Bltff project. Sequence one:

"The cat in black and white"

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A/N: Yeah, here we go. I'm on for maybe around three years and this is the first time I'm posting anything.

Also big thanks to Aninat131, who showed interest in my writing and who is helping me with correcting lots of things according the grammar and the logic of the plot.

Really big thanks pal!

I do not own Bolt.

Remember it, cuz I won't repeat it in every chapter.

And in case you missed it in the description, this story will contain blood. So if you don't like it, go away.

Now, let's start with the chapter already.

The cat in black and white, chapter one:

For your own good

Mittens was injured. Thanks to her incredible luck, she had managed to fall into a pile of rusty metal while exploring the old barn near her new home. A long, slowly bleeding scratch had formed on her left side, stretching from her waist all the way up to her chest.

But that wasn't what troubled her right now.

The moment Penny had seen her, cut and blood and all, she had decided to bring her to the vet, for obvious reasons. And that was, according to Mittens, a terrible idea. Against Penny's wishes, she had escaped before Penny could even come close to her. Right now she was trying to find a good enough place to hide until Penny would give up searching for her.

Normally, she would have run away from the house. But the wound hurt with every move she made and it was slowing her down. Hiding was still the best solution that involved the least pain possible.

Hopefully.

She climbed up the stairs tentatively, doing her best to ignore the pain in her side. She could only think of one good hiding place right now, and that was under Penny's bed. She hid there every time she wanted to be alone and nobody had ever found her there before. She slowly reached the top of the staircase. Making sure nobody was around, she sneaked into Penny's room and slipped under her bed.

She sighed in relief; now she was safe.

"Looking for somebody?"

Shocked, Mittens spun around to see Bolt crouching right behind her.

"Mittens, what's wrong with your side?" he asked worriedly. Even in the shadow of the bed he could see the cut on Mittens' side. He was genuinely concerned. "Does Penny know about it? I think you should go to the vet and get it checked out..."

Mittens began backing away, glaring at Bolt. The wound sent sharp pains through her side every time she moved her left hind leg. She still tried to ignore it.

Bolt slowly moved forward, closing the distance between them once again.

"I'm fine Bolt, I don't need to go anywhere." replied Mittens, trying to sound strong. But the pain found its way into her voice.

"You definitely don't sound 'fine'." Bolt objected, as he continued moving forward, making Mittens retreat further back.

And at the moment she emerged from under the bed, two human arms grabbed her and lifted her into air.

"Gotcha!" exclaimed Penny.

Mittens yelled both in surprise and pain. Realizing she was being carried, she started flailing and kicking in Penny's arms in panic. A flailing paw struck Penny right on her nose, making her hands automatically shoot up to her face, allowing Mittens to drop to the ground and flee.

The whole family was searching through the whole house now. They tried to look in other likely spots that she might have been in, but to no avail. In the end, it was the fat hamster that did it.

"Bolt! I've found our fugitive!" called Rhino from the garden.

Bolt, following Rhino's voice, soon stood by his side. He pointed up at the roof. Mittens was sitting on it, holding a paw to her side. Her expression didn't look pleased at all.

"How did she get up there?" asked Bolt, wondering how the clawless, injured cat managed to climb up all the way to the top of the house by herself.

"I have no idea, Bolt." said Rhino, "But her injury seems to be more serious than earlier. She needs immediate medical attention."

Back on the roof, Mittens began to realize that something was not right. The burning pain was getting more intense and was beginning to spread into her chest. She clutched her injured side with her right paw, as if it could cease the pain. She winced.

Why won't you stop hurting? She thought to herself.

Suddenly she heard Bolt yelling from below: "Mittens get down from there, it's for your own good!"

She shook her head. No, even though it hurt, she was not going down.

"No Bolt, I rather bleed to death than go to that place again!" she screamed.

Not a second later a tip of a wooden ladder hit the edge of the roof. Somebody was trying to get to her.

Said cat looked around. There was nowhere to run, unless she wanted to commit suicide. She could hear Penny climbing the ladder. She must have been at least halfway up. Mittens was starting to panic.

"Come on, Mittens, we've been through this already. They're going to help you!" called Bolt once again.

Mittens, desperate now, screamed: "No! They're not!" and as fast as her wound allowed her, she ran straight into the ladder.

To both Penny and Mittens' surprise, the force of impact was enough for the ladder to tip over and to start falling towards the ground, taking both of them with it.

Penny didn't hesitate, jumped off the ladder and rolled away, before it could fall on her. Years of on-set training had paid off, it seemed.

Mittens, on the other side, wasn't so lucky. The old wooden ladder slammed into the ground with her at full force. The impact also broke the ladder into several pieces, sending a shower of splinters at the poor cat.

Bolt, seeing the ladder fall, quickly ran towards it. He could see Penny standing up, apparently fine. But Mittens' body was lying on the ground, unmoving.

"Mittens? Mittens! Do you hear me!?" he called out frantically. Now it was his turn to freak out; his heart skipped few beats as he approached Mittens.

He came to stop right next to her. Her whole left side was stained a bright red. The wound had now been torn wide open, and blood was now starting to flow out freely. Bolt's stomach made a backflip at the sight. He had never seen anyone so seriously injured in his life. If not for his immense worry for Mittens, he probably would have fainted right there and then.

Surprisingly, she was awake.

"Urrgh, Bolt. I said I'm f- Argh - fine." groaned Mittens, trying to stand up, unsuccessfully.

Bolt wanted to respond, but Penny already grabbed Mittens and ran around the house with her, calling: "Mom, start the car!"

Mittens was, despite the blood loss, still conscious enough, to begin to panic again. She pushed her paws against Penny's chest in attempt to free herself, screaming: "Wait! No, no, no, no, no! Lemmego! Lemmego!"

"Calm down, girl. You're only hurting yourself more!" said Penny, tightening her grip on Mittens, trying her best not to not push on the wound. Mittens' blood had started dripping down her arm and onto her shirt.

They were nearing the car now. The blue van had been already started and was ready to go.

Mittens was still struggling, but her strength was leaving her quickly. Her field of view began to narrow. She started to realize, she was going to lose. That she would have to see the man who so much reminded her of the one, the one who took her claws away.

Suddenly she caught a glimpse of Bolt. In a last desperate move, she outstretched her arm in his direction and cried: "Bolt! Please... help!"

Then there was only black.

Penny sat nervously on a plastic chair in the vet's office, slowly stroking Mittens' still unconscious head. The cat was lying on her lap, breathing slowly, but thankfully stably. Most of Mittens' body was completely wrapped in bandages.

Next to Penny was another chair, where her mom was sitting. She smiled at her daughter reassuringly. In front of them stood a big desk, and the vet himself was sitting behind it, reading some official-looking documents.

"So, the wound has been disinfected, sewed and bandaged up." The vet put the papers away, revealing his long, and rather bored face. "Mittens should wake up soon, make sure she doesn't run around much, because the last thing you want is to let her tear the stitches and reopen the wound. I suggest you not let her out of the house."

Both Penny and her mom nodded.

"Okay. And how long will she have to wear the bandages?" asked Penny.

The doctor didn't have time to reply, because the cell phone on his table began ringing.

He lifted a hand, sending a 'one moment, please' gesture towards Penny and answered the phone.

"Dr. Kristen Walsh," he introduced himself, "The veterinary office of...Yes?... Ah, that's nice to hear. And how about the others? Yeah…That's good, that's good. So we got all three then."

As he continued talking, he stood up from the desk and began slowly walking towards his office's door. Penny watched him, while still keeping a firm hand on Mittens.

"Yes, I've found one as well. ... You definitely gonna like her. She matches the 'third priority'. ... So when will it happen? ... Excellent! I'll bring her there then. ... Goodbye!"

He hung up the phone almost at the same time he reached the door. He seemed to be in much better mood after the call. Opening the door, he turned back to Penny and her mother.

"Here we go. Don't get me wrong, but I have some important work to do, and I need you to leave now. Oh, and as for the bandages, I don't know. Maybe you should come back next week, so I will see how the injury is healing." he instructed.

He gestured outside once more, as Penny—carrying the still unconscious Mittens—along with her mother, walked out, exchanging odd glances with each other.

"See you again soon. I hope Mittens will feel much better by then." he chuckled and slammed the door.

"Now, that was weird," Penny whispered. "I don't really like this new vet."

"But he helped Mittens, didn't he?" said her mom.

"Yeah, but... I think something's just not right about him." Penny muttered as they left.

Back in the office, Dr. Walsh sat back behind his desk and picked up one of the documents he had been reading earlier.

On the paper there were printed photos of three different, yet similar cats. Each of them had a name of the cat's owner and address written next to it.

One of the cats was Mittens.

This is the end of Chapter 1.

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