AN: Some of you may find this story firmiliar, and no, I haven't taken anyone's ideas. I began to write this story about a year ago, and lost it. I found it awhile ago, and began to revise it, making changes here and there. BIG changes. In my first story, the girl's name was Eva, and she was only 16. The guy's name was Antonio. I personally like this version better, but if anyone would like to read the old version, just e-meow me, and I'll send it to you. It's not finished, so don't expect too much. As I said, I think this version is better anyway. Oh, and I don't own CATS, or the Labyrinth, though I would be happy to take them off the hands of the ones who do! The people I DO own are Mark, and Carrie. Oh, and this is a half human, half cat thing. Have fun reading!
Love and Hate
Prolog
"Starlight Express, answer me yes. I don't want you to go." Carrie stopped singing, and glanced at the judges anxiously. She watched as they discussed her performance, knowing this was her last chance to make it big for a while. Sure, she had seen plenty of parts opened for some small play, but "some small play" wouldn't pay the rent. Carrie Johnson was 24 years old, fresh out of collage, and on her own. She had no relatives to speak of. Her mother had died of hypothermia when she was twelve, and her father had died in a car crash three years ago, not to mention she was an only child.
" . . . Ms. Johnson." The emotionless voice of the judge snapped her back into reality.
"Huh?" The judge glared at her coldly. She felt a blush work its way up her face.
"I said that the results of the try outs will be posted in three hours." Carrie continued to stand on stage, staring stupidly at the judge.
"That will be all Ms. Johnson. You can leave now." Carrie gathered her bag, and went out the side exit. She made her way down the long hallway, and out a side exit of the large building. Once outside, she stopped abruptly. Oh my God! I blew it! I completely screwed up! Her thoughts flew to five minuets before. If she had, had a chance, it was gone now. I just stood there like an idiot in front of those people. They probably think I'm mentally challenged or some thing! Crap! She cursed herself mentally. There goes four years of Performing Arts schooling, out the window! She picked her way through the side walks of New York, not even bothering to call a taxi, though that was the way everyone seemed to do it. She turned a corner, and walked into a McDonalds. She then had a mental battle of deciding whether or not it was worth walking back there, just to see she hadn't made it, while she ate her Oreo Mcflirry. She finally decided she would go back. Hell, I can always congratulate those who DID make it on. She walked out of McDonalds, glancing at the shop windows she passed, stopping to admire something here or there. Soon she reached the building and stepped inside. She slammed into someone, and fell backwards. She heard a loud, sickening crack, then someone cried out in pain. She looked up quickly, and saw a man laying across from her. He was holding his leg, which was at a very awkward angle. Someone screamed, and then chaos broke loss. Someone had called an ambulance, and about ten minuets later the man was wheeled out on a stretcher, and taken to the hospital. God, I hope he wasn't trying out for the show! There's no way he'll be able to dance for a while! Biting her lower lip, she shakily stood up from the chair she had been sitting in. She was slightly surprised nobody has asked to speak to her about the accident, but, then again, this WAS New York. And accidents happen ALL the time.
Mark Scerch lay in the hospital bed, his eyes emotionless as the doctor approached. Bad news. He could tell from the look in the doctors face that it was bad. VERY bad.
"Mr. Scerch, we've studied the x-rays, and you have broken your leg strait in half near the lower ankle. We also understand that you are a dancer, and I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but after this, you'll never be able to dance again. We have . . ." The doctor continued to talk, but Mark wasn't listening. It's HER fault! She is what caused this! If she hadn't . . . Mark lay restless, dark thoughts taking over his weakened mind. Consuming his mind into darkness.
Carrie watched as one of the judges stepped into the room, a piece of paper in his hand. He stapled it to the wall, and stepped away. People gathered around in crowds, pushing and shoving. Some began to cry, others to laugh. Some put on a good face for others. Carrie waited. Soon she was able to make her way to the paper. Her eyes ran down the list, and stopped dead.
Jamie Grey - Jemima
Carrie Johnson - Demeter
Mark Scerch - Munkustrap
I made it! I can't believe it! I made it! I'm Demeter! Oh my God I made it! Carrie was jumping up and down, and rammed into someone.
"Hey! Watch it!"
"Sorry!" She mumbled. She grabbed her stuff, and headed out the door.
Six Months Later
Carrie walked lazily home. I've never had so much fun in my life! The cast is great, not to mention we put on a great show tonight. We do every night! Carrie sighed happily, the moonlight making her waist length curly blonde hair look almost white. Carrie giggled, and began to sing softly. An old favorite of hers, from the movie Labyrinth.
"There's such a sad love, deep in your eyes. A kind of pale jewel opened and closed within your eyes. I'll place the sky within your eyes. There's such a fooled heart beating so fast in search of new dreams, a love that will last within your heart. I'll place the moon within in your heart. As the pain sweeps through, makes no scence for you. Every thrill has gone, wasn't too much fun at all. But I'll be there for you as the world falls down. Falling, falling, falling in love. I'll paint you mornings of gold. I'll spin you valentine evenings, though we're strangers till now. We're choosing the path between the stars. I'll lay my love between the stars. As the pain sweeps through, makes no scence for you. Every thrill is gone, wasn't too much fun at all. But I'll be there for you as the world falls down. Falling, falling, falling in love." She looked around in a dreamy state, and realized that she was heading in the wrong direction. She gave a half sigh, and started the other way.
"Moonlight. Turn your . . ." She gasped as she heard foot steps behind her. She spun around. "Who's there?" She could see no one. Suddenly a figure melted from the darkness, and started toward her. She saw a glint, and realized that it was a knife. Before she knew what was happening, she was up against an alley wall, a knife at her throat. She felt a gentle had run from her temple to her chin, and then someone was tilting her head up, and her forest green eyes met ice blue ones.
"Such a waist of beauty, and such a piety. Don't you think so Carrie?"
"H, how do you know my name?"
"Oh, I know a lot about you lass. But you don't seem to remember me. I'm hurt!" The fake mocking tone spurred her fear to anger, and she struggled to get loose, but failed. The man moved his body against hers, and smiled as she shivered. He stooped so he could whisper something in her ear. "Think back to about five or six months ago. An accident during the try outs for CATS. You ruined my career sweet heart, now I'm simply repaying the favor." And with that, he brought the knife up, but changed his mind, and slashed the knife across her throat. She slumped in his arms. Mark ran a hand over her soft golden hair. Such a piety. She really was beautiful. Carrie's limp body still in one arm, he pulled the gun from his coat pocket. He placed it to his temple, and glanced one last time at Carrie, then pulled the trigger. Mark's body went limp, and he fell. Carrie lay in his arms, their blood running together, before draining into the sewers.
Love and Hate
Prolog
"Starlight Express, answer me yes. I don't want you to go." Carrie stopped singing, and glanced at the judges anxiously. She watched as they discussed her performance, knowing this was her last chance to make it big for a while. Sure, she had seen plenty of parts opened for some small play, but "some small play" wouldn't pay the rent. Carrie Johnson was 24 years old, fresh out of collage, and on her own. She had no relatives to speak of. Her mother had died of hypothermia when she was twelve, and her father had died in a car crash three years ago, not to mention she was an only child.
" . . . Ms. Johnson." The emotionless voice of the judge snapped her back into reality.
"Huh?" The judge glared at her coldly. She felt a blush work its way up her face.
"I said that the results of the try outs will be posted in three hours." Carrie continued to stand on stage, staring stupidly at the judge.
"That will be all Ms. Johnson. You can leave now." Carrie gathered her bag, and went out the side exit. She made her way down the long hallway, and out a side exit of the large building. Once outside, she stopped abruptly. Oh my God! I blew it! I completely screwed up! Her thoughts flew to five minuets before. If she had, had a chance, it was gone now. I just stood there like an idiot in front of those people. They probably think I'm mentally challenged or some thing! Crap! She cursed herself mentally. There goes four years of Performing Arts schooling, out the window! She picked her way through the side walks of New York, not even bothering to call a taxi, though that was the way everyone seemed to do it. She turned a corner, and walked into a McDonalds. She then had a mental battle of deciding whether or not it was worth walking back there, just to see she hadn't made it, while she ate her Oreo Mcflirry. She finally decided she would go back. Hell, I can always congratulate those who DID make it on. She walked out of McDonalds, glancing at the shop windows she passed, stopping to admire something here or there. Soon she reached the building and stepped inside. She slammed into someone, and fell backwards. She heard a loud, sickening crack, then someone cried out in pain. She looked up quickly, and saw a man laying across from her. He was holding his leg, which was at a very awkward angle. Someone screamed, and then chaos broke loss. Someone had called an ambulance, and about ten minuets later the man was wheeled out on a stretcher, and taken to the hospital. God, I hope he wasn't trying out for the show! There's no way he'll be able to dance for a while! Biting her lower lip, she shakily stood up from the chair she had been sitting in. She was slightly surprised nobody has asked to speak to her about the accident, but, then again, this WAS New York. And accidents happen ALL the time.
Mark Scerch lay in the hospital bed, his eyes emotionless as the doctor approached. Bad news. He could tell from the look in the doctors face that it was bad. VERY bad.
"Mr. Scerch, we've studied the x-rays, and you have broken your leg strait in half near the lower ankle. We also understand that you are a dancer, and I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but after this, you'll never be able to dance again. We have . . ." The doctor continued to talk, but Mark wasn't listening. It's HER fault! She is what caused this! If she hadn't . . . Mark lay restless, dark thoughts taking over his weakened mind. Consuming his mind into darkness.
Carrie watched as one of the judges stepped into the room, a piece of paper in his hand. He stapled it to the wall, and stepped away. People gathered around in crowds, pushing and shoving. Some began to cry, others to laugh. Some put on a good face for others. Carrie waited. Soon she was able to make her way to the paper. Her eyes ran down the list, and stopped dead.
Jamie Grey - Jemima
Carrie Johnson - Demeter
Mark Scerch - Munkustrap
I made it! I can't believe it! I made it! I'm Demeter! Oh my God I made it! Carrie was jumping up and down, and rammed into someone.
"Hey! Watch it!"
"Sorry!" She mumbled. She grabbed her stuff, and headed out the door.
Six Months Later
Carrie walked lazily home. I've never had so much fun in my life! The cast is great, not to mention we put on a great show tonight. We do every night! Carrie sighed happily, the moonlight making her waist length curly blonde hair look almost white. Carrie giggled, and began to sing softly. An old favorite of hers, from the movie Labyrinth.
"There's such a sad love, deep in your eyes. A kind of pale jewel opened and closed within your eyes. I'll place the sky within your eyes. There's such a fooled heart beating so fast in search of new dreams, a love that will last within your heart. I'll place the moon within in your heart. As the pain sweeps through, makes no scence for you. Every thrill has gone, wasn't too much fun at all. But I'll be there for you as the world falls down. Falling, falling, falling in love. I'll paint you mornings of gold. I'll spin you valentine evenings, though we're strangers till now. We're choosing the path between the stars. I'll lay my love between the stars. As the pain sweeps through, makes no scence for you. Every thrill is gone, wasn't too much fun at all. But I'll be there for you as the world falls down. Falling, falling, falling in love." She looked around in a dreamy state, and realized that she was heading in the wrong direction. She gave a half sigh, and started the other way.
"Moonlight. Turn your . . ." She gasped as she heard foot steps behind her. She spun around. "Who's there?" She could see no one. Suddenly a figure melted from the darkness, and started toward her. She saw a glint, and realized that it was a knife. Before she knew what was happening, she was up against an alley wall, a knife at her throat. She felt a gentle had run from her temple to her chin, and then someone was tilting her head up, and her forest green eyes met ice blue ones.
"Such a waist of beauty, and such a piety. Don't you think so Carrie?"
"H, how do you know my name?"
"Oh, I know a lot about you lass. But you don't seem to remember me. I'm hurt!" The fake mocking tone spurred her fear to anger, and she struggled to get loose, but failed. The man moved his body against hers, and smiled as she shivered. He stooped so he could whisper something in her ear. "Think back to about five or six months ago. An accident during the try outs for CATS. You ruined my career sweet heart, now I'm simply repaying the favor." And with that, he brought the knife up, but changed his mind, and slashed the knife across her throat. She slumped in his arms. Mark ran a hand over her soft golden hair. Such a piety. She really was beautiful. Carrie's limp body still in one arm, he pulled the gun from his coat pocket. He placed it to his temple, and glanced one last time at Carrie, then pulled the trigger. Mark's body went limp, and he fell. Carrie lay in his arms, their blood running together, before draining into the sewers.
