Zootopia: Snowfall (CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN)

Chapter 11

AN: I am sorry to say this but.....I'm no longer writing this story........I lost interest and I'm going to be deleting it.

Ha! April Fools! I am sorry though for keeping you guys waiting. I had a lot going on.

Enjoy!

~Snow~

White is a color that symbolizes innocence and purity. I always loved the fact that that was what it symbolized because of my white fur. I felt proud. I always felt pure, and I always believed I was. But now...now I no longer believe that I hold any innocence and purity. My innocence has been tampered with.

I am guilty. I committed the ultimate sin. I'm a murderer. I'm a monster. I'm such a...a...

Savage

This is all my fault. If I wasn't so fucking stupid none of this would be happening! I should have known better than to sneak off at 3 in the fucking morning!

I should have just ignored Cole's text message. I never should have told him to meet up. I'm so stupid! Now because of my recklessness, I'm kidnapped and I...I killed an innocent animal.

I...I deserved to be locked up. I don't deserve to be rescued now. Not after killing someone.

And I have more people to kill. One for each member of my family. My parents would be so ashamed. They wouldn't have chosen the side to kill. I might have done it for their protection, but they would have decided not to. They would have figured out a different way without any innocent blood being shed.

But then again maybe not. I am who I am because of them. I take after them...well at least I did. There's no way my parents would kill an innocent animal. I'm not saying they're not capable of it, because lord knows my father is, but if they were to kill someone it wouldn't be someone innocent.

Now, unlike white, red can stand for good and bad purchases. Red is usually associated with love and passion. Most of the time the things it's associated with are negative though. Red can stand for anger, guilt, impurity, and a bloody murderous death.

Snow White. Rose Red.

Or in my case...blood red.

Just like the walls that surrounded me, trapping me like a prisoner, I too was stained with blood.

My once Snow White furred face was splattered with dark red stains that refused to come out. It was as if someone has gotten a paintbrush and just splattered red paint all over me.

Oh how I wish a paintbrush was used. Oh how I wish that it was red paint that stained my face and not the blood of an innocent soul that I had killed with my own bare paws. I can still taste his blood in my mouth. I remember screaming when I pulled the trigger. His blood went everywhere, mostly me, and because my mouth was open I was open to taste the blood of an innocent victim that I killed.

How do killers enjoy killing people? It's wrong. It's disgusting. It's horrid. It's sinister! If I didn't know any better I'd say that inside Mr. Small's large body would be a giant snake because that is exactly what he is. A snake that needs to be chopped up.

If anyone's blood should be on my face...it should be his.

Wow, you only killed one person and now you want to kill another. You really are a killer.

Shut up! It wasn't my fault! I was forced to do it! I changed my mind, but Mr. Small was going to force me to kill him anyway! I didn't mean to! I did it for my family! I'm innocent!