I smirk slightly as I enter my secret garden, easily slipping through a weak spot in the thorny hedges that surround it.
"Hello, my beauties," I whisper to my plants' green leaves, being careful not to touch anything. Not yet, at least. "Are you ready to begin your work?"
Here seems to be as good of a point as any to say that it is unnatural, to do what I do. No cat- except, perhaps, Macavity- should have such a knowledge of poison. No cat should have made it their life's work to collect these- these weapons, from all over the world, and put them in one place.
"M'lady, looking lovely as usual," I say tenderly to the belladonna plant, before turning to a different shrub. "Lord Oleander, you appear to be growing quite nicely…"
I continue on in this fashion until I reach a certain tree, nimbly hooking my claws into its bark as I begin to climb.
Once I get to a sturdy branch, I hoist myself onto it, regaining my balance. I make my way along the branch after a moment to enjoy the view.
"I'm sorry about the slight pain that this will cause you, dearest Othalanga, but at least it will cause that scumbag even more," I murmur to the tree, deftly reaching out and plucking off one of its small, mango-like fruits. A thick, white sap oozes from where the fruit had been picked. I ignore it, tucking the fruit into my collar and going back to the ground.
It's time to set this turn of events into motion…
~PH~
"Tugger, baby," I purr, rubbing against him with mock flirtation. Like I could ever love him again, after what he did to me…
He grins, wrapping an arm around my waist.
"Hey, Bombs," he greets, kissing me on the cheek. "You look great tonight."
I bet you've said that to every other queen you've met, I think bitterly, pasting a smile on my face.
"Why, thanks, sweetheart," I whisper, taking the Othalanga fruit I had picked out of my collar. "Here. I brought you a treat…" I know that he can't resist gifts of food- after all, the way to a tom's heart is through his stomach.
In his case, it's doubly true.
"Thanks, Bomba," that idiotic Maine Coone replies, still with that foolish smile on his face as he pops the fruit into his mouth. I have to try not to smirk as I watch his pleased expression suddenly change to one of shock.
"Woah- there's something pretty strong in this snack of yours," he chokes out, dropping to his knees. I finally allow myself to sneer at him.
"Cerberin, sweetheart," I snap. "It has some… ah… heart-stopping effects."
His eyes widen, his hands going to his throat.
"I bet you wish you hadn't been seeing that alley cat now, huh?" I smirk, pushing him to the ground. "Your time…"
I lean close to his face, and hiss the last words to him as he dies.
"… is up."
~PH~
I'm rather proud of how the first part turned out. The second part? Not so much. I feel like it could have used some more description, or something…
Anyway, the reason why Bomba says that cerberin has "heart-stopping" effects is because it does. Literally.
So, do you think I should do another chapter? Otherwise, it'll just be a oneshot.
Review, and let me know!
P.S. I don't own Cats.