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?”
“Yes.”
“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.
