The Universe's Mixer

It couldn't be helped.

Oh there was to have been a wait.

But she didn't like it, the City had said. A cat way too smart, a giant brain in its head.

So another one it would be, no waiting this time.

The cat was snatched up, and would be taken care of in due time.

No knife or gun to be used on this cat.

That's a little excessive; now who would do that.

Pushing into traffic or dropped from a floor.

If it doesn't work the first, we'll try something more.

C'mon little kitty, c'mon let's play.....


















[no cats were REAALLY harmed during this thread... no. REALLY.]

After her talk with Jack Sparrow Violet found herself sitting in what she thinks is a small coffee shop. As she sipped her tea she was making a list, something she had done so many times while on the run from Count Olaf. She mused under her breath as she wrote,"Find a proper and safe place to stay, maybe seek out a guardian, look into school since well I am not the most normal in that respect of things" between sips of her tea. But her eyes told a different story, this might be another journey but she was also scared to death.

Around her in the small coffee shop she was listening in as people talked of a possible killer on the loose. Violet being very Violet was also making notes for possible traps to catch whoever this person was.

Hannibal worked over the monkey. Simon had left a note that something had come up, so Hannibal had gone on without the other doctor. It was a little less fun since he didn't have somebody to make comments to, but only a little. Besides, he could remember everything that he'd wondered about and could bring it up later. Not to mention the notebook they'd started on the subject.

Lots of interesting things had been found out.

Like how the monkey was alive, until it was in moonlight, and then it wasn't. Flesh samples showed that much. And how it sort of healed when you hurt it, but not when it died. When it died, it just came back, like Aeon Flux did. And how when it was undead, in the moonlight, you could do things to it and nothing at all would happen. How it didn't seem to feel pain at all - because it was used to it, or because it's nerve endings were permanently scarred, Hannibal had no idea. But it didn't react to pain stimuli. You could tickle it, however, and it would let out a disturbing monkey giggle.

Tonight, Hannibal was testing it's resistance to disease. He felt if maybe the monkey's blood could be transplanted into a person, perhaps it could be used as a cure for many things. He would start small, and maybe work his way all the way up to cancer.

Imagine that, an obnoxious little monkey curing cancer.

There was talk to be had now. Once or twice it might be written off, but there and been a third and now another would be added to the number.

Another blonde this time, though tough and used to fighting demons and dealing with the angry brothers. Perhaps even they would have their time, but right now, it was her, and her alone.

She leaned against her trunk, so distracted in her work, even the footsteps weren't heard though they crunched on the ground. She was used to putting up a fight against unseen enemies, would this be any different. It would have to be fast but if she wanted a fight, the City would not mind.

This one would die, like those before her and those in line to come after.