"Move aside. I want to join you."
"You're kidding," you mutter. Geeaness gave you a sharp look. You pull on a smile and add, "I mean sure! Go ahead." You move aside and hand Geeaness the bobby pin. "You realize you're breaking the law too, right?"
"Yeah, but I'm rich and part mutt. So I'm an exception." Geeaness got down and started fiddling with the lock, "Don't know why you're trying to break in here. This place has been lifeless since that one girl died."
"Girl? Died?"
"It's what happens when you push the mice too far." He answered, as if it helped. "Wait.. And got it!" Geeaness opened the door. To his surprise, the chain from the inside was stuck to the door, preventing him from further access. He was stunned and almost speechless. After some silence he spoke while keeping his voice down, "Okay, I was wrong. Someone had to have locked it from the inside. That means..." He gave a look at you, "You were planning on hunting micen in there, huh?"
"Not anymore." You grunt, "The chain is hooked."
Geeaness shook his head inspecting the knob. He said, "It's a lever handle. We're in luck." and looked around. He spotted a newspaper and headed straight for it, removing the rubber band from it. He reached in and put the band on the chains head that was attached to the back of the door before stretching the band and placing it on the bottom of the door knob. He closed the door and twisted the handle.
On the other side of the door, the band slid back, pulling the bolt of the chain away from it's position and shot to the ground as the chain dangled out of place.
"Tah-dah!" Geeaness pulled open the door, showing the chain unfashionable, only to be stopped by a lockset found above it. It's the kind of latch that you would find in a hotel room. "Really?" Geeaness questioned rhetorically before turning around and going through Shieki's mailbox. He pulled out a thick letter, possibly a bill, and placed it between the latch and the door.
He closed the door gently, making the envelope straighten and pushed the latch off the protruding metal piece.
Geeaness pushed the door open, smiling widely as it was unblocked and he was able to see the empty room. He gestured you in, but you stopped a moment and asked, "Impressing. How? Where did you learn to do all of that?"
"The ghetto." Geeaness shrugged, "stay here while I get the crowbar. We're trespassing, so we might as well vandalize, and the micen are probably going to be in the floor."
You nod and take the time to sniff around. You get on all fours and followed what may have been a whiff. A scent! It led you to the middle of the wooden, dilapidated floor. They're under the floorboards!It's a good thing Geeaness is getting that crowbar. But how did he know we'd need it?
A loud thud spooked you. And a metal crowbar landed next to your hand. You grab it an put a piece of it into a crack of wood and pulled. The nail on the sides of the wood slipped out of their holes. With the wood absent, you could see a dozen delicious micen huddled around in what seemed like a barracks. Around them were armor similar to the one you saw before, and needles that you plan to be unacquainted with.
The micen looked terrified, you couldn't help yourself but dive in and nab one with your teeth.
You close your eyes, savoring the taste of your struggling, screaming prey as you slurp it to the back of your mouth and swallowed. A cool shiver ran up your spine as you can feel the sensation of the mouse slither down your throat and into your stomach. You missed the feeling dearly. Without opening your eyes you sniffed around and caught another micen with your jaws, allowing her to meet the same fate.
You open your eye to see two micen have slipped out using a nearby door. Geeaness blocked the door before more could escape. He also dipped his head in and joined you, making the former barracks into a feeding trough for two giant hungry cats. You ignore the cries in fear and the begging for mercy, keeping in mind that these are slavers, and you've done this plenty of times before to their ilk.
The third micen went down with only a little struggle, rather disappointing from a micen that knows how to handle themselves. When you grabbed your fourth prey by the leg, you felt something tug it. Thinking it was another micen, you tugged back. Another, stronger tug made the micen slip from your jaws. You peep open an eye to see it was Geeaness with his eyes closed that unwittingly stole your prey.
You growl playfully before purring and continuing to feast on the mice. When you grabbed your next one, your stomach was feeling heavy, filled with the omelette and micen, it was ready to give up. This was the last one for today. You leaned your head back and swallowed, making the little piece of meat go plop in your gut.
You pull away with a cute little hiccup of a burp, to see Geeaness has also finished gorging himself. As he sat back, you noticed a straggler, a survivor. A mousey girl standing in the middle of the barracks wielding a needle. Her eyes were full of horror and her knees were trembling uncontrollably.
"What do we do with her?" Geeaness licked the taste off his chops.
"Let me think..."
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