Disclaimer: Intro.

Author's Note: This is the 76th theme, 'Insanity'. If you haven't read the previous drabble, please do go read it. That's the only way this makes sense.

I'm aware that I've written something and just completely destroyed it with this drabble... but the idea was too good to resist. Sue me. xD

This is the rewrite spinoff of one of the scenes in the previous drabble.

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"What do you want of me?" Janga whispered, looking uncharacteristically depressed and defeated. He sighed again. "Leorina, just say what you want."

"Isn't it so blatantly obvious, Janga? I've come to take revenge. Also, in addition to that, I'm getting paid, so wouldn't you agree it was a fair deal? You've done worse, much worse. I'm doing the world a big favour, I believe."

"You talk too much." The cat snarled, but there was nothing he could do. His hostility seemed to deflate, and he suddenly looked old, tired and so much ill than before. "Does it really have to end this way, Leorina? Can we not talk?"

"Talking was an option. That was long ago. Sorry, no chance." The girl smiled cruelly. "Besides, I think you said you wanted me to shut up. Any last words, Janga?"

"I have none." Janga whispered, and hung his head. But then he looked up again, his old hate and malice flickering in his eyes. "Take your revenge. You've waited so long - " He laughed flatly, the sound echoing around the room. Leorina looked coldly at him. Janga gulped, wincing inwardly.

This would hurt.

But then the sound faded as Leorina reached not for the knife in her belt, but deep in her pockets. She grasped something oblong and pulled it out - Janga gasped. Leorina had pulled out something so vile, so horrible, in fact so... twisted that it was illegal, out of her pocket. Janga felt his eyes burning with the disturbingness of it all, and backed away, his claws digging into the floor. He had not wanted to meet such an undignified end, but this was just...

Only someone so crazy as Leorina would use that, he thought. Even I'm not that insane. Only someone like Leorina would keep that in her pocket.

It was a trainer. It was a worn, quite filthy shoe, black and classy on the outside but that only served to disguise the real weapon. There were patterns on the bottom of it, grips round and dimpled, and the laces were black and thick - and there! There was that distinctive swish.

Janga looked at Leorina, eyes wide, breathing hard and fury in his eyes.

"How right you should kill me... with a Nike."

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As my beta said to me, 'The joke's so bad it's good'.

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