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Chapter Thirty-Three

She had followed the scent of the light gray tom, which had actually led her straight back to the alley. She climbed onto the lower roof again, and for the second time that day, peered down on the cats that resided beneath her. The light gray tom padded through, acknowledging any cat that did so themselves first.

It was a ginger tom that actually approached the light gray cat. He had flecks and stripes of black across his back, and a very authoritative look to him.

"Welcome," he said, dipping his head. "Did you find what you were looking for, Darren?"

The light gray tom gave a slight nod. "Yes. Oh, how it feels nice to let my claws free over the body of another. It is my duty to make us feared, Bolt, and I have to say that I love my work."

Bolt blinked. "That's great to hear, sir, but do you think with that attitude that I am the right cat for my position? Shouldn't you choose Slither, or someone that is actually happy to...kill?"

Darren paused and looked at Bolt. "I didn't choose you for that. I chose you for your devotion. As long as we keep your mate and your new kits safe, you are happy to serve us, right?"

"That's right, sir," Bolt meowed quickly.

"Very good. Besides, Pine and Flare could be good for me..."

They walked out of range of hearing for Ice and she growled to herself. This just isn't the right time. I have to attack when they are more unguarded...and yet paying attention to Darren.

The small tomcat from earlier that day sat in the corner of the ally, chewing a scrawny mouse. His eyes darted back and forth, like he expected somebody to steal his prey. Another cat, black with brown and white spots flinched every time another cat made a sound, and even Slither, ruthless as she was, shot questioning looks to the others when they walked past.

They don't feel safe, she thought, They are unstable. Once I get my paws on Darren, this will be easy.

A narrow ledge, just wide enough to walk on, wound its way around the Twoleg nest. Ice stepped on it, and slunk across, trying to get a better view of the alleyway.

It was not the best place for a camp. There was no comfortable area by the looks of it for cats to sleep on, and the pile of prey was small, and it smelled foul. Cats looked extremely protective of themselves, not making eye contact with another and each and everyone of them were bony and unkept. Even Darren, who was strongly built.

Ice watched as the light gray tom flashed his gaze from side to side. He was making his way towards a large, green Twoleg thing, where a smell that was incredibly cruel to Ice's nose sat. Whatever was inside was covered by a flat, black item, but it was not enough to trap its pungency. She held her breath.

Darren leaped on top of the green thing, yowled and waited for cats to slowly gather around him. He spoke with a growl to his voice. "I'm sure each and everyone have you have noticed that...we are weak together. One cat is fighting off his brother over there, and another cat is hiding in the shadows over there. I don't know why you don't trust each other, but it is time for us to unite and grow stronger!"

Slither jumped to her paws. "I'm trying to tell these pathetic cats what it is really like to be an Alley warriors! What they need is someone to whip them into shape."

"What we need is more food," a tabby tom snarled. "You don't find much around here."

"Fish down in the pond," hissed Darren, "But food isn't what I think is wrong. Slither is right. You are all pathetic. Have any of you even tried to kill?"

A few cats waved their tails but most of them stood silent and still.

"Well," Darren purred, "Watch and learn." His eyes immediately fixed on the small tomcat. His muscles rippled under his thick pelt as he jumped from the green thing and onto the tiny cat. Darren pinned him without a problem and listened to how he screamed for but a heartbeat, because the next second, his neck was in his jaws and blood was dripping to the ground. The small tomcat was dead within another moment.

Darren dropped him to the ground in a pool of blood.

"That's not how you kill."

Every head looked up to the ledge where Ice stood. She held their gazes and many of them looked away, but Darren bore a hole into her head with his cool blue eyes. "Who are you?" he demanded, voice slick with anger.

Ice shook her head. "That isn't important yet, Darren. I'll tell of my identity once I've done my duty around here."

Once he realized that she knew his name, the light gray tom drew back a few paw steps, but then he regained his challenging posture. "I don't care. You are in my domain, she-cat, and only the cats I approve get in. You will leave, or I will make you."

Ice stared at him for a moment, noting his bravery. "I won't leave, and I'd love to see you try."

Bolt stood. "You dare question our leader?"

They may be cowards, but they look up to him. "You dare question me? Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I haven't done anything quite yet, worthy to be known, but in a moment I will, and then you'll think twice about talking to me like that."

"You come into my alleyway," Darren growled, fur fluffing up, "and demand that I look up to you. I'm sorry, when did I die? When did you assume leadership?"

Ice peeled back her lips. She knew that this alley cats were weak, but Darren's ferocity made them seem stronger than they were. She would kill him, and the Twolegplace would know. "Okay. Let's do this the right way. We fight. And once I kill you, this alleyway is mine."

Darren chuckled. "Are you sure on that? Perhaps you've underestimated me."

"No," Ice whispered, bunching her muscles to jump. "You've underestimated me."

She jumped from the ledge onto Darren's back. The impact rang on the top of the green thing as Darren stumbled and lost his footing, tumbling to the ground. Ice sprang away before she could land and then squarely placed her paws to the damp ground.

All cats around flinched back, surprised at her actions. Darren turned to face her and then rushed at her, claws outstretched, aiming for her shoulders. Ice easily dodged and came from the side, shoving Darren onto the ground. He landed in a odd position and gasped and Ice pressed him further into discomfort. Something under his shoulder fur slipped the wrong way.

Ice leaned down to his face, teeth bared into a cruel smile. "I told you," she growled. "You've underestimated me."

Darren attempted in twisting out of her grip but it only pained him more. He let out a sharp cry. Ice felt teeth close around her scruff and in a matter of instinct, whipped one side of herself around and sliced her claws through the air. Riker dropped dead in a a pile of blue-gray and crimson.

Ice's full attention turned back to Darren. She released hI'm and stepped back a few paw steps. "Oh come on," she said, with a fake sweetness to her voice. "You can do better than that. I'm looking for a fight."

"And you'll get one," Darren rasped, getting to his paws. He lifted his left paw off the ground. His shoulder jutted out from the rest of his body, and his face was marked with pain, but his eyes held determination.

The light gray cat sprang at her, but his jump was weak and he was unable to reach far. As he landed, Ice lunged and raked her claws up his belly, drawing blood around her claws. Feeling flesh tear beneath her paws lead a dear satisfaction towards her, so she kept it slow. Darren cried out again.

Out of the corner of her eyes, Ice saw Slither jerk forward. Her gaze snapped towards the ginger she-cat. Slither stopped mid-lunge and backed away.

Ice looked away, off into the distance. What kind of horror could her gaze possess that would send fear into the heart of such a bitter cat?

Her thoughts were interrupted as Darren yowled with agony. Ice gave him a crooked grin. "Giving up already? Well I haven't even begun killing you yet."

His blue eyes stretched wide at her words, and it was true. Killing was only have the fun of causing pain. And she was definitely not done causing pain.

Ice nipped at Darren's ears and clawed her way through his fur. Her forepaws would launch a blow to the muzzle and her hind paws would strike his flank. The alley cats would try to get to her, and each time one of them did, they'd either end up dead around her or fearful for their lives, and oh, how it was easy with all of them weak and frail and cowardly. And Darren by that time was blinded with the pain of his scratches and bites to try to fight back now.

His light gray fur was plastered with scarlet by the time Ice was ready for the kill. She leaned in close to Darren and in a single breath, whispered to him, "I hope you had a good time here. It's time to go."

Swift as an adder, her jaws snapped over his neck and she crushed his throat in her teeth. The only sounds around her were the screams of the alley cats and the gargling noises from Darren. Once he had stopped thrashing, Ice dropped him and watched for a few moments as the blood trickled from his mouth and spilled from his wounds.

She then turned to the alley cats, who all shrunk back at her glare. She stared at them for a few heartbeats more and then spoke.

"There, I've killed your unworthy leader. I hope this is a lesson to you all that you do not try anything against me." She eyed Darren's still body. "Unless of course you want to end up like him. Darren built this...gang off of his own strength. The only reason you are all known by the Twolegplace is because he was a murderer." Her green eyes flashed back to the cats. "But now, we are all to be murderers." She began to stalk back and forth before them. "If any of you dare step out of line, I'll be more than happy to shred your throats. There are no excuses when I'm around. If any of you dare disobey orders or question me, your tails will be hung on the walls. You will be given very specific orders that you are to follow and accomplish. If you fail at a task, I'll gouge out your eyeballs and begin a collection." She flashed an enticing smile at the cringing cats. "And if any of you show any sign of weakness, at all, I'll cut out our hearts with my bare claws. Any questions?"

The alleyway was silent.

Ice turned away. "Very good."

Wow. That was pretty gruesome...

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~Destiny