I smile looking at the scene below. One Thundercat in a coffin, one being led to the gallows.

Who am I you ask?

Why I'm the killer of course, but that's our little secret.

The sun feels good doesn't it?

Of course it does the breeze through my hair is nice to.

I pat my weapon fondly, truly a marvelous item. It's responsible for the ThunderCats's current state.

I can remember it like it was yesterday instead of about a week ago.

It was too easy. I slipped out of bed and down the hall. I remember Cheetara asking if I was having trouble sleeping. I told her no.

Well it wasn't exactly a lie, I couldn't sleep but it was anticipation not a stomachache like she thought.

She looked concerned so I promise to get a glass of milk.

She smiles satisfied and walks down the hall continuing her rounds.

The kitchen is well stocked, all snarf ran kitchens are, but it's not the food im interested in.

I open the knife drawer and select a nice sharp one, a steak knife.

Come now? You expected me to use a butcher knife? Too cliche.

The knife gleams in the faint light, a dull grey sheen travels down the blade. Admiring the blade gives me time to ponder, a kitten just can't walk down the hall with a knife, it'd attract too much attention.

I concentrate slightly and my appearance changes. Red fur sprouts and thickens I shrink a little and grow a tail.

No no I'm not a shape changer. It made things a little more difficult but if you can make people see things most of the time that's what they believe.

It turned out my second disguise wasn't needed, Cheetara was asleep on the job. All the better the fewer witnesses right now the better. I slip into a bathroom one of the few areas like the kitchen not video taped. I consider my next move carefully before I make it.

More fur grows and I become taller, the tail disappears, so does the stripe. I tighten my grip on the knife and smile. I walk into the hallway acting as if I'm trying to hide while giving the camera a nice shot of my face.

The rest was easy. I walked into Lion-O's room. Drew back his covers watched as recognigain then rage fill his face as the knife slid into his throat.

Back into the hallway dripping knife visible to the camera I slink down the hall and into another room. Placing the knife in the sleeping cat's hand I leave.

Of course the deed is discovered in the morning, along with the killer, or at least the one they believe to be the killer.

Ah the show is about to start. I whisper as I look down, mighty Lion-O resting in his coffin and the hobbled wretch being lead to the gallows pole.

Panthro stands next to the trap his visage so black a hood would have seemed white. He refused a hood, wanting the condemned to know who killed him.

Cheetara and Kit stand nearby wearing black of course.

Finally the condemned is in position, the rope is placed over the hood, he won't be allowed to see the day before his death.

That truly is a shame, it is a nice day they're could be worse ones to die on.

Time slows as the lever is pulled. And the trap drops, I can't help but smile at the whip like motion he makes, it's oddly fitting. Especially since his whip is used as the rope.

I stand up and stretch. The telepathic holo projector in my pocket bulges like a comfortable warmth but it was my Psyche Club that made it possible. By projecting my power through it and into the emitter my mental powers become more like illusions, ironic considering my scape ghost.

If only Luna had my sense of style.

THE END

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