A menacing figure, arcane in darkness and mystery, pursues an unfortunate man down a labyrinth of dark, twisting alleyways that snaked into dead ends barricaded in brick. The snakes of alleyways were suspiciously dark, the only light being by the silver full moon above. The night air itself were shrouded in a thick fog that obscured the sight of any foolish person to be out in these parts of the town, because where these two playing a perilous game of 'cat and mouse' are one of the "strange" ghettos of the massive city.

The pursuing person rounded a corner, their footsteps just a few meters from its prey.

Cold sweat perspired feverishly on the pursued victim as the young man wheezed hoarsely tried to escape the quite literal cat that was chasing him. The man's chest tightened as air became more and more derived from his lungs due to his bronchioles constricting. His heart drummed hard against his rib cage as he almost stumbles on a few littered bricks. While cursing underneath his breath, the man stole a peek behind himself in apprehension to see something that scared him even more than being chased…

There was no one there.

Not a sound was heard as he skidded to a halt. The ambient sounds of the neighboring highway roared subtly in the background. Barely audible sounds from the surrounding ghettos was also heard, but he didn't care about that at all as he tried to discern the slightest sounds of movement, pursuit, or even… The man gulped deeply and then let out a shuddering sigh… the mechanical clacking of a gun.

The young man began to hyperventilate as his desperate attempts to locate his pursuer was all for naught. With tears of fear streaming down his face, he began wildly turned his head back and forth which shook the dark hood of his jacket right off of his long, furry ears. He then looked up into the moon with scared, twitching orange eyes, the pale light of the moon lit up his fearful features. His panicky face shaking as he struggled to breathe correctly. Mucus streamed from his small, pink catlike nose as he shuddered anxiously.

The brown furred cat couldn't take it anymore as he started to panic for real; his raspy breaths became even more audible as he recklessly started to holler as he ran, with difficulty, down another bend of the alleyway. His eyes dilated to almost the size of a meager pea as he figured out that he ran into a dead end. He gasped and started to stutter incomprehensible words as he tried to figure out what to do now.

"NO! NO! NO, PLEASE, NO!" He cried with the utmost disbelief as he found out there was no way out of the dead end, and he was too frightened to run back where he started because the pursuant may be there.

With nerves frighten to grit redolent to that of a chinchilla, the brown cat frantically turned around to run in the direction he came from, but instead came face-to-face with someone that made his heart practically launch out of his throat. His knees buckled as realized that another dark figure was standing directly behind him within ten feet of him.

"NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T TURN ME IN! I PROMISE I WON'T SAY ANOTHER WORD! I PROMISE!" The cat pleaded with his life, fearful tears streaming down his face as the unknown figure approached him silently. The panic-stricken man finally lost his sanity and in an adrenaline fueled moment of hysteria, the crazed cat quickly picks up an abandoned rod of plumbing and pitifully ran at the dark figure with his newfound weapon poised.

The dark figure merely narrowed its eyes before stepping forwards with an unworldly speed and striking the man in the stomach with a hard punch, knocking him out cold.

[15 minutes later]

The strange figures were seen dropping the now reawakening brown cat off in a stuffy storage unit that already had three important looking characters; three strong and blinged out cheetahs. The room was lit by a single, dull bulb above that swayed aimlessly and an old wooden chair sat directly beneath it, which the brown cat was instantly shoved into. One of the cheetahs carried a slightly rusty, red, industrial grade wrench in on hand, smiling with malevolent intent in his sharp green eyes.

Once the young man realized where he was he instantly started to stutter, immediately afraid for his life as another one of the cheetahs, the darker one, smiled and approached the dark figure that had apprehended the man.

"I knew you could get the job done, thanks for catching our lil snitch here's-" The darker orange cheetah began to say to the dark figure who apprehended the snitch.

"NO PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE! PLEASE!" Screamed the man in baleful desperation, cutting off the darker pelted cheetah.

"YOU CAN START BY SHUTTING THE FUCK UP! Mikey, Mikey, gag him, he's making too much fucking noise!" the Darker pelt cheetah yelled behind him, the dark figure waited patiently.

"Here's your cut, I'll have another job for you later once the Big Man issues another warrant for someone's arrest." He handed a wad of cash into the dark figure's open palm then dismissing the person to join the other cheetahs inside of the storage unit.

The dark figure took a final glance inside of the storage unit to find the brown furred cat tied and gagged to the chair, his nostrils flaring profusely as he was obviously screaming, though muffled by the gag. The figure couldn't blame him though, she would be screaming too if she saw a large industrial grade pipe wrench coming down on her knee.

The dark figure ignored the muffled screams as the storage unit door came down and snuffed out the light. She then ran off and jumped up towards the moon reflecting, metal roofs of the rundown buildings around her to a spot well high in the air. With finesse the figure acrobatically scoured up through the various floors of the buildings using only her claws and skill. She vaulted herself through the air using outside plumbing and the metal apartment scaffolding and landed square on a tall, steep roof. She then dashed higher and climbed even higher. Once on top of an abandoned church spire the figure counted to itself the money she made that night, after that she then slowly took off the large hood that shrouded her face.

In the moon's pewter sheen the dark figure's face was finally revealed. Beautiful, thick, lavender fur ruffed and moved with the cool, October winds. A slight gust of wind adorned her body, wisping back her coat and her sending her hair moving like a flag. Sharp gold eyes stared towards the satellite that illuminated the sky with unknown emotions swimming in her golden depths. She wore a dark brown pea coat over a black sweater and for bottoms she wore black jogging pants and black combat boots.

Blaze the Cat said nothing as she sat perched on top of the spire expertly before looking down at her watch which read 2:00 am and was silently beeping, alarming her that it was time to go back home. Blaze stood up slowly and took in the gleaming skyline further off into the distance, then closer to her, the highways and byways, the red and white lights of cars blazed past creating streaks of tangible-like beams, and then even closer to her, below her, the darkened, fog ladened ghettos. The city contrasts so much in meager miles. She thought to herself. The lavender cat then stood up slowly and stuffing the dirty money into her coat pocket before putting her hood back over her head. She then jumped off the building, ran discreetly past a few suspicious buildings before making it to her car, about 6 blocks away.

After getting in she let her mind momentarily float about tonight's job, and then to the screaming man, but quickly she shook her head, and then bored down the road and off into the night.