A path many have already walked.

Blood that plague's ever step I have taken.

Anger.

Pain.

Betrayal.

My vision wouldn't clear. Everything around me was becoming black. My head was painfully dizzy. Each step foreword that I took could only be leading me to a death I did not seek. A sharp gasp rose from my throat, my sides heaving with to much effort.

"I'm done"

A hiss caressed my throat as the words of failure bit through my mind. It was over. Done. Gone. Not another paw step. I lowered my body to meet the dirty ground. My claws pierced into the soil beneath me as I inhaled with great effort.

I could feel myself being lifted. Flying? Was I flying in the air? My vision was to black. I couldn't see anything. I tried to open my eyes but gravity had forgotten to lift those as well. My breathing was ragged, painful gasps still fuming through me. Still, I could feel my body floating. Why was I floating? Why was I receiving a feeling of freedom? I didn't deserve it.

I was evil.

A monster. A life stealer. Murderer is you will. And every time I imagined the end I would think I would fall. Fall and choke on the blood I have spilled. I thought-- no I knew the end would be gruesome. That I would have pain inflicted on me like nothing I have ever felt before. That the revenge those cats I had killed deserved would be inflicted on me.

I had no reasons for murder. No forgiveness was necessary. Cruelty? Anger? Good versus evil? All of it seemed so foolishly petty now. What I knew was I had lived my life with far to many regrets. I had gone about doing things as I was told and I had hardly ever seen things the correct way. My brain and life had been corrupted. Now it was time to pay.

I let out a whimper of pain, wincing as something dripped onto my fur. My paws were dragging against the dirt and I realized that I really was dying. I had slightly hoped that since I had been floating, maybe I was just asleep. But feeling the rough ground tear into my weak paws I knew that I really was over and done. My soul could not fly free. I would forever be trapped. Dragging against thie dirt for eternity. Pain throbbing so deeply into my wounds I wanted to yowl in agony. But no one was there to listen.

"Sahara. Wake up"

My ears twitched painfully at the noise ringing in my ear.

"Sahara. Come on. Don't die on me. Please!" What a pitiful cry that was! I tried to roll over but the pain throbbing against my back was to much.

"Sahara you aren't going to die on me!"

Oh but I already had died! I was trapped inside this dead decaying body! It's to late. Far far to late for me.

"Sahara your piece of crowfood!"

Annoyance dug into my stomach. Why wouldn't he just shut up? I was dead. Wasn't that obvious? I was gone and I wouldn't return.

"Sahara!"

"You piece of ugly foxdung shut up"

A gasp rose in his throat as my eye lids twitched open. "You really aren't dead" He whispered.

"Yes I am" I snapped in a whisper. "But you make it very hard to rest in death so shut it" I closed my eyes again.

And then I realized it.

I really was alive!

My eyes opened once more to look at the tom's face that was stuck only a few mouse noses away from me. "Oh Sahara" He whispered, obviously wanting to press his nose into my fur. I really hoped he wouldn't. If he did I would have to claw him up and I was far to weak for that type of effort.

He settled on licking my bloody nose.

"What happened to you?"

I grunted a little, trying not to show the pain throbbing in my head as I lifted it. "Is that something you really care to know?" I questioned darkly.

"Yes" He stared at me, blue eyes narrowing.

"Ok" I meowed lowering my head back to the ground, angled so I could see him. My eyes drifted passed his head and at the stars.

"I decided to mess with death. It won"

"No it didn't" He promised looking at me weakly. "You're still alive"

A bitter laugh crawled through my dry throat. "I would rather be dead then to bare the shame of loosing to that filthy cat"

His blue eyes gazed at me gently. "No worries my love" He whispered lowering his head to touch the ground. "That filthy cat will die. I know you can kill him."

I let out a wicked laugh snarling "Abyss you know so very little! He was your father. He was my mentor. But it seems I know far more about Hiddenwing then you ever have."

Abyss looked at me, eyes gentle. "I could care less about that." His voice was far to kind for me to bare. "I want to know about you, Sahara. I want to know everything that's happened to you."

I snickered a little closing my weak eyes. "And why, you fool, should I tell?"

"Didn't I just save your life?" He questioned, head tilted.

My green eyes narrowed a bit as I looked at him. "And I should open up every part of my soul because of that?"

The tom nodded his head, giving my sore neck a gentle lick. "Tell me your story" He meowed softly into my ear. "Let me understand you. I already told you. No matter what you say or do, I will forever love you. I want to know what you have always hid from the group."

My paws ached to claw away his face, but I knew they were to weak to even move. "Abyss." I meowed softly. "Your love is unwanted."

"But it will always remain. So tell me now. You owe me your life, don't you?"

Anger pulsed through me, but I couldn't find a way around telling him what he wanted to know. He would only keep bothering me. And I could never get sleep around this cat anyways. He always felt the need to press himself against me. Lick me or mumble his love for me. What a foolish cat. Love was stupid. It meant nothing. Eventually he would have to realize he was only an annoyance to me, and I hoped he would be hurt enough to leave me alone.

"Sahara" He meowed.

"Okay" I grumbled at last. "Well, did you know I was born a kitty pet?"

He stared, eyes partly wide. "N-no" He mumbled.

I let out a soft sigh, ribs aching. "I guess I have to start from the beginning then."