A.N. Lalalalalalala….I'm ! So this be my entry for Miss-Misto's Horror Prompt Contest…YAY BLOOD AND GORE! You may read this and say "Waaaaait this isn't horror-y..." But fear not! This is only the first chapter! YES! Mana shall attempt a multi-chapter fic!
And just FYI, Bell is a stray. She's my new swing character and I love her dearly. She is a bit of a kleptomaniac and a pyromaniac. Yeah…
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING except the plot. And maybe an OC or two…muahhahhhahhhh…
"Viki come on. Do you have to go out tonight?"
Victoria gave her boyfriend an eye roll followed by a small smile.
"Plato, I promised Jemima and Bell that I'd go with them tonight. I promise I'll be back in a few hours."
Plato let out an annoyed 'huff', plopping down on one of the stray cushions in their den.
"I'm just worried, Vic. It's pouring rain out there and I think I heard some thunder."
The white princess slicked on her pink lip gloss, giving him another eye roll.
"If you're worried, why don't you come along? It's going to be fun."
"I'd just slow you guys down with my ankle. Just be safe, okay?"
Victoria gave him a quick kiss.
"Don't worry, I will."
With that she headed out the door. Luckily their den was right by the Junkyard gates. Victoria grumbled to herself as her fur got continually more wet. Soon water poured off her slick white fur.
"You look like a wet rat!"
Victoria looked for the source of the joking meow. Jemima and their friend Bell had taken shelter under the large branches of a nearby tree. Bell was basically rolling on the ground with laughter and Jemima was red in the face from giggling. Victoria shot them an annoyed glare. She padded under the tree and began shaking the water from her fur. The other two princesses shrieked as the freezing water hit their fur. Victoria grinned, satisfied. A laugh bubbled up inside her at the sight of her friends trying to shake the cold rain from their fur. Bell hissed in annoyance, her brown and gold tail switching back and forth.
"Vikki," Jemima whined. "What was that for?"
Victoria just laughed. Bell glared at her, but her dark green eyes sparkled with laughter.
"Alright, alright," she growled, wringing out her tail. "Let's just get to the party before we kill each other"
Victoria and Jemima nodded in agreement, following the mottled Queen out of the shelter formed by the tree branches and into the freezing rain once more. They padded though the forest, chatting idly about drama with other Queens, cute Toms and such.
"Bell, you neeeeeeeeeed to come to the Junkyard! I swear there's a Tom there who's perfect for you!"
The dark Queen hit her friend's arm lightly, rolling her eyes.
"Jemima PLEASE. Stop nagging me about Toms. I really don't care-"
"He likes to steal stuff."
Victoria burst out laughing when her friend's ears perked up and a new light came into her green eyes.
"Bell, stop drooling over the thought of a Tom who likes stealing. We're here."
The other two Queens turned their attention to the building in front of them. It was large, brick made and flashing strobe lights streamed from the windows. It was….intimidating to say the least.
"I-I'm a little scared," Jemima whispered.
Victoria didn't blame her. The small amount of trees outside looked dead, and some of the windows were covered by boards, giving a slightly dilapidated and almost spooky aura. Bell kept walking forward. She looked over her shoulder, giving her friends a challenging glance.
"Well? What are we waiting for? Let's go!"
Victoria and Jemima exchanged a look and began to follow her. A sudden noise from nearby caught Victoria's attention. She squinted into the darkness, trying to catch a glimpse, but to no avail.
"Hey, you guys go on ahead. I'll be right in."
Her friends nodded, heading into the large building. Victoria turned away, towards the source of the loud noise. She took a few steps closer. It looked like an ally, going off around the building. EC she thought, I'm going to regret this later. With that she cautiously walked around the corner of the building, the darkness of the ally surrounding her. She blinked a few times, waiting for her eyes to adjust. Soon, blurry shapes appeared, becoming clearer and clearer by the second. There was a dumpster, some trash cans, a box, nothing too suspicious. The noise came again, a hissing, rustling sound. It seemed to come from the box. Nervously, she stepped closer, reaching for one of the flaps.
Suddenly, a dark paw reached out, and it looked as if there was something pointy grasped, sticking between tufts of fur. Victoria felt something painfully sharp prick into her skin, and she yanked her paw away. As soon as she had moved, a dark brown tabby Queen scuttled out of the cardboard, yellow eyes wild and crazed. Victoria shied away, her brain screaming for her to run. There was obviously something not right with this cat. Yet, she froze when the gold gaze landed on her. It was as if she were rooted to the spot. The Queen crept forward a few steps, one dingy paw stretching towards Victoria's white fur. Victoria shrank back, cringing at the disgusting odor that radiated off the cat. She smelled of catnip and…death. The white Queen shuddered.
"D-do you need some help?" she stuttered, resisting the urge to gag from the smell.
The Queen cocked her head to one side, her yellow eyes boring into Victoria's startled blue. After a few seconds, she burst into a high-pitched, shrieking laugh, her body convulsing grotesquely. Victoria jumped backwards, heart pounding. She stared in horror as the Queen continued to laugh, doubling over. Finally, she stopped, wiping the drool from her mouth. She tilted her head again.
"Help?" she rasped. "I promise you, it will be you who needs help."
With that, she bounded away, leaving Victoria in the ally; confused and shaking.