Hey! I am so sorry for not updating this story sooner, but I've had a case of writers block when it comes to this one. But it's cured now, so on with the story!
See previous chapters for disclaimer.
Jerry had just sat down when he heard a tapping sound at the back door. He frowned slightly, what on earth? He slid the door open and said. "Hello? A-anyone there?" He stepped a little into the garden. "Anyone?" No answer. Deciding it must have been the wind he backed into his house, locked the door and turned around.
And screamed. There was a RAT in his kitchen. And not a normal one, this one was massive, wearing a robe and had long stick in his hand. The thing smiled, as if scaring people on a regular basis was his job.
"Ah, hello Jerry." It said, as if Jerry had invited it in.
"W-what are you?"
"A rat. I would have thought the tail and fur would make it obvious."
"How-how do you know my name? W-w-what are you d-doing here?"
"I have a bone to pick with you." The rat took a step closer. "You hurt my son."
"Your…son…"
"Think back. "
"Erm…"
"One word, junkyard."
Jerry frowned before a sick feeling came in his stomach. "That was your son!?" His voice sounded like he'd inhaled helium.
"Mmm-hmm. Now, Jerry, what do you think this is?" It held the stick out.
"A…a…stick…"
"Would a stick be capable of doing this?" And with that the rat suddenly swung the stick to the side and fatally injured the microwave. It stopped and fixing Jerry with a steely glare continued. "This is a Bo-staff. It's a martial arts weapon and perfectly capable of going through your throat." It may as well have been talking about the weather.
"M-my throat."
"Mmm-hmm. Shall we put it to the test?" And the rat suddenly lunged forward as Jerry shrieked and fell to the ground.
"DON'T KILL ME, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"
"Why shouldn't i?" The calmness was gone now and the next words were spoken with venom. "You've ruined my son's life. Why do you deserve to live while he goes through suffering for something YOU did?!"
"He doesn't, he doesn't, I know, I'm so sorry, I promise I'll never do it again! I'll make it up, I'll do community service, and I'll look after disabled kids! I'll clean out dog cages. I'll litter-pick; I'll work in an old-folks home! I'll do ANYTHING just don't kill me!" Jerry was sobbing now.
The rat paused at that. "Anything?" Fearing to speak Jerry silently nodded. "Okay. Leave my family alone. I never want you to show your face down that junkyard again. I don't want you within 100 miles of my son – any of them – and I want you to promise you'll never do anything like this again. Because if you do I will hunt you down. And next time, I will kill you."
"I'll never do it again…" the man whimpered. "Never again…" No answer. After a couple of minute of minutes Jerry risked a look. The rat was gone and the front window open.