Er mah gerd! Did you guys know that it's illegal to import or keep mongooses in the United States?! Which means that LPS in very inaccurate. Anywho, when I found out about the mongoose thing, I got very... creative? So I came up with this fic. I hope you enjoy!
Sunil's POV:
BANG. BANG. BANG. It was 11:25 at night when the sound jerked me out of my sleep, interrupting my wonderful dream about all of my friends being slightly better versions of themselves. Zoe more caring, Pepper more sensitive, Vinnie... slightly brighter... etc. I looked up at the source of the sound, the door.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
The wooden door at the front of the house was trembling with every beat the person on the other side of the door was pounding. My 14 year old indian owner, Jamar, looked up from his homework with the most fearful expression I have ever seen him wear. He stood up, tremulous to the bone. His eyes were widening more every second. His chest was rising and falling quickly against his blue striped sweater.
Jamar then turned to me and then back to the door. He then walked over to my pet bed and quite forcefully grabbed me and ran up to the attic. Shoving me in an old, rusted cage, Jamar spoke in a hurried whisper.
"Sunil, don't move. Don't make a sound. Do not let anyone know you're here. I love you, my friend." He said, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was there. Then Jamar left.
It was all so sudden. I had no idea what was going on, or why Jamar was freaking out, but it must have but been urgent, so I stayed quiet, just as he asked.
I heard someone with a deep voice shouting something, it sounded like, "What if it breeds? Then we'll all be in trouble! A mongoose does not belong..." I couldn't quite catch the rest. Then suddenly, there was a deafening bang.
I was scared and alone, cowering in a corner of the dusty attic with only spider webs strung across the ceiling and boxes of stuff to accompany me. I didn't know what to think or do. With no clue what was going on, I panicked and started shouting for Jamar, even though it was against my better nature.
"Jamar?" ...No reply. No sound throughout the whole house. Nothing. "JAMAR?" I screamed, rattling the bars of my cage. Hearing something, or rather, someone talking, I shut up.
"What's that?" One man with the same deep voice as earlier said.
Another man with a higher pitched voice responded, "Maybe it's the mongoose he's been hiding. I think it came from up there." How do they know about me? What do they want with me?
I heard heavy feet thundering up the old creaky stairs very quickly. When the men reached the attic, I could hardly see them because of all of the dust.
Hugged myself tighter, I let out a faint whimper. The larger of the men must have heard me, miraculously because it was so quiet, and he turned around and saw me in my cage.
"Gotcha." He said, roughly grabbing the cold metal handle on the top of the mini prison. "Hey Sam, I got the mongoose, let's get out of here." The man with the deep voice called to the other man, evidently named Sam.
Making their way through the boxes of junk in the attic, the two men walked to the stairs. I could see now that they had faded dark green uniforms with brown belts around their waists. They each had the words "NYC Animal Control" on the patch on their front pocket.
Wait. Animal Control?! I panicked for the third time that night. Animal Control was trying to take me away for unknown reasons. This was a bad situation to be in. I needed to get out of here, go somewhere safe. Anywhere but here.
I looked at the hatch on the cage door. It was the only thing keeping me locked in here, and it was easy to unlock. Slowly lifting the bar away from the catch, I unlocked the metal door. With a loose plan in my head, I decided to wait until the two men carried me outside, or at least down the stairs, until I made my escape.
They reached the main level of the house and crossed through the living room and headed towards the door. The sight that saw us out the door wanted to make me throw up. Yet I still clutched the bars of the cage and stared at Jamar, who was sprawled out on the floor, his shoulder bleeding from the deep wound. I had a sickening feeling in my gut.
Those men must have shot him... The same men who are taking me away SHOT my owner... They shall never live to see the sunrise.
I flung open the cage door and jumped out, up onto my captor's arm. The nest few minutes were a blur. All I know is that there was screaming and yelling and clawing and biting. Blood was shed, and vengance was delivered.
Leaving the two men unconsious, I sped out of the small house and raced down the cold, dark street. With teary eyes, I ran faster and faster. Anything I could do to escape those two men was what I would do. Anything to avoid being taken away from Jamar.
Jamar. I couldn't stop thinking about him. The clear image of him sprawled out on the floor, blood by his side, was still fresh in my mind.
Out of breath and exhausted, I came to a stop. And as luck would have it, I stopped right in front of Littlest Pet Shop. With a sigh, I made my way to the little doggie door on the front door, and climbed through.
The pet shop was empty, nobody in there but I. The dark engulfed the place, the only light source being the window in the day camp. The day camp. I supposed that was where I'd be spending the night. I wandered around the room for a bit, engaging in the thoughts whirring through my head like a hurricane. Finally, I decided sleep was best for me at that moment. I then settled for an uneasy sleep.
