Prolog
"Meow, Meow" The cries of an alley cat ranged out through the cool night air. The cat in question walked under the street light pausing to bathe itself. The cat was hungry, if its cries were any indication. After about 5 minutes the cat resumed its walk, looking for a place where he could find some food and shelter for the night. Maybe he could even find some company of the feline persuasion. As the cat continued walking, he was unaware that he was being followed. After about 5 minutes of walking, an uneasy feeling came over the cat. Nervously looking around he saw that there was nothing to dread and yet there was. Something was out there and the wrongness of the night made the cat quicken his pace. A noise on his left made the cat freeze in his tracks as wave after wave of dark hunger washed over him. Every hair on his body was standing on end and his heart was pounding like a jackhammer and then seemed to stop all-together as a deep rumbling growl sounded out of the darkness. 'Run', was the only thought that pounded over and over again in the cat's brain, but he found his feet would not move. A door opening and slamming broke the cat's paralysis and he was running like a shot. He had no particular destination in mind; all he knew was that he had to get as far away from this menacing force. Seeing an alley off to his left, he made a quick dash behind a row of trash cans. For several tense seconds, the cat just stood there in tense silence listening for the sound of pursuit, but there was nothing. No movement or sound. Thinking that the danger had passed, the cat crept out from among the trash cans and was assuming his walk, when a loud, thunderous roar shattered the night. Then there was a loud foot stomp. The last thing the cat remembered before everything went black was a pair of golden eyes bearing down on him.
