This Chapter's from the killer's POV and by the end of it any person with the most basic knowledge of Cats should be able to say who he is I mean, ginger fur? homicidal tendancies? Who else is it going to be? Unless you can picture a very sadistic Skimble which I (almost) can't.

WARNING: This chapter contains suggested rape, swearing, a look into the killer's mind, and a possible glimpse into his past.

'Perfection' the killer decided as he gazed at the silken bed before him 'should never be underrated'

In this Cat forsaken world of disorder, asymmetry and so called 'freedom' there were only a few things that he considered to be worthwhile. And fewer still which he believed to be perfect. But oh what items of perfection they were... Take his killings for instance. They were sudden. They were violent. They were ballsy. They were untraceable. They were flawless

and only the beginning…

Walking through the streets that day he'd seen countless Jellicles pouring over the morning papers exclaiming in surprise when they found their beloved lawyer's body on the front page. And the story that came with it, compliments of the press, was fantastic. While the people and the police were speculating over her past cases and opponents who wanted revenge, he was lounging on a park bench thinking to himself 'you fuckers have NO idea'. And now the evening news would be devoted to reporting the deaths of two seemingly harmless queens who'd been brutally murdered by a mystery cat. He liked that name, The Mystery Cat; it had a nice ring to it.

The news reporter had also talked about the so called 'achievements' that these queens had accomplished. They'd even gone as far as to say that their death was 'a tragic loss to society'. He'd smiled patronizingly at that. Oh yes it the death of those queens certainly appeared to be a tragic loss. It was partly why he'd chosen them in the first place, in the lawyer's case he'd been fantasizing about having his way with her body for years. But the loss of 'progressive' queens like them wasn't a loss necessarily. In fact for hardworking deserving toms like him it was a gain. Just think, if that stroppy little bitch who called herself the Head of the Department and his old work place hadn't…

The killer growled and his paws reflexively curled inwards as those hated memories came to surface. Where was his order!

A timid knock sounded and the door opened. 'About time!' he thought as he surveyed his reward for his hard day of work.

She wasn't a tabby or a calico which was good. He'd had more than enough of calicos for one day. This creature with her slender limbs and slanting eyes was much more exotic. A Siamese if his judgment was correct. Wordlessly he reached out a paw to caress her cherubic face. She flinched away. The audaciousness! With a growl he threw her on the bed her head hitting the wall with a crack as he did so. Swiftly he climbed in after her and grabbed her hips to pull her forwards. Her arms reached up to protect her face and he pinned them back to the bed immobilising any further resistance. A low whimper of fear escaped her lips when he forcefully pushed her legs apart with his knee. Before moving in he gazed once more at the scene in front him. And was satisfied with what he saw.

'Oh yes' he smirked 'perfection should never be underrated'.

And as you can see folks I DO NOT believe in a perfect society or people. It just doesn't happen! This belief is something I've reacently tried to incorporate into my writing and I think to have the characters not being perfect (except for Oswald who's perfectly cute!) has definetly made them more interesting and fun to write about. Hopefully they're more fun and interesting to read about as well!

Luv Felix

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