"Whiskers! Whiskers please get up! It's me! Please! Please don't go!"

Whiskers whimpered as it looked up at his friend, his buddy. He was sorry he failed. He didn't want to go. He was scared. He remembered when they first met. Christmas. Yes That's what humans called it. When he came out of the basket and met the young girl. He knew they would be friends from that very moment. He knew that they would be together forever. He let out a small meow as he blinked up.

Wanda let out little chokes. She didn't want to lose him.

"There's nothing more that I wish to do

You make me purr when I'm feeling blue

Be it rain or a sunny day

Your lap is my favourite place to stay

You know what I knead"

The voices sang as Whiskers let out a weak meow. 

 "I knead you

I knead you"

Whiskers coughed up some blood as he slowly closed his eyes.

"And I know you can't hear me say

The words that tell me I am hear to stay

But I hope that you know

That I need you"

Whiskers slowly closed his eyes and let out a low groan as his body became stiff. 

Wanda scream was something never heard before, bitterness, Confusion and rage filled her. Her only reminder. The one childhood she had. No gone. She hated this town and vowed that this town will suffer and feel the pain she felt. No one is safe. No one