Chapter Four 14:40 Apr 03 2010
Times Read: 566
2 Weeks Ago
“Matthew!!!”
Oh my God her voice, ahhh!
“Matt—oh there you are!” She scolds as I climb inside from the big oak outside my bedroom window, “I was looking everywhere for you!
“You know your aunt is coming to stay, I have been frantic, and climbing in and out of your window in the middle of the afternoon doesn’t help!”
“Ahh! Mu-u-u-u-um! Cool it will you? I was gone for an hour, if that. No, I didn’t wear the collar, but yes, I will remember to call you Lucy instead of Mum in front of ‘Aunty Rhonda’.” I raise a sarcastic eyebrow as I ‘reassure’ her.
She’s not really my aunt, she’s Mum’s best friend who insists on being called Aunty. I’m not supposed to call Lucy ‘Mum’ when we’re out of the house either; I still find it weird though. Jeez and she goes ON about it too, like after 12 years I’m suddenly going to forget not to call her Mum. As if that’s not enough, she insists on me wearing this stupid collar when she’s not around, ok, I admit, the whole kitty-cat thing IS pretty cool but I CAN do it without the collar…
She sighs and smacks the back of my head as I duck past her to get to the kitchen.
“No more outings mister! And don’t touch the icing on that cake either!” She calls down the stairs just as my finger hovers over the home-made, thickly iced sponge.
Ugh, no fun Mum.
I call back in an angelic sing-song voice, “Yes Lucy.”
She comes down the stairs just in time to see me scoot out the back door, “Oh, you little shit—” I grin and laugh gleefully to myself as I hear her curses following me through the streets.
Ha-ha she must’ve seen the hole in the icing…
I lick my fingers clean of the sugary evidence before ducking into an alcove to ‘change’.
As I emerge in my furry form, a shadowy-looking guy looks down at me, slightly puzzled. Shaking his head and mumbling about demons and children, he wanders off.
Hmm close one…
Chapter Three
14:39 Apr 03 2010
Times Read: 567
Crowded dirty streets, filled with yelling parents and screaming kids, all clamouring for attention. I push past a large, sweaty man with a beer-gut and foul look permanently etched on his face.
Gross, aww he touched me, ugh.
My nose is a lot more sensitive than anyone else’s, and this guy smells bad.
Holding my breath, I shove through the crowd, dodging and weaving past countless stalls and shouting vendors.
Hmm, maybe my kitty form would’ve been a better idea. Ahh, well, here goes.
I dive into a dark, dusty-looking tavern, eager to get away from the hoards of people outside. And well, I just need a drink.
Inside, I let my eyes adjust to the dim interior lighting, which takes all of five seconds. I look around and spot an empty stool next to the bar.
Well, it’s certainly…primitive…
Nothing at all like the nightclub I’ve just come from, I brush a little dirt from the stool and slide into place.
“Alright wotcha want?”
I take in the grubby barman’s appearance as he slouches across the bar top leering at me and rubbing what looks like a greasy rag over an even filthier beer mug.
Wincing slightly at the man’s foul breath, I ask for what might be the safest option.
“Uh, just a bottle of something’ll do me thanks,” I toss a couple of silver crowns onto the bar and await my drink.
Ugh, that guy could do with a mint or something.
A few bloodshot eyes glance in my direction and hastily return to the table in front of them. The streetlights outside, trying (and failing) to nose their way in through the dusty windows, glow with a pallid sheen onto a cloaked figure, alone at the opposite end of the bar.
Hmm, he seems like the dealer type…
Inconspicuously as possible, I size up the man, but my intent look goes a little less than unnoticed. The stranger spots me staring and, in a whirl of black and grey, disappears into the street.
I drop my bottle and race out after him, but to my surprise the street is empty. The crowds of people have vanished, along with the stallholders and my cloaked friend. I turn around and bump right into a guard from the nightclub.
“Hey mate, watch where you’re goin’ will ya?” He brushes me off and continues up the lane, calling out over his shoulder. “Best get home before curfew or there’ll be hell to pay!”
“Wait!” I yell out to him as he vanishes into the dark, “what curfew?!”
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