I must say, I'm a terrible spell checker, you'll have to forgive me at times, but I've updated edited chapters and it should be a lot better. Of course I'm not perfect, but one day, the fanfic will be ;-). But until then, I think you darlings can handle it. Don't forget to review. It's my writing fuel.

Catwoman: Rebirth

By: Kat Shelton

Chapter 1:

A Dark Cloud Overhead

Isis sat in an empty chair and buried her tear stained face into her hands. Strands of her blond hair fell from her ponytail as she raised her head and saw her mother staring into space. Isis and her mother Helena had suffered many traumas lately. Isis' father and grandmother had been murdered a few months ago. Isis looked a lot like her grandmother so her mother couldn't look at her without crying. The room was filled with pain.

Isis had to leave. She needed to get away from this place that might as well been Hell. She rose to her feet and grabbed a long black coat from the closet. She put it on while walking to her room to get a small baggie. When she retrieved the bag she headed for the front door. Isis put the bag in her pocket and put her hood up as if she were hiding from something or someone… maybe just her past.

"Momma I'm going for a walk."

Her mom didn't respond, still staring at nothing. Isis wasn't expecting her mom to answer, so she just continued into the cold chill.

She walked with her head down, hands jammed in her pockets with a heavy heart. The night air was polluted and smelt of exhaust. She looked into the distance and saw Gotham City; the city Isis family ran from. But this city was practically Gotham's trashcan. Isis would rather live there, instead of the broken down dump she called home.

After walking a few blocks and past a few buildings she walked into an alley. The alley was cold, but not as cold as her own home. She then sat down on a trashcan that had been knocked over and reached into her pocket. She pulled out the bag and opened it. The scent of tuna filled the air as cats came out from every corner of the alley to Isis. She took her hood down and began feeding the cats.

When she was out of treats she leaned her head against the brick wall and patted a black cat that had jumped up on her lap on the head. "I feel so empty," she unemotionally murmured to the black cat.

Right then and there she felt a great pain run through her body like an electric shock as she heard a loud gunshot. She clinched her teeth together and fell off the trashcan as all the cat's but one run frantically back to their hiding place. Isis pushed herself to her feet dropping the empty bag and started running home has fast as she could; as if something told her to. As she ran, the black cat followed by her side. Her loose ponytail fell apart but she didn't care, she was too fixed on getting home.

She stumbled to the front door to see that it had been knocked down. The cat followed her inside. Isis ran to the living room where her mother sat before Isis left. Her mom was lying in the floor next to her chair.

Was she dead?

Isis's mouth hung open. She was so scared she could barely move. Was she dead? Was the last family member she knew… dead?

Isis's mom weakly said, "Let me look into your eyes one last time," Isis leaned down and held her in her arms. "I need… you to leave here… don't worry about me… hurry and go to your grandmother's old apartment…don't let him get you--." Isis's mom stopped breathing. She was dead.

Isis trembled; "Let who get me!" she yelled at her mother's dead body. She was sad but could not cry. Her tears were drained. Isis was stiff and could barely move.

The black cat rubbed against her to try and give comfort, but all Isis could think was this is how Daddy and Grandma died. Will I be next? I must leave soon.

She packed some of her belongings. She did have enough time or money to prepare her mother a proper burial and she knew her mother wanted her to leave.

As she packet her bags, she could feel her burdens becoming heavier. She grabbed her bags and went to the living room where her mother lay. The cat carried a small blanket to Isis in its mouth. Isis dropped her bags and reached down to the cat. It dropped the blanket from its mouth. Isis picked up the small blanket and patted the cat on its head smiling for the first time in her life, or so it seemed. She kissed her mother's cold forehead and laid the blanket across her mother's face. That was the most proper farewell Isis could make to her mother.

Isis heaved her luggage up on her shoulder. Before she left, she quickly scooped all of the pictures she could find in the room into her bad. Then she picked up the cat and headed for the door. "What shall I name you kitty?" she asked the cat.

The cat replied with a meow.

"Felix?" Isis had a strange connection to cats, especially this one. She could almost already tell that the cat would approve.

The cat rubbed his cheek against Isis's cheek hinting that he accepted the name. "Felix it is then," Isis declared softly walking outside, "Well Felix, next stop; Grandmother's old apartment in Gotham City. I'm sure Grandma's old friend will be there."

Having Felix with her really lightened her heart. She sadly giggled; "I'm 17 and already on my own. I'm glad you're with me Felix," she commented as she walked towards Gotham City.