The Revenge Of The Claws - PART 1

2 years has passed since that horrible day when Nancy Sanderson was killed. Everybody has forgotten the black cat - who has been hiding itself in the woods. However, her revenge is getting near....

Mary Anne was used to being alone. She got lost in the crowd. Her father was an ambitious lawyer. Her mother was a natty journalist. They scrambled for the computer as well as the phone. Therefore, Mary Anne had created her own world, a world in which she could feel at home. That world was in the forest. She was finally there.

Approximately 10 metres from that place, the black cat sneaked around. She had grown leaner and was tormented by the cold. But she had to defy it. The 3 kittens remained in the abandoned burrow, helpless and hungry. The cat was hungry too. For the last months she had lived on apple-cores, pieces of bread, mice and weasels. But that was before this awful winter came. A thick layer of snow covered the ground and blocked her usual feed. The burrow had been a retreat for her and the kittens ever since the horrible day 2 years ago, when Nancy Sanderson were killed.... That memory still made the cat tremble inside. Ever since then, she'd stayed away from humans and observed them from a hill - all those reporters who'd search in the famous barn. The cat didn't like the idea of killing humans. But the madness, the horrible madness, was still there.

Mary Anne gazed upon a squirrel who were collecting nuts. She thought of the silence. She had grown so used to it that she never noticed it. The squirrel suddenly disappeared. It was as if it had heard distant sounds who were approaching. Mary Anne tried to listen, but couldn't hear anything. She finally fell asleep close to a tree trunk.

The cat moved faster in the direction of the sound waves. They were slow and drawn-out. The cat sensed the vicinity of human being. A green froth oozed out of the corner of its mouth. The eyes expanded and became twice as big. The human had once been evil. The human had caused the wound in the neck. The human had let out the detestable bat. The bat had spread the disease. And the disease made her heart pound faster than normal.

Mary Anne woke up from her deep sleep. She heard small sobbing sounds. She saw a black cat with a green sludge in front of it. It looked like vomit. Mary Anne felt sorry for the cat. She held out her hand towards it.

"Don't be afraid. I'll help you."

The cat reacted as quick as lightning. The human was about to get nasty again. The cat opened its mouth and swallowed Mary Anne's wrist in a flash. A cascade of blood and froth belched out.

To be continued....