I usually do this kind of work in isolation. I simply can't stand anyone looking over my shoulder while I am at it. Today, it was a bit different. She was there by the door. Waiting patiently for me to finish. I got a bit irritated at first. Or was did I get distracted? I am not sure. My victim was bleeding profusely. I had planned a swift death. Then I saw her. I slashed a bit below the mark. The arterial spray was a bit too much. It was getting messy. So I quickly finished the job with a swift cut. She wanted me to have my dinner before it became cold. It had already been to the microwave twice. I grudgingly got up. One can't piss off a wife even while finishing off the main character in my story. As I sat there prodding my meal, it struck me, I could've used the gun.
Last night they discovered a human in the sewers, screamed the headline on Daily Vermin Times. Ed Rat paused to scan the headline and sipped his morning tea. He was in charge of the highly successful Human Extermination Programme. He came from the highly acclaimed family of rats that had unleashed Plague on the frail human race centuries ago. At that time rats used to be in the sewers and the humans used to be outside. Maybe they too had a Vermin Extermination Program. How ironic, thought Ed. We were destined to rule the world. We withstood their poison and laboratory tests. In fact, the tests made us stronger and resistant to the diseases. Now look at them hiding in sewers away from us, fearing us. The telephone rang. Ed woke with a start from his reverie. There must be something wrong, he thought. My room has shrunk, there are metal bars everywhere. It looks like a cell. I can see my cousins in another cell. They are all playing with something. What's this lump on my hand? What&#
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