I leaned back, admiring my work. Seven more officers, dead. I was a master at death. But dawn was licking the sky, and I became nothing more than a cat again. Growling indignantly for my practically helpless form, I walked in front of someone—and got picked up. "Shh! You're skin and bones!" the guy shushed.
I recognized the voice. It was the armored man from when the fiery military man and I had met. I struggled frantically to get away, forgetting that he wouldn't recognize me, because I was a cat. "Don't worry! I won't hurt you!" he said quietly, tucking me behind his breast-plate. I was amazed to find the armor empty until I saw the blood seal. It was so tempting to reach up and scratch it out, but I realized that I could use this to my advantage.
I mewed in discomfort as he tripped a little. "Al, what was that?" demanded someone outside. I thought I knew the voice, so I poked my head out. "Al!" It was the little shrimp I'd jumped on!
"But brother! She's almost a skeleton!" 'Al' objected as the shrimp pulled me out by my scruff.
I hissed, reaching up to claw at his hand. Ouch! My claws scrapped metal! I squirmed out of his hand and ran back to Al. "See? She likes me!" he said as I purred, rubbing against his legs.
"No, Al, now go put her back!"
"But Edward!"
"No!"
I meowed pitifully, climbing into Al again. "I'm not objecting. You stay in there!" Al told me.
"Gladly." I purred, knowing he wouldn't understand me. "Thank you Al, but today is your last day!"
That night, I crept up to Edward's bed, knife ready to dig into his soft flesh. I slashed downwards, smiling as I saw the knife rip through his coat. Let the screams begin!