Chapter 1

The tidal wave struck Seattle at approximately 9:00 am on Saturday, June 11th. The wave crashed directly in to the city, wiping it out to the man. Skyscrapers were levelled, trees uprooted, and blood spilled. The capital of Washington State was gone within the hour. In its place was a cesspit of mud, blood, and grief. There was minor damage all down the west coast, but Victoria and Vancouver were spared, as the west coast of Vancouver Island took the worst of the wave.

The news first flashed up on Mike's iPhone in the form of a tweet on his twitter feed… "HOLY SHIT SEATTLE IS GONE." Confused, the grey cat had gone on a news search, and found the shocking news. In a state of disbelief, he had shown it to Paulo by the lockers.

"Hey man, I don't give a shit," the orange and white cat had yawned, putting a hand in front of his mouth. "Seriously, no one cares about goddamn Seattle. It's sorta like… the mute kid of the states."

"Actually," Sue called from across the hall, "I think Blasto is made in Seattle. Starbucks is from there too, right?"

Paulo turned at her for a few seconds, aghast. He then turned back to Mike, his face the picture of horror, and said, "Oh my god, Seattle's gone."

He then turned and stumbled off, muttering "Seattle's gone, Blasto is gone… It's all gone… hee hee hee…"

Mike stared after the clearly deranged orange cat, blinked a few times, and then shook his head to clear it. He then checked his iPhone for the time - 2:15 – and then stuffed it in his scarf, because that was the only place he really had to keep it.

Sue could swear she heard him mutter something about insane people as he ran off to his English class.

"The disaster in Seattle," intoned the English teacher as Mike walked in to the room, a minute and a half late, after having run like hell to reach his class on time, "is due to an earthquake that hit the west coast five days prior to the wave. It is of utmost importance that we help the… few survivors. Michael, why are you late for class?"

The grey cat felt his fur heat up with embarrassment, and stammered, "I'm sorry, I was reading about the tidal wave in Seattle, and I lost track of time."

The teacher studied him for a moment, then nodded, and said, "Right. Sit down, then."

Mike took his seat, and braced himself for the end of a day full of classes being cancelled to talk about the disaster. It was awful, but he'd heard enough the third or fourth time. This was his 7th time that day, and he just honestly did not want to hear about it again. Paulo was just ignorant, which was probably why he hadn't known before. The grey Korat rested his head on his arms, and lowered his eyes to gaze absentmindedly at his desk.

"Now, approximately 3.4 million people were killed by the wave…"

Mike stared at the scratches on his desk in boredom. They seemed to read "To ask him or not?" or something along those lines. He squinted at them, and traced it with his finger. The handwriting seemed vaguely familiar, but he wasn't sure exactly where to place it. He'd seen it somewhere before though.


The grey cat turned towards the voice, and saw Daisy staring at him with an eyebrow slightly raised, as if asking a question.

"Mike, are you alright?" the cream cat whispered to him under her breath.

"Yeah, I'm alright," he whispered back. "Just tired and bored."

"Oh, alright… if you say so," Daisy murmured, and she turned back to the teacher, a slightly apprehensive look now adorning her face. Mike stared at the words for a few more minutes, and then became bored with them, and glanced up at the board. The words "Tsunami in Seattle" seemed to swim in front of him, and he buried his face in his arms.

I need to sleep, he thought to himself, groaning internally, and stop hearing about a natural disaster on the other end of the country.

The phone suddenly rang, and the teacher stopped to tentatively pick up the phone. She held the device to her ear, and said slowly, "Hello? This is room 409. I'm sorry, but I'm in the middle of class right now, and I-"

She was cut off by a buzz of speech from the other end, and she paled. There was another burst of chatter from the other end, and she stammered, "I…I'm sorry, I can't give you what you want."

Mike had perked up, and was now staring attentively at his teacher, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. What the hell was she talking about, and who was on the other side?

The teacher hung up the phone, and, sweat dripping down her brow, making her fur stick out at odd angles, called out, "Class dismissed," and collapsed at her desk. As the class got up and filed out, Mike could have sworn he heard a wracking sob from the huddled form.

What's going on?

Mike met Paulo and Lucy talking by the lockers about their English class. Paulo was poking his chest in a dramatic fashion, as if recounting some kind of poetry. As the grey cat approached them, he could hear Paulo reciting a line from something that sounded Shakespearean, which he knew their class was studying in English.

"These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume."

"Wow, Paulo," Mike said as he approached the pair, "I didn't know you knew any Shakespeare. Where's that from?"

Paulo twirled around, saw who it was, and relaxed slightly. He rubbed the back of his head, grinning in an abashed sort of way, and said, "Uh, it's from Romeo and Juliet. Act three, part two, or something like that. I don't know, I've sort of just started picking up on this stuff."

"That's pretty cool," Mike said, "Have you read anything else by him?"

"Er, not really, no, I haven't."

"Heh, fruitcake," Lucy sniggered behind a hand she'd raised to her mouth to hide the smirk growing there. Mike thought that he'd spin around and kill her, but Paulo just lowered his ears in a sort of sad way, as if he knew she was right. Mike frowned slightly, and intoned, "Hey, Lucy, don't make fun of him, Shakespeare is awesome."

"Of course you'd say that, you're the biggest fruitcake of 'em all," Lucy teased, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Listen, I've got something to tell you."

As Mike filled Paulo and Lucy in on what had happened with his teacher, Paulo's brow furrowed, and he said, "That's really weird."

"It probably doesn't mean anything," Lucy muttered, "This isn't an adventure novel or a comic book – there aren't secret plots with terrorists, or superpowers. It was probably just her tax creditor, or something anti-climatic like that. Nothing to freak out over."

"Awww, you're no fun," Mike and Paulo whined together in unison. Paulo then glanced at a watch he had on his left wrist, and said, "Jesus, guys, I've got to go home, I want to have as much time home as possible. Catch you guys later."

Paulo wandered off, and Mike shouldered his backpack, opening his locker. Suddenly, a little note written on pink paper fluttered out of the slat of his locker that it had been stuffed in to. Lucy looked at it with a sudden sadness in her eyes that hadn't been there before, and suddenly, she found she couldn't quite look Mike in the eye.

"Another love letter, huh?" She said quietly, staring at the pink note.

"Uh, I don't think so," The grey cat said, staring at the page he'd just picked up from the floor quizzically. "I think it's some sort of a death threat, actually."

Lucy's ears pricked, and she frowned, staring intently at the little pink page, still not meeting Mike's eyes. "Well, what does it say?" she ventured, slightly more abrasively than before, staring at the paper like she hoped it would burst in to flames.

"To Mike, and any others to whom it may pertain,

"Get out, now. Do not be in the school at 4:30pm, when it shall be brought down in fire and brimstone. The clock shall no longer read, and the bell shall no longer ring. Roseville High shall be cast to the depths, and I ask that you are not here when it happens.

"Get out.


Mike glanced up from the page at Lucy, and saw her focusing very hard on psychically igniting the pink paper. The Korat folded the page, put it in his scarf, and then said, "Well then… we'd best go home, eh?"

Lucy nodded wordlessly, and the duo stood up, and made their way out of the school.

As Mike and Lucy were walking through the park, Mike glanced at his iPhone. 4:28pm. A mere two minutes left until whatever was to happen at the school happened. The Korat lead Lucy up to a huge oak tree planted at the top of a tall, wind-swept hill. Lucy frowned, and muttered, "Trees are boring," but offered only token resistance as Mike sat down at the base, staring down across the park to the far off highschool.

"I wonder what's going to happen," fretted the grey cat, staring down at the clock-towered building in the distance, leaning his back against the large, old oak tree's trunk. Lucy shot him a sharp look, and growled, "Nothing's going to happen, Mike. It's probably just some prank. I-"



"…It's 4:30."

Lucy's face paled slightly – which was hard for a white-furred cat to do – And she turned back to the school. There was a slight rumbling sound in the distance, and then the whole ground seemed to rock as a plume of smoke shot up in the distance. A shining pillar of fire lit up the sky for about five seconds, and then dissipated. In its place was a sucking noise, and anything in a one mile radius was sucked in to the vacuum the explosion had created.

Roseville High School had been blown up in what appeared to be an explosive terrorist attack.