Chainsawman Cat Romane & Geschichten

I killed him…I killed a man again…an unnecessary death. “I…I’m sorry,” I whisper. I don’t want to look at him. I know that if I do, it’ll stay with me forever. Instead, I watch Kanda. She fights the other two men. She already has one on his knees with her weapon impaled in him. When she turns, the other man is shifting. Like Kanda, he doesn’t have a collar. Kanda shifts too. I’m unable to look away. She turns into a big cat, like a cheetah, but a bit bigger. Her fur is dark, but there are some sort of prints on her that I can’t make out.

Dawson ate in pain, let out a muffled groan, and then ceased his subsequent movements. He quickly got up and touched his injured right cheek, and to his surprise, it was bleeding. Dawson angrily stared at the white cat and said, "You animal, do you want to die?" Jasmine bared her sharp teeth and barked at Dawson twice. It is a world of difference compared to the usual docile demeanor. Lorraine was also stunned, and she quickly straightened her disheveled collar. I picked up the white cat casually and held it tightly in my arms.

A plan I hope will succeed. Chase suddenly halts. I smirk, taking the chance to punch him in the face, elbow him on the shoulder and knee his groin within the split of a second. He groans, holding his dick with both his arms and slumps down to the ground. "What in the bloody hell do you need a cat for?" he grunts, lying down on his left side until his back was completely on the floor, his face on the ceiling, defeated. "Why do people get cats, Chase?" I removed the glove off my hand and the hook-and-loop fastener made a crunchy sound. Reaching down to the cooler nearby, I grabbed two bottled water and tossed one to Chase before sitting down crossed legged next to him.