Chapter VII:Curiosity Kills the Cat
ORGY LEADS TO MASSACRE
The headlines froze Weiss' blood. Schwarz was dead. Every single one of them.
They were found naked and bloody in their mansion. Obviously, an orgy had taken place and somehow, someone decided to quench his bloodlust.
This could have been good news but the realization that something so strong, even capable of wiping out Schwarz, couldn't escape them.
Who the hell could've murdered them?
"Reading Kritiker's report," Manx started. "I guess it is just right for us to be more cautious. This new enemy may not be who we think he is..." She cast Omi a lingering look.
"How do we know it's not Schreient?" Ken asked.
"We don't know if it's Schreient," Manx answered abruptly. "Believe it or not, guys... Kritiker has no lead... no idea whatsoever..."
"Oh..." Ken's voice trailed off. Die Walkurie... could it be? But why?
"Anyway, Schreient's a group of masochistic lesbians," Manx added, unconsciously stroking her butt. "They don't dig homosexual orgies..."
"How did you know?" Yoji asked teasingly.
"Ha!" Manx barked. "I'll be going now... and remember, keep your eyes open." She waved and climbed up.
Yoji let out a deep breath.
"You're right, Yoji," Ken remarked. "This is another burden on us."
"Sha, Ken!" Yoji objected. "I wasn't commenting on the murder. Serves Schwarz right after all!"
"Then why did you seem exasperated?"
Yoji sighed. "Even in the midst of all this commotion, Manx still turns me on!"
Ken chuckled, shaking his head. "Pervert..." He glanced at Omi. The boy had been quiet for the whole time. They didn't know he was thinking... Perverts deserve to die.
Nobody noticed Omi's dark stare at Yoji.
It's been two weeks since the slaughter. As much as I want to deny it, but my thirst for pig's blood has not yet been quenched.
Pigs must die. Pigs are dirty dirty creatures, all muddy and sinful. Sinful blobs of fat, doing nothing but gorging on their selves. Useless stinking fuckers...
Gods! Pigs must die!
...But the kittens must not know...One of them seems to be growing a snout, though...I'd just have to torture the pig-kitten. Teach him a lesson or two...
Mother Cat seems to be having suspicions. I have a feeling she knows. Maybe it's time to hear the silence defeat the purrs.
Love me tender...Love me sweet...
Manx sang with the classic hit, soaping her elbows, trying to wash the stress away. A break, yes, that's what she wanted. Something's wrong with Kritiker... The info they've been giving her seems to be wrong. How could a 15-year-old...? Well, I know I shouldn't be judgmental or anything...but the pieces don't seem to fit...And I know him, for God's sake... Ah, shit, TWILIGHT... You're still a mystery to me.
"O my darling, I love you andlniflagkghkhfg..." She soaked herself in the tub, gurgling to the tune, as her mind ticked. For some time now, Kritiker has been trying to solve the real cause of Schwarz's death... Not that it's a loss in the psycho department... It's just annoying how the killer left no trace at all, except for unidentified semen, which may have belonged to all of the four, combined during their, uh, intercourse.
Manx sank herself deeper in the bubble bath. This killer must really be...I dunno...MORE EVIL? Who knows? But one thing's certain: he's very powerful... To think...that Crawford hadn't known this beforehand, Schuldig not reading bloodthirsty thoughts, and Nagi failing to keep "Twilight's" hands off him...and don't forget that Farfarello freak. Jeezus, he died! That loon can't just die like that. It'd take three-fourths of hell and heaven unified to topple him down...
The redhead rose from the soapy water, wiping her soaked face. Goddamnit! I can't believe he's Twilight... I just couldn't! She was about to lean her head back when she noticed the silence. "That's weird... I don't remember turning off the gramophone."
Suddenly there was a sound... Soft and barely recognizable...
Meow...
Manx's brow met. A cat?
Meow meow...
What the hell is a cat doing in my apartment! She hurriedly stepped out of the tub, grabbing her trusty Angel Arms, not even bothering to dry her bloody mane.
She slightly opened the door and peered outside. Where's the damn cat?
"C'mon, kitty kitty kitty..." Manx teased, looking around for signs of movement.
Meow...
"Oi kitty..."
Meow meow...
...And from the darkness, a feline emerged; its ears pointed up, signifying its awareness that there's a human here somewhere.
Meow...
A smile played across Manx's lips, as she imprisoned the Abyssinian in her stare. She stood straight and got out of the bathroom, carefully hiding the pistol behind her.
"And who sent you here, kitty?" She asked softly.
The cat stopped licking its paw and gave her a calculating stare. Dark...and almost human.
As if it knew what she was thinking.
As if it so fuckingly knew everything.
"Why are you here, kitty?" Manx asked, kneeling on one slender leg, motioning the cat to come closer.
It gaped at her, as if trying to say, "What do you think of me? An idiot?" Nevertheless, by some strange force, the feline trod towards the naked girl with the red hair.
"Yeah, that's it... Don't be scared," Manx coaxed, squatting on the cold marble floor.
The cat finally reached her. It hopped onto her lap, walking around slowly, trying to find the perfect spot to rest its head on. It purred softly, satisfied with the comfort of his head on her thigh.
Manx caressed the cat's back, feeling the softness of the velvet fur on her palm. It had been a long time since she felt something like this before...
Her hand traveled up, gliding from its back to its neck and up to its fluffy ears. But just as she did so, the cat freaked out, shrieking loudly and convulsing uncontrollably.
"What the - "Manx tried to calm the cat, setting her gun aside, on top of a cabinet. "Oh shut up, you fucking cat!"
But the noise gradually increased. The temptation of taking Angel Arms and seeing the blood seep out of the animal almost captivated Manx. But the girl had to control herself. If she would lose it to a damn little kitten, how much more to a person? If she would react like this during a certain situation, she would not only lose her job, but her life as well.
A giggle floated in the air. Too familiar, Manx thought, as her head snapped in the direction of the unknown voice, diverting her attention.
"Oh, it's you!" Manx exclaimed, relieved at the sight of the person. For a while, she thought...
"Who else did you expect?" The visage replied, now caressing the calm purring feline.
Manx laughed at the irony of it. Silly of her! "You wouldn't believe wh -"
Manx's lips were silenced by the person's kisses. She squirmed under his surprisingly strong grasp; yet undeniably enjoying the feel of his experienced tongue giving life to her.
She caught her breath when he finished the kiss. "What was that for?" She asked, staring deep into his eyes, attempting to find Meaning. She wasn't expecting an answer.
He sat down and leered at Manx's glistening figure. The cat ran to his side, playfully nuzzling his hand. He clucked his tongue and teased, "You never changed at all."
The redhead snorted but didn't cover herself whatsoever.
"Why didn't you allow our relationship to continue, Manx?" The person asked, somewhat in a state of nostalgia.
"Relationship?" Manx almost spewed. She didn't expect this guy to create relationships.
"Whatever..." The guy rephrased.
"It's abnormal," Manx answered. "Sooner or later, it's going to end, anyway..."
"When?" He counterattacked, standing up.
None of them made a move. Manx was dumbstruck; he was waiting.
The guy shook his head, and whispered, "You don't even know."
"I tried... I really d -"
The redhead never got the chance to finish her sentence. She gasped, glaring at the person, then looked at the shot boring a hole through her chest, clutching it, somehow hoping it was all a fucking nightmare...and looking back at her murderer.
"So it's you..." Manx managed to say, writhing for Angel Arms. "It was fun while it lasted!" Her hands groped for the pistol...but her eyes widened at the sight of the killer twirling her baby in his gloved hands.
The cat! It was the cat! Her head throbbed painfully, as she fell on the tiled floor, painting it red.
She took a deep breath. No... And closed her eyes.
The Abyssinian purred.