Cool Kid Saves the Cats
Chapter 28: The Beast Rises
"What the hell?" Cool Kid says as he looks at M'Andrew's face. He loosens his grip on the scarf and lets his body hit the floor. "Was...was he like, into choking or something? Jesus Christ...eww…" He cringes a little, then looks at the scarf in his metallic hand. The scarf was made of Cool Cat's fur, he could tell just by looking at the hair up close. Staring at this scarf, is both a motivator and a grim reminder.
He had to find Cool Cat, that was his mission above all else. It doesn't matter how much he loses as long as he finds Cool Cat. The world is more important than himself. However, it's been two years since he went missing. And during most of that time, Cool Kid had been unconscious, and FaDoug had been dead. No investigating was accomplished at all. Would it even be possible to find Cool Cat anymore? The only trail he's going on is a trail of battles, not clues. But that in itself may be a clue. If people are trying to stop him, then he must be on to something. Either way, he can't just give up on hope for Cool Cat (though he has kinda given up on Momma Cat). Even if he can't find him, he could still obliterate the people who took him away. Specifically, Butch the Bully. Thinking about ending him is all the motivation he needs right now.
Cool Kid looks at M'Andrew's corpse one last time, just to make sure he didn't somehow manage to survive the bullet to the head. After a few minutes, and several pints of blood later, it's clear that he's dead. Cool Kid takes a deep sigh, and looks at the scarf again. For some reason, he was able to destroy it and put it back together again. M'Andrew was mortified when he saw this, so it must be something that only he can do. He doesn't entirely get it himself, but there's something he can do with this scarf that nobody else can. He sighs again, then places it inside his coat. He doesn't like the idea of carrying around the weapon that killed FaDoug, but he doesn't have much of a choice.
He walks away from M'Andrew's corpse, and towards the large building he noticed before. That building...it's drawing him towards it. Something about it is calling him. As he stares at the building, he finally notices the night sky. He pulls out his phone, which he had been charging with his robot arm, and looks at the time. It's already close to eleven at night. He sighs and keeps on walking as he puts the phone away. It's not like the time actually matters, he was just surprised by how much time has passed already. As he's lost in thought about the time, he hears a strange noise. It's distant, but remarkably unusual. It's coming from behind him, far behind him. In fact, by using his mathematical skills, Cool Kid determines that the sound is coming from where he left M'Andrew's corpse. He can't just ignore it, he rushes back.
When he arrives, all he sees is the needle-knife, and a large puddle of blood.
"Dammit! Was he alive after all!?" Before pursuing this line of thought any further, Cool Kid bends down and looks at the puddle of blood. There's something wrong with it. Firstly, there is too much blood here. Even for a head bullet hole in the head, not this much blood would result from that. There appear to be gallons before him. Cool Kid looks deeper into the puddle, and notices the second problem: there are small chunks of meat inside the blood.
"I see...so his body didn't up and move...it….was destroyed." Just as he says that, he hears the noise again, but this time, it was much closer. In fact, it was right next to him. He looked to his right. Before him stood a beast. The darkness of the night covered it in shadow, but just the silhouette was terrifying. In his mouth, the beast held M'Andrew's arm, and in a second, it went straight into its mouth. The beast consumed the hand quickly, and swallowed it nearly whole. From the beasts mouth, as it chewed, came the sound once again. Cool Kid's eyes widened.
He….this thing….it ATE M'Andrew! Cool Kid sat there in shock as the beast ate what remained of M'Andrew. Strangely, it wasn't reacting to Cool Kid in any meaningful way. Maybe it's like a T-Rex? He can only see me when I move? Cool Kid thought this to himself, but wasn't sure if he believed it or not, but he might as well go with it. He reaches around slowly, going for his gun. As soon as he touches it, the noise stops. Cool Kid's eyes widen again, as he looks at the beast, now staring directly at him. Before he can even try to respond, the beast opens its paw, revealing its claws, and violently swipes Cool Kid, sending him flying in the air, with blood streaming from the scratch marks.
Some Time Earlier
A frail and skinny man runs down a dark hallway. He's clearly out of breath, with each step, he exerts more and more air, his lungs are barely surviving. He is drenched in sweat already as he runs as quickly as possible. Finally, he makes it to the door at the end of the hallway. He immediately stops in front of the door. He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a container of breath mints, and pops on in his mouth. He then fixes his tie, straightens out his hair, takes a deep breath then quickly opens the door.
"U-u-u-h-uhhh….s-s-sir….I-I have an u-update!" The skinny man says. The man he's talking to has his back turned to him. He is wearing nothing but black, and has vivacious blond hair. The man sighs, then turns around to face the skinny man. He was none other than Butch the Bully. Butch looks at the main with anger in his eyes.
"What….is it?" Butch says to the man. Butch's voice is incredibly deep, with each breath anger exudes out of his mouth. It's as though a thunderstorm erupts with each word. The skinny man is taken a back and doesn't respond for a second. Butch sighs again. "Yes Nathaniel?" The skinny man, Nathaniel, finally snaps out of his daze and saluts Butch.
"S-s-sorry sir! I uh...or we, have two very important updates for you!"
"Very well." Says Butch. "I have several hours until...my announcement. I am free for now." Nathaniel nods and swallows a little.
"Very good sir! Well first, there's an update regarding our mole...uh...N'Anbrough?" Butch sighs.
"M'Andrew." He says bluntly.
"Oh yeah! M-my apologies! Well it uh, seems that his cover has been blown…" Butch stops, then looks at Nathaniel. There's fire in his eyes.
"He….WHAT!?"
Nathaniel screams. "C-C-C-Cool Kid just shot at him by this tree on a hill….a-a-and he used his scarf to protect himself! It seems Cool kid discovered it somehow!"
Butch sighs and scratches his head, then crosses his arms. "I had assumed that, thanks to his overbearing brother complex, he would have made a good clone of FaDoug. How foolish I was. That M'Andrew isn't good for anything." He sighs again. "Very well, M'Andrew won't last long now, he has no possibility of winning against Cool Kid, though he may foolishly believe in himself. It looks like I'll have to prepare….guess I might have to hold off my fucking speech."
Nathaniel speaks up. "W-w-well sir, there is that other piece of news…"
"Oh yes, go ahead." Butch faces him again.
"We uh….we found it." Nathaniel smiles giddily. Butch just raises an eyebrow.
"It?"
"Yes!"
"I see…."
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"WHAT IS IT!?"
Nathaniel covers himself in fear. "Uhhhh….p-p-p-p-p-project 794 sir…..we found it! You told me to look out for it especially, so I thought it would be obvious…"
Butch looks at him and crosses his arms again. "Really? Where did you find it? It has been lost for quite some time."
"The-the team actually found him….wandering the deserts of Iraq...sir."
Butch has a perplexed look on his face. "Iraq? How in the hell did it get there?"
"I don't know sir...but I have a t-theory...I believe the experiments on him were a s-success!"
Butch's expression lightens. "Really? Bring him here then."
"B-but sir, aren't you worried he might atta-"
"I can handle him, just bring him here."
Nathaniel nods and rushes out. After about ten minutes, he comes back with a giant steel box.
"Okay...he's locked in here."
"Open it."
"I'm just….not sure that's such a-"
"Open. It."
With a light nod, Nathaniel hesitantly unlocks the cage. The second the lock is disengaged, a beast comes runnin from the box straight at Butch. It jumps in the air, claws out, ready to claw out his throat. But right as it reaches clawing distance, it stops mid air.
Butch grabbed it by the throat. He squeezes tightly. Quickly, the beast's roar turns into a pathetic whimper.
"That's right. You remember your master, don't you?" He squeezes tighter. "Now, play dead." The beast pretends to go limp. In this state, Butch analyzes every inch of its body, all while suspending it in midair with one hand. "You were correct Nathaniel, the experiments were a success." He releases the beast, and it falls harshly to the floor. "794 has officially transformed; he is no longer alive, nor dead. He has reached a new plain of existence!" He bends down in front of the beast. "You may very well be indestructible."
He looks at Nathaniel and grunts. "Send him out after Cool Kid."
"S-sir?"
"He might have a chance at killing him after M'Andrew falls."
"B-but sir, he hasn't eaten since being in Iraq! He must be starving!"
"Good. Then he'll be even more aggressive just to feed himself." Before letting Nathaniel reply, Butch snaps his finger and points out the door. "You already know him, Cool Kid, I want you to be a good boy and go kill him. Can you do that for me?" The beast barks in excitement as he stands up. "Good. Now go, go and kill Cool Kid for me, Dirty Dog!"
The beast, Dirty Dog, barks then nods, then rushes out the door. The only thing he can think of, is how delicious Cool Kid's flesh will taste.