Chapter 2: Swiss Massacre

I looked over at the tom to the right of me again and he jumped down to the yard. I followed. He stopped just a few inches from the tom, sat down and sighed, shaking his head.

"Of all cats, why you? You never did anything; you were so peaceful," his voice was different, so he must've come from somewhere else. He looked at me.

"Umm, hello. I'm Feliciano Vargas and, I just moved here with my brother and our masters," I said. The tom stood up and walked over to the tree we were standing under and began sharpening his claws.

"Ludwig," was all he said. I looked down at the tom on the ground. He was a creamy blonde, a sort of vanilla color with chocolate brown paws, one being black. On his shoulder was a scar shaped like a cross, probably from a battle long ago. His throat was ripped open, blood pouring out of it. It was sickening and sad with his green eyes staring blankly into space.

"Who is this?" I asked curiously. The tom, Ludwig he called himself, looked at me.

"Vash Zwingli. His sister will be very upset, knowing that her big brother is dead," he said and sighed again "he was like a brother to me, so I grew fond of him." I looked down at my paws.

"Who killed him?" I asked. Ludwig dug his claws into the bark, tearing chunks of it off.

"It must have been a Dosenöffner," he said. He spoke in a different language that I didn't understand.

"A what?" I asked.

"A can-opener," he said, growling a little.

"I don't get it," I said finally. He sat down.

"A human," he clarified for me. A human? Why would a human hurt his kitty like that? I looked back at Vash. From the looks of his pelt, he must've come from the mountains, so he must've been a close neighbor.

"But surely Switzerland wouldn't have hurt his kitty! A human couldn't do this, look!" I pointed to the tom's torn throat "Only teeth can do that!" Ludwig, growled deeply and I shivered. He probably wasn't the one that liked to be messed with, but I was persistent.

"Hnurr… listen here, Feliciano. I know someone that you'd like to meet. A real smartass like yourself," Ludwig growled. I wasn't afraid of him. I sat up and looked at him.

"Well, I'd like to meet this someone!" I said, pawing the ground excitedly. Ludwig shook his head and appeared to be chuckling roughly.

"Hm, well come with me and I'll show you your surroundings," Ludwig meowed and began to walk towards the brick wall around my new home. I purred loudly and began to bounce after him but stopped for a brief moment to look back at Vash. I said a silent prayer for him for he was a brother of my species and deserved to have a semi-proper funeral. Ludwig yowled at me, telling me to hurry up. I jumped up onto the wall and bounded after him towards the neighborhood. But one question remained:

…Who killed Vash?

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