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6.40 am It is snowing in Hometown on a quiet Sunday morning. The streets are empty nothing to show than a couple of cars that drive around the city but disappear quickly from the road.
Catty and Catti's dad was getting ready to pick up medicine from the 24/7 pharmacy to her wife who now is sleeping pretty soundly. It was your regular winter flu that was basically unavoidable whether you had it bad or super bad. He is putting on his boots that have worn out just as much from the front as the back, those bad boys been with him since his 20's they just never wanted to break down. As he is walking to the outer door while struggling a bit with his winter coat his eyes spot an old family photo where he and his dear daughters enjoy nice cream and show their unique smiles in the summer. That was the summer heatwave really took off, and nice creams sold like hotcakes he takes off the badly put coat and grabs the framed photo on his paws a little dust has made its way onto the picture, he gives it a gentle blow to quickly clean it.
Watching it was tear-jerking knowing Catty wont come back matter how hard he wished and cried for the angel to show signs there is still hope. Its been 3 years already since her body was found in the woods the bastard who did it ran away and almost snatched another victim in another town but got tackled by two Royal Guards alongside the Police Department who wanted to track him down and be send back to Mental Institution. He still remembers how it was everywhere on tv, radio, graffiti on the wall and thousands of letters begging him to be executed but according from his personal caretaker that he calls simply his ''friend'' told that ''he is not to blame'' and ''his mind has been corrupted by the parents'' with those he kept on living and haunting the poor old cat. But his violent nature towards others and self led to acts which had no recovering and in couple of being put back where he belonged it became his final resting place, way how he went wasn't told it didn't matter for the cat all he knew that a nightmare was over and he finally woke from it.
Your parents are the reason what you are my ass I should've killed you in the court when I had the chance!
The cat dad woke up from his trance he promised not to try to remember the dark years but every time he sees that photo it happens automatically. He wipes the tears that made their way onto his eyes and quickly puts the coat on that now weirdly goes without an issue and somewhat feels more heavier. He opens the door and immediately feels the annoying cold sneaking in their neck he started to walk quickly thankfully the pharmacy wasn't far it was pretty much a 5–6-minute trip on foot. its a quick in and out he usually chats a bit with the cashier about this and that, but it seemed neither was really in the mood to talk i mean who would have really in the early morning 5.
About 3 minutes away from home and already eyes feeling heavy they hear a silent ''help, someone'' coming from the alleyway he stops and stares at where the voice came from ''anyone please'' he waits trying to find someone who could tag along with him but no he is alone and hesitates none making his way to the alley following the voice that was his strong's always wanting to help out anyone matter their problem was little or big.
''Hold on i'm coming just stay put!'' the strong winter wind makes his yelling just and just to be heard. Making it to the alleyway its full of filth, darkness and stories from the criminal side of this town but no one calling for help just a dirty recorder playing sounds of someone in danger. ''What the hell is this?'' cat dad picks up the recorder that stains in already gone brown blood and scratches possible made by when its been dropped. ''What kind of sick joke is thi-''.
Behind him a slash peers through his back making a clean opening that starts dropping lines of blood in slow tempo and coloring his shirt dark. ''A-AHHHHHH!!'' as he drops on the hard concrete and screams that it pains the lungs his eyes locks on to the only other individual on this suppressed alley, the darkness of the sky paints him black but one thing the cat can make out of it is their odd hat that resembles something but can't really muster a thought what, all focus is set onto not passing out of the pain that is towering him.
A laugh rings in his ears that you can only describe as fucked up and it just keeps going and going. "My little prey in the early morning , what a silly you are ,falling for such simple trap''.
The being in the dark laughs with almost zero breaks eyes closed and full of water, W-What the hell did he hit me with? While grunting and slowly trying to get up and make a run for it he tries to figure a somewhat plan, I-If I can tackle them out of my way and run to the Royal Guard or at this point anywhere. with almost all effort he gets up grunting and feeling the coldness in his back his breaths are heavy but entirely he isn't out. Image of Catti and Catty run in his mind if it weren't for them all hope might as well be thrown out the window. ''Awww leaving so soon come lets play just a bit more!'' he steps forward a bit revealing their weapon at first the cat thought a machete is a must but no it seems like an amateur pick for this lunatic. A-A scythe! he screams in his head he wanted to yell, but every bit of energy must be saved for a chance to escape. All of sudden he attacks with immense speed while giving him a nice lullaby of lunatic yelling. The cat dad runs also towards the alleyway opening while crouching a bit and diving forward making the pain come in doubles it was either that or goodbye.
Landing on the hard sidewalk with bits of snow covering the tiles and making tiny piles eventually rolling to the road. The cat dad had closed his eyes assuming the diving was enough to take his life to the stairway, but soon enough opened first his left then his right eye seeing the snowy hometown and streetlamps that reach out far away. ''I-Im alive'' his heavy breathing mixed with shivering and head pounding pain were still there, but manageable knowing he just can make run for it to the hospital and contact the royal guards. He slowly raises his head from the cold tiles and looks at the narrow pitch dark, dead-end having alleyway. Slowly regaining his breath eyes still locked into the alley two yellow dots appear, his body stiffens in an instant and no hesitation he attempts to get up but fails miserably he needs a little breather it hurts too much. ''AH fuck sake!'' still eyes locked into the yellow dots dancing in the dark and walking with painfully slow steps towards the dad but can't do it quietly giggling at every step was a must. The cat dad wanted to get up but couldn't as if he was hypnotized by those damned eyes and wanting to see what actually hid in the darkness, a sane monster would just run away, but his damn curiosity and desperate need of having a breather kept him put.
He takes his time to get close to cat dad, but wont fully come out of the dark stopping just before where the sidewalk begins, the light of the streetlamp would reveal them wholly playing it safe was mandatory for him.
"C'mon! Reveal yourself WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?" in that utter rage his left paw makes contact with something in his jacket pocket. A gun when did I? he backtracks a little when he was still looking at the photo had he taken his pistol while being in that trance of sad and painful memories. It was whatever cocking the pistol hammer gave him enough confidence to get up and defense himself from this psycho.The cat dad tried to rise up with the pistol in his paw, and hopes to scare the creep with it, but failed and fell down which sent shocks of pain to his sliced back. ''W-What the?!'', Lousy snickering comes from the dark and suddenly light contacts something, his hand which nails are disgustingly long and sharp, between those fingers is a lump of something but in this morning murkiness you can't really tell anything. ''Looking for this.'' and flungs the lump in front of him while grinning in the shadows. The object lands on the snowy road making a wet splash, it takes a little for the cat to recognize what in angels name he threw, but when it clicked his stomach started to ache, it was his neatly cut paw, blood slowly dripping from it on to the road. He wanted to scream, cry, rage and be comforted at home with his wife, but no he's outside in the cold trying to talk with an unknown psycho whose about to murder him in any second. The steps from the dark get closer to the light almost revealing him, he's ready but slowly does it. ''Sadly our play date ends in short, seriously you let your guard way easier than i'd expect ugh boring'' his blade is scratching the alleyways brick wall it wasn't necessary, but any method to give the old cat creeps, he used. The cat dad stays down, but more ready this time eyes now truly locked to the man if the end is near might as well use the last method, pull the trigger. ''Yeah...it really ended within short turn''. He raises the pistol aiming half blindly to the nightmarish blackness that feels almost suffocating, the tormenting laugh comes again, ''You really think that lousy weapon that fires bits of metal is enough to-!''.
The cat pulls the trigger with his paw so many times he can muster. The pistol shouts in the lonely street and bullets make their way onto the man who was almost out of the dark penetrating his body making hearable thuds when they make their way onto him. "AUGH!" He keeps screaming as the bullets that have penetrated his skin and forcing him to lay down make him vomit on the ground what is followed up by loud breathing, "You l-lousy...creature...I-I will!-." The cat feels tired he doesn't care what the psycho is yelling and simply wants to fall but the hospital is so close this is the last push.
He gets up god awfully slow and limps his way there. Just a couple of more steps he starts to see the building and notice there's light inside, "hahahah I-I'm saved. He sees the receptionist on the counter inspecting her newly done nails and giggling on the phone, he really isn't looking forward to ruin her mood, maybe it wont be so bad she works at a hospital after all. He pushes the door open and not even 2 seconds his ears are shattered "Hello mam I-I'd like to see the doc-". He almost finishes the sentence but its too much and collapses to the floor making a loud bang and leaving a nice trail of blood. last thing he hears before blacking out are the receptionists screams and her many yells for the doctor at least those than the psychotic laugh.