9. Chapter 8
I sat with my troop members in the cafeteria in our headquarters. We were talking about the new famous assassin that was picking off Gagers one by one. Any Gager who met him didn't live to tell the tale. They had been trying to think of a nickname for the assassin for a while now. "The rouge?" Someone asked "Naw, what about the arrow?" "No way man!" The other kept arguing while I was looking over the pictures of the victims left by the assassin.
They had all been mutilated in some way or form, but there were two things they all had in common; they all had what appeared to be claw marks and they had the corners of their mouths cut longer, almost to the temple. It looked like they wore a hideous grin. "What about the Cheshire Cat?" I piped in, spreading the pictures on the table in front of my comrades. "Ya that could work" they all said.
I thought to myself, I know their mouths were cut probably by a dagger, but where did the scratches come from? Did the Cheshire Cat have like a dog or something with him? I have no idea.