Sudden Origins

[Somebody]

  Tezztor looked up at her more regretting that his first social contact in years wanted to leave then anything. Though the look he gave her might of been closer to, "If you leave you will die." The social graces had long since escaped him. "There is no opposition to you staying but you may leave as you please. But you will need to find your way out of my maze." he looked back down to his knife, a long and jagged blade just as adept as cutting a path through a dense jungle as beheading his enemies. Yeah the blade was a bit overkill but one can never argue reach advantage, specifically against a seven foot raptor. Standing up he gestured to the door, "C'mon let me show you out, I'd hate to have you dying before you even get out of my territory." he said coldly as he turned and walked outside not even waiting.

[KittKat chunky~]

(am back... had a quick kitteh shower  )

Cat moved over to the table sniffing the air......

[Goblin Cat 😸]

[ OOC needs to be in the OOC thread. ]

Tropf followed the raptor silently.. He had gone from somewhat open, to cold faster than she could snap her tongue at someone. She wondered if it had been due to her adverse choice to leave. She began to lay her pros and cons to leaving out in her head.. A million things were going on in her mind on top of that. She was already planning out where she was going to go.. She looked around at the maze, a bit in awe that someone could construct such a thing. "How long have you been building?" she asked.

[Armalite_]

Spike slid the can of SPAM over to Cat. He finished off his can of beans, making a face at the taste and forcing it down. "Cat we need to hurry. They'll probably show up anytime now." He tossed the can aside and took a seat against the wall. He looked at his ripped shirt now covered with Cat's blood. He sighed ripped off a strip from it before trying it around his head and discarding the rest. Spike put on his olive drab combat jacket, did up the buttons and rolled up the sleeves.

[KittKat chunky~]

Cat looked down for the first time noticing that spike had ripped of his shirt and all the blood in his matted fur...... gulping down the rest of the spam cat simply ensured his catnip was safely in his poket and walked over to spike

[Armalite_]

"Okay, Cat, Any ideas of where to next? Any means of escape from this island?" Spike crossed his arms.

Post Merge: June 17, 2009, 02:13:08 AMSuddenly, the sound of gunfire broke the silence. The window's turned to dust, the walls exploded. "C'mon Cat. We need to go!!!" Spike ducked down and grabbed Cat's wrist, dragging him out into the hallway. The sound of dogs barking filled the warehouse as the screaming of orders from the police followed close behind. "Cease and desist!" An office called. Spike removed the magnum from his belt and turned to fire as he ran, dragging Cat along with him. The police officer dived into an office as Spike fired twice. Once at the cop, another at a charging dog, killing it and missing the officer. As gunfire riddled the outer walls of the building, Spike made a run for the fire exit. He rammed his shoulder into the door, breaking it open and they were now in the streets but covered from choppers by the buildings above.

Cat lost his footing and fell to the ground. Spike ran back and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, pulling him along. As dogs poured from the fire exit along with the fuzz, Spike fired again, hitting two officers. He and Cat ran out into the busy street where pedestrians screamed and ran from the bullets. Spike ran up to the nearest car. He pointed the gun at the human woman inside. "OUT OF THE CAR!!!" Spike smashed the window with the butt of the gun. She screamed and pulled out a small firearm from the glove box. Spike panicked and pulled the trigger. *CLICK* His jaw dropped. The woman fired her weapon, hitting Spike in the left shoulder. The woman sped away. As Spike lay on the pavement, he watched as the police caught up. He took a final look at Cat. "...Run."

[KittKat chunky~]

PANICK! .... the one word that described cat's thoughts at that moment....... spike pulled and dragged him, gunfire riddling the air, out the door and running to a car the smash of the window the screaming and then one gunshot......... spike crumpled before cat leaving him standing mesmorised..... "run!...." where the last words from spike..... Cat knelt before spike..... "i owe you my stupid life......." grabbed spike by the scruff of the neck, ignoring the protests from spike, cat dragged him slowly across the pavement...... bullets ricocheted from building, car and pavement...... clipping his ear with one cat dragged spike to the nearest alley and down behind a dumpster...... out of breath cat slumped aganst the wall, and ran, down the alley to the very end and leapt for a large box.... "the best i could do for him.... the best i could do... the best i could do......"

[Armalite_]

Spike lay behind the dumpster, gripping his wounds as blood spewed from the bullet hole. As police neared with the sirens and dogs he struggled to his feet and watched as Cat disappeared down the alley. He looked back as police entered the alley pointing their guns at him. "Drop the weapon!" The screamed. Spike looked down at his right hand that gripped the .357 Magnum. He looked back at the officer and loosened his fingers, the magnum fell to the floor. As police advanced, Spike got down on his knees. A police officer slowly approached to cuff him. Spike stared into the eyes of the officer who had clearly never seen a fur this close up before and winked with a smile, showing his sharp bloody teeth. The officer froze and the K-9 units were getting agitated. "Hands over your head!" He ordered. Spike raised his right hand above his head. The police officer saw that Spike was wounded in his left shoulder. "Stand up." The officer said. Spike did as he was told and the officer came behind to cuff him. As soon as the cuffs were on, Spike was lead from the alley, people shouted, cheered, and clapped as he was thrown into the back of a police transport. The heavy door was closed behind him. "Cat, I really hope you got away." He thought to himself.

[KittKat chunky~]

He had to follow and save spike... wait, that was stupid, spike had sacrificed himself to save cat...... cat huddled deeper into the box his ears over his eyes..... the one person he thought he could depend on had gone..... licking his cut ear cat curled up in the box......

[Armalite_]

(I g2g write an exam pretty soon be back later)

Spike sat in the transport as the one guard in the truck with him was shaking with fear as he applied disinfectant and bandages to Spike's wound. Spike sighed. "This your first time seeing a fur too?" The guard didn't reply. Any other guard who had see a fur before probably would have knocked Spike out by now with their gun let alone treat his wound. Spike smiled and laughed. He sat twiddling his thumbs in his lap. The guard sat back down on the bench opposite to him. Spike sat back and enjoyed the ride.

[KittKat chunky~]

cat woke, his mind thumping and his mouth parched....... poking his nose out first he cautiously crawled out of the box........ keeping to the edges of the alley cat scurried over to where spike had been..... nothing but a patch of blood..... giving a deep sigh cat poked his nose round the edge of the alley... no movement..... he dashed across the road to the other side, a quick drink at a water fountain and with water cascading down his blood matted fur cat whisked off down another alley........

pain racked his abdomen and tail sending cat sprawling to his knees...... pulling himself back to his feet and cat was off at a low four legged sprint, anywhere away from where IT had happened........

[Armalite_]

The guards body fell to the ground. Spike immediately began to strip the body of keys and weapons. He looked up at his reflection of the shiny metal wall. Blood was smeared all over his face as it dripped from his jaws. He wiped his mouth his his arm doing little good. He found the key to the hand cuffs and the back door of the truck. He removed the 9mm Beretta and extra clips and tucked it into his pants. He walked over to the doors and unlocked them. They both swung open and the highway was speeding by. He jumped and rolled on impact with the cement fortunately there were no other cars to witness his escape. He stayed near the guardrail gripping his wounded shoulder as he ripped the stitches during the landing. He  took off his camo jacket now soaked in the guard's bodily fluids and threw it into the woods. He stood in the pouring rain and opened his mouth to the skies. As his fur slowly began to wash of blood, he hopped over the guard rail and into the woods where he began his run. Even though he was out of Manhattan, he needed to rescue Cat.

[KittKat chunky~]

cat stopped panting to get his breath back........ climbing up a fire exit he crawled through into the supermarket beyond...... the click of his claws on the polished lino seemed incredibly loud... retracting his claws cat quietly made his way down the aisles in the near darkness.......

[Armalite_]

Now wearing nothing more than his woodland camo pants, his combat boots and his dog tags, Spike trotted through the woods and finally reached a clearing. It was a farm, completed with a large red barn. He panted, "good enough for me." He began to walk through the corn field, his fur still matted with mud and dried blood. He was soaked and until recently had it stopped raining. He passed the cattle and pens of pigs and figured it was a bad idea to "borrow one" despite his hunger. Spike had lost track of time as night was already setting in. He reached the barn and opened a crack in one of the doors before poking his head inside. Spike opened it the rest of the way and stepped inside. As silently as he could, he found one of the open stalls filled with hay. He collapsed, and everything went black.

Post Merge: June 18, 2009, 04:48:27 AMSpike opened his eyes to the beaming sunlight shining though the crack in the wood. He sat up and looked around before he inspected his wound which wasn't looking too bad as the blood was clotted. There was a creak in the barn door entrance. He immediately got to his feet and pressed himself up to the stall boards. There were footsteps. Spike swallowed and slowly gripped the gun at his waist.

"Come on, Billy!" A young voice called belonging to a little girl not older than 6 or 7. Spike stood frozen in his position. The way he looked, there was no getting out of this one smoothly. Another pair of footsteps joined with hers as they ran into the barn. "Wait up, Lucy!" The voice of an older young boy, maybe 11 or 12,  called out in response. They both laughed and played in the hay stacks at the front doors. Spike loosened his grip on the gun and listened as they played. He remained in the shadows, watching their every movement. After a little while, he knew no one else would be joining them. He continued to listen and watch.

"Hey what's that!" The boy called out. Spike's heart skipped a beat. He looked down. The tip of his orange and white tail was sticking out of the stall and in the light. He grimaced. "Great...exposed." he thought to himself. Spike could hear the boy approaching slowly. He began to think about how he would go about doing this. Like the sadistic wild animal that he was? Calm and professional? Scared? Kids liked discovering weird things, right? He knew. He backed up into a corner and heard the kids gasp as they witness the tail move. Just as anticipated, the boy continued forward too engrossed by curiosity. Spike continued to hide in the darkest corner of the stall when the boy appeared near the gate. Spike whimpered and whined from the shadows. "Yes, give them the power of control. Do not scare them." Spike thought to himself. "It's okay...We won't hurt you." Billy said as he stepped forward. Spike backed up even more and continued to whine. "C'mon out, boy." Billy pressed on. Lucy ran up behind him. "Maybe he's hungry." She suggested. She reached into her pocket, removed a large chocolate chip cookie, and held it out to Spike. Like a dog, Spike sniffed it first. He slowly came forward, crouched. His muzzle came out the shadows and gently grabbed the cookie in his large jaws. The children watched on in awe. Spike decided it was time for him to show himself, and he slowly came out of hiding inch by inch. They looked at his blood matted fur which covered his face and chest. He stared at them in a non threatening position. Spike opened his mouth. The kids stared on. "...You kids got any more cookies?" He asked with a smile. They gasped. "COOL!!!"

[KittKat chunky~]

picking up a bag from the aisle he looked down the clothes aisle... no matter how much he rather dispised clothes he needed to blend in...... taking a dark scarf and tying it round his muzzle..... puting on full length jeans and, once he had retracted his claws, slid on a pair of trainers.... slipping on a grey hoodie he pulled the hood up over his ears......craming the bag with food and water cat slid out the supermarket and set off at a slow pace down the street.....


seeing a cafe down the street cat caved in to the idea, of just once in his life, being able to just sit at a cafe and have a cup of coffee without people staring....... walking to the chairs and tables outside on the pavement cat sat down away from the other ocupants.... as the waiter walked over to his table cat kept his head down.... "and what would you like sir?" ...... trying to keep the feline growl out of his voice cat replied... cup o coffee please...... "yes sir" walking back into the cafe cat tried to position himself so he wasnt sitting on his sore tail....... walking back out the waiter brought a cup of tea and milk.......

thanks...... cat picked up the newspaper on the table and held it so it covered his face.... pulling down the scarf over his muzzle he  breathed in the scent of the coffee.... taking a sipp he almost choked.... spluttering cat poured the coffee surreptitiously down the nearby drain.... instead he downed the creamy milk licking his chops he pulled the scarf over his muzzle and, making sure his tail was still down his trouser leg, dropped the few coins he had in his pocket on the table and set off down the road...... "don't know what all the fuss was about with this coffee, i'd take catnip any day"....