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Epilogue

"And for this reason, it is very important that you write this data down, they will all be asked for in the test" The course's history teacher wrote a few seconds later some important figures of the story on the blackboard and was sure that all His pupils, would write them. After all, they were all incredibly important for the upcoming test.

"What a test, as if we were writing one a week ago...too many tests durign the year, when you ask me" Tessa rolled her eyes and did not even think about writing. There have been so many interesting topics in American history, or in history in general.

"Yeah, what do you think Ashley looks so bad?" Stella whispered back.

"No idea, but I'm worried about Nila ... it's not her way she does not come ... and if she sends me a whatsapp message ... I ask now, his dice numbers can He is still talking positively later ... are eh totally boring"Tessa said seriously and pointed out. When the historian did not perceive her, Tessa began to snap his fingers.

"Tessa, you should write down the numbers" the historian slowly turned around and studied Tessa strictly.

"Yes ... they're so important, but I have a question" Tessa said, unaffected by the teacher's gaze.

"And that would be?" The teacher wanted to know.

"Did you hear anything about Nila?" She said, ignoring the groans of her classrooms.

"Well, Miss Wilkers will not attend this school" the historian replied.

"Nila would never change school" Tessa told the teacher immediately.

"Boah Tessa, you do not really want to discuss now whether your girlfriend is gone or not!" a fellow schoolmate intervened annoyed. But Tessa ignored this comment.

"I do not have any more information, their parents have signed it off because they have an education, and I do not care, their parents did not think it was necessary to come to the meeting!"the whim of the teacher was at a zero point and he turned back to the blackboard.

The black van stopped in front of the school and I put my head down for a few seconds, I knew exactly where we were and yet an unpleasant feeling spread in my stomach. Not because there were a dozen men with weapons in the van, no, if they came too close to me, the men would feel my claws. She was worried about what was coming.

"Miss Nila, we should go , to keep the timing perfect"

The driver had also been a follower and looked at me now. Yes, it was right what we were doing, all those mean idiots should pay for what they have done. We would take them with them and then they would get a nice place in the dungeons of Mr.J.

"Yes, my Owner does not like, to wait long" I replied, pushing open the vans door. It was not one of those eye-catching vans, but one to order school supplies. In itself this was very clever. No one would suspect men with weapons. But one thing then bothered me very much.

"Why am I on a leash? It's ... annoying" I wanted to know from the vans' driver as we walked through the empty corridors of the school and I was led on the leash.

"Order from the boss, stand still, we have to wait for the sign" said the driver and the guys stopped. The driver pulled something too strong on the leash that was attached to my collar and I felt the pressure on my neck for a moment. I glared at the driver with my green eyes.

"Stop it, or you will feel my claws!" I hissed to the driver and snapped at his hand. I just missed her briefly and gave a low growl. The doubts were gone and I was completely in my cat's element, the driver should be aware of who he was on a leash.

"The most important thing is , that you learn not only the numbers, but also the events that happened in American history and ..." the history teacher paused as he knocked at the door.

"The door is open, if you're too stupid to open it , I can not help you, why are Melinda and Ken so forgetful?" The historian said annoyed loudly.

"Um..Sir, Melinda and Ken are sitting here ... maybe it's the director" said Stella.

"Did I asked you Stella? No!" the history teacher replied sternly, trying to turn his attention back to the table. But nothing came of it, because at that very moment the classroom door was blown up with a loud bang, much from the hinges.

The joker entered the classroom , with such an air of excitement that everyone immediately stopped talking. Even the history teacher knew, who was now in his classroom, for the Joker had not contributed much to the history of Gotham.

"History, you should teach the important things" the joker muttered, pulling his gun to shoot a hole in the blackboard. stood at the spot, where a few seconds before the door had been, to make sure no one would go out.

"Question...who of you knows Nila Wilkers?" the Joker looked at every single student in the class. After his kitten told him yesterday, who had done this to her, it would be a lot of fun , to take these failures along and give them hell on earth. So it was not long before, some of the students gave abject comments.

"Sure, the victim"

"Yes, she has pissed off"

"Keep calm where she is"

"She is missing one anyway"

"Was she ever in the class?"

"She's such a failure!"

A deep roar escaped the joker and he walked up to the boy who had said the last sentence to give him a slap in the face. But the joker did not stop, but also kicked the boy into the gold jewels before throwing him on the ground.

"What gloom you stupid!" The Joker snapped at another boy before pulling his pistol and pushing it down. Some panic cries escaped the other student.

"Anyone else has something to say!", His breathing sounded as threatening as his eyes and he was more than annoyed by these irreverent teenagers. After a few seconds the joker came out with a whistle. Seconds later the nine men entered the classroom with their weapons. Two of them took the teacher of history as their own, the others aimed their weapons at the pupils.

When I heard the whistle of Mr.J, I would have liked to run straight away and only this stupid lead prevented me from doing so.

"Let me go, I want to be my Owner, he has called me!" I hissed at the driver and shook my head, a few of my brown hair straightened again in my face as I wore my hair open.

"We have to wait a few seconds and ..." I was not very interested in what he said. With a quick grip, I had the line from the neckband released and ran in the direction from which the whistle had come.

I just took the number of the room by the way, it was the space where we always had the course of history. Without looking at my surroundings, I entered the room, with my head raised, I went to my master.

"My kitten" Mr.J said, pulling me by my arm, closer to him. I could hear his breathing and this sounded very angry. Oh ... yes that would be a fun, I could finally take revenge on the boys.

"Miau" I escaped quietly and now also some of my former classmates seemed to recognize who I was.

"What does the little bitch want here?"

"Is that stupid Joke or so?"

"Eh Nila, you're sick!"

Now it was my breathing which went faster, angrier. What do these idiots actually think who they are! How dare they doubt me.

"Grrrr!" I growled, walking fast on the boy's table, which gave the last comment, jumped on to the boy's chair.

"You're a bunch of shit, like your talking" I snapped at the boy, then took the next one. I scratched his face and got a blow in the stomach area, which caused me to stagger back and land on the ground. Irritated, I remained sitting for a few seconds and tried to ignore the pain.

"Miss Nila, shall we shoot him?" One of the followers had come to me and helped me

"No, this scum is not worth it!" I gave irritation from myself and my green eyes glittered with hatred.

"Nila, is that you?"

My breathing was still fast, angry and uncontrolled, as the voice of Tessa penetrated my ear. But I did not want to turn around. I had no more room for my old life, I had to be the kitten my master wanted to see. Besides, he had promised to take this scum, which had always annoyed me.

"You're all so stupid, my Owner , and to doubt me is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous, so we have a present for you!" I yelled at them all, pulling out a small clown bomb from my jacket pocket A wide grin on the teacher's desk.

"Who was it kitten, who gave you these scars" Mr.J addressed me and I looked directly at the guys, who sat on their chairs and look relatively unimpressed.

"These idiots!" I said, walking on all the fours to the boys and giving a threatening growl, while the little bomb ticked again and again in the background.

Immediately four of the henchmen, went from my Owner, to the three boys and dragged them with them. On the protests the guys got a few punches.

"Hahahaha, we'll have a lot of fun, you'll give wonderful cat toys!" I exclaimed enthusiastically and began to giggle.

"Let's go, this hour will be explosively fatal" my master said, and I went back elegantly to the direction of the table, where turned my line. With him, I was at least sure that he would not just pull my neck.

"Explosive and deadly, much fun yet" I hissed the others with hatred, ignoring Stella and Tessa sitting somewhere there ... they were exceptions, but my actions were controlled by hatred and rage on my classmates. So I walked away from the classroom beside and back to the van, I still saw how my master indiscriminately destroyed the furniture and cabinets of the school with his weapon.

"This is a hideous car!" When we had gotten into the van and was sitting in front of me in front of me, I noticed a horribly looking car in black ... not really normal.

"Batman ... must have got wind, give it gas," Frost replied only, and the driver pressed the vane's accelerator pedal. With squealing tires, the car drove off and I turned around on the back seat so I could still see how the bomb was taken out of school and thrown into the sky. There she finally activated herself and did no harm.

"Oh, it's a good idea," he said, "I'm not going to be able to do it," he said.

But there was a reason to look forward. Because I could take revenge on the guys who have been so brave about me all year long. They would feel my anger, the clenched rage a woman who would finally return to her old life. I would give my name the splendor and the honor again, as five years ago.

The kitten of the joker was back. Meow.

THE END