Rick woke up and found that he was inside the hunter base in a holding cell.
And the Sword was gone.
"Heh, finally awake, aren't you, ya little freakazoid?"
The feline froze as he recognized yet another voice from his past. He looked up and saw that he had been right.
"You," Rick said, narrowing his eyes.
The sabertooth chuckled evilly. "And how the hell would you know me?" he said. "Frames Janco ain't met you before, kid."
Frames lit a match and watched it burn before snuffing it out in a glass of water. "Can't be killed, huh? What weird crotch did you come out of, kid?"
Rick grasped inside his robes, hoping to find something he could use to get himself out of here. He knew that he still had the dagger that his sister had given him for his birthday a week before he died, but it couldn't saw through prison bars. He was almost out of hope...
And then his hand found the bag of capture beetles.
Rick grinned inwardly. He knew exactly how he could get out of here.
(Gonna kill another killer...)
(And I already know that Slit killed me, Wolf.)
(As you can tell, I'm really ticked off right now.)