What a Cat Shouldn't Be

What a Cat Shouldn't Be (Ch. 1?)

The orange cat stood confidently on two legs, the pale light of the full moon reflecting off of his fur. The body parts around him formed a perfect pentagram with him directly in the middle. Garfield had never liked Odi very much and his trusting nature had made him the perfect one to use for the sacrifice. He finished writing the final symbol in the dog's blood and he straightened himself up. He raised his arms and began the ancient chant in an ancient tongue. He didn't really know what the words meant but all he needed to know were the results.

The ancient powers that he saw his sacrifice and heard his words and they were pleased. As he was standing there Garfield started to feel a change. His vision became sharper, his mind became faster and his heart started pumping what should have been fatal amounts of adrenaline into his bloodstream. Then came the physical changes, his fur began to grow thicker and tougher, like steel. His teeth became longer and sharper. His jaw stretched outward into a nightmarish muzzle. His plump frame began to bulge with rippling muscles. He began to grow, soon he was 8...15...20... he was 29 feet tall when he didn't slouch. Garfield was no longer a funny, lazy cat. He was a monstrosity that should never have disgraced reality. He took a second to breathe in and revel in his new form before punching a fist directly threw his house into the kitchen. He delicately picked up all of the leftover lasagna from the counter and popped the entire thing in his mouth, pan and all. John came crashing out of his bedroom to investigate and when he saw what Garfield has become he almost lost his mind at the twisted and horrible thing staring back at him.

"Garfield!" He shouted, "I ignored the strange behaviour and the missing neighbourhood children but this time you've gone too far."

"Silence!" Came the booming reply, "no longer am I your pathetic pet, no longer do you decide my choices." With that Garfield raised one horrible and twisted paw and slammed it down onto Jon. He expected Jon to be smushed into a pulp but when he lifted his paw Jon was fine. Then Jon started to cough up blood and Garfield knew that his internal organs had been damaged.

Garfield stayed for a moment, watching his former paternal figure bleeding on the ground, his final breath slowly rattling out.

Eventually, he straightened up and faced his home town. It was time to do some damage. His massive footsteps pounded the ground, each one causing a small earthquake as he decided on a new target. The woman who stole his testicles. Liz. He was halfway to her house when he suddenly heard a strange sound. A small whistling sound. He realized it was getting louder and coming from above him. He looked up and saw an orange shape falling towards him with immense speed. He jumped back and the shape landed where he had just been with a tremendous CRASH. The shape straightened up and as soon as Garfield saw who it was a low guttural growl left his throat.

"Hobbes," he said furiously. Hobbes was as big as Garfield but nowhere near as deformed. Whatever he'd done to make himself so powerful, his methods clearly hadn't been as evil as Garfield's.

"Hello Garf, how's it been? Committed any cursed sins lately?"

"Real funny. Still a pet, are you?"

"I'm no pet, Garfield"

"No, you're worse. You're a toy. Calvin's plaything."

"Wrong again. I'm his friend. And you, are too twisted to be allowed to live. Say goodbye Garfield. It ends here." With that Hobbes charged Garfield and tackled him. They fell into an empty office building, bringing the whole thing down. They wrestled in the rubble, each struggling to gain control of the fight. Hobbes did his best with his newfound strength but Garfield's ferocious anger won out over Hobbes's righteous determination. The mangled creature that was once America's favourite silly fat cat bit ferociously into Hobbes's neck. Fortunately for the stuffy, Garfield's sharp teeth couldn't find purchase in the fabric that made up Hobbes so instead of tearing out his throat he merely left a small rip. Garfield took the opportunity to flip them around so he was on top and slam one massive fist into Garfield's muzzle, cracking bone and breaking flesh almost instantly. Garfield roared horribly as blood dripped down his gnarled body. He put all of his strength into throwing Hobbes off of him before the tiger could do more damage. Having learned from his mistakes, he extended his needle-sharp claws and drove both paws into the centre of Hobbes's torso. He pulled his arms apart and ripped Hobbes' whole body in half from the neck down.

"You'll burn for this," Hobbes muttered weakly. Then the life left his eyes entirely. It was over. Garfield had won. As he stared at his surroundings the sun began to rise, casting an ethereal glow across everything. Hobbes was wrong. He wouldn't burn for this. It was the world that was going to burn. And Garfield was going to fuel the flames.