Sneaking in through the nearest window I gently placed my feet on the wooden floors and quietly cursed to myself as the floor faintly creaked under my weight. Yes it was quiet, but to me every little breathe, creak, or even scuff echoed through the house like it was put on speaker phone for the whole world to hear. Of course that sounded the same to everyone who was doing something they knew they weren't suppose to be doing.
Nimbly climbing the stairs I smirked at how I made no sound before turning and making my way down the hall, scalpel in hand ready to slice someones throat open then feast on there insides. There were only two things standing in my way; a door made of oak, and a protective kitten named Twix. The door wasn't an issue since the lock wasn't set, but the second I creaked the door open the hiss of a kitten sounded from within the room. I wasn't a full monster, I had a heart for animals. Especially when it came to young ones, but I would kill a kitten if it was the only thing standing in my way of a meal.
“Here kitty kitty kitty~” I hissed out in a low whisper, purposely getting low to make the kitten think it had a chance. It really was a cute little thing, it was ashame it was going to have to die. I watched as the little tabby darted over, tail up and fur puffed as it tried to vainly protect its owner.
“Its a shame your going to have to-” I was cut off by a loud crash and a throbbing pain in the back of my head. Where the hell had that come from? When I turned I was surprised to see a startled looking girl looking down at me, holding what looked to be some sort of pan in her hand.
It was hard to tell. My world was still spinning when she screeched the kittens name and instantly the little thing lept, clawing and hissing as it attacked where ever it could. I hate to admit it, but I was being chased from a house by a girl with a pan and no battle plan along with a kitten no more then six months old. I must be loosing my touch or something, I hadn't even heard the girl come up behind me let alone feel her presence.
Her screech woke whoever was in the bedroom with the kitten, and I was on my feet and out one of the windows the second the lights flicked on knowing that if I stuck around it would be the end of my life as a pasta, and as a cannibal. Society just had no room for people like me. I cursed to myself as I made it to the forest line and I felt something dig into the back of my leg, the kitten.
“Why you little useless scrap of fur, buzz off!” He snapped out in pain, though when I lifted my knife to stab the creature to death I couldn't bring myself to. No matter how hard I tried it was just something I couldn't bring myself to do. If it had been an older cat I wouldn't of hesitated, but it was a kitten for crying out loud.
“Shit!” With that I quickly detached the kitten from my leg and shoved the small creature into my sweatshirt pocket. I couldn't just leave it to chase after me, and other then that my only other option would have been to kill it. With the small creature securely in my pockets I darted off through the forest, my craving for meat unsatisfied.