Oooooookay. Here goes, my happy-crappy-TMM story. Yes, I am using the same group title as my story on quizilla, but I like Colorado, so there. English names, yayyyy! Please be nice and comment; as I am writing this on the spot, oh yes I am. No flames please; my assistant doesn't eat them. Complaints are only accepted on paper or something relatively digestible, may I recommend an orange peel? She likes those. - Thanks and I appreciate suggestions and messages. If you want to send something my way here's the place to send it to: nyaa. Any complaints, like I mentioned, are sent Cocoa's way. I love assistants like that...sigh Onward!
"Reports of alien contact have popped up all along the mountain range and continue to spread, unceasing and numerous. Two more citizens were found dead this morning and viewers are filing in one after ano-" Rochelle clicked off the TV. She sighed and rolled over on the couch with a loud cough. Her short black hair, unevenly cut and dirty, flopped over her dull green eyes. She coughed again and snarled viciously as if to tell the disease to screw off.
"Fantastic," she groaned miserably, "Mom had better hurry up and call, otherwise it's just me and Cari." She buried her head into her pillow and sniffed. Hungry, she rolled off the couch and onto the old, gray carpet where she slowly got up with the help of a nearby coffee table. Easing her way to a fragile stability Rochelle limped across the room to her kitchen where she threw open the fridge door. Nothing looked good so she slammed the door and raided the cabinets where she found a can of bean and bacon soup. Thrusting the burner on she dumped the contents of the can into a nearby pot with some milk and placed it on the stove. Sniffing, she waited for her lunch in the foulest of moods. Rochelle Wicker was most definitely sick.
"Yes Mr. Shirogane, I received the program seconds ago. Thank you so much for your time, I'll set it up right away." Chase hung up the phone and wheeled over to his laptop where it had finished downloading a file under the name "MEW PROJ #000002". He opened the file and rearranged things instantly to accommodate his Americanized technology. "And this goes here..." he murmured, making the final change before clicking momentously. "Yes! All set!" He put a visor down across his eyes and his computer scanned the entire Rocky Mountain region states. "Got ya," he smirked as the computer found a perfect DNA match for the endangered Ocelot. "Let's get this party started, Rochelle Wicker of Denver, Colorado." There was a burst of bright light and the earth trembled as the wildcat's DNA was shot across the distance from the lab to Rochelle's house, where there was, conveniently enough, about to be an attack. In his happiness at the success, Chase lifted his arm quickly and yowled terribly, in the process knocking the mouse to his computer aside. It crashed onto the floor and a red light emitted from the screen accompanied by a traditional alarm. In horror, Chase tore off the visor, ran upstairs and swung into his car before racing across town.
There was only darkness. Nothing more. Rochelle was surrounded in a thick, choking, inky black and she couldn't breathe. She gagged until she thought she was dead for sure, when a shape a little larger than a house cat came into view. The feline like creature padded cautiously towards Rochelle, when suddenly a bird swooped down and melded with the cat. It screeched and dove headfirst into Rochelle, who felt pleasantly warm before a wave of excruciating cold swept over her small body. She screamed in agony and before her eyes the darkness swirled into her kitchen floor, where she had promptly landed. The door to her house was suddenly forced in and someone called out her name.
"Rochelle, Rochelle Wicker! Are you all righ-" A sickening snap echoed through the empty rooms followed by a loud screech. Rochelle whipped around to see a large jelly-like mass slime its way into her ranch-style house. There was a boy in the corner of her living room, a trail of blood eking from his mouth. Rochelle dashed over to him despite the pounding headache in her head from her flu-like condition and knelt down beside him.
"Are you okay?!" she asked frantically, before: "What the hell is going on?!" The boy had a fist clenched and looked up at Rochelle as he loosened his grip. A small, silver-colored pendant fell out. She picked it up carefully and before she knew what was going on, Rochelle heard words in her head and then on her lips: "Mew Mew Sakuranba Metamorphosis!" Rochelle's eyes faded to a dark black shade and a short black dress replaced her honey-colored pajamas. Abyss black ocelot ears replaced her human ones and a long black tail slid out of her tailbone and underneath the dress. A sudden, horrible pain burst through her body like a poison as her shoulder blades contracted harshly. Two large, black wings erupted from them and blood splattered the floor. Rochelle felt a cherry-shaped mark burn into her neck and she ignored all the pain as her focus suddenly became the alien in front of her. Again, words came to her: "Cherry Flute!" A long black shaded sword in the style of a katana with a flute for the handle appeared in her hand. The handle was endowed with several black ribbons and she raised it above her. "Ribbon...Cherry Rhythm!" She swung the blade down upon the alien and as it sliced through, the jellyfish which it had taken control of died and bled upon the floor. The walls behind the alien that once was were slashed deeply all the way through to the end of her house. Unable to ignore the pain any longer, Rochelle gave in and blacked out.
