Here's my story for the Slash contest! Please note that this story is not for the faint hearted, there's murder, slash, violence and goodness knows what else. I'll be sending out additional warnings per chaper as well just to be on the safe side. This chapter contains swearing and heavily implied murder.
IMPORTANT: In this world the Jellicles only wear clothes when it's a) cold b) an important occasion c) you just happen to be elite (and probably well off). It's their birthday suits for everything else!
Enjoy!
He walked along the footpath making sure to stay on the side closest to the road which traditionally men walked on and therefore represented power and dominance over females. It felt proper to do this, tonight of all nights especially. As he strode on he did a quick rain check already knowing that he had everything.
His suit was crisp and freshly laundered having been brought specifically for this purpose. He carried a briefcase that was slightly battered but undoubtedly classy to the right eye. A pair of large sunglasses completed the image of a wealthy businessman, which was common as rabbits in a warren in this neighbourhood.
Far less common was the army pistol that was stashed in his belt and hidden by his blazer. Feeling the cool metal against his skin he gave a smirk and swished his tail excitedly. He possessed the power to kill any of these cats, anyone and everyone.
And they didn't even know it!
"Oi watch where you're going Scruffy!" A bubble gum chewing stilettoed teen-queen had walked right into him and hadn't even apologised. "You nearly ruined my hair idiot!"
He growled in the back of his throat and fingered the bulge on his hip. He could shoot this bitch right now and no one would be wiser until tomorrow morning. What was the loss of another bimbo to the world anyway?
Breathing in for four seconds and out for six like his therapist told him to he focused on his goal and continued walking down the street.
His targets house was the third from the end of the street. Owned by Elizabeth Maclaby, a lawyer who specialised in sexual assault and domestic violence. Newspapers called her 'The Angel of Queen-kind'. She was well noted for taking on cases at reduced rates for those that couldn't afford her full price and was occasionally compared to the fictional Atticus Finch.
And tonight he would be the last person on earth to see her alive.
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