[i]Night is falling on Offtopic. The street lights are dimming, the sun is gone, and right now, it is the most dangerous time to be a catgirl.[/i] Bopsheezi is sitting at home, watching TV. May is sitting next to him on the couch, and Mirage is in the kitchen making dinner. Bop is watching Breaking Bad with May, when it is suddenly interrupted by a breaking news cut. Pyrus: “We apologize to interrupt your usual program, but police investigators have discovered that the popular massage parlor “Curious Cats” has become the scene of a massacre. 7 catgirls have been found dead, appearing to have been ripped apart and gored by a weapon unknown to our database. Only one catgirl survived the attack, she was found in the broom closet covered in blood and rocking back in forth, repeating the words “We pleased you master, we pleased you.” When the police tried to comfort her, she lashed out and clawed a officer, nearly killing him. She was sedated and taken to the hospital, where she is expected to make a full recovery. Her “Master” who is believed to be her employer, was identified as SpeakeroftheDeep, the owner of the massage parlor. If anyone sees him, notify police immediately. But be careful, as he appears to possess abilities never before seen by our law enforcement. Pyrus out.” Bopsheezi’s tail stiffens in shock, and he turns to May. She has a look of pure terror on her face. Bop looks back at Mirage, who is standing mouth agape, horrified. ——————————————————— Two Offtopic police cars are patrolling the surrounding neighborhood, carrying officers Kittimu, Van Porch, Bedroom Thief, and Kaid. “You guys see anything” asks Kaid, talking over the radio. “Nothing over here” Kittimu replies. The two cars take a turn, and what they see horrifies them. The FCS building, which is a facility created to shelter catgirls until they could find a permanent home, was in flames. The bodies of numerous catgirls could be seen in the burning remnants of the building, brutally murdered by unknown means. “Oh my god” Van Porch said with gasp, in absolute shock. The other three were speechless. They all got out of the cars to investigate. They begin approaching the building, but as they are doing this, they see a limping figure make its way out of the building, having a coughing fit. She falls to the ground and begins crawling. Kaid starts walking over to help the catgirl, but is stopped by the sight of a god-like figure rise out of the rubble, supported by 4 long, wavy tendrils made out the deepest darkness imaginable. The figure, glides down to the weak, crawling figure. The figure begins laughing. “You thought you could escape? Escape me? Oh no. It’s not easy.” The figure says, mocking her. “What did we do?” The Catgirl gets out in a weak, defeated tone. “Simple. You displeased me.” The figure said sharply. And with that, he brought down one of the tendrils into her, Impaling her. The catgirl coughs as the darkness seeps into her. Black smoke begins rising from her limp body, and into the cloaked figure. “Yes... my power grows...” The figure says, and the smoke stops rising out of the catgirl, leaving her pale and lifeless. “What the hell is wrong with you!” Van Porch yells, enraged. “Oh yes, we finally have guests.” The figure says with an evil, hungry, tone. He quickly lashes out a tendril at Kaid, cutting deep into his body. Kaid gasps, in the deepest pain imaginable. “Not... pure... enough...” Speaker Says with a hiss. Not needing the energy from the officer, he sends a burst of purple energy through the tendril, causing Kaid to explode in a darkness implosion, sending black blood everywhere. Kittimu quickly unholsters her pistol and raises it, but is even more quickly slapped into a car, crushing her body and totaling the car. “What is wrong with you, who are you!” Van Porch yells, and begins unloading rounds into the figure. Bedroom Thief, not liking the odds, quickly turns around to run. He barely made it 20 feet before he heard a sadistic, whipping noise and a scream, followed by a boom. “C’mon, C’mon” Bedroom pleaded, trying to make it to the Plaza, which was about 2 miles away. He heard the figures presence about 40 feet behind him, the horrible hissing noise the figure seemed to make constantly. He was about to make it across a street when the ground in front of him raised a little, causing him to trip. He quickly turned onto his back, and saw the figure right in front of him. “You thought you could escape me? Just a mere mortal?” The figure asked with a horrible grin. He grabbed him by the collar, and raised him up to his height. “Allow me to show you the error of your ways.” The figure said sadistically, and then stabbed one of the tendrils into Bedroom Thief’s arm. “NO!” A hooded figure from out of nowhere called, and jumped up to the levitating figure. He brought his large, slightly glowing sword down onto the tendril, severing it from the figure. Bedroom Thief fell from the grasp of the tendril onto the pavement below. The figure hissed at the hooded man, and teleported away from the street. The hooded man sighed, and remembered the officer the figure was holding. He landed on the pavement and went over to convulsing man down on the pavement. Bedroom Thief was foaming a black liquid from his mouth, and his veins were turning black. “Ah shit” the hooded man said, and took out a syringe. The Syringe was containing a glowing substance that was white and gold in color. “This is gonna feel really weird man” the hooded figure said, and stabbed Bedroom Thief with the syringe. Bedroom Thief stoped foaming the liquid, and begin spitting it out. He stopped convulsing, and his rapidly blacking skin began returning back to its normal color. He looked at his hands, and noticed his blood wasn’t red or black, but gold. He then promptly threw up. “What the fućk was that. I feel like absolute shit.” Bedroom spat, still gagging from the vile liquid still barely lingering. “I just saved your life from one of the most vile poisons I’ve ever seen. You are extremely lucky to be alive.” The hooded man said. Bedroom Thief, only now really noticing him, realized that this guy didn’t sound human. He looked up, and saw that this man was made almost completely out of metal. Half of his face was a metallic silver, one of his eyes glowing a bright red. “What in the fućk!” Bedroom Thief said, taken aback. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to harm you. The hooded figure said. “Now, lets get you to the hospital so you can be stabilized. That syringes effect is temporary.” The hooded man said. Almost on que, Bedroom Thief’s blood began turning black again, and he passed out. The hooded man looked up, and sighed. “I’m sorry, Ronin. I will finish what you started.” The hooded man picked up Bedroom Thief, quickly turned around, and flew off towards the hospital. ———————————————————