It gets better. Coming back to life was easier this time. Evil Cat landed on his feet for certain. What his feet were doing was running full speed at the nearest dog. Apparently this version of the cat had a severe dislike for canines. Yapping and whimpering, the little dog peddled as fast as he could; his little nails clicking on cement. The cat in pursuit of him was larger than he was—heavier and stronger as well—besides it was an evil cat on its third round of destruction. Yipping in fear, the doglett turned a corner, the cat followed. Seeing the little dog run under its companion made Evil Cat spin, his legs pumped furiously, and carried him away from the biggest dog thing he had ever seen. The big dog wagged its tail hoping to make a new friend. Evil Cat ran into the very first hiding place it found, another steel beast, the smaller kind for just one human.

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Unseen by the young lady who just exited the auto, Evil Cat got closed inside. Tentatively, the cat explored his steel prison. There was no escape; curling up in the passenger seat, he waited. The sun made the car warm, and then uncomfortably hot. Evil Cat became anxious and wanted out any way he could. Seeking shade, he climbed into the back seat and stretched out his body to lose as much heat as possible. On the verge of exhaustion, ready to surrender to fainting, the air changed with a great whoosh. Cool fresh air entered—then after the human rattled some strange objects—the beast that had him trapped inside began to purr. Before he knew it the cat could feel motion, first backward then forward. The acceleration was incredible. Not quite as fast as a cat could sprint, but it never stopped. Evil Cat dared to slink around the side to view the human.

She was a female. That was bad. The females were the strongest of the prides. This female smelled of and showed no fear. Before he thought to react, she reached out with one of her huge paws and scratched his chin. This was good, she accepted his scent. The beast was traveling at an enormous velocity and Evil Cat had no idea how to guide it. That was bad. From slots in the beast, cold clean air blew across his fur reviving and refreshing him. That was good. He decided to do nothing, wait and see what would happen next. At best, he was now a member of her pride—perhaps she could help him to kill more humans—at worst, he would find a way to kill her.

The female took him to her den. It was huge, much larger than a den should be; uncomfortably big. She went to what smelled like a larder where food was kept. The female (he would come to call her bird, because she cooed like one when she tickled his fur), made strange sounds manipulating things with her fascinating paws. A circle metal thing came undone, an aroma of meat filled the air, and Bird put some on two more round things and pushed one of them towards him on the floor. He sniffed it. It was fish meat. Greedily, he devoured his share. Bird perched above him, she pushed the fish meat into her mouth with another metal thing.

Evil Cat was satisfied, warm, dry, well fed, had shelter, and best of all, he owned a human. Perhaps it was a comfortable life that let his true purpose lag, but he did put forth at least a token effort into tripping Bird and his murderous appetite was never forgotten. Months went by, he often rode inside the metal beast; he watched, he listened, he learned. One day a surreptitious event gave him an idea. While sitting still at the place where two of the beast trails crossed, Evil Cat watched out the window with more than a feigned interest. That day two of the shiny metal boxes had struck each other, several of the passengers died, the blood and destruction were like a symphony of terror. The cat knew what he must do.

Bird, the cat’s property, awoke on one of the odd days she didn’t leave for what she called work.  Her larder was almost empty. Those were the days she went to hunt more food. Evil Cat met her at the door, rubbing his scent on her the way she liked him to do. His ruse worked and she picked him up off the floor and carried him to her steel beast. Today would be her last ride. Bird gangled the objects that made the beast come to life and they were both on their way.


“…his murderous appetite was never forgotten.”


The time was now, the place was here, on this road where the beast run with their amazing speed, light and agile for their size, turning with the curve of the trail, and there were more steeds coming in the other direction. Evil Cat made his move. He jumped forcefully onto the face of the woman, digging his claws into her soft flesh. He became a furry mask of pain. Her beast should fall off the trail and they would perish together.

Bird clawed at him to no avail, she almost tore him loose but he sunk his claws deeper into her neck and cheeks. As she flailed helplessly, her hand batted the big round thing in front of her. Instead of running into the ditch, the beast went to the other side and onto the trail that went the other way.

Metal groaned and bent as two beast rammed headlong into each other. Bird died almost instantly, the other passenger in the other car perished when the weight of an enraged cat burst through the window, breaking both his neck and the cats. Again, it had cost him a life, but Evil Cat took the lives of two humans this time.

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About The Author


Paul Block lives in a small town about an hour and a half west of Chicago. In 2010, he was a transport driver (gasoline hauler), but lost his job due to chronic glaucoma. By the end of 2011, he admitted he could no longer drive a car. In 2012 he even had to give up his bicycle.

Fortunately, he can still read and see a computer screen, but life became a living nightmare of home imprisonment. As his world shrank, he decided to try writing. Now his world is as vast as time and space itself in books and story telling.

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