Did The Mouse From Sing Die Novels & Stories

The man sprawled on the ground and tried to shield himself, but the punches kept coming. Then it stopped. Anthonio's hand hung in the air. Someone's hand was holding it tightly and Anthonio's head snapped up and he saw Mouse. “He will die,” Mouse said still holding his hand. “Then let him die. He deserves to die.” Anthonio snarled and tried to yank his hand away but Mouse tightened his grip. “No I won't let you do something reckless.” Mouse persuaded then added. “Neils won't be happy to hear that you killed someone because of her.”

“What the…” The crowd reacted in shock and confusion. Although test subjects sometimes died, it was highly unusual that none would survive. Besides, they had been fine for the past few days, so everyone wondered how the mice could have died so suddenly. “I’m sure you all know these mice had been drinking the herbal medicine I made, so I have to take responsibility for their deaths,” Lily said. Dashiell nearly burst out laughing. “So you admit there’s a problem with your so-called medicine, right?”

One minute Royce is standing next to Mouse with a gun to his head. The next he is pulling the trigger. A bang echoes through the walls and splatters of Mouse’s brain spray all over the floor.

"She sent another message while we were watching the video." The new text was brief but chilling: *Tick tock, little mouse. Every minute you waste is another minute Sarah suffers. Choose wisely.* Mickey pulled me into his arms, feeling my tremors through our bond. "We're going to find her," he promised. "And then we're going to end this once and for all." "What if we don't find her in time? What if—" "Then Sophia Blackstone will learn that threatening innocents to hurt my mate is the last mistake she'll ever make," Mickey said, his voice carrying the absolute finality of an ultimate Alpha's judgment.

Graciella sobbed, her face already bruised beyond recognition. But Erella didn’t stop—until a small squeaky voice called out from behind her. “My dear Erella, that’s enough! You’ll kill them if you keep going!” cried Suzy, the tiny mouse, scrambling onto the fence. “Go on, Erella! Don’t listen to her! They deserve every hit!” Tubby shouted with his paws clenched. “I agree with Tubby!” Eddy chimed in, his whiskers twitching furiously. “Quiet, you two!” Suzy scolded, smacking them both on the head. “Ouch!” they yelped in unison.

It was completely lost now, while the little mouse was still unconscious on its back. “Brother, it seems we’ll end here. But I don’t regret it.” The little bird said weakly. His body was slowing down and continuing to descend, and his strength was already very weak. The view ahead was also beginning to fade. “Brother, maybe we’ll die here. But we’re very happy to be your brothers. I only hope to meet you again and fight together. Ahhh! What a terrible place to die, but it doesn’t matter. A good fight, doesn’t it, my brother?” As the little bird’s words ended, he fell into the sea with the little mouse. As he and the little mouse were about to reach the sea, a voice echoed in the little bird’

Soon I saw the dark filmy fingers of his energy creep into that corner and sap even the light from the mouse. Leaving him shriveled. The tiny animal exhaled a last wispy breath which frosted in the cold air as he died. When had it gotten so cold? Is that what I’ll be like when Mathis is done with me?

I turn to look at him and he immediately grabs my arm and pulls me out of the backseat. I've been back a lot of times since Mousey died, but walking in is always hard. This is where she died, on the doorway. Her body bleed to death on the doorstep. I refused to let them wash it off, so now there's a dark stain on the beige flooring.

"To warn the little one, I used her mother's blood. I took a gun and- bang! Splash, the red blood spluttered on the wall and the floor!" A maniacal laughter erupted after. "Yes, yes! The mother was dead! Do you know who killed her?" He looked at her once again, enjoying the fact that her insides were churning up from his words. Ah, bliss! Showing a smile that was not quite a smile, he said. "Yes, it was the little mouse. It was the little mouse who killed its mother." Althea struggled, she struggled, trying to untie the rope on her body.

Her solution to every fucking problem was killing. Kill this. Kill that. Kill the man you love- A sharp chirp sprung up from my cupped palms. The sound of something in pain. But when I looked down, the mouse had stopped moving. Gave a last, lingering twitch before his final breath escaped. My mother stilled in front of me. Her eyes gleamed as she took in the small, still form. "He was supposed to last another minute or so." She breathed and her gaze flicked up at me again.