"My name is Bela Lugosi.. and I wish to commit myself"

The cheetah's eyes were heavy with sadness as he looked at the vixen working registration, looking at him with empathy

"For what reason?" she inquired

His chisled features started to break down as a quiver in his voice started "I have been a drug addict for twelve years.. I need help.." and with that he sniffled and started to cry.

Later that night when he was put in his cell , in a striaght jacket after an attempt to grab a knife and slit his own throat he could only sit there, screaming.. trying to exorcise the demons that have haunted him for all those years.

It was a war, that he would never win.