Ahab Star leapt to the stage, sinking the claws of his hands into the shoulders of the werewolf threatening Zoe, Tootles and the others. As his feet
landed, he jumped up and over his head flipping him into the crowd below. Ahab Star added a slight twist mid-flight to land gracefully on his feet and
spoke, No, no, no. No! Must I teach you how to hunt as well? You have got to toy with your prey to get the full satisfaction of the
kill. Let them run a little bit to make them think that they got away before you pounce. Hurt them a bit and let them think they got away again before
you get in the killing blow. And always let one, wounded and suffering, escape to tell the others of how fierce and frightening you are.
Ahab strode over to the doorway to where the old king had departed. Pulled out a cigarette and inserted it into a long black holder before lighting
it. Am I not right? Is that not the perfect way to show your cunning and prowess, King Melchoir?
Melchoir studied Ahab Star for a moment. The way he stood there in that purple coat, swishing his tail back and forth. He noticed it took a whole
second for it to reach the right and another to reach the left. He was calm and confident. “That odd cat has absolutely no fear in anything he does
or says. Perhaps his ruthless reputation is well deserved.” he thought. Ahab Star is right. We will not allow this intrusion foul our
sanctity. Allow the Black Dogs to exit. We will give them a ten minute head start...to finish their prayers. He turned to speak to Ahab only
to see the door close.
With the door closed, Ahab withdrew a string of M-80 firecrackers with several missing from the strand and lit them with his cigarette and tossed them
down the hall. And began counting the swishes of his tail aloud, 883...884...885... After the first three pops of the
firecrackers he let out a bloodcurdling scream that sounded like a bobcat having the last two inches of his tail cut off with a dull, rusty knife.
891...892... Switching to full cat, he appeared as a sleek black panther with a crescent moon of white fur were the chest was
just below the throat. While somewhat majestic, that patch was a reminder of an old injury. Ahab blazed down the hallway at full speed and turned a
different way from where the others had headed in order to reach the outside before them.
898...899...900... The explosions rocked the inner halls of the mansion. While small overall, they accomplished their purpose.
To seal the werewolves inside the grand room. It would take them at least 10-15 minutes to clear the debris. More than enough time to escape. He would
miss that long purple leather trench-coat left under the rubble. But knew between the “gunfire death” and its placement under the pile of debris
he wouldn't be thought of as the source for years to come.
Seeing John emerge from the mansion and heading towards the woods, he slid down from the rock he was sitting upon and began applauding
Now that was an exit. It is good to see that you have developed some style after all these years. Now are you ready for what is ahead and to do what
must be done? And let me say, you are simply going to love America.
[edit on 11-10-2009 by Ahabstar]



