<strong>Name:</strong>Them<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Sewers<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Cat and the Rats<br/><br/>They could have stayed.  No, that was wrong.<em>HE</em>would have stayed,<em>HE</em>wasn't afraid of clocks or coppers or cocks with attitude and power.<em>HE</em>wasn't afraid of anything which is why when They walked away They did so without panic or haste.  Their body moved with steady confidence, each step a deliberate move in the direction He chose.  Which happened to be<em>away.</em><br/><br/>Away from the men and the tart.  Away from the park with its Death claimed ducks and tribute to Alice.  Away from the clock and the coppers and the cocks.  Away from the fading light and into the shadows, where He belonged.  Their slender black clad form disappeared into the comforting arms of hungry shades that happily shielded Them from view, clasped Them close in a lover's embrace and carried Them away, away,<em>away.</em><br/><br/>The delicious scent of fear and decay was taken in with a soft, appreciative grunt as He calmly strolled to an alley's end.  He moved as if He'd created these city streets, as if He'd been the original architect and was still in possession of mental blueprints.  Without hesitation He followed the sleek gray rodent through filth and debris to a metal grate which was lifted aside in a show of strength those flimsy arms had no right to possess.  Shielded by His beloved shadows, He simply stepped forward and fell further into the deeper darkness of the sewer, landing with a small splash on the balls of Their feet.<br/><br/><em>I can hear the rats.</em><br/><br/>Andrew smiled cruelly at Andy's mental shudder.<em>One finds cats where there are rats.</em><br/><br/><em>Cat...</em><br/><br/>His dark chuckle echoed in the close confines of the tunnel.  "Yes, Cat," He promised in response to Their multi-voiced sigh of yearning.  He lifted to Their toes and managed to push the grate back in place with the tip of an outreached forefinger.   "I can smell Her."<br/><br/><em>Cat...</em><br/><br/>Their shoes made deathly splashes as He followed the scent of She They Had Come For.  Their Reason For The Trip.  His Cat.  A left.  A right.  Unerringly He navigated the twisted tunnels, following scent and grime coated slick gray bodies until a final left finally brought Her into view.  The darkness was no obstacle to His vision.  This was where He lived, where He'd been born and where He chose to dwell in more ways than one.<br/><br/>"Cat," He purred, satisfaction painted on the slant of His smile and the tilt of Their head.  Silently He stalked towards Her.<br/><br/>"You are a difficult Kitten to find."