The Revenge Of The Claws - PART 2

Mary Anne desperately tried to give the cat a kick, but it was useless. She screamingly witnessed how the collar bone crunched into pieces. Scraps of flesh dashed around. The cat angrily spitted out the pupils, which remained in the mess of bloody parts of the body.

Clark anxiously waited for the phone to ring. He ogled at the clock. It was 2.30 PM. Mary Anne should have been home at this time. 2.40. Still no phone call and no Mary Anne. The situation made him frustrated. He disliked being in the forest, but if Mary Anne wasn't home before 3.30; Nellie would get mad and that certainly wasn't enjoyable. He had to walk a long way into the forest before he could really begin to relax. Small, clear sounds made themselves perceptible. Clark began to run.

The cat had swallowed Mary Anne's middle finger and registered new sounds. It was a human again. The cat arched its back and hissed.

Clark observed an animal with something in front of itself. It was a cat with a prey.... But the prey, it was... Clark stopped dead and held his hand before his mouth. It was Mary Anne.... Clark had to lean against the tree trunk not to faint. He stared at the cat which seemed to be ready to attack. The cat had killed Mary Anne.... Clark clenched his fist in fury.

The cat noticed his aggressive facial expression. She went off like lightning towards the burrow. Clark stared hard at the black creature, whilst he ran in the snow. He stopped to calm down himself. The cat had disappeared.

The kittens squealed, which only made the cat more upset. She cautionary hissed when one of them tried to get out. But the warning remained unheard and the cat anxiously watched as the other two also began to crawl out.

Clark noticed the three little creatures outside the burrow. He assumed they were kittens, the brood of the cat. He took a fast hold of one of them. Inside the burrow, the cat's eyes were anxiously roving.