Dr. Felonious' Collection of Evil - Irredeemable

I was nineteen and had little to show for it. I'd stopped attending school after being kicked out of the basketball team for shoving a referee into the stands. Yet I was a cat of potential, who could light up a room despite my bleak childhood. At six years old, I'd been taken away from California to start a circuit of foster homes. No matter how many times I'd lashed out, threw tantrums and got into fights, they'd kept moving me to new, unfamiliar houses. My last move had been three years prior when my last foster dad, Clive, had picked me up from the adoption centre. We'd been on the road for seven hours before reaching a small bungalow in Ormond, Alberta. It would be the longest time we'd spend together. Clive was too busy trading cheques from Family Services for drinks at the bar.
Ormond was a small, stale place in Canada; a remote town of six thousand inhabitants where grey winters drag on for most of the year. I did everything I could to get into another adoptive family, but I changed my mind when I caught the attention of Jane, a beautiful Russian Blue cat who was convinced that she deserved better than a life in Ormond, and I, as an outsider, was her ticket out. I attended the parties she threw where everyone was younger than me and easily impressed, which I liked. I met the impulsive Sphinx cat Eddie, who liked to show off, and his shy, naïve sister Natalie.
We would hang out at an abandoned lodge up Mount Ormond. Our time together was the perfect break from the boring conformity of our small, insignificant everyday lives. I saw it as an opportunity to shape our lack of experience into something powerful. I lined up nights of debauchery and rampage, testing our limits. Bullying, vandalism, and theft were essentially our weekend plans. It came to a point where the three would do anything I asked. Nothing was off-limits when we put our masks on. One evening, I dared Eddie to vandalise the store that had recently fired him. We snuck inside easily enough, as the building was supposed to be empty after closing hours. But a cleaner who was still there grabbed Jane as soon as she came near. Hearing her stifled cries, a dark impulse took over me. I rushed to her aid, knife in hand, and without hesitating, planted the blade into the cleaner's back.
As the group stared at me in shock, I ordered them to finish the job. Eddie clenched his jaw, grabbed the knife, and stabbed the bleeding man in the ribs. Natalie didn't want to do it, but I convinced her that we had to finish what we'd started. Jane closed her eyes and slid the knife into the man's chest. She handed the wet blade to Natalie: "We're all in this together now."
Natalie stared at Jane in disbelief as I grabbed her trembling hands and inserted the knife deep into the man's throat. I told them to move fast; we mopped the blood off the floor, stashed the body in the trunk of Eddie's car, and drove up Mount Ormond.
All four of us were digging in the muddy snow to dispose of the body when I spotted something moving through the woods. I grabbed my knife and broke from the group to check it out. The fog thickened around me, becoming so dense that I soon could no longer see ahead. I retraced my steps and stumbled onto an ominous trail. I followed the eerie path, as if called by the darkness. Jane, Natalie, and Eddie finished digging, but I was nowhere to be seen. Jane spotted muddy footsteps in the snow and the three of them followed the trail, which took them deeper into the woods. When Jane, Natalie, and Eddie did not return home that night, their parents thought they'd run away with me. Each family came up with a different theory. The mood in the town changed, however, when a body was found by an abandoned lodge up Mount Ormond.
They didn't realize that we ran into this wolf named Winifred, doing the same exact thing. Disposing a body. We chatted and became close friends. She said that she was hired by Dr. Felonious, who I thought was a god because, you know, nobody can magically create animal-human hybrids on a whim. 
We never came back to Ormond after that. We cats learned that if we made just one mistake, there will never be any forgiveness. We were just as irredeemable as the wolves. 
Jesus Christ, my feet hurt. I oughta see if Eddie found us a place to stay, although last time he had us sleep in an apartment complex located in the ghettos.
Maybe I'll just sleep outside tonight.
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