Scaramouche the Cat

Scaramouche was often bullied. He suffered abuse and violence all his life. He thought he could achieve love. But he gave in. But one day everything changed. The kitten suddenly realized that it was futile. He was just an idiot who groveled. But why? What was all this for? There was no more fear and submission. Scaramouche kills his offenders in cold blood. Since there were men among them, it was not so easy. They, of course, resisted. They had weapons, both bladed and firearms. Leaving the corpses lying where they were, the boy left them and went outside. For the first time in several years. It was cold. But he didn't even notice. The kitten walked away, moving away from the crime scene. He had a scratch on his cheek from the knife, and there were also cuts on his arms and legs. He took a beating while he was running for his life. The cold helped Scaramouche not to feel much pain and fatigue. Until when. The boy trips over a rock that was hidden by the snow and falls to the sidewalk, clenching his fists. His ears are pressed against his head, and his tail barely moves from the cold. He's not going to ask for help, even though he knows he could die right here.