1. Ami Write
2. Bradley Beckendorf
3. Cleo Newberry
4. Cat Danvers
5. Corvan Oakley
6. Emma Winters
7. Greydon Newberry
8. Happy Knot
9. Iisan Takanashi
10. Jason Faith
11. Karol Smith: Deceased, normal
12. Lauren Grace
13. Levy Tate
14. Mara Olowe
15. Michelle Jones
16. Ned Leeds: Deceased, normal
17. Peter McFay
18. Peter Parker
19. Stella Write
20. Terrance Oakley
21. Thora Bourgeois

WARNING: Graphic descriptions in this chapter. Read with caution.

"Smith, darling, do you like cats?" Dr. Braunt asked. He had just entered the cat shelter with Karol following directly beside him. Her face was emotionless, knowing what's to come or perhaps thinking of a way to survive whatever was about to come for her.

"Yes." Was all she said. She wasn't very tall, probably only just over 5'. Her wavy hair was dark brown with blonde highlights in it, reaching just below her jawline. Her eyes were sad, probably hazel. But she looked dreadful. Her face was pale, her body stiff. Her freckled cheeks were no longer as pink as they usually were, instead she was paper white. Terrified.

"Splendid." Dr. Braunt clapped her on the back.

"... Dr. Braunt?" Karol asked as Braunt approached one of the cages.

"Yes my dear?"

"How arm I going to die?" She asked stiffly, not moving from where she stood as Braunt had left her side. Braunt paused, as if thinking about it.

"I'd say, however you choose to." He replied, looking back at the cage. "Ms. Smith, I'd like you to meet this lovely little lady I call Persephone."

Karol didn't respond. She just stared blankly into space before her, looking like she yearned for death at this point. Braunt opened the cage and took the feline out. She was pink, and looked rather beautifully silky. He set her on the floor.

"She's one of my cats I've genetically modified. She's not dangerous, don't worry. She just glows when she chooses to, or when the lights are off." Braunt stated proudly. "Why don't you say hello?" He set the cat down.

"No thank you." Was Karol's dry response.

"Oh come on, she's friendly." Braunt taunted.

"I said, no thank you. I know you're gonna kill me. Just get it over with already." She growled. Persephone laid down on the floor at Braunt's feet and stretched herself out, exposing her belly to the sky. Braunt bent down and began rubbing her tummy.

"I never said anything about killing you." He said calmly. "Look at her, she's kinda cute, isn't she?"

"What do you want from me?"

"Don't you like cats? I thought you said you did?" Braunt frowned.

"I like normal cats that aren't trained to kill me." Karol glared at him.

"Persephone won't hurt you." Braunt stated. "At least not when she's alone. All she wants is tummy rubs."

"What do you mean "when she's alone?"" Karol asked.

"The cats get... aggressive when any more than three or four get out of the cages. I don't know why." Braunt shrugged, approaching another cage. "I've been trying to breed the cats actually, to see if my genetic modifications can be inherited by their offspring."

He opened the cage and pulled out a black cat with large crow wings where it's tail should have been.

"This is the rascal who got Persephone pregnant. I don't usually let her out with the others, because I want the babies to survive to term without any accidents." He set the cat down next to Persephone. "His name's Hades."

"... You named them in honor of the Greek stories?" Karol said as if this question was more important than worrying about her upcoming soon to be murder.

"All the cats are. And I even based it on all their relations too. Hades's and his brothers are named after the three kings, and of course, Persephone's mother is Demeter, which technically makes Hades her uncle. It's a strange coincidence that the two actually followed along the story." Braunt chuckled. "Hades and Demeter don't seem to like each other."

Braunt opened another cage and took out the cat from inside. It was a shiny furred cat, who's colors seemed to change depending on the light around it and the angle it was held.

"Is that Demeter?"

"Yes."

"If she doesn't get along with-"

Braunt put the cat on the floor. Immediately Hades hissed at her from across the room, fluffing up his wings to make himself look bigger. Demeter growled in response, though acted as if she didn't notice him.

"Oh, and I'm sure you'd love Hestia. Her fur sorta looks like your hair." Dr. Braunt said, taking yet another cat out of it's cage. It was black and gold, with the wings of a raven on it's rear.

"That's four cats- didn't you say-"

"I thought you liked cats Karol? Surely you'd like to meet all of them." Dr. Braunt grinned. Karol stiffened. He began opening other cages and taking the cats out. Karol remained still, petrified where she stood.

The cats ranged in size and color. Those that could glow began showing off their vibrant light which reflected the pattern and color of their fur. Some of the ones with wings flew up and perched themself atop cages. Some cats didn't look the the majority, and had hollow blind eyes and thousands of teeth hidden in their mouth. All the while Karol couldn't even move in her terror. All the cages were open. All the cats were out.

Dr. Braunt patted her shoulder. "I'm going to go get myself some coffee to stay up tonight, I'll be right back." He said, and headed out the door.

"Wait! Please! Don't do this to me!" She grabbed onto his sleeve. He looked disgusted.

"I thought you said you liked cats, Ms. Smith." He said, and forced her grip off of him. "Have fun, they're really playful." He said and shut the door as he left.

"No!" Karol banged her fists against the door. "No! I know what you're doing! I know-"

A cat rubbed up against her leg. Slowly, she looked down at it. It was a white cat, one with the dozens and dozens of teeth crammed into its small mouth. Karol began shaking as the creature continued rubbing up against her.

The pink cat, Persephone, also approached her. She was glowing at the moment, which made her look toxic or radioactive.

Near where she stood, Hades and Demeter got into a physical fight with full intentions of harming each other. They clawed and hissed, throwing blood, feathers, and fur all about them. The other cats growled at the commotion, which was getting a bit too close to Karol's ankles.

She stepped back to avoid the fury of claws and spit, and ended up stepping on Persephone's paw. She let out a loud howl, and immediately Hades broke off from Demeter.

Hades's eyes were glued to Karol. He looked menacing, a terrifying little creature which Karol backed away from. Her back was pinned to the door of the room.

"Please... I don't want to die." She pleaded. Hades growled and leapt into the air with his wings. He swooped up and attacked her face. Karol ran, covering her head to protect herself. The other cats joined in, all attacking Karol without holding back.

She reached the opposite wall and crumpled to the ground. Her flesh was open and bleeding all across her arms, legs and face. She kept her head ducked, trying to protect herself.

But there were simply much too many cats.

Karol began to scream and sob at the same time. She cursed at the world, striking the cats away with her hands if she could. But when she fought back, her face was left exposed and the cats would go for her eyes, clawing and scratching up her once pretty freckled face.

"FUCK YOU TERRANCE!" She screamed. "THIS SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU!" She sobbed. "FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU!"

She continued swatting at the cats, trying to get up so she could reach the door again. But by now, the flesh of her legs was absolutely shredded. She toothy cats had knower the flesh around her ankles, leaving them to bleed out and forcing her to stay stranded in a heap away from the door.

"YOU GUYS DID THIS TO ME! YOU FUCKING KNEW! YOU KNEW I WAS GOING TO DIE BUT NONE OF YOU MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLES HELPED! DO YOU FUCKING CARE?!" She spewed. "DO YOU CARE THAT I'M ABOUT TO DIE?!"

She toppled over after trying to get up again, and the cats went after her face yet again. Her eyeballs had been torn from their sockets, her nostrils ripped clean off. Her ears had been mauled, her neck was covered in deep cuts which spilled blood all over the floor and the fur of the cats.

"I HATE CATS!" She managed to sputter. "IF YOU CAN HEAR ME TERRANCE, JUST KNOW ONE THING." She choked, coughing and screaming in agony. "MY SUICIDE IS ON YOUR HANDS!"

Karol promptly bit down on her tongue as hard as she could, her teeth cutting straight through it. Immediately, blood flooded her mouth and poured from her cheeks as she lay on the floor, continuing to be mauled by the cats. Her empty eye sockets oozed with more liquids, and she drowned in her own blood.

Her body began to convulse, and she began to unwillingly gasp for air, swallowing blood as she did so and quickening her deprivation of oxygen. Eventually, her body gave up the fight, and she went limp.

The cats lost interest, and abandoned her. Of course, everyone knew she was going to die, and was already dead. They'd seen her body.

But seeing the death of Karol Smith on video was so much more horrifying than it was to see her corpse stuffed in a wall.

Cats hunt in packs.

The video ended there. The students had been brave enough to watch it after they got back from Braunt's assignment within that very room where Karol had died last night. Peter felt nothing but guilt, hearing her scream and curse out her schoolmates that way. She was right, they had let that happen to her. And Peter could never forgive himself for that.

The doors of their sleeping room burst open and in came Jason and Greydon, barreling in recklessly whilst wearing the giddiest smiles on their faces. Everyone turned their attention to the boys.

"Did you find the room?!" Emma exclaimed.

"Yes, we found all our shit they stole!" Greydon celebrated.

"Did you remember to take pictures?" Iisan asked.

"No problem dude, we got it. I'll send it to the chat right now."

JaFaith22 sent 10 photos to the "Let's Try Not to Die" chat.

"Ok ok, but," Greydon panted, still grinning like a madman. "There's this utility closet we found-"

"FULL of guns." Jason finished.

"And other shit too." Greydon beamed as they joined the students who were all sitting in the center of the floor.

"Like shovels." Jason said.

"And knives. Like- BIG knives." Greydon's smile never faltered. "And other tools we might use. I took a picture, here-"

Greydon sent a photo to the "Let's Try Not to Die" chat.

"Holy crap," the girl named Levy said, looking at her phone. "If we stole even just one of those rifles..."

"Do you think we can when we go steal our stuff back?" Jason asked.

"It's too risky." Iisan frowned. "I'm surprised it wasn't guarded, perhaps you two idiots were lucky enough to find it while the security was changing shifts."

"Eh, maybe we'll be lucky again." Jason shrugged.

"Not. Happening." Iisan glared.

"Who put goth boy in charge?" One of the kids asked.

"I'm not in charge, I'm just being smart here." Iisan growled. "It's already dangerous just trying to get to that storage room. We can't add anything else to our already brittle plan."

"He's right." Bradley nodded. "We can't afford getting caught. Who knows what they'll do to us. Obviously they don't care about our lives, so this plan may very well get some of us killed."

"Oh, then I ain't gonna go on the raiding party." Lauren declared. "Yeah. Nope. I ain't dying yet."

"We do have to discuss who will be going out there." Terrance said.

"I'll go again. That shit was fun." Greydon grinned.

"Heck yeah! Me too man!" Jason gave his buddy Greydon a high five.

"I suppose I can go." The girl, Mara, said with a shrug. There was a moment of silence.

"Ok it can't just be the three of us." Greydon rolled his silvery blue eyes. "One of you cowards has to grow a pair and join us."

"I can go." Iisan said.

"What?!" Terrance exclaimed. "Then I'm going too, man!"

"No, you're not!" Iisan argued. "You have to stay behind."

"Why?! Because I'm blind?!"

"Exactly! It's too dangerous!" Iisan argued. The two began verbally fighting with each other, which was a bit awkward for the rest of the teens to sit through.

"If it's dangerous, then why are you going?! You're not an athlete!" Terrance said.

"I can handle it just fine. And Terry, just so you know, there's not a bunch of athletes in here. Most of us are science nerds and band geeks!"

"I don't care! You're not going unless I come with you!"

"Not happening! I have to go, no one else is offering up."

"I offered up!"

"I'm not letting you!"

"Dude, just let me-"

"No Terrance!" Iisan burst. "Just- no. I... I can't let you get hurt doing stupid shit like this." He moved his hand almost as if he wanted to touch Terrance, but stopped himself and looked at the floor shamefully. "Please. Please just stay."

"... alright." Terrance sighed. "I will. But you better not be hurt, not even a scratch."

"Ok ok."

"Lovers quarrel." Lauren whispered to Emma who snorted in response.

Lauren ships em too. Y'all readers ain't alone in this world. Idek what their ship name would be but I just want you to know that Terry's little brother Corvan has a crush on this girl named Rona and my friend dubbed their ship name to be Corona and I've officially died.

Lauren knows.

Lauren knows all.

"... y'all done? Ok. Chill. Anyone else coming?" Greydon asked.

"I'll go." Peter McFay raised his hand.

"Perfect. The marshmallow named Peter McFart can absorb the bullets while we run." Greydon sneered. "Hell no dude. You're built like a soft serve ice cream cone."

"What about me?" Peter offered. "I can go."

"Peter-" MJ whispered in protest.

"Ok, you think you're cooler than McFart? Penis Parker." Greydon chuckled.

"Oh god you've heard Flash." Peter groaned.

"Dude you're like an over cooked spaghetti noodle." Greydon commented. "I'd rather have Terrance, but Iisan said no. Which oh by the way, Iisan, you're a string bean. Y'all are weak."

"Suck my dick." Iisan glowered.

"You'd like that too much." Greydon sneered.

I'm dying just writing this dialogue help.

"I'm not a wet spaghetti noodle." Peter said.

"Uh huh." Greydon snorted. Fed up with this dumb conversation the author is having too much fun writing, Peter decided to prove himself by flexing his biceps.

"Woah! Little wet noodle got some meat!" Jason exclaimed.

"Jason, do me a favor and just shut up." Greydon snapped.

"We've got enough." Iisan said. "And we're running out of time. Let's go."

"Bye suckers! One of y'all better be a school shooter or something and have brought a gun in your bag! See ya!" Greydon saluted as the five disappeared out the door.

A/N
I have a theme with cutting the tongue off apparently. Also I wrote this at midnight. Don't send help, I want to die anyways.

Also I was gonna draw Karol's death like I did with Ned but instead I focused my time on making this instead.

Not even relevant to this story. Just wanted to share. That's my Oc Amante and he wasn't included in this fic because I didn't want to.

-Peter