It was going to be an average Saturday.
Now, a crimson, short haired teenaged girl and her father, was being attacked by a man in their own apartment. Only that man was a purple snake the size of two men with arms, small pale-yellow bull horns and white bat wings.
"I want your blood!"
The girl was petrified, standing behind her father. He looked a her, then back at the 'man'.
"Dad, what is that thing?"
"You know how I told you I'm not a cat person?"
"What does that have to do any of this?"
Instead of answering, he only charged at the monster, but he was thrown out the window. (Which was six stories high.)
"Dad!"
She looked back at the monster, walking backwards as it approached.
"I. Want. Your. BLOOD!"
He threw his fist to where she stood, but she backflipped out of the way. Which was kind of weird since she didn't practice any acrobatics at all in her life.
She was in awe at herself that she didn't notice the monster swatting her to the wall.
Her eye met his in fear. As he opened his jaw, revealing his razor-sharp teeth, he began to repeat what he said.
"I want your bl-"
Suddenly, a light grey cat leapt through the window, landing on his face.
"Get off of me you silver feline."
He grabbed it off and threw it in the girl's direction. When it landed into her arms, it was a silver crossbow with a metal cat head, open mouth, on the front. She didn't have time to process what happened, she just shot the beast through the chest.
That was when the snake became black vapour. She looked back at her crossbow, which was a cat again. It leapt off her arms, walking to a bookshelf, knock it over, revealing a safe. The cat turned the knob and unlocked it.
In that safe was a note and a backpack with food, water, extra clothes, a sleeping bag and money.
She grabbed the note:
Dear Stella
If your reading this, then something terrible has happened.
If a silver cat is with you, keep it with you at all times.
It's your spirit weapon. A gift from your mother.
The moment you first use it, help will be on the way.
You will find some special traits inherited from her that can help you.
But just to be safe, take the bag and the cat, leave the apartment and leave everything behind.
And remember, no matter where you are, I'm always with you.
Love: Your dad
PS: The cat's name is Gunther.
After she read the note, she grabbed a photo of her and her dad and put it in the bag. Then, she took the cat and left.
She ran through the streets, taking one last look at the building, knowing she could never return.
It had been days since Stella started living on her own. The only company she had was Gunther.
She was at a bench in a park, looking at the silver cat, trying to figure out how the cat can turn into a crossbow.
After a while, she decided to have her breakfast at a nearby café and asked for eggs and toast with a side of salmon. She had to hide her cat in her bag, since they don't allow pets.
She made sure no one was watching when she gave the salmon to Gunther.
As she finished her plate, she heard a teenage boy scream outside.
"Help, vulture!"
What Stella saw wasn't a vulture, it was the giant snake she killed in the apartment.
Everybody ran out as the 'vulture' crashed through the front window of the café.
"I want-"
"I know, 'You want my blood.' Also, how are you alive? I saw you turn into smoke."
The snake smirked, (or it tried to anyway), "I don't stay dead, girl. Now, to get to business. I want your blood!"
She quickly took the cat out as it became a crossbow again and shot the snake. The beast dodged and tail whipped them both over the counter.
As she tried to stand up, the monster punch through the glass on the display case and picked up a pie.
When she saw what he was doing, she sarcastically said, "Not a pie fight. It is evil beyond human conception."
The snake understood what she meant, "That's not what I had in mind, I just didn't want to waste the pie.
He gently placed it on a table, picked up the display case and threw it at her. She leapt off the wall before it could hit her, got the crossbow from the counter table and shot him again. When that didn't work, she took an arrow the materialised on the bow, threw Gunther at his face and stabbed it in the heart.
After that was over, she got the bag and ran out. There was something in mind she could quite understand. How did it come back to life? How did he find her? And why did it want her blood?
She had so many questions unanswered. She decided next time she sees that slithering horned worm with arms, she'll somehow get the answers she needs.
