The tall, red Tom smiled proudly at the lifeless and bleeding body at his feet. He scanned the dark alley with his angry yellow eyes and they stopped upon a small body, shaking in fear and pressed into a corner frightened. The red Tom walked, proudly of what he did, to the little striped cat. The male kitten looked at the thin Tom with his big chestnut eyes full of fear and sadness while salt tears rolled down his little orange with white face. The red Tom smiled, showing his big, pointy and white teeth, as he laid his with blood covered paw upon the shivering kitten's shoulder. The little Tom shook more scared and he looked frightened at the, with dark red blood covered, paw. "So kit, I guess you're alone now, aren't ya?" The thin Tom asked as he raised his eyebrow smiling widely, showing his sharp teeth again. The young Tom sobbed a little as he looked at the orange with black stripes, bleeding Tom, who laid behind the red Tom. The kitten gulped shocked and scared as the Tom held his bloody paw around his throat. "I asked ya something, kit." The tall Tom hissed angry as he tightened his grip on the young kitten's throat. The kitten nodded his little head quickly, afraid of what the older Tom could do to him. "Good… So tell me, what's your name?" The red Tom asked, trying to sound nice while he removed his paw. The little Tom hesitated a little but when he saw the tall Tom's face turning angry he quickly stumbled: "M-M-Mungojerrie, Sir." The tall Tom smiled and Mungojerrie turned his face away. He was ashamed of his fear for the Tom. His father always told him to never be afraid of anyone or anything… But look what that did to his father… The little Tom looked at the dead orange with black striped Tom behind the nodding red Tom. "So, Mungojerrie… I don't think ya wanna end up like your nice father, do ya?" The red Tom asked as he smiled at the killed Tom. Mungojerrie gulped scared. "N-No, sir." Mungojerrie stumbled frightened. "Good… I'll let ya live if you help me." The Tom offered and looked at the kitten smiling, waiting for an answer. Mungojerrie gulped scared again. "I'll help you, sir." Mungojerrie answered, though he knew being killed was a better option. "Good, first I want you to bring this to someone I know." The Tom said as he showed Mungojerrie a package. Mungojerrie nodded still scared and took the little box. "You have to bring this to a Queen who lives in Victoria Grove. She's waiting for you in front of her house. If you decide to walk out of me, I won't keep my promise too, and I think ya know what that means?" The thin, red Tom asked, unsheathing his paws. Mungojerrie 's eyes widened as he saw the sharp nails which were covered with blood. "I won't, sir…" Mungojerrie said with his voice shaking. "Good, she'll tell you where to find me, that way you know where to go to if you have to report at me." The Tom explained. Mungojerrie nodded afraid, he knew if he wouldn't come to him in a few days he would get in trouble. "Alright, I'll see you later." The Tom said smiling and turned around to leave the home of Mungojerrie and his father. They lived here since his mother died a few months ago, she had an awful disease. Mungojerrie and his father had to steal from humans to stay alive. His father came in trouble when he tried to steal in the same house as a few of Macavity 's workers did. Macavity wouldn't do anything to him if he came to work for him. When his father refused, Macavity started to chase him and sent his agents on him. Mungojerrie always tried to protect his father, he was the only thing he had… But now he was alone, and in trouble… He's now officially a worker for the Napoleon of Crime.