Cat Killer
by Shronda S.
forum: Cat Killer
speculative fiction for the internet generation.

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Cat Killer


Nancy Bremerton moved from suburbia to the city once she graduated from college. Being a graduate was tough on her money but she found a nice, quaint apartment not far from her school. Being alone brought on the urge for Nancy to buy a cat. She named him Killer, since she couldn’t have a protective dog. Nancy was also a party girl and with parties came guys. One special guy came into Nancy’s life. Robert was the man around town who every girl and guy knew. His suave looks made girls swoon. He rode around on a Harley with a black helmet and an opaque visor. He was the bad boy biker.

      One day as Nancy got dressed for a night on the town, Robert sat on the beige sofa that sat in the small studio apartment. A large wall of windows overlooked the street her apartment sat on. Lights twinkled in the buildings and the street sounds could be heard through a window that was cracked open.

      “When are you leaving?” Robert asked he tugged at his leather jacket. His relaxed jeans hung a little low as he slumped on the couch.

      “Friday. Why?” Nancy asked as she walked from the bathroom as she placed an earring on. She wore a jean miniskirt and a black top. She walked over to him and straddled his legs. He quickly grabbed her waist. Nancy’s smile beamed as Robert smirked at the beautiful girl on top of him.

      “Are you going to miss me?”

      “You know I will.” Nancy leaned in and began to kiss Robert. He rubbed up and down her back as they kissed passionately. A sharp hiss came from the floor. The two of them looked to the floor to see a smoky colored cat.

      “What's wrong with him?” Nancy smiled as she removed herself from atop Robert.

      “He doesn’t like it when I don’t show him attention,” she said as she picked up the slim cat. She rubbed her face over the back of the cat as it stared at Robert with its yellow eyes.

      “It looks evil. Let’s go,” he said, standing. Nancy placed the cat on the hard floor as she and Robert left for a party.

Nancy walked around her red bedroom as she placed her last bit of clothes in her luggage. She cradled her cell phone under her ear.

      “Come on. Come on,” she said into the phone. She was then transferred to the voice mail box.

      “Tanya, this is Nancy. I am leaving now. I need you to come by whenever you can and check on my place. I will be back by Sunday night. See you later.” She closed the phone as she zipped the bag and rushed out of the house.

Nancy’s apartment sat quiet and dark as a dark figure entered the room. Robert moved through the apartment in black garb. He knew where she kept her jewelry and quickly moved to a desk near the windows. A soft meow was heard.

      “That stupid cat,” he whispered as he grabbed a ring and two necklaces and tried to hurry. A sharp pain exploded on Robert’s leg. He collapsed to the floor, grabbing his leg.

      “That damn cat! I’m going to kill it!” He tried to stand but stayed down. A loud screech was heard.

      “What the hell?” Robert screamed loudly. The room soon fell silent.

Nancy sat on the edge of the taxi cab seat as it rushed in front of her apartment. Police cars surrounded the building as Nancy got out with an astonished look upon her face. She moved toward the yellow tape but was stopped.

      “I’m sorry, ma’am. This is a crime scene. I can’t allow you near the building.”

      “I live in this building. What happened?”

      “A break-in. What floor?”

      “What? I mean.. I live in 473.” The officer turned and waved to another officer to walk over.

      “This officer will escort you there. They are waiting to question you.” Nancy hurried up to her apartment.

      “Oh, my God. Nancy!” A thin, blonde woman rushed to Nancy with her arms wide out.

      “Tanya, what is going on here? They said it was a break-in.” Tanya let out a loud sigh as she squeezed Nancy.

      “Ma’am? Are you Nancy Bremerton?”


      “Your friend told us that you would know the man who broke in.”

      “Who broke in?” A gurney wheeled in front of Nancy. The sheet was removed to reveal Robert. Across his neck were several deep cuts. Nancy gasped as she quickly placed her hand over her mouth.

      “That’s Robert, my boyfriend.”

      “I found him when I came to check on the house and on Killer.” Nancy looked to Tanya with a curious look.

      “Your friend tells us that Killer is your cat. I want to see him so that the lab can collect any evidence to make sure this indeed is Robert Cavalli. He has robbed three apartments already from women just like you,” the officer said.

      “Tanya, I never told you to check on Killer.”

      “Yes, you did. I still have the message on my phone. Listen.” Tanya pulled out her phone. A mechanical voice entered the room, soon followed by Nancy’s.

      “Tanya, this is Nancy. I am leaving now. I need you to go by whenever you can and check on my place and Killer. I will be back by Sunday night. See you later.” Tanya closed the phone.

      “That’s not my message! I never said check on Killer.”

      “That is your voice, ma’am?”

      “Yes, but I never said to check on him. Killer is dead. He died the day before I left when I was at my parents’ house.”

      When checked later, in the Bremerton’s backyard was the body of Killer, the cat that rose from the dead to stop a cat burglar.





copyright 2006 Shronda S.

Shronda S. is a college student back at the University of New Orleans. She is eighteen years old and began to write at the age of twelve. She is from small town and dreams to go to the big city, New Orleans, where she will return in the Fall of 2006. She is studying Sociology with a concentration on Criminal Justice. Her inspirations for writing began with her 7th grade reading teacher, Mrs. Warren. She aspired to be a writer after reading S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders. She has a young adult novel being looked over for publication and is writing a short story crime drama series. She says she aspires to be as great as her favorite writers: R.L. Stine, Anne Rice, and Patricia Cornwell.