LUCEM
Xlvi Chapter

The rats are training in the backyard.

Superman looked around the courtyard, then peeked at the room carefully and then gestured to some warrior rats resting on the branch of a tree to pull the rope up. "Don't you think it's a good time to go!?" superman said as soon as he sat himself down.

"Why do you make a face like that?" superman said to a colleague who was staring at him with a frown.

"Well, I'm the type that makes, you know, weird faces," replied the fellow mouse in despair.

Oh... well, you know the kind of cat that always grins? She might have heard what you said just now?" Reply to the mouse companion who sits the farthest away.

"Sometimes I just explode and say things spontaneously, just like that, look, I do it again. This is suffering. I might need counseling oh don't do it this isn't the time to do that ups, here it is again.." Superman made up excuses for his words.

Some fellow mice just stare at Superman cynically, others think the rat may be bored.

Aware of not getting a welcome, Superman jumped down from the tree. Waving casually as if never saying anything, Superman left his comrades who still looked at home lingering up there.

Superman pulled the hat from his backpack.

He held a small stick and started dancing. That's a good routine. Anyone has to admit it.

A pair of Marbella's cat eyes were watching her. He had been staring at that Superman rat for too long. Until he felt now was the right time to dance with the super mouse.

Superman turned and opened his mouth in shock and horror as Marbella in the form of a cat entered his routine. The cat saw Superman's hand grab the little dagger he had in the slip of his shoe. He threw it, very accurate. But Marbella is a good knife thrower.

"Aha..., you got a good reason to throw your dagger at me huh?" Say Marbella with her signature grin.

Superman was nervous. "Ti—no, i... You. I mean because Miss Marbella showed up all of a sudden it really surprised me."

"Yes!? Then forgive me," said Marbella getting closer.

Superman moved backwards, keeping his tail away from the cat's claws.

Marbella throws the pot on the table at Superman. " Oops, sorry... My hand was unintentional."

"I— yes... It's okay, Miss," said Superman. Successfully avoiding the pot, his knees were getting vibrating.

"Ah yes.... Rats are used to throwing things, right?— Marbella threw a tablespoon at Superman's feet. I remember seeing Jiso several times giving you running exercises also involved a pot or fork and sometimes a knife."

Marbella keeps moving following Superman, she enters the back room whose door is wide open. Marbella throws a plate at Superman. The trained rat jumped on the chair and then jumped on the floor and then he dodged behind the dresser and disappeared there.

Silent. Marbella was waiting for a move. Suddenly a loud and sharp voice from a large object that fell.

"Well!" Marbella.

Moonflower and Maria stared at the closet.

”Tikus!? Oh... That's our rat" Mary exclaimed.

"No, it must be a rat, I mean a wild one, yes, a wild mouse" Marbella said. " Our rats never attacked me with daggers."

"He must have called himself Superman because he saw the name on an old movie poster and thought it sounded stylish" Marbella said.

Maria wondered if she dared to look behind the closet. And finally he peeked, a little. "He's a bad rat."

"Is she wearing your makeup?" Ask Marbella.

"Excuse me, are you angry, Marbella?" Moonflower asked.

Marbella again just grinned.

"Get him for me, I have other business" said Marbella.

Returning to human form, Marbella steps away from Moonflower, Maria and a mouse for them to handle.

"Hello?" small voice words. It came from behind the closet.

"He shouldn't be alive, right!? It's a big trap! He's got teeth!" Maria said a high voice.

"Is someone there? Can it help me? I am alive, only the staff is bent." said the voice.

The cupboard was so big, the wood was so old that time had turned it black and it became solid and heavy like a rock.

"That's not a talking rat, is it?" Ask Mary to herself.

"Please tell me mice other than rats we shouldn't be able to talk!"

"I didn't expect it, you're still not used to mice talking, uh," Moonflower shook her head.

"No... You should see him, Moon. This rat is not the cute little mouse we imagine" said Maria.

Moonflower narrowed her eyes to the space behind the dresser. "I can see it" he said. "The wand was stuck in his jaw when the closet fell on him, I think so."

"Wotcha, Superman, how are you?" Sapa Jiso's. It is like a habit to suddenly appear.

"Well, sir," replied Superman with a voice coming out of the strained veins at the base of his neck, in the darkness. "If it wasn't for this huge closet trap, I would say everything was perfect. Can you help me, Sir. Did I mention that there's a crooked stick stuck under my chin, sir?"

"Yes, you said." Reply Jiso.

Superman's voice sounded. "It's making a squeak, sir."

Jiso grabbed one end of the closet and grumbled as he tried to move it but the old closet did not move. "It's like a rock!" she said.

"It's full of glassware," said Maria, now quite confused.

"Surge!" Marbella Voice.

Mars grabbed the back edge of the closet with both hands, and held one foot against the wall, and lifted it. Slowly, like a mighty forest tree, the cupboard moved forward. The glassware began to fall when it was upside down, the plate detached from the other plate like one chaotic deal. Even so, some of those glassware survived falling to the floor, as well as a few cups and dishes as the cupboard opened, giving it a bit of fun, but it made no difference because then the big, heavy wood rumbled.

One plate miraculously rolled past Mars' head, circling between his legs and getting lower on the floor with groiyuoiyoooinnnggg and Moonflower holding back his body movements in a miserable state. Capture without success.

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"Akh.. makes me dizzy, stupid mouse," grumbled owanna. His hand held his head.

Another onanna hit the head of an owanna in pain. "Stupid, hurry back.. You'll be fucked!"

Owanna showed her pointed teeth with a look of anger on her face. Back into a black silhouette then darted away down the mossy walls along the tunnel towards the dimensional space.