A mystery in St. Louis (a Lackadaisy fanfic)

Mysterious Dreams and Developments

"Francis... Francis..." said a voice calling out in pain.

I woke up to the sound of cats yowling and a man laughing. I looked towards the doorway, and then I heard the horrible noises again. It was as if the man was laughing while torturing the cats. I tried to wake up, but when I turned he was gone. I quickly jumped off the bed and ran out into the hall. I looked around and called for my family, but there was no answer.

It wasn't until I looked forward that I saw my father walking upstairs to a doorway with a white light. And to my horror, he walked in and vanished.

"Papa!"

Knowing that something could happen, I bolted up the stairs. Once I was at the top, I walked into the white void. I looked everywhere for my papa. I even called his name a couple of times, but there was still no answer. I heard footsteps behind me. My heart pounding with fear, I slowly turned around and to my horror, I saw a strange man wearing a white lab coat. His face was blacked out so I couldn't see it.

Not knowing who it was, I tried to run out of the room then I realized the entrance had disappeared. I turned back to the man with a scared and angry look. We just stood there, staring at each other. I got in a fighting stance, ready to fight if he made a move. Surprisingly enough, he didn't.

Instead, he snapped his fingers and out from behind him appeared mutilated cats with swords and syringes. After a minute or two, he pointed at me and the cats all charged at me. I fought well with punches, kicks, and killing blows. But little did I know, there was another cat behind me who stuck a syringe into me and injected its contents. I screeched in pain and then fell to the ground on my back. all I could do was look up at the ominous man.

Before I knew it, all of my limbs and tail were restricted in a flash! I screamed bloody murder as I was squirming and bleeding on the ground. I even coughed up blood. I looked up to see the cat standing over me, looking at me with his glowing yellow eyes. He then slowly raised the needle above my neck, ready to inject me. In a flash, he quickly brought the syringe down.

...

"NO! NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOO!" I screamed as I lay on the bed, kicking and screaming like a maniac. It wasn't until I heard someone calling my name while shaking me that everything turned blank. "FRANCIS, WAKE UP!" And just like that, I opened my eyes and quickly tried to sit up. Unfortunately, my head was under theirs so we ended up headbutting each other by accident. "Ow!" We both yelled in unison.

After a minute of pain, I sat up to see who woke me and found, "Rocky?" I asked still rubbing my forehead. "What are you doing in my room?"

"Ahh," He groaned painfully, "I came here because you left your books in my car," he replied while rubbing his head. "But I heard some weird noises. You were kicking and screaming," he replied.

"I had a bad dream I can't explain it but-" I cut myself off when I realized..."Wait a minute, how did you get in here? You don't have keys."

He tosses me a pair of keys, "You also left your keys too," he declared as I caught them in my hands. Well, I feel, as they say, guilty, "Merci and sorry last night was très folle."

"Folle?" Rocky repeated a little confused "Is that French for foul as in bad?"

"Folle, is French for, as you say, crazy, but last night was also bad," I explained rubbing my arms.

"What happened?"

"Remember the missing cats from the paper?" He nodded. "Well one of them turned up at my job. Dead."

"Woah, did the cops find more bodies?" He asked with excitement and curiosity in his eyes. "No, just Sasha Ballad. Oh, Rocky, it was awful the man's throat was so sliced up I'm surprised his head stayed on."