TRIGGER WARNING
Depictions of Abuse and Rape
"Dad! Stop! P-Please!"
"(Y/N)! G-GET IN THE CLOSET!"
An 18-year-old mouse,
tried to plead with her father not to harm her mother. Sadly, her father was a hardened crime boss who moved to London to 'negotiate' with other villains, which allowed him to meet the girl's mother. The mother was manipulated into marrying the crime boss, becoming his plaything until her death. He didn't expect to have a child with her, but that is the consequence of having unprotected sex.
He was even more upset
with the fact that the child was a girl, taking out his anger on the poor mother. The girl at this point was done with begging and was ready to fight, but she knew she was too weak. The girl ran upstairs, into her closet, and opened a small hidden entryway into an abandoned panic room. She got in and closed the entryway to the panic room, listening to the cries of pain from her poor mother. This continued for two hours until the dreaded sound of a gunshot rang through her ears, causing her eyes to widen with tears and shaky, silent sobs to emit from her slightly opened mouth.
It was then just a painful
silence for the next ten minutes until a knock was heard. A dragging sound was made from the dead body of her mother as heavy footsteps went towards a secluded room and then to the knocking sound, which lead to the sound of a door being opened. A smooth, suave voice accompanied another set of heavy footsteps, as well as a raspy voice with uneven steps.
"Good evening, Mr.(L/N)..." The smooth voice greeted.
"Evenin' Professor Ratigan," her father roughly responded. "Are ya here for the parts ya wanted?"
"Indeed I am"
"Alright, come on in then and have a seat, I'll bring 'em out for ya!"
The footsteps lead to the living room as her father's footsteps went to the master bedroom and then heads to the living room. Metal was also heard banging into each other as her father walked.
"I trust my boys are serving ya well?" her father questioned the one he named "Ratigan."
"M'yes they are, although not to my standards, they still do their job well."
"Ah, well here are the parts ya wanted Professor..."
"Thank you, you have delivered you promised with no problems Mr.(L/N)... but..."
"But?"
"You know I can't let you leave now that your use is now depleted right?"
"W-Whattya mean...?"
"It means..." the sound of a bell rang and heavy footsteps came from outside, "That you are now just... heh heh... dead weight..."
"W-WAIT! Wait! Please! I'll give ya my daughter if ya let me live!"
"Oh? Your daughter?"
"Y-Yeah! She's a real looker! Pure too! Please just let me li-"
A scream was heard as the unmistakable sound of a gulp and meow came from outside. The girl was now paralyzed with shock and fear, listening to the cackling of the two who killed her father. The laughing soon stopped and footsteps could be heard walking towards where a possible photo was. Mumbling from Ratigan was heard as if he was contemplating something. Suddenly, his voice was heard.
"Fidget!"
"Yeah, boss?" the raspy voice belonging to one "Fidget" responded.
"Find the girl..."
"Got it, boss!"
Uneven footsteps were heard
all over the first floor, accompanied by the sounds of crashing and shattering. The footsteps started climbing the stairs and making their way from room to room. Rasped breaths could be heard from the nearby rooms as more furniture and miscellaneous items were broken. The girl held her breath, her bedroom door slowly creaked open as "Fidget" giggled and started tearing apart her room.
The girl didn't hesitate to
take an alternative escape route that would lead outside. She crawled towards a trapdoor in a corner of the panic room, trying to be quiet with the creaky, wood floor.
*crrrrrrreeeeeeaaaaaakkkk*
The noises stopped after that
and immediately there were scrambling sounds from both Fidget and the girl. The girl got through the trapdoor just as Fidget opened the panic room's entryway. She sprinted down the narrow corridor and bursted through a door leading straight to the front door. Footsteps came from the living room nearby and the corridor she had just came from. The girl quickly locked and barricaded the door she just came from, and quickly opened and ran out the front door. The girl hid in a nearby barrel but kept the lid opened a bit so she could see the people who were chasing her.
Soon, a bat with a flat cap, a striped-scarf, and a wooden peg leg staggered into view with the all too familiar raspy breathing. He also wore black tights with a single shoe and a pale purple turtleneck. His yellow eyes scanned the empty streets for any signs of the girl. His short grey fur was slightly damp from splotches of blood, most likely from her mother's fresh corpse. Then, a large shadow encroached the small bat with sharp, yellow eyes. Thankfully, the streetlights of the empty street could reveal the intimidating individual a little better.
He wore a black top
hat with a grey brim with a black cloak with a red underside and a gold connecting piece. He wore a grey button-up vest and black, long-sleeved undershirt. White gloves covered his hands revealing that the man had five slender fingers instead of four. A white collar and a purple and red-stripped ascot covered his neck. He wore black dress pants and dress shoes with a long pink tail trailing behind. His face though, sent shivers down the girl's spine. Sharp, yellow teeth stretched into a very malicious grin, paired with those yellow, gleaming eyes. Grey fur covered his face like a beard with light pink skin covering the remaining parts of his face and ears. Slick, black hair covered the top of his head, giving him a look akin to the Phantom of the Opera. In his gloved hand, was a cigarette holder wafting smoke around like a mist and a bell was being held in his other hand. The girl instantly knew that the bat was Fidget, while the man was none other than Ratigan himself.
"Fidget..."
Fidget started getting nervous and looked at the twisted gentleman behind him.
"Y-Yeah boss...?"
"Go bring the parts back to the lair, hmm?"
"O-Okay boss..."
The bat scampered away which left Ratigan alone and searching the street.
"You can come out now~"
He cooed out, most likely to the girl.
This caused the girl to freeze up and her blood ran cold.
"Or would you like to play
a game first?~"
He turned towards the barrels and chuckled. He opened the lid of one and threw the lid to the ground. As he repeated this, his expression got hungrier and hungrier. The girl's blood rushed into her ears and her heartbeat was getting quicker and quicker. His figure was then in front of the barrel the girl was in. Time seemed to slow down, waiting for the feeling of his hands to snatch her up and take her away.
Suddenly, a clattering
sound came from elsewhere causing Ratigan to snap his head towards the direction of the sound. He chuckled and quickly ran towards the sound giving the girl the sense of relief. The girl immediately got out off the barrel and started booking it away. The cold, damp air caused her breath to resemble little clouds of mist as she ran. She thought she had ran far away from the killer of her father, but oh how wrong she was...
She heard heavier
footsteps trailing behind her. She glanced behind and saw Ratigan chasing behind with a deranged expression. He was yelled out to her in a sing song voice.
"A wonderful game of cat and mouse my dear, but you can never get away from me!~"
The girl turned around
and saw a horse-drawn carriage approaching aahead. A new found determination found a way onto the girl's face. She stopped and face towards Ratigan with a terrified expression, he never faltered and lunged at her. She ducked and grabbed hold of the carriage as it zoomed by.
She looked back to see
Ratigan giving her a smug smile with her hankercheif in his hand.
"Oh bloody hell..."
The girl stared in shock as he waved goodbye. He simply chuckled and walked back to his lair and whispered,
"Our game isn't over, little gem"
With that he disappeared into the shadows of the night.
Ever since then, the girl
has been living on the streets as a scavenger, and avoiding the evil mastermind and his thugs. She rarely ate, slept with one eye open, and was extremely paranoid of everyone... almost everyone. She did help Basil when he needed assistance. After all, he did know a lot more about Ratigan than anyone else, and he was the best person to put that obsessed man behind bars.
Little did she know, that one
particular bat has been watching for her and reporting to the very man who was hunting her down in their three-year-long
game of cat and mouse. Patiently he waits, not starting his magnum opus plan until he has claimed his little gem as his own. He would kill anyone who would dare to touch or talk to what is his. After all, she was now his because of that deal with her father long ago...
...
..
..
.
..
..
...
"It's only a matter of time my little gem~"
...
..
.
.
.
~ End of Prologue ~