A/N: How I came up with the idea? My dear master made me watch while he was hunting. And eating. Hopefully I'll be able to predict when he's going to throw up (they do that, not everything on those rats is edible...) --- is major linebreak, -- is simple linebreak.
Teasing you: A Wraith turns into a cat, the only witness is the bummer of the Hive. Who the hell would believe in it?
Disclaimers: I don't own SGA, the Wraith OR the cats...
Warnings/whatever: Uh... if you read about Wraith I hope you're not oversensitive to killing and such... crunching mice... eating and such...
Whiskers
1. Guess what?
The two creatures passed each other without as much as glance at the other. Marron thought he could hear the other grunt as he snapped around the corner; yet again, it wasn't his place to return the ill-mannered gesture. He stopped by the door and gazed at it with his almost yellow eyes; they were cold, those doors made of human hands. He put a hand against the metal, confirming its coldness and hastily withdrawing his hand. Ugh, the cold feeling got all the way down his spine; he had forgotten how sensitive that damn feeding slit was!
"Lost your ATA-card, have you?" asked a sudden voice behind him, causing him to spin around to face Agnea, one of his closest sisters. Her almost burning red eyes laughed at him for a moment, then he shook his head.
"No, I was merely –"
"- tss, I've got better things than listening to what you're doing, little brother," she hissed at him, drew the card from within her clothing (somewhere nearby her chests - and breasts - Marron noticed) and slid it over the blue lights beside the door. Marron felt humiliated, since she made it as if he couldn't. He was an adult! He had received a card of his own! Yet, there she was, opening the door for him as if he was a child. The slightly shorter female glided past him, her head high and her red hair laying calmly upon her shoulders.
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They were hunting him, and his sister was among them. Foul words flew through the air, many of them made him feel anger, but more of them made him feel fear. He ran through the forest, fighting hard to keep standing, fighting hard to not fall. 'What is this?' he thought, 'What is this madness? Why am I the prey? What did I do to make them wrong?' And he ran, panting, grasping for air, getting nothing but dust into his lungs.
He fell and scratched his knees open, biting his lip as he fought hard not to roar because of the pain. He gazed down, his knees were bleeding, and his blood bore a light shade of red. Marron was a human. A human!
He awoke with his heartbeat rising, breathing as if he had been running several miles without sipping the air. 'Damn,' he thought, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, 'I hate this dream… why won't it leave me alone?' Marron opened his eyes again, tried to dry away sweat from his forehead using his right palm – it had been working fine if the hand hadn't been just as soaking as his head. The young wraith growled at himself, unable to shake away the dream.
Always him. Always him pictured as a human, a lower creature! The one to be killed, hunted and fed upon… why? Why did he have those dreams? Who the hell wished him to endure such stupid visions? His sister, Agnea? No…
"Marron…?" someone knocked at his doors,"Hey, Marron, open the blasted door!" Marron groaned as he turned around in the bed, pulling a piece of fluffy leather over his head.
"Go away…" he whined, tiredly. The one at the door wouldn't give in that easily.
"Marron! Open the damn door! Does one have to curse it open, eh? I know you're awake, don't think otherwise!" Stupid, cold, ignorant, sinister… piece of scruffy and halfway rotten human…
"Yeahyeah, whatever, don't feed upon my door, madman…!" Marron whined as he waved his hand in the air, having the metal doors to swing open.
"Marron!" Keith flung himself down upon Marron's bed, ignorantly placing his ass in the middle of the poor Wraith's back, almost making him believe that he'd broken the spine.
"Ugh," Marron said as the other bounced up and down at his back.
"You're awake! IknewitIknewitIknewit! Good morning, by the way!" Keith beamed, having Marron to grumble into his pillow. "Guess whaaaaat?" he didn't wait for a respond, even though he had asked a question, "The Queen permitted me some more days off!"
"Good for you," Marron mumbled into his bolster, solemnly wishing that he could vanish and reappear somewhere else. Keith dashed him in the head with one of his other pillows.
"You're such a grumpy ass all the time!" he accused his friend, having the very friend to snort.
"I'm a Wraith, Keith," he murmured and gnawed his cushion, just to have something else to focus his irritation at.
"Well, so am I?" Keith answered, Marron snorted even louder.
"Yeah, unfortunately; If you'd been human, then at least I wouldn't have to stuck with you forever," he muttered, glaring into the darkness of the textile, Keith screamed with laughter.
"You're so mean, Marron!" Keith mused and pinched Marron's side. The Wraith underneath him twisted.
"And you're supposed to be older than me…" came the final punch line, Keith nodded wildly and stroke some of his hairs with his hand.
"Touché," he grinned and jumped down at the floor, ripping away all the leather blankets from Marron's bed. The young adult screamed with indignation.
"WhatthehellareyodoingI'mfriggin'NAKED!" he shouted and hung on to his pillow, which he later used to cover himself with, glaring angrily at the other. Keith was laughing so bad that he thought he'd never be able to use his stomach ever again. Marron was glaring so bad that if the glance of an eye could kill, Keith would have turned into a crushed and spluttered pile of meat.
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Keith stopped laughing – eventually – and then straightened himself up, blinking at Marron with a wide grin. Then he rushed to Marron's bed and forced a hand up his chest.
"Haha! You're dead! Try and get me!" It was a game. Most human children would had said 'Tag, you're it', but Wraith children wouldn't do the same. Not to mention Wraith adults, like Keith who would refuse to grow up properly.
Marron growled as the other rushed away, out through the doors and down the corridors. Hunting games. How he wished that he'd never befriended that maniac…He got dressed as quick he could, quivering with humiliation and anger; When he got hold of that bastard…! Marron growled and then swung out into the corridor.
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Dark Castle was, in despite of what many Wraith tales said, not a city with a heart. When Wraith scientists had gotten their hands and fingers into it, the city welcomed them. Dark Castle, which insides were covered in cobwebs and some left behind Ancient decorations, could be best described as a twin to Atlantis – the only catch would be the fact that the Wraith had gotten hold of it, plus the lack of an intergalactic Stargate. However you might wish to think about it, it was spacey. Marron knew where Keith would go, he followed the sweet, almost repugnantly sweet, taste of his telepathic radiation, planning every step to the detail.
Keith didn't know how, but suddenly they were in the Banned part of the Castle, and suddenly he didn't feel anything but the sting of fear. He stopped, waited for some seconds and had Marron pinning him to the ground, glaring at him with wild, predatory eyes.
"I'm going to-" BANG! The noise, a metallic echo, made them both stop every movement they made. BANG! The noise grew higher and forced Keith to gulp.
"I swear, I swear I didn't know, Marron. I-I thought I… I turned to the right at the hm… crossing… Marron… Marron we're not supposed to be here, Marronareyoulisteningto-" BANG!
"-shut up," Marron hissed at him as the noise reappeared. It was stronger, and it made him stand up, glancing down at Keith.
"Why me? Why me…? Woe me… woe me, I say…" BANG! The noise appeared again, straight above their heads. Keith, who was still laying down at the floor, gasped as he saw what it was. Marron had no chance to react.
From very far above, something came falling towards them. Keith yelped and crawled away as fast as he could, Marron took one step after him, just to get the thing right into his head.
It was a container, a container that had held all the way down to his head, that had crashed against beams of steel without getting as much as a scratch, a container that smashed broken when it reached Marron's head. Keith would, much later, say that the thick skull of Marron's was to blame.
The world dematerialized as Marron wheezed, staring at Keith in panic; Keith, however, looked even more alarmed than he.
"What the blasted hell…!" was the last thing Marron heard before he sank into the depths of darkness.