Hey! This is my new Fic. I promise I'm working on Bloody Roses too. But my mind started to wonder during class one day and this idea happened, I hope you like it! I worked really hard on it.
-Lustfulkitten.
Alfred lay curled up in the corner of the cage the mean humans left him in. He watched the door, for any sign that the evil human was coming back. He flicked his tail and lowered his head onto his front paws.
The whimper, meows, yelps, and all the other noises the trapped animals made in that pitch black room. Alfred was glad he was a cat, he could see in the dark. But, if he ever saw light again, it would burn his eyes pretty badly, not that he thought he'd ever get out. He'd been here far too long. His time on the streets of New York were better then this.
The humans came in and picked one animal to take out and sometimes the animal would come back bloody and other times they'd never come back at all. He was one of the only cats, the reason; cats can't stand a chance in a dog fight. Other then Alfred himself who was a fighter, he'd killed dogs twice his size before, and the humans knew that, that's why he was here.
He missed his back alley in New York, he missed the dumpster he'd slept under, and the box he'd slept in. he missed the nice cook lady that would give him the left over, or spoiled hamburgers from her restraint. She always told him it was their little secret; she'd get fired if they knew the food never made it to the dumpster.
At the thought of hamburgers Alfred's completely empty stomach growled loudly. He hadn't eaten in so long. Right now he wouldn't mind eating the hard stuff that those spoiled house cats ate. Though he preferred hamburgers far more, he was more the likely the only cat who could eat three hamburgers and still be starving.
But, his happy life as a street cat in New York City had been taken away when those mean men had watched him scare of a pack of angry dogs. They saw strength and power, but in there business that meant money and a lot of it. They were Dog Fighters. You know the men who out two dogs and they have to fight till one is dead? Yeah, he'd been captured for that.
I'm sure you're all asking "Why a cat?" Well because Alfred was strong, and could easy take down a dog twice his size. They saw that was a way to get more people to watch. They got to watch a tiny cat kill a huge dog.
They'd captured him and brought him to this back room and left him there. He was never fed and had no water. His cadge was very small and almost suffocating. They were cages all around his, inside were dogs that were bigger then anything he'd seen. It stunk to, badly. He could hardly breathe at all. They never cleaned the cages and after time, the smell really builds up.
He'd fought a few times, killing the dog every time. The fights were bloody, and he did get hurt, he was covered in scratches and scares. He'd become tough, but the humans smirking faces still scared him. The fights were nothing compared to the training.
Training such as, being locked in a cage with four almost rabid dogs that were hungry and saw him as lunch, running through a huge maze like thing, and getting beat by the humans till he could move. Was being starved part of his training? He guessed so.
He watched the door with unblinking eyes. Would he have to fight today? When he first came here he counted the days between when the humans would leave him in the cage, and when they'd come and retrieve him to fight. But, he'd stopped counting the days a few weeks ago. He closed his eyes, praying that he wouldn't have to fight today.
That's when a crazy thought popped into his head. What if when the humans opened his cage, he ran out and hid till he could escape. They'd more then likely sick dogs on him and search till they found him. But, it was worth a try. He could almost taste freedom again, could almost feel the wind on his fur, the side walk under his feet. God, did he miss all of that.
He closed his eyes and got lost in a daydream about running free down the sidewalk, about sleeping comfortably under the dumpster. It might not sound comfortable to most people, but after he'd dragged a blanket under there it had become the warmest and driest place for him to sleep he could possibly find.
Maybe he could find his way back that is if he wasn't too far away from his once home. What if they took him to a different state? He'd have no idea where to go, or what to do. He opened his eyes when the door opened and two male humans walked into the room.
All at once at the sight of the humans all the dogs began to bark. Damn dogs, couldn't they be quiet? They were just evil humans that wanted you to fight to the death. Stupid mutts. He flicked his tail and let out a soft hiss of annoyance
He watched the humans walk over to cage a bit away from him, and open the cage to let out the biggest meanest looking dog Alfred had ever seen. His eyes widened and he prayed he wouldn't have to fight that dog. It would surely be his last fight. He wouldn't have to worry about going home then; he'd be heading to kitty heaven.
He watched one of the two mean lead the dog out of the room, and the other male walked over to his cage. No, no, no, this couldn't be happening! He hissed, moving to the back corner of his cage. No way was he fighting that giant monster of a dog. Was that even a dog?!
The man sighed and opened his cage, shaking his head. "Come on, it'll be a lot easier if you just come here." Alfred just hissed in response. The man scoffed and reached into the cage and grabbed Alfred. Alfred scratched and bit at the male but he had strong, thick gloves on and neither his claws nor his teeth could get through.
Then he remembered his plan, and quickly twisted his body, getting out of the male human's hold. He bolted past the male and out of the cage. The man jerked to life a few seconds later, turning and trying to grab him. But, Alfred was out of his reach. By this time all the dogs were barking and having a fit, seeing the little kitty free.
The human screamed and yelled something. A few seconds later the door opened, and the first man from before walked in. That was his chance! He bolted toward the door, and between the man's feet. That's when he realized he had no idea how to get out.
So, he just ran, until he saw and opened window. Only problem, he couldn't reach it, it was way to far up. But, there was a stack of boxes near the window, and he could climb them he could get out. Good thing he was a rather small cat and could easily climb them, as long as no humans messed with him.
He jumped on the first box, then the second. He heard the humans yelling under him, but he ignored them, and just kept climbing. Once he got to the fifth box, they started to wobble a little, he just had two more boxes to climb then he could get out, and would never ever see this place again.
He jumped onto the next box, and then the last. He pushed off the top back with his powerful back feet but misjudged his leap, and had to catch the edge of the windowsill and scramble up onto the windowsill
He sat there for a second catching his breath and watching the stupid, evil humans try to get him. He would never trust another human again in his life, that was the promise he made to himself as he watched the humans run around trying to find away to get him back.
He flicked his tail and watched as soon enough, they gave up, talking to one anther loudly. Alfred could understand human speech, unlike dogs. Dogs could only recognize their name, and simple commands that their human had to drill into the heads, and reward them for with treats or food. "Stupid mutts," he muttered to himself, shaking his head.
He jumped off the window seal and landed on the hard familiar feeling of concrete. You know the old saying cats always landed on their feet? Well they do, but they did not have nine lives. He started walking, and looked around, realizing he was in a back alleyway, and he prayed when he got out of the alley he'd recognize something and would be able to find his home again.
It felt so good to be free again. He ran down the streets and dodged around the humans walking every which way down the side walk. He looked up to see the sky was turning a dark grayish color that surely meant it was going to rain or storm, Just what he needed at a time like this. He flicked in his tail and hissed softly to himself in annoyance.
He looked round and realized after a little while he was near his old alleyway. Now he felt a little hope. He rushed forward, taking off into a run, running in between human's legs. He ran till he saw the familiar shops around the alleyway he'd lived in not long ago.
He slid to a stop at the entrance of the alleyway. He saw the woman bringing out the trash, and in that trash he smelled left over hamburgers with his name on them. He hadn't eaten in so long his stomach roared to life.
He rushed over to her, and let out a soft bugging meow, putting on his best puppy dog face, even though it was much cuter because he was a cat. He rubbed against her legs in his normal way, but was surprised to get kicked hard, away from the woman.
"Bad cat, Go away you stupid, worthless fur ball!" She screamed. He looked up at her, and slowly backed away. He looked down, flattening his ears against his head, and dropping his tail as he slowly turned away, and walked out of his once peaceful home.
He walked down the street, and soon felt the first raindrop fall and hit him right on his nose. He scrunched his face up, and brought his paw up to wipe the wet feeling of wetness off his muzzle. Soon, though the rain increased, and he took off running again, as the people that were caught in the rain did as well. Which if you're a cat and there are an unknown number of people running to get out of the rain was well you were sure to get trampled. His tail got stomped on more the four times, and by the time he found a dumpster to get under for shelter he was soaked, cold, and scared.
He curled up, and looked out at all the people running around to get out of the rain. He felt hopeless, the small amount of hope he'd felt earlier long gone. Those damned humans that had captured him had ruined his life, now he had nothing. No home, no warm, no food, no nothing, he was all alone, with nothing. He would surly die…
He curled up further against himself under the dumpster and forced himself to sleep, hoping he'd die in his sleep and wouldn't have to worry about anything anymore.
A cat could only dream it was that easy….
Well that's done. I'll update this one and Bloody Roses soon. Anyway, I hope you liked it, and I promise this story will get more exciting just wait. Stick around and find out. review please, and tell me what you think. It gives the motivation to keep working. Please and thank you.
-Lustfulkitten