Wow. I've been gone for a long time haven't I? Hello, everypony. It's RainbowDashFan1797 here again after two years. The reason I was gone for so long was because I thought this site was going to be gone forever. A long time ago on another site, I saw a post about it and that's why I stopped. This time, I'm back and I'm gonna finish the stories that I'm working on so I can make brand new ones. Starting with my first ever Felidae fic, Felidae: My First Murder Case. In the last chapter, we got to see Maddie as a cat as well as see her meet Francis and Bluebeard. Today, we are finally going to see what happens next. I also want to say thanks to everyone who read, favorited, followed, and reviewed my stories. I greatly appreciate it. Now... let's get this show on the road! Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Felidae. I only own my OCs.

Chapter 3: Francis' House

Francis and I walked around the neighborhood for hours. I told him about my family and friends while leaving out the part about being a human. I didn't want to tell him about my human life and about this being a movie in my world. Otherwise, he might think I'm crazy or something. We chatted about this and that.

"So, your family was from Japan?" He asked.

"Only my grandparents." I said, "All my life, I lived with my parents and my little brother in America. It's also where I met my friends."

"Arlene and Tara?"

"Yeah."

"What were they like?"

"Well, Arlene was a tall girl from Texas." I said, "One thing I liked about her was that she didn't take crap from anyone. Especially when it came to Tara who was kind of timid and shy."

Francis chuckled.

"Sounds like you made some good friends." He said.

"I did. What's your owner Gus like?" I asked out of curiosity.

He told me about Gus and what his job was. He was a writer for magazines. Francis also told me about how whenever Gus gets writer's block, they move to a different location everytime it happens. To me, it sounded silly but it was how his life went.

"What else does he do?" I asked.

"He worked for the local museum that had ancient artifacts, weapons, and treasures from all over the world. Some he gave to the museum, others he kept for decoration. With the museum's permission of course. Heh. I bet he has the ones he kept in one of the rooms right now." Said Francis.

I chuckled.

"Yeah, I bet." I said to myself.

When I looked back, I saw a red car next to Gus' yellow one. I tapped Francis' shoulder and he turned to me.

"Yes, Maddie?"

"Who's car is that over there?" I asked.

When he saw it, he groaned.

"Ah, that's all I need. Archie." He said.

While we heard Gus and Archie talking, Francis noticed something on the wall. He noticed that something was missing.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Looks like there was a nameplate there." He said.

"A nameplate?"

"Yeah. This may have been a doctor's office once which would explain the chemical smell."

We walked inside.

"There's a chemical smell, you said?" I asked.

I heard him talking about it in the movie and I saw his face when he got a whiff of it, but I never knew what it smelled like. Mainly because I was never in the movie before until now. Just out of curiosity, I decided to sniff the area a little and I almost gagged.

"You smelled it?" Francis asked.

"Whaddya think?"

We walked until we got to the guest room. (A.K.A. the room where Francis slept). He hopped up on the bed and lied down. I however, wanted to explore the place a bit just to get the layout of the land. That, and I was very curious about the artifacts Gus supposedly had in one of the other rooms. I mean for all I know, he could have them in the attic instead.

It took me some time, but I eventually found a room I didn't check in yet. I walked in and when I did, I couldn't believe my eyes! There were several artifacts in the room. Like, statues, ancient weapons, ancient scrolls, the works. I looked in amazement at all of them. I've never seen so many in my life. There were even some from feudal Japan.

"Wow." Was all I could say.

Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a small statue holding something. It was a cat statue with it's paws outstretched. I walked towards it. When I got close, I saw what it had in its paws; it was a cat-sized katana. It was in a holster with a strap on it. I picked it up in my paws and looked it over. I then noticed that something was next to the statue. It was an ancient scroll. I put the sword down and walked to the scroll. I grabbed it and opened it and saw it was all in kanji. Lucky for me, I could translate it.

It said that years ago, in feudal Japan, there was both a samurai and a ninja who were forbidden to marry each other by their two families. The man was a samurai and the woman was a ninja. They had a marriage in secret and adopted two cats. A white female and a black male. But these cats were special. They trained with their masters every day and every night. They learned how to fight as well as use two special swords given to them by their masters.

The first sword was black and the second one was white. The samurai told his wife and their cats about how the couple would have a family of their own together. Then, one night, everything changed. Their two families eventually found out and sent their best warriors to kill all of them. The couple and their cats fought well, but they were eventually overpowered. The cats managed to escape. They were on the run for three years until they eventually found a cat deity statue and placed the swords in the paws and prayed that if they died, their souls would be placed in the swords. The swords could only be handled by those who are good and pure at heart.

Ones who are evil will be corrupted by the power and become a ruthless killing machine. It was also said that the swords could cut through anything except the steel it was made of.

I was awestruck by what I read. I looked at the sword and noticed that the holster was white. Just as I was about to pick it up again, I heard Francis' voice.

"Maddie? Where are you?"

I abruptly turned to the doorway and heard paw steps.

"Shoot."

I turned to the sword, picked it up, and placed it back in the statue's paws. I quickly walked out of the room where I found Francis.

"Hey, Francis. Weren't you asleep earlier?" I asked.

"I was going to be, but then I noticed you were gone. So, I decided to look for you to make sure you were okay." He said, sincerely.

I blushed a little.

"Oh, okay." I said.

He turned around and started walking back to his room. I started to follow him when he glanced at me.

"Oh. Just out of curiosity, what were you doing in that room?" He asked.

I stopped and laughed a little.

"Oh, nothing. Heh heh. Just... poking around, that's all." I replied.

A sly smile formed on his face and he turned and continued walking. I didn't want him to see me either walking on two legs or holding the sword in my paws of all things. If that happened... oh, boy. There would be questions. Most of which I wouldn't be able to answer. Although, there was one question on my mind about the statue; if there were two swords and the only one left was the white one, what in the world happened to the black one?

...

I woke up to the sound of cats yowling and a man laughing. I looked towards the doorway and then I heard the horrible noises again. It was as if the man was laughing while torturing the cats. I tried to wake Francis, but when I turned I realized he was gone. I quickly jumped off the bed and ran out into the hall. I looked around and called his name, but there was no answer.

It wasn't until I looked forward that I saw him walking upstairs to a doorway with a white light. And to my horror, he walked in and vanished.

"Francis!"

Knowing that something could happen, I bolted up the stairs. Once I was at the top, I walked into the white void. I looked here and there for my friend. I even called his name a couple of times, but there was still no answer. I heard footsteps behind me. My heart pounding with fear, I slowly turned around. To my horror, I saw a man wearing a white lab coat. His face was blacked out so I couldn't see it.

Knowing who it was, I tried to run back out of the room. I realized the entrance had disappeared. I turned back to the man with a scared and angry look. We just stood there, staring at each other. I got on my hind legs in a fighting stance, ready to fight if he made a move. Surprisingly enough, he didn't.

Instead, he snapped his fingers and out from behind him appeared mutilated cats with swords and syringes. After a minute or two, he pointed at me and the cats all charged at me. I fought well with punches, kicks, and killing blows. But little did I know, there was another cat behind me who stuck a syringe into me and injected its contents. I screeched in pain. I then fell to ground on my back and all I could do was look up at the ominous man.

Then before I knew it, all of my limbs and tail were sliced off in a flash! I screamed bloody murder as I was coughing and bleeding to death on the ground. I even coughed up blood. I looked up to see the cat standing over me, looking at me with his glowing yellow eyes. He then slowly raised the sword above my neck, ready to decapitate me. In a flash, he quickly brought the blade down.

"NO! NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOO!!!!" I screamed as I lied on the bed, kicking and screaming like a maniac.

It wasn't until I heard Francis screaming that I instantly sat up and turned to my right. I quickly went over to the edge only to see Francis laying on the ground kicking and screaming like I was. I jumped down and tried to wake him up, my head over his.

"FRANCIS, WAKE UP!!!!"

And just like that, he opened his eyes and quickly tried to sit up. Unfortunately, my head was over his head so we ended up headbutting each other by accident.

"Ow!" We both yelled in unison.

We both groaned and rubbed our heads. After he got up, we both stretched and looked at each other.

"Sorry about that." I apologized.

Francis yawned.

"It's okay. I needed to wake up anyway." He said.

"Yeah. I could tell from the way you were kicking and screaming. You acted like you were being attacked by Freddy Krueger." I said, trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckled.

"I wasn't the only one."

We both laughed. We heard the door creak open and turned to see Bluebeard standing in the doorway.

"What's with all the screaming? Almost sounded like you two have seen a ghost." He said.

"Another killing?" Asked Francis.

Bluebeard looked a little surprised.

"How the hell did you... yes, there's been another one." He replied.

"Let me guess; this latest victim's also a tom. Just like the other four stiffs."

"Smartass. How the hell did you know that?"

"A guess, but it's an educated one."

"Who was it?" I asked, pretending to not know who he was talking about. I knew he was talking about Deep Purple.

"Anyway, this time it's tight-ass Deep Purple that's taken out his last rat." He said, "His throat looks exactly as though someone decided to test an icepick to see if it works."

"Oh, God." I said.

The manx nodded.

"Oh, yeah. That bad."

"One question; was Deep Purple castrated?" Francis asked.

"Purple has his jewels in tact, but... he couldn't get it up anymore. He was at least as old as Methuselah. But in fact, he looked even older." Said Bluebeard.

Francis was interested now. He walked past Bluebeard and outside.

"Hmm."

"Is that all you've got to say?" Bluebeard asked, a little irritated, "You goddamn know-it-all, you're beginning to get on my nerves. Wiseass."

I walked past him and was about to go outside when he said my name.

"Hey. Maddie was it?" He asked.

I turned to him.

"Yeah, that's me." I said.

"I just wanna know something; when I arrived here, I know I heard screaming coming from Francis there. But judging from yours, you were shrieking like a damn banshee. What the hell was that all about?" He asked me.

I decided to brush it off and save it for later.

"Eh, it's probably nothing." I told him.

Bluebeard chuckled a little.

"Yeah, sure."

I continued walking and he followed. I saw Francis looking around and cleared my throat.

"Ahem."

He turned to me, about to say something. But then he turned to Bluebeard.

"Where's Deep Purple's corpse now? Can you show me?" He asked.

"Sure, why not." Replied Bluebeard.

He looked forward, then turned to the old manx again.

"Hey. What's your name, smartass?" He asked.

Bluebeard chuckled.

"Bluebeard. And I've had more babes in my time than Henry VIII." He said as he laughed.

I kinda giggled at the comment myself.

Author's Note: That's it for this chapter. Sorry that I have been gone for two months without any new chapters. I was just extremely worried about what was going to happen to the site and I had a really, really, really, REALLY long burnout. It wasn't fun. But despite all of that, I'm back now and I know I don't plan on having a burnout any time soon. If I did, I would never forgive myself. I wanna thank all of you for your patience and sticking with my stories for as long as you did. I greatly appreciate it. I greatly appreciate the follows, favorites, and reviews as well. Wheter good or bad.

As always, please be sure to read and review, as well as favorite, follow, and share, share, share. Constructive criticism is welcome. Also, let me know what you think about the sword in the story. With that being said, see you later, my fellow bronies and pegasisters. It's great to be back!