Walking down the street was a young lion. He hadn't grown into his mane yet, but he still was decently handsome. He had golden fur, yellow eyes that glowed with mystery. He was dressed in a tacky fast-food uniform, and looked extremely tired. In his pocket was about $100 dollars and some change. The dogs were treated better than cats like him. They even got about 3 times his pay!! It was probably due to his boss having ties to a rogue canine street gang. This information was from a few rumors he heard from friends, and it sure seemed true. The boss was like a best friend toward dogs, but treated cats like dirt. Especially him, today he literally had to "deal with his shit" when his boss used the bathroom and the toilet broke. Guess who had to fix it? On the bright side, he had some money, and he was going home to the only people who loved him in the whole, wide world, his family.

He was only a hop, jump, and skip away from his house. It was a broken down apartment, which housed a family of four, but only had one bedroom, a miniscule living room, and a busted bathroom with a toilet which always needed fixing. He had a smile on his face when he quickly checked the mailbox by the front door, hoping for a check. There were the opposite, bills. He sighed as he picked them up and opened the front door. He stopped when he noticed a splotch of red on the door knob. In the back his mind, he felt that when he opened this door, he would regret even coming in. Nah, he was being paranoid. He pushed open the door.

There was barren and there was bright, scarlet red all over the filthy, disgusting carpet. He now knew that something was definitely going on. He looked toward the TV, and saw his father covered in blood. He walked over to get a closer look, which he would never wish he had done. There was a pleading, begging look on his father's dead face and a gigantic hole where his chest and belly belonged. Replaced with it was a huge pool of blood and disfigured organs.

"Logan….."

The young lion quickly glanced around the living room. He thought he was hearing things. It was nothing, the whole room was empty. Tears started running down his face. All that was left was his mother and his sister. He hoped and prayed that they didn't reach the same fate as his father.

"Logan…."

He turned around again. He heart began racing as he searched around for the source of that noise. He went into the kitchen and found his mother on the floor covered in blood. Her fresh white fur was splotched with red, and a dead, scared look was in her eyes. There was a strange, white substance covered all over her body and there was a clutter of condoms on the floor in front of her. Logan was immensely disgusted.

"Sweet God, Mother, are you okay?!!" Logan said to his mother.

"Th-they raped me…………I-I-I can't breathe…."

"Mom!!! You're gonna be OK!!!! MOM!!!!" Logan screamed.

"Logan……help…me….." and with that, his mother's body went perfectly still.

He eyes said nothing but death, and all of the sudden Logan felt a strange cold aura coming from his mother's body. He stumbled away from her, deep in shock. Everything around him went blurry, his vision became dizzy, and he began to have difficulty breathing. He staggered toward the living room again, this time noticing his sister's decapitated head lying on the ground not far from his father. In a humongous distress, he sprinted out of the house and ran.

He did not stop for approximately 2 hours; he ran full speed, with all his might for about 20 miles, not even knowing what he was doing. On and on, thru different streets and roads, he ran on. Many people saw him, some even tried to stop him, but it was like they weren't even there. It was only him, a road, and behind him, a pool of his family's blood rushed after him. When he did finally stop, he quickly passed out and slept straight thru for 2 days. Every know and then he would whimper out:

" Am….I…..lost?"

He finally woke up. He wiped his face, due to it being covered with tears and blood. He got up off the cold, concrete ground he was lying on. He felt a sharp pain in his upper back. He touched his back and found that a small, piece of bone-like material was growing out of it. His hand slid down the rest of his back, and he found another one, a few inches beside the other one.

"…WHAT THE HELL," Logan screamed. "Am I about to die like the rest of my family?!!!!"

He became frightened. He tried to rip out the stubs in his back, but did not prevail; however, they stared to bleed and began to enlarge. He became terrified and began to think he was hallucinating. The more he screwed with his back, the angrier and more frantic he became. Suddenly he heard something. He turned around and saw somebody at the end of the street.

"This has to be a nightmare. It has to be. Maybe she can get me out of this."

He walked toward a girl sitting on the other side of the street. He noticed that she was crying loudly. The earsplitting pain drove him insane, but he continued on toward her. As he got closer, he began to feel light-headed. It grew worse when he got nearer.

"Whoa, I feel nauseous. What is going on? Ugh. Why the hell is she crying…."

He was finally right in front of her. He stared the young woman in the face. She was a beautiful white jaguar who had a few marks and scars all over her body. Her clothes were torn, and she was crying frantically. She looked up at him, her face covered in tears and blood. Then she screamed in a hideous demonic voice:

"DIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Logan Kross immediately blacked out