Scourge stood on top of a Dumpster, watching all the cats under his command. He had fought and killed his way to the top in a short time, but he still felt something was missing. He no longer felt anything when he crushed the throat of another cat between his jaws in combat, or even just because.
But something was different now. He felt nothing at all. No remorse, no mercy, nothing at all. Even when he wasn't fighting and killing, he felt nothing.
But he also felt something missing. He felt he had lost something in his struggle to power.
Maybe that something was his heart.
He tried to dismiss the feeling, but it felt too true. Maybe it was.
