks Patches right in the eyes; Patches only smiles back at Angel. Warm blood meeting cold steel. The warm glow of those acid green eyes meeting the coldness of the grey pupils of the other. Patches pulls his paw out from behind Angel's head. His body slowly slides off the knife and thuds upon hitting the floor.

Ah, this was more like it, now things were starting to look like how they did that night. "I couldn't stop thinking about the first time I killed you" Patches whispers tenderly, while Angel lies dying on the floor. "I teared up, thinking that was the last time I would ever see you."

He leans in close to Angel's face, knife behind his back. He says ever so tenderly "But aren't we so lucky that the stars aligned so that I could kill you again? ...hehehehehe..."

Patches' laugh echoes in the hallway as Angel struggles to breath. The life is slowly escaping his body. Everything becoming darker and darker once more. Not to be one to cause *too much* undue suffering, Patches stabs Angel again to seal the deal. Then *just one more time*, for good measure he tells himself. He stares at Angel's body for a minute or two. There was that feeling again, the thrill of the kill. Finally, he was able to feel it again. He was fearful that after the whole debacle of being saved from purrgatory that he was growing soft. Not so, clearly this was proof that he still had it in him and that he enjoyed it, this feeling told him that this was truly who he was always meant to be.

After another minute goes by, things grow boring. He looks at Angel's lifeless body, eyes closed, peaceful once more. "I wish I could play this game of cat and dog for all eternity, but I have other matters to attend to" he says to Angel.

"And now for the grand finale!" he chuckles. So lies Angel's body, denied a proper resting place. Just another lifeless body in a hallway of mutilated dog corpses, the handiwork of his sister.