Rodents often showed up where they were least wanted. Ian's mischief of black Rattata moreso than most. They drummed a steady rhythm against the dining room window. Who cared if glass was fragile and they were many. To escape the rain they'd chew through iron if needed.

Tap Tap - Crash

Unable to withstand the beat of a dozen tiny paws the glass shattered. In a hurry, the waterlogged rats scampered inside. They dashed along the countertops, slipping behind the fridge and into cupboards. Two made their way out of the kitchen and toward the spiraling staircase.

They froze at the first step. Their beady eyes starring up at the woman descending. She seemed... familiar.

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The Rattatas hissed and dashed between the Emboar's legs back onto the countertop. Annoying swine. Death of a thousand bites would be too good for it. Teeth chittering, they glared fiercely at the pig. Too bad they were twelve and not a thousand.

One of the rats pulled it's eyes away from Surtur to look at Summer. Their head tilted at her question. He? Did she mean -

Lightning flashed and again the Rattata scattered. All but one fleed to other rooms of the luxury home. That single rat stood before the shattered window kitchen with a figure looming behind it.

CRACK

Another bolt of light struck illuminating the familiar, haunting form of Killian Decker. When the next strike came he was gone - and so was the Rattata.

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