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Chapter 6

Mestic tried walking away from Lid but she wasn't allowing him to go. Mestic felt that the conversation pretty much died down and didn't want to talk about O'Wildec anymore, much less continue conversing with her. Finally having enough, he tried to make a run for it but Lid's long tail coiled itself around his waist and was reeled back in, "if I'm the reason you stayed with the Alley Cats," she told him, "then the least you can do is open up to me."

"Oh, so now you wanna' open up?" Mestic countered, "ever since Nicus found you roaming the alleys you've always been the one who wanted to be the toughest when clearly you wouldn't even last against any of the street dwellers!"

"I outlived O'Wildec! What does that say?!"

"If it wasn't him then it'd be you we're tossin' in the Acme Swamp later, if that, should you have been the weakest then Lious woulda' had us shoot you instead of that other cat from way back when!"

"But I still did it, right in front of everyone!" Lid reeled Mestic much closer to her face until she felt his whiskers, "don't question my loyalty, no matter how distant I can be."

"Bipolar seems to be the better word here," the blue-shaded cat smugly uttered. The female brown cat scowled, she uncoiled her tail, "tell me something," she said, "I've been closer to you than any of the others, what problem caused us to behave like this? What is it that drives a wedge between you and me?" Mestic thought about it, his answer was so long that he wanted to combust with it and spew it in her face.

"Simple," he replied, "when I gave up a life for you, you didn't even appreciate it, it may as well have been my last." That alone was enough to crush her spirit, Lid let her guard down and hugged him, burying her face in his shoulders. He eventually returned the embrace.

In the distance, Nicus looked on as the two shared their warmth in each other's embrace. He glared at them as he remembered the night he found Lid and brought her back to the sewer to see if Lious would recruit her. "Dat' should be me," he said to himself, "he gave up a life for her…but I gave her a new one." He looked down on the ground and stared at his footpaws, Nicus scowled and turned around to leave, hoping that the further he was from them the sooner he can get back to his reality and not forget that he's an Alley Cat. "Emotions make us weak," he said to himself, "if I go soft den' we all look bad."

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Hamton sat in his car, parked right outside and staring at the house he was in front of the past night. It had the lights on and through the curtain's silhouette he saw her, brushing her hair while sitting in front of, what was most obviously her mirror like most women. He started thinking about her, he couldn't help it, but having her in his thoughts alone just wasn't cutting it. The pig reached for his phone and aggressively dialed. Hamton saw that she was still brushing her hair until she sat up in an alarmed manner. He saw her walking across her room until he saw her reach for her phone. "Pick up," he thought as he noticed that she hesitated in deciding to answer or not. In a few seconds she answered, "hello?" Hamton was ready to speak out but he quickly found himself speechless yet again, all he could do was hold the phone to his ear and listen to the other line.

"Hello? HELLO?! Hamton? Hamton is that you?" she scoffed, "of course it's you…you're the only one who calls and doesn't even speak. I don't know why you keep doing this, I don't know how many times I have to keep saying it but you still won't believe me. It was just ONE kiss! Get OVER it! It meant NOTHING! I could report you to the police because you're just one night of watching me through my windows away from having charges against you for stalking. Don't you already have a girlfriend? Does SHE know? If you're going to keep playing games with me then it's game over right now. I'm giving you the choice because you're not giving me one, either speak now…or this is goodbye."

Hamton didn't know what to do, he wanted to speak out but what would Fifi think? Would she find out? The pig didn't want to lose her, but he didn't want to lose what he had with this other girl either. Conflicted, he started to quietly stutter and shake, he was a nervous wreck. On the pig's left side was a light casting a shine on him, Hamton turned to the side and saw her standing there at her doorway, leaning on the side with the phone still in her hand. There she was in plain sight, the female pig had her long brown hair almost covering her face, no longer in its shorter style from back then. She stared back at him in a disappointed look, "May…" was all Hamton could mutter up. In a few seconds, he got out of the car and she walked closer to him, both of them hanging up their respective phones in the process.

…

"Now then," Furrball said, "it's show time!" All three cats went for each other but when Furrball went under a light shining on them, Tus and Whisk stopped in shock. This allowed for the painted cat to take advantage and he wrestled them until he had them pinned to a wall. In the struggle, their switchblades were dropped. Tus and Whisk were up against the wall by Furrball's paws on their chests. He slowly moved his paws until he gripped their necks, what held them in place was Furrball's tracted claw tips touching their necks.

"Who are you?!" Tus demanded, "what do you want with us?!" Furrball narrowed his eyes, "I'm feeling rather generous tonight…so let's play a little game." The cats carefully glanced at each other and waited for their fate, "you both know who I am…and the first one to realize it gets to live another night," Furrball gently pressed his claw tip on them, they flinched as they felt it, "but the one who guesses too late…" Tus and Whisk tried to think of a way to escape him but they were more freaked out of whoever this cat was. "Clock's a-tickin'" Furrball whispered, his crow stayed silent. Whisk winced his eyes closely as the revived cat noticed. They each gave off cold stares, he then turned his attention to Tus, now was the time for them to comply and play the game for their lives.

Tus gasped, "y-you!" he exclaimed, "you, no it-it can't be you!"

"Who?!" asked a confused Whisk, "who is it?!"

"But we killed you! You can't be here!"

"Tus! Who is it?!"

"We killed you, we all did! How could you still be alive?!"

"Dammit Tus, WHO IS IT?!"

"It's Furrball!"

Furrball gave a devious grin, "congratulations," he mocked, "we have a winner." He looked deeply at the one-eyed cat and envisioned his unluckiest night.

Rest in pieces! As he pulled the trigger. The vision was short and he awoke in reality just in time, "your prize…" Furrball told him, "a favor…a small favor for me."

"What do you want me to do?! I'll do anything!"

"Go back to Lious…tell him that I'm coming for him." Furrball turned his attention to a glaring Whisk, "don't feel bad," he told the white cat, "you won't go empty-handed, you get a one-way trip to reunite with your friend…O'Wildec!" The cats gasped at that remark, Tus' expression changed from cowardly fear to furious anger, "you…you're the one who-you'll pay for that!" he yelled at him.

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"Zo' iz' eet' okay?" Fifi asked Dizzy, regarding Babs and Buster's baby shower, "blah, yeah, yeah! Me love babies!" Dizzy zanily spouted, "me excited, can't wait! Blah, me miss Bunnies!" Fifi giggled at her boss's antics, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, "mercie, Dizzy," and she and the girls finished counting their money. They said their goodbyes to everyone until they heard noises on the side of the bar. "Sounds like a struggle," Jessie pointed out, "for once it's happening outside this place," Taffy said. Everyone left to check out the commotion but once Arnold opened the doors they saw a cat being thrown across the side as he scurried to get up and run away, yelling out in fear. They followed the direction Tus was running to until their attention turned back to the other side where the action was taking place.

Whisk was thrown at a nearby car and dented the door, "vhat' is going on here?" Arnold demanded, "vhy' are you taking this right outside zhe' bar? That's not vhat' I meant vhen' I said to take it outside!" Everyone stayed silent when a black-clad cat stepped outside the alley and stood across the fallen Whisk.

The figure slowly stalked the bandana-wearing alley cat until his whole back was shown to them. Fifi noticed the grey stripe on his coat and was instantly lost in her own trance. "Uh, Fifi?" Mitzi coughed, "um, I hate to point this out at the most inappropriate of times but uh, you uh…" Fifi looked at her confused until Mitzi pointed at her tail, she was releasing her musk and it was causing her boss and fellow co-workers to hold their breaths and nostrils. Fifi sheepishly smiled and laughed as she held her tail to control herself.

The stench made it to Whisk which in turn caused him to widen his eyes in shock. He turned to see where it was coming from, Furrball's crow cawed in an alarmed tone, causing him to follow the sound until he too saw where it was coming from. For the first time in years, Furrball was seeing Fifi in the flesh. She held her tail as she stared back at him curiously. The painted cat had fully turned around to see her in plain sight and was lost in her trance. "Fifi…"

Whisk took this opportunity to run away while Furrball had his back turned. The revived cat heard the sound of his enemy running off and was shifted back to reality. The crow flew after him while Furrball stood there dumbfounded. Through the bird's vision, he had no choice, he got one last good look at the skunkette and everyone else until he too made chase after Whisk. "Who was that skunk?" Mitzi asked, "that wasn't a skunk, that was a cat," Jessie responded. "Well whoever that was, his trouble was brought over here by those Alley Cats," Taffy stated, she looked at Fifi who was still staring off in the direction where the mysterious skunk/cat ran off to, "and whoever he was…he seems to have revived Fifi's old habit." Taffy used her hand to fan the night air.

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Whisk kept running throughout the streets trying to get away from what he couldn't believe was Furrball. Whisk went through the alleys until he decided to climb up the walls to jump the roofs and fences, "he'll never find me above the ground," he said to himself. He knew the direction where Tus ran off to so he needed to catch up to him. It was late at night so most of the town was already asleep, this made the streets deserted so listening to the softest of noises was easy to hear. That's when he heard the pawsteps followed by the crow flying past him. Whisk made his way down from the house he stood on and landed on a fence. "He's back," the Alley Cat realized, "he's back, somehow, and he killed O'Wildec, I need to get back to Lious!"

Before he could take another step the fence shook, causing him to fall and land on his feet. The white cat looked up to see Furrball's painted grin staring back at him, "you lost the draw, Whisk," he said, "fortunately for you, I'm still feeling generous." Whisk leaped for him and tried to twist him around to sink his claws but the revived blue cat countered it, this led to Whisk and Furrball holding each other in their grasps, "…so I'm letting you decide how you should go."

"Oh I'll go alright…after you!" Whisk tracted his claws and pierced through Furrball's already torn shirt and fur. He didn't expect that, but what he also didn't expect was the sudden numbness following the attack. "I did it!" Whisk laughed triumphantly, "you weren't even worth the five minutes I wasted on you!" Furrball could feel Whisk's claws inside of him but couldn't feel the pain that should've followed it. Without any time to dwell on it, he quickly reached for the laughing white cat's head and placed his paws on him, sharing the vision of O'Wildec's final life being stripped from him. Whisk saw everything, the fight with Furrball, the crow cawing at them, the truck coming and moving in on him and aftermath. Whisk shrieked when he let go, "you…MONSTER!" he backed up and saw Furrball's wounds reforming on their own, "what are you?!" Furrball looked at him, "apparently…a MONSTER!" the painted cat moved in on him, "but if I'm a monster…what does that make you?"

Whisk retaliated by quickly untying his bandana and slapped the painted cat across his face, "I am an Alley Cat!" he announced, "and I do what I can to eliminate any threat upon me, no matter the circumstance!" he kicked Furrball's ribs to roll him over, "and what I did to you years ago will be done as of tonight!" Whisk kicked him again until he was face down, Furrball didn't feel the pain but he was getting the wind knocked out of him, who knew a corpse could feel that?

Whisk held his bandana and hooked it over Furrball's neck, choking whatever life was in him. The lack of air, for some reason, made the painted cat's vision start to go black, I can't let it end this soon, he thought, I need to fight back, I need…help…! The crow flew to his aid and its wing swifted past Whisk causing him to break free. The wing was hard and the swift across his rib was enough to leave a mark soon. "C'mere you!" Whisk yelled and he chased after the crow, leaving Furrball catching his breath on the ground. The white Alley Cat kept pouncing after the black bird but kept failing, the crow slowly flew towards a fence and landed there.

"Easy pickin's and a free meal," he crept up to it, "killing one bird with no stone." He saw the crow looking at him as he grew closer to him until Whisk quickly nabbed him, "I'm gonna' enjoy this!" He moved the crow in his paws to his mouth but was interrupted when something struck him from behind, causing him to lose his balance and fall inside the yard the fence surrounded.

The crow flew out of his reach and Whisk rubbed where he was struck, "what hit me?" he asked himself, his answer literally came to him as the object landed right before him. He looked back up when he saw a shadow, "rest in pieces, Whisk!" Furrball called out as the white cat looked back down to see the object was a Beware Of Dog sign that seemed to be unhooked from the gate.

There was a low growl, Whisk slowly looked up to see a huge, drooling, vicious bulldog with his eyes deadlocked on him. The dog barked at the white cat a few times, Whisk was terrified stiff, "my bandana!" he remembered, he reached for it but realized that it was left behind! With no other option he turned around and ran in the opposite direction, only to run into a locked gate. Whisk pounded on it, hoping that he would be let out but the dog was already getting closer! Whisk leaped to escape but unfortunately he wasn't fast enough.

Whisk screamed in pain and tried to escape in the process but the dog wasn't through with him yet. Furrball and the crow watched from above as the bulldog tore his way through the Alley Cat. Witnessing the whole thing, barking and the yells, made the painted cat stare deeply into Whisk's helpless eyes. The screams were starting to die down and Furrball used his paw to wipe away a tear. Huh? Ohh…! He couldn't believe it, he just shed a tear! I thought I was dead, he thought, corpses can't shed tears! Unknown to whatever was going on with him, he turned the other way and jumped off. He slowly walked away with his crow following right behind him while listening to the bulldog finish up his time with the now late Whisk.

Whatever amount of lives the white cat had left in him were now in pieces, never to be whole again.

To be continued…

A/N: Second death in the story. I gotta say, I like implying the deaths rather than give out descriptive details like a bloody gore-fest. As much as I love horror/slasher films, I can't let you guys be disgusted by what you read here, the first chapter was hard enough as it was. Thanks for reading and as always I hope you enjoyed the story, I'll be back next week with another update. Before I go, some of you are probably wondering about a few things like who the other caller is on the other line with Hamton? Well, we got her name and the message she left him is pretty obvious but we'll get more on that later. Also the fact that Shirley might be wrong with her visions along with the 'secret' that Shirley and Babs are keeping from Fifi, and of course, more Furrball action! Until next time!