Jerry's heart pounded like a wild drum, each beat threatening to tear his chest apart. He stared at a gigantic cat, comparable in size to a sabertooth tiger, lurking in the gloomy shadows of the supermarket. Its eyes shimmered ominously, radiating a destructive wildness. This was more dangerous than any challenge he had faced on the streets of New York.
With no time to react or hesitate, he instinctively switched to his mosquito mode. His transparent wings vibrated in the darkness, like a moth drawn to a flame. He bolted from the supermarket, escaping the hunting grounds of the monstrous feline.
Though his instinct was to use his blood-sucking ability as a mosquito to counter-attack, his clumsy flight deprived him of the opportunity. He flew high, yet his instability in the air made it nearly impossible to control himself. Meanwhile, the cat, with its remarkable agility and power, was akin to a frenzied sabertooth tiger, closely observing his every move.
Even as he struggled to fly higher, the cat's leaping strength took him by surprise. Spring-loaded like a catapult, the cat made a lightning-fast leap, using nearby buildings as stepping stones, aiming directly at his neck. His wings flapped wildly in the air, but he couldn't escape the terrifying swipe. The impact was akin to a tidal wave, knocking him to the ground, making it nearly impossible to breathe.
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He envisioned the imminent pain of being ripped apart. Yet, as the reaper's scythe was about to fall, an unseen force burst forth, slamming violently into the cat. The feline howled in pain as it was launched away, crashing into a distant wall.
With great effort, Jerry managed to lift his head. In his sight was a girl with a resolute face and powerful eyes. From her hand emanated a bright light. Under the strike of this light, the sabertooth tiger-like cat crumbled like paper, collapsing in an instant.
Jerry lay on the ground, each breath a battle against the grim reaper. His body felt as if it had been pounded by a sledgehammer; even a single finger seemed impossible to move. His consciousness began to blur, the light in his sight dimming.
He knew his situation was dire. His superpowers appeared to be useless. He didn't even have the strength to morph into mosquito form. Unable to resist the oppressive feeling of death, he was filled with despair.
Filled with frustration, he wanted to cry out, to scream, but couldn't muster a single word. Tears welled up in his eyes; his throat felt dry and pained.
Just then, a voice echoed in his mind, "Drink cat's blood, and you'll survive." Jerry clenched his fists tightly, his eyes wide. He looked at the girl, knowing this request might repulse her.
But he had no other choice. In a hoarse whisper, he said, "Give me the cat's blood, and I can survive." The girl looked at him, her eyes filled with doubt. But in the end, she dragged over the sabertooth-like cat.
Jerry clutched the cat's neck tightly, his mouth close to its skin. He drew the cat's blood with his proboscis. His eyes filled with pain and determination, he saw a glimmer of hope for life.