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'Crack!" was the sound of his head hitting the metal floor. Usually, the Erasers were much more precise when distributing us to our assigned cages. But today, they made a mistake. The whitecoats were on edge, because six children had escaped with Jeb Batchedler. I huddled back further into the now cramped cage. They had thrown this boy, a possible threat, into my cage.
I had seen him before, silently looking around us, sometimes making eye contact with me. We had never spoken, until today that is. He began to stir a little. Suddenly his eyes flickered hesitantly flickered open, black, filled with depth that I knew I had as well. It was the knowledge that our small world was a terrible place, yet there was more outside. We didn't know what it was called, only that it was beyond this monstrous place.
A look of realization set in and he quickly sat up, making me squeak in terror. I curled into a ball, my tail wrapping around myself in dread. This boy was probably about to go wild, screeching and hitting me. I quaked, and waited for the heavy thuds to come.
Instead, the much larger boy grasped my chin and tilted it upwards. He attentively wiped away my terror- stricken tears. He said' It's alright, little kitty. I won't hurt you. You and I know too much of this world's pain to enact it on others.' I gasped aloud. He could talk! When the whitecoats talked it was to either yell, or give instructions to the Erasers.
He laughed a sound I was unfamiliar with. He said' what cat got your tongue? I'm guessing that you can't talk like most of us' I nodded, more than a bit baffled by this guy. 'Well, I'll do the talking for the both of us.' Our mouths both curled upwards in harmony.
'Well, I'll have to give you a name, just for right know, until you can choose for your own. I think I'll call you Kitty. Think of it as a nickname' I looked at him, examining his physical features. He looked to be about my age, about 10. He had long, tangled black hair, the same color of his eyes. His skin tone was darker than mine but not brown. It looked olive. He was quite tall.
He had startlingly crimson specks along his scalp. He saw me looking at it, and he gently rubbed it. He winced, and withdrew it quickly. His hand came back red, a color I was too familiar with. The blood must have been when the Erasers had tossed him in my cage. Why had they done that anyway?
He smiled weakly and said' I guess that's what happens when you cuss out a whitecoat. Looks like I won't be doing that again'. I decided to repay this boy. He had done something that no one else had. I felt a warm tingling in my heart, like a mother cat licking her newly born kitten so that it could breath. I decide to call it caring. I cared about this boy. I liked the name of this emotion.
I licked my hands and quickly rubbed them on his scalp, where the wound was. He looked at me as if I had gone mad. 'Kitty, why are you rubbing your spit on my head?" The answer came after a few minutes of awkward tension.
He touched his scalp to find no wound there. He gasped in astonishment, and asked' Did you do that?' He looked at me in awe. That's my secret. My saliva has properties that speed up healing by 1200%.
He was speechless for about a minute, so I thought he might be in shock. I looked at him, and he looked right back. He quickly entrapped his arms around me. I yelped frightened by this sudden movement. It wasn't menacing. He was simply holding me in his arms. I decided to do it to him a well. My willowy arms wrapped around him, and I decided to call this a hug. This wasn't too bad. I actually kind of enjoyed it, and I purred aloud in happiness.
He stroked my back tenderly. I copied his movements and something soft brushed against my fingertips. He stiffened and the soft things moved. He had 10 foot long black wings. He wrapped them around me, making it very warm. My head rested on his chest and it was very comfortable. Hi lifted me onto his lap. My eyes shut, drifting into the world of sleep.
Before I was out, I realized this was all new. No one had ever cared about me as this boy had. Maybe, I had made a friend.
