The Felines on Infernus

Chapter 3: The Witch Who Fell Off Her Broom

Morning came, and William and his family were getting ready to go out for a fun day. Everyone was excited, even Hercules. There was no danger nearby at the moment.

As the family stepped outside, the old lady who owned the already shredded Chihuahua, scolded them. "Your dog killed my little pooch!" the old lady screamed, blaming Hercules for something he didn't do. "Look Ma'am," Dana replied," Hercules was not outside last night. He wouldn't hurt a fly." The old lady scoffed at the idea. "That's what they all say!" she snapped. "What is your problem?" Paul asked. "My problem is that your dog is a monster," the old lady replied," I've seen dogs like him all over the place and they bring bad luck to children!" Hercules would growl, but William would calm him down. He feels at ease with his friend. As they headed to their car, the old lady kept ranting away, screaming at the top of her lungs that she would make sure Hercules was put down.

As the car left, a few pairs of eyes would watch them, before crossing the street. An orange tabby and a Russian Blue were led by a fluffy kitten, as black as coal, named Obsidian. He had malicious intent of his own. The trio snuck into the lady's yard and meowed outside the door. Switching to a seemingly sweet demeanor, the old lady would let them in, unaware that they were the ones who killed her pup.

Down in hell, The Devil was laughing, knowing that everyone was falling for his trap, letting the seemingly cute and innocent kitties walk into their homes.

Back on Earth, as the old lady reached down to pet the Russian Blue, she was bitten on the hand and it felt as if she was being burned by molten lead. She screamed and shook the feline off, attempting to reach her cane to defend herself, but it was no use. They were quick. The old lady had no choice but to leave her house as fast as she could, with ravenous murderers on her tail.

Meanwhile, William and his family were eating their ice cream. A few people came over asking if they can pet Hercules, to which William said that they can. Even Hercules liked the attention. It was the escape he needed after he was framed for being an animal serial killer.

Back in the suburbs, the old lady took out her phone and dialed 911. "Hello! Police! I need help!" the old lady said frantically on the phone. "Yes, Ma'am, what seems to be the emergency?" a police officer replied. "I was bitten by a cat and it is burning like fire! It's like they are hellspawns!" the old lady screamed frantically. The cop on the phone was having none of it, believing it was all nonsense. "Ma'am, we take our jobs very seriously. Now, unless you have a real emergency, please do not call us. Hellspawns are not real!" the officer said and hung up before the old lady could say anything else.

After a nice day, the family decided to go home and enjoy the rest of their day. It was a long drive and William was able to make more friends. It was Hercules who helped him. As they were arriving home, the crazy lady stopped in front of their car and screamed for help, only for Dana to honk her horn in annoyance. She then saw Hercules barking at her and she was terrified. She frantically tried to apologize to Dana, only to get ignored. She had no sympathy for her.

In her house, the three kittens were destroying furnature, sheets, and everything they could find. This was not an act of revenge. It was an act of malice. Walking into the fireplace, they suddenly healed from their injuries after they were hit with the cane.

The old lady would see another cat. This one was normal, but she screamed hysterically as if it was one of those that attacked her. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her.

After a while, the voracious kittens climbed out through the window and jumped into the family car. Paul stopped, got out and went out to pet the orange tabby. He purred and acted innocent that Paul decided to pick him up and put him in the car. The kitten gave an evil glint as he was able to set another trap. However, there was one problem. The kitten knew not to mess with the Rottweiler as he could not take him alone. As the family arrived home, they took him into the house, where he started to scratch the sofa to sharpen his claws to increase damage. Hercules watched but he did not attack. He wanted to make sure no harm came to his family.