After our hero, Jason, is killed by some police, he finds himself in a complicated game of cat and mouse. Armed with only a rusty scythe, a grapnel rope, his wits, and his fists, he runs from the cat.

Due to The Nightwatch failing to grab some readers, I'm going to try a bit of HIE with a twist. Today's story is to be great! I know it! Or well I hope… :fluttercry:

Please be gentle with your reviews, it's my third story. I slaved over chapter one.

I take no credit, give my brain some praise please!