Author's Note: The felines from the Looney Tunes and Rita doesn't belong to me. Instead, they belong to the Warner Brothers.
Second Note: In this story, Sylvester, Sylvia, Penny, Claude, Kitty, George, and Benny are in their mid-twenties. Babbit, Rita, and Catstello are in their early to mid-thirties.
Chapter 1
1926
"Help!" "Help!"
A young gray feline was running away from a speakeasy back to her hotel room through the woods.
"Help," She called out once more. "I'm being set up!"
She knew that she was going to ruin her black stockings and shoes from running in the mud, but she didn't care. All she was concerned about was getting away from two con cats, especially from one of them.
The feline could tell that she was getting closer to the hotel, but she had to go through some more trees. She also could feel that she was running out of breath.
Reluctantly, she decided to stop and hide behind an old automobile that was abandon some years back. She thought that the two con cats have lost track of her.
Unfortunately, she was mistaken.
The next thing the feline knew, she sensed and felt a paw touching her shoulder. She turned around and nearly jumped.
It was the same two con cats whom she was trying desperately to run away from.
One cat was tall, slender, and nearly had a wolf-like appearance. There was an intellectual vibe about him. The other cat was the complete opposite. He was short, chubby, and didn't look too bright. The both of them were wearing black suits and fedora hats.
"Hey!" The feline gasped, trying to hide her frightened tone. "I thought I told you two to beat it!"
The tall cat laughed while he still had his paw on the feline's shoulder. "Can't do that doll. We have some unfinished business to take care of, remember?"
At this, the feline stood up, pushed the cat's paw away, and said, "No! I'm not going back to you!"
She was trying to run away again, but the tall cat caught her and held her tightly.
"Not this time!" The tall cat said nastily.
"Frank," the short cat said suddenly and nervously, "Why don't you just let go of the cat and-"
"Shut up, Henry!" Frank snapped. "Can't you see I'm busy here?"
"I thought we were supposed to take the dough, not the cat!" Henry said annoyed.
Before Frank could make a comment, the cat bit Frank's paw with force.
"Damn!" Frank cried out in pain and let go of the feline. "She's one hell of a biter!"
"And a runner too." Henry added. The feline was off running again towards the hotel.
Seeing this, Frank sighed, "Well baby doll, you leave me with one choice." He pulls out a gun from his suit.
"Frank! What's eating ya?" Henry asked in horror. "Put the gun down!"
Frank didn't listen to Henry. His gun was pointed at its target.
"Frank! I'm dead serious! Put the damn gun down!" Henry said irritably through his teeth.
Frank still didn't listen. Instead, he said calmly, "This hurts me more than it hurts you!"
"Don't do this, Frank! You'll be sorry later!" Henry warned.
Even though he tried to warn Frank, he knew that it was already too late by hearing that dreadful sound.
…
"I knew you were crazy Frank," Henry said minutes later after his shock had died down. "I knew you were crazy, and not in a good way!"
There were now in Frank's automobile and the feline was nowhere to be seen.
Frank didn't say anything. His eyes were focused on the road.
"In a couple of days, the police are gonna to get you-" Henry began, but Frank cut him off.
"Don't worry. The police aren't going to find anything because they're too damn stupid."
"But what about her personal relationships-"
"She has neither family nor close friends, especially with that scandal that took place five years ago."
"What do you mean a scandal?" Henry asked.
"You see sooner or later." Frank said gruffly. At this, Henry kept quiet the rest of the ride and didn't dared to ask any more questions about the scandal.
