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"So, what do you say Phil?" Said the female jackal as she glanced over at her partner.

"I say that you're trying to get fired Tess." Said the grey wolf.

"Come on Phil, you need some time off. A good vacation would be great for you. How long have you been an officer?"

"Ten years, and I do take breaks.....sometimes."

"Well, I've been here for two years and I never see your old tail take a freakin' day off.....You workaholic."

The wolf sighed and said.

"I didn't become a police officer to take breaks. I still have a job to do."

The Jackal smiled.

"Relax Phil." She said. "You know I'm just messing with you."

Suddenly, the radio sounded off.

"Attention all units, we have a robbery at the 'Lenny's' drug store on Carson Street."

"Well, looks like we won't be ending early after all." Said Phil as he picked up the radio. "Copy that, this is 633, we're pretty close to the store, we can check it out."

"A robbery at the drug store?" Said Tess. "Doesn't sound too serious."

"Don't underestimate it Tess. Always stay sharp."

"What ever you say my stiff ass partner."

Phil turned on the siren and sped up to reach the store. Phil swiftly drove past the cars ahead with the siren loudly ragging on.

"You think it's just a kid getting caught in the act?" Asked Tess.

"Probably. Hopefully we can just end it quick. No one can get hurt."

"Well, I'm quite alright with scaring a little kid....would do 'em good."

Phil chuckled a bit but went back to his stern glance on the road in front of him. Soon, they reached the store and pulled over on the other side of the road.

"Alright." Phil said. "Lets see what we..."

"Phil!" Interrupted Tess. "The cashier has a gun!"

Phil quickly got out of the car and looked through the windows of the store to see an adult squirrel behind the cashier and pointing a gun directly to a small figure's head. The figure at gunpoint was wearing a black hoodie and had a slender, white, cat-like tail. Tess drew her weapon at the store and slowly crossed the street. Phil followed behind her.

"Sir!" Tess said. "Sir! Please put down your weapon!"

The two officers walked closer to the store. The Cat in the black hoodie seemed unfazed

"Sir! This is the metropolitan police! Please put down your weapon, now!" Said Phil.

"The kid is unarmed!" Said Tess.

"No!" Screamed the squirrel. "No! you....you don't know! You don't know!"

"Sir, lets just calm down. Alright?" Said Phil.

The two stepped closer, but the squirrel then turned the gun at the officers.

"St...Stay away!" He screamed. "Don't let him see you!"

The officers froze. Tess then stared at the young Cat who still stood there, facing the fidgety squirrel.

"Sir. You need to calm down okay." Said Phil.

"No!" Said the squirrel. "He's not normal! He's a devil!" He then pointed the gun back to the young cat. "Everyday he comes to my store. They say that I'm crazy. They say that I give him things for free! But I see the money! I feel it!......He must die!"

"Sir, put it down! Now!" Demanded Tess.

"We will shoot!" Said Phil.

The squirrel then stared at the cat, who still stood there.

"He must die." Said the squirrel. "He must die....he must die."

Then, the cat seemed to tilt his head up at the squirrel, like he was staring at him. Then, the squirrel's arm began to twitch. Then, slowly, his arm moved up and he was soon pointing the gun at his own head.

"No....." Said the squirrel. Tears rolled down his face.

"Wait!" Screamed Phil. "Just put it down, okay? You don't have to do this!"

The squirrel was now in tears holding the gun right to his head. He spoke two finally words:

"I can't...." He said. Then he pulled the trigger and fell to the ground.

Everyone was silent for a moment. Phil and Tess kept staring at the store's window in shock.

"Oh my god." Said Phil softly.

"Phil." Said Tess. "Look."

Phil listened and looked back the young cat who slowly turned and faced towards them. He then took off his hood and should his white furred face. Phil was getting ready to walk over to him, until he saw his eyes. His eyes were all black, not a sliver of white could be seen. It was as if he had no eyes at all. Phil and Tess both froze and aimed their guns at the young cat who stared at them menacingly with those shadow-like eyes. But then, the blackness in his eyes slowly faded away and revealed eyes soft blue eyes. The cat then began cry a little and fall down on his knees. He raised his arms up and said:

"You can arrest me now."

Phil didn't move, but Tess slowly put her gun away and walked towards the cat, holding handcuffs in her hands. She cuffed him and brought him to his feet. Tess then grew the courage to ask him a question.

"Are you okay?"

He didn't answer. He didn't even look at her. All he did was stare right at the police car in silence. Tess looked at Phil, hopping to get some kind of explanation for what just occurred, but Phil just put his gun away and said.

"Lets take him to the station."

The drive to the police station was quiet. No one spoke a word. Phil and Tess kept their eyes on the road and tried their best to not seem scared or worried. The cat sat in the back seat silent, as if he wasn't even there. Then, Phil broke the silence.

"So, what's your name?"

He didn't answer. Phil tried again.

"What brought you to the store?"

Again, nothing.

"Connors is going to want to know about this." Whispered Tess.

"I think we all want answers, Tess." Whispered Phil.

The police station was slow that night. Every one was busy at work behind a desk, but for detective Connors, the stern Rottweiler was stuck behind his desk digging through his sea of papers. With a folder in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, he scavenged through tons of paper which all appeared to have the same theme: "Local store owner deemed insane, commits suicide" "The Jefferson Hospital receives a major increases in cases involving brain aneurisms" "Harrow Insane asylum is close to reaching its maximum occupancy".

"It doesn't make any sense." Said Connors.

"What doesn't make sense?" Asked someone behind him. It was his co-worker Henry. The bulldog was eating a small bag of chips and standing next to Connors' desk.

"You know what I mean Henry." Said Connors.

"You've been looking through those bloody papers for weeks James." Said Henry.

"This whole month has been hell." Said Connors. "The whole city is going crazy....and I just want answers."

"You heard the news, there's probably some sort of disease out there...or maybe people are just going crazy over the new phone coming out."

"Damn it Henry! I'm serious! This isn't normal. Not even medically. It creates a pattern, it has a path."

"So what are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to say that there is a maniac out there hurting people.....mentally."

"Mentally? Mentally how?"

Connors sat there quiet for a moment then said.

"I don't know."

"You're going to go mental if you stare at those papers any longer." Said Henry.

"I'll be done soon. My shift is almost over."

Henry put his hand on Connors' shoulder and said.

"Your shift ended two hours ago."

Connors said nothing.

"James. Go home. You can't keep working yourself to death like this."

"I'm just doing my job. That's it."

"Well, ever since Abigail....

"Don't mention that!" Demanded Connors.

"James."

Connors then stood up and faced the bulldog.

"This has nothing to do with her. This is different. This is a serious problem and we can't just sit around and let it continue to happen."

"James, we did all we could do. This problem we're having, it's up to the hospitals to fix it now."

"I'm telling you Henry, there is something more to this."

"And what do you expect to happen then? The answers are just going to fall out of the sky."

Suddenly, Tess walked through the office door.

"Detective Connors." She said.

Connors let out a sigh and looked at Tess.

"There's something you have to see." Tess continued.

"This better be good." Said Connors as he followed her outside of the office.

Meanwhile, Phil stood in the hallway, waiting for Tess to get Connors. Sitting in the chair next to him was the young whit cat in his hoodie. He was still handcuffed and was staring at the floor in silence. Phil was still a bit frightened by the past events, but he soon calmed down once they were in the station. He began to fell sorry for the young feline, so he tried once more to get him to talk again.

"Hey, whatever happened there, I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding. A lot of crazy things have been going on in Harrow lately. So, you should be okay." He said.

The cat was still silent, so Phil continued.

"You want to tell me your name?"

Still, nothing.

"How about I give you my name, huh?"

The cat didn't respond, but Phil continued.

"My name is..."

"Philip Anderson." Interrupted the cat. "You're 45 years old, you've been an officer for 20 years, your partner's name is Tessa Morris, she has been a police officer for 8 years you're also married to a wolf named Lauren, 43 years old, and you have a son named Chris, 10 years old."

Phil stood there in silence. He was frozen with fear and worry. The cat knew everything about his personal life and he just met him for the first time. Phil quickly responded by saying.

"W...what else.....do you know?"

The cat then turned his head towards Phil and said.

"I know that you're still afraid of me."

Phil was silent once more. He was at a lost of words. A million thoughts circled his brain about how a young cat he never saw before could know so much.

"Don't be afraid." Said the cat. "I won't hurt you."

"Phil!" Called out Tess as she walked down the hallway with Connors behind him. Phil jumped a little being surprised by Tess's voice.

"I brought Connors out and told him everything." Said Tess. Phil was silent. "You okay?"

"Yea, I'm...I'm fine." Said Phil.

"So, this cat was present during the suicide?" asked Connors.

"Yes sir." Said Phil.

Connors then faced the cat and kneeled down to look at him. The cat looked back at Connors, staring at him eye to eye.

"What is your name?" Asked Connors.

There was a pause, but the cat finally spoke.

"My name is Michael." He said.

Tess and Phil were both shocked to finally hear the young cat's name.

"Okay Michael. I'm going to ask you few questions. Can you come with me?"

Michael stood up and followed Connors down the hallway, leaving Tess and Phil standing there.

"You sure you're okay?" Asked Tess.

"That cat..." Phil said as he stared at the two walking down to the interrogation room. "That cat is not normal."

Connors opened the door and lead Michael inside the interrogation room. Michael walked towards one of the two chairs in the slightly lit room and sat down. He was still handcuffed. Connors walked over on the other side of the table between the two chairs.

"So, do your parents know you're out so late?"

"No." Said Michael.

"You want to call your parents?"

"No."

"And why not?"

"They're both dead."

Connors paused for a moment then continued.

"So you're an orphan?" He said

"Yes."

"Do you live in an orphanage?"

"I used to."

"What do you mean?"

"I ran away."

"Well that didn't sound like a smart idea."

"At the time it did." Michael said as he looked down on the table.

"So, lets talk about tonight. Why were you there?"

"I was hungry. I wanted a snack."

"Do you have money?"

"No."

"So how did you expect to get something?....stealing?"

"Technically yes."

"Technically?" Connors said confused.

Michael then leaned closer to Connors and said.

"Do you want to know something, detective Connors?"

Connors' ears peaked up as he stared at Michael.

"What do you want to tell me?"

There was a short silence. Then Michael said.

"I killed the cashier."

Connors seemed even more intrigued.

"I thought he shot himself in the head?"

"He did." Said Michael. "But I made him do it."

"So you paid him or something?"

"No." Michael answered. "I.....made him do it."

"I'm not understanding, kid." Connors said as he laid back in his chair. "You care to elaborate?"

Michael then took in a deep breath and stared innocently into Connors' bruiting eyes.

"I have...certain abilities, detective.....like the ability to....control others."

Connors nearly laughed.

"Why are you really here kid? What really happened?"

Michael laid back in his seat and said.

"Do you want to know how I did it?"

Connors laughed and said.

"Yea, sure. How did you control the cashier?"

Michael looked down at is hands.

"What...do you want most in life, detective?"

Connors was still amused.

"A thousand dollars." He said.

"Wrong." Said Michael. "You want to get back together with Abigail and see you daughter again."

Connors' smile was quickly gone. He stared at the cat in awe.

"How do you know about that?"

"Another ability I have is reading minds."

Connors then became aggressive.

"No!" He demanded. "No, you must have gone throw my reports or something! You're a fraud."

"She did love you Connors. It wasn't her fault you had the divorce." Said Michael.

"Shut up!" Yelled Connors "Shut the hell up!"

"Do you want to see her Detective? Your daughter Lilly?"

"What?!" Connors screamed with a confused look on his face. Then, what he heard next made him freeze.

"Daddy?" A young voice said. Connors turned around and saw a young pup in a light blue dress standing behind him. It was her daughter, Lilly. Connors eyes were wide as he stared at his daughter with a blank stare.

"Lilly? Is that you?" Said Connors.

The young pup smiled and made a cute laugh.

"I love you daddy." She said.

Connors still couldn't believe it, but at the moment, he didn't care. He smiled at the sight of his daughter. He felt pure happiness.

"I love you too, Lilly." He said.

Then, in an instant, Lilly faded away and disappeared from the room. Connors was baffled. He saw his daughter standing right in front of him. Her voice, her dress, her smile, it all looked so real.

"Another ability." Said Michael. "Controlling others minds."

Connors Quickly turned back around to look at Michael.

"How?" Connors asked softly.

"I can control what others do....and see."

"So.....Lilly."

"Was just an illusion."

Connors sat back down in his chair silent. Barely able to make and clear thoughts.

"You wanted an answer to what is happening in Harrow, right?"

Connors then slowly looked at Michael.

"I can tell you what is happened. How it all started."

Connors rubbed the tears out of his eyes and gathered himself.

"I'm listening." Said Connors.

Michael took a deep breath and said.

"This all started...when I was born."