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Life was easy. I had a stable easy job, in my dad's bistro, and a good social life. I trained every day, and because I worked in a bistro, I didn't have much trouble finding food.
I found myself in a routine. Luckily I was able to using music to escape, so to speak, from my regular life. I played guitar for at least five years, and I was always on the stage at parties. I found myself in a rut of music as well, unfortunately…
It was always the same music. We had a few different genres, but most rats liked dancing to the same type of song sadly. It's like an author always writing the same book really. Everything changed one day.
It was a party arranged by Django. The band was playing some originals, and people seemed to like it. It was a bit scary at first, because we had a new drummer, but when we started playing those scares left our minds.
There was a point in the song where I didn't have to play, so I looked at the partying rats for a second. Dad was telling some story. Probably about finding a new herb or something. I rolled my eyes. Emile, my uncle, was eating something that looked rather nice. I was very hungry, because we had been playing non-stop for 2 hours or something.
Django was talking quite fanatically to a strange rat I hadn't seen before. I asked my bassist, but the rat was also a stranger to him. It was weird, but I had to play a solo. I wish I paid more attention that moment…
First thing I noticed was everyone running away, even the band stopped playing mid-song. I picked up my guitar and amp and ran with them. As I was running I saw what happened. Django was shot in the head.
We ran to the hiding holes that were made in the walls. Mostly used for when the health inspector came by, they really came in handy this time. I ran right into the streets of Paris for a few blocks until I found a spot I felt save. I sat there for a solid hour. Reminded of a human song, I played Sound of Silence, by Simon and Garfunkel. It helped me calm my loneliness and hunger.
"Is everybody present?" Remy asked the troops, when he returned to the bistro. "They can't find Guillaume." One of the counting rats answered. Remy walked around in frustration. "What should we do with the shooter?" One of the soldiers asked. "Interrogate him." He said, raising a smile. "And then… let the rats take care of him."
It was cold in the night. I found some garbage to eat, but still felt very lonely. I looked down the street to see where I was, but, to my terror, I was lost. I walked around until the sunrise, but it felt like I was only going further away from home.
Remy listened to the soldier. "The shooter is a henchman of the cannibals we've been fighting." Remy shrugged his head at the thought of the cannibals. "Any news on Guillaume?" He asked. "We have a few search parties," Remy opened his eyes in hopefulness. "But we didn't find him… yet!" The soldier left the office, after a second of silence.
I looked at all the streets signs, to try to remember something… anything at all. I saw two rats coming from the corner. I walked over to them, which was very dangerous with all the bad rats out there. I wouldn't have done that were it not for the fact that I was lonely, and desperate.
"Hey!" I screamed. The two rats looked over to me. They walked over to me, very slowly, and surrounded me. "You seem like a tasty rat…" One of the two said. I started growing uncomfortable. I tried to step out of the middle, but the rat behind me grabbed me. "Don't run away." The one behind me said. "You will make a great meal…"
"Sarge," one of the rats walking up front looked at the leader of the group. "We have been looking for hours." Another soldier took over. "Yeah, I don't think we are going to find him." He looked around him. "Paris is a big city after all, and quite dangerous." "You're not saying that he is… dead, are you?" Another one responded. "Guys, a lonely rat is out there, in a dangerous city." The sergeant interrupted. "We can't leave him behind like this!"
The two rats were getting closer and closer. I threw my hind paw back right in the crotch of the cannibal. The other one surprised of the sudden turn of events tried to take a jab at me, but I ducked and grabbed the back of his head, only to throw it to the ground. I might not look tough, but I will not be eaten by these two abominations. I ran away from the wailing furballs.
Remy didn't know what to think or do. He started cooking, to clear his mind. He didn't cook his Ratatouille, he did that so many times. No, he made his decision. The original soup he made, when Linguini threw the cauldron to the floor. Remy had to think before he remembered the original recipe, but it didn't take too long.
My fur was ruffled up by the fight. I never wished for some rain more than right now, but Paris was especially weird with weather. I looked at the people walking in the street. Some of them had really expensive clothes on. Really most of them. Except for a red haired boy with curls. He seemed as out of place as Alfredo in the kitchen… Wait, it wás Alfredo. I ran over to him. I walked up on his leg, and on top of his head. Apparently he didn't seem to notice, 'cause he kept on walking.
Alfredo's phone rang. "Hello?" I couldn't quite make out what the other side was saying, but I thought I heard Colette. I heard a question, which Alfredo answered: "No, I haven't found him yet…" Immediately I revealed myself to him, leaving my hiding spot under his cap. He stared at me in wonder, then talked in his phone again. "You can stop searching, I found him."
This is not a one-shot story. More chapters to come!
