Hello people! This is my new fanfic called Thunderstruck, a rewritten version of my other fanfic.
But you don't have to read the other one, do what you want.*shrugs uncertainly*
Anyway, because this is the first chapter, I won't delay you any further.
Sooo... onto the story!
O.o.O
Reina Santiago didn't want to go home that night.
Why?
Because of the sudden urge of wanderlust.
She breathed inwardly. The breath was sharp, causing her to take in the scent of rain that was damp in the air, most likely about to start up again soon.
Wanderlust; A strong urge or desire to travel the world. It was in the name, but tonight...she just felt...restless. Like she had to do something. And she did. She used up some of her untouched savings to get her hair dyed. She couldn't exactly regret it, but she really wished she hadn't sat in that salon chair for an two hours for a bit of blonde. Now, a long streak of golden blonde just barely brushed her shoulders.
As she turned her eyes to the sky, she noted the lack of stars, but the string lights barely made up for it.The street's of this city always look nicer at midnight.
And they did. Bright lights illuminated through the streets and darkened buildings, glittering like stars, dimly enhanced by the moonlight.
(She still thought stars were better, compared to neon city lights )
Her rosy lips parted, a quiet stream of lyrics flowing."The more I fight, the more I work, the more I dig into the dirt. To be fed up, to be let down, to somehow turn it all around-" She spun around, stopping to avoid collision with preoccupied pedestrians. "but then fate knocks me to my knees, and sets new height's beyond my reach.
Her ears pricked as she picked up loud shouts and conversations of teenagers and adults alike resonating in response to the high energy felt in the area. The girl let out a small smile as a small boy was bounding up and down on the sidewalk near her, clearly eager to go somewhere. Reminded her a bit of herself, with all the not redirected energy bursting within her. The poor mother was holding onto a multitude of bags, dropping them as she scrambled to pick them up.
The woman had dark, ginger colured hair, paired with silver-gray eyes, deciding was rather pretty. She had a dark blue jean jacket, over a white flowing sundress and grey sandals.
"Excuse me," The seventeen year old said, lightly grasping onto the little boy's shoulders who collided against her. "Do you need any help?" (It was always better to ask then to help and someone assume you're stealing from them) Teenagers were accused of so much these days. Drugs, alcohol, other 'questionable' actions. She cringed, feeling her heart twinge with disgust. I hate alcohol.
The woman appeared flustered, embarrassed at the actions of her son before nodding gratefully as Reina bent to pick up the fallen groceries. "Thank you dear," The young mother then turned to look down at the boy with a mock-glare. "And you! Stop running on the sidewalks! How many times have I told you not too?!?"
The admittedly adorable dark-brown haired boy seemed take it to heart, ticking off his small fingers. "Um...this many?" She looked down to see him holding out a hand before crouching down in front of him.
"Want to know something?" She whispered, amber eyes slightly shadowed by the brim of her black sunhat. He nodded excitedly, not noticing the mothers exasperated groan. As he peered up closer at her, he gasped, eyes sparkling with childlike joy.
"Kaa-chan! Her eyes are so pretty! It's like the m-marigold floers in the pawk!" The boy had a slight lisp when he spoke, and some words seemed more difficult than others to word out, she noted. And he said Kaa-chan? Wasn't that japanese for 'mother'? He had looked asian, although his mother did not, from her husband maybe?
Snapping out of her analyzing, she ruffles his hair, flashing a small smile at him for the compliment. At least he doesn't think my eyes are creepy.
After that, he felt his thumb being pushed down by a tanned finger as he blinked curiously. "You're thumb doesn't count as a finger, because it's just a thumb." She talked slower, not because he was a child, but so he could process her words. When he did, he looked down at his hand in an observing way, nodding along with her.
Releasing his hand, she stood up to give the plastic bags to his now amused mother.
She gave the two a wink, tipping her hat down at the child, bowing in a curtsy.
When she turned to walk away, the woman had called back to her, concern evident in her tone. "Will you be alright? You're very nicely dressed and it's rather dark out, I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."
In a strange way, she wished for excitement, for something to happen. Certainly not what the woman was speaking of, of course.
She looked down, surveying her appearance. She had on a black romper that was styled like capri pants at the bottom tied with ribbons, sheer black material at the top. Gold bangles jingling on both of her wrists. On her head, there was black sunhat was placed on her short wavy black hair, with a newly dyed single streak of yellow blonde. Her shoes were black, short, gladiator sandals with a small heel.
What she was wearing was casual, right? Besides...
The blonde-streaked girl patted the heavy white tote bag on her shoulder. "I have pepper-spray and am capable of defending myself, so I'm alright." At the very least, she was grateful for the concern. Most (not all) people were always so caught up with themselves that they don't even notice the entire world around them. It was hard to find people who cared for your actual well being then to ignore it and move on as if it never happened.
The ginger-haired woman nodded approvingly. "Alright, be careful." She paused momentarily before apologizing suddenly in remembrance. "I haven't introduced myself, I'm sorry! My name is Joanne Takahashi!"
So I was right. The amber-eyed girl nodded. She moved and walked a few feet away, not seeing the woman's surprise. She then turned to give a two-fingered salute, calling out her name.
"The name's Reina! Reina Santiago!"
"It was nice meeting you dear! And thank you!" Joanne waved with a smile. Her son slipped out from behind her, cupping his mouth to yell out something to the girl.
Understanding dawned on her as she waved back at him in thanks for his kind words. As she strode away, a small smile started to quirk on her glossed lips. I guess children really aren't that bad after all.
Santiago-san...has a really nice voice! He had said, stumbling a bit on the words.
Hmmmm... She supposed this was her third good deed for the day.
Wait..that came out wrong.
Reina, ever since she was young, had a habit. It was more of a challenge or game for herself. It tested her patience, emotional skills, and her ability to socialize, not that she was any good at that.
She knew the world would someday fall to shambles, and no one ever took the time of day to notice their surroundings. More often than not, their faces were glued to their phones, or calls or something.
Quite frankly, it irked her.
Now...What to do, what to do? She walked slowly, taking in all the sights. Reina twirled the blonde strand between her fingers, eying the large cafe, filled to the brim with people.
Ah yes, rebellion never looked so good.
Exiting the cozy place, she left with an iced coffee and two vanilla cupcakes. The bag crinkled beneath her hand as she shifted, trying to balance her tote bag and other bag. In doing so, her eye glanced to the side, catching a hint of something dimly sparkling. A necklace?
She rubbed her eyes. Once, twice, thrice, before concluding what she was seeing was real.
The lights from nearby traffic and apartments did nothing to clear the dark streets. Passerbys stared at her weirdly before going about their business as she slowly walked deeper into the alleyway. Pinching her nose, she shined the light emmitting from her phone. She was right, it was a necklace, but it was on something... It's too dark to see.
(Admittedly, thinking back it was stupid of her to go into a dark alleyway were someone could sneak up on her.)
As she gazed forward, her body stiffened suddenly.
It was a cat...
A very well taken care of cat.
The black, glossy, sheen of it's fur, the white rounded trimmings of it's nails... astounded her to say the very least. How the animal was clean in a place like this, she had no clue. Except.. it was wearing what looked to her to be a crystal stone embedded in a gold collar. It's next collar caught her eye the most, a pure silver colour with a black plated charm hanging off. Written in what looked to be a chinese character in white.
... And while a tad bit strange, that wasn't what unnerved her to no end.
It's eyelids had been closed, but when they opened...
The weirdest thing... was that it had the same colored eyes as her. Hers was a strange mix, one of startling golden amber, with hints of dark yellow in the center, barely noticible. Her eyes were by any means not normal. Especially by genetics; her mother had dark brown eyes, and her biological father from what she remembered had dark, ashen gray too. Her mother said it could have been from her distant grandmother, but she was well past the age of living. And even if that was true, why was it practically yellow gold?
So nobody, not even a cat, should have the same kind of eyes she had.
Luminous orbs clashed with each other, one curious and a hiss of interest.
Wait... hissing?
It was... feral. The cat's eyes slit into purer, brighter, gold, glowing fiercly and hissing at her to leap out. One glance and it already saw how she had her eyes trained on the collar. Was it protecting the collars? They was valuable, sure, but what for? Sentimentality?
It...that actually makes sense. I was never good with animals, no wonder the thing is hissing at me.
Reina could safely say that she had never had a pet in her life because they avoided her like the plague. In elementary school, their class had cajooled the teacher into buying them a class pet, which was a small goldfish. Whenever she got near it, however, it had swam away, it's black, beady eyes looking at her with apprehension. She didn't do anything either, and it's not like she could if she wanted too.
She knew a small encounter shouldn't have been enough to solidify those kinds of thoughts, but what else could she think?
Her heeled feet moved backwards, feeling of condensation of the cup and sweat on her palms make the coffee slip out of her hand, the plastic lid bursting against the concrete to enevitably splotch and splatter around the sidewalk and her cheek.
Splat!
Ice and milky coffee hit the ground, the cold cup rolling away to abandon the drink. She tore her eyes away only to be stunned at the sight before her. It was the cat, lapping away at the coffee slowly and then pausing to take in the taste of it.
As then it straightened, holding itself proudly and regally, cocking it's head at her as if it were too important to be in her presence. Reina smirked, a bit like herself in that manner, only less stuck-up. What a prideful thing. Gold and amber regarded each other cooly.
"Well," She started, feeling her heart rate start to dial down. Honestly, getting afraid of a cat, she was really loosing her touch.
Reina bent down to pick up the cup away from it. She was a little disappointed, the cold drink wasted, but it was no use crying over spilled milk, only in this case it was 'spilled coffee'. "Aren't you a rather strange cat?" She moved closer, reaching out to brush the black sleek coat of the cat. So soft. Surprisingly, he hadn't hissed at her again, only purring in contentment and relentlessness.
( Yes, he. She finally figured out that it was a male and not female, just from the unfortunate view of it's back side)
"What are you doing in an alleyway anyway? Someone leave you behind to?" The tinge of bitterness in her tone didn't escape the cat's ear as she let out a small laugh.
She got up, streching out her arms above her, faintly hearing the sigh dissatisfaction. "It's not like it's any of my business anyway."
He stopped, eyes narrowing in slight interest. Reina picked up on that and gave a warning look to the cat. "Don't think you're getting something out of me that easy." The cat's lip jutted forward, reminicint of a...
"Are you pouting?" Reina asked incredulously at the jewel-bearing feline in front of her.
He turned his head to the side with a huff. She scoffed, tilting her head up to the midnight blue sky. With a sigh, she lowered her head, sending the cat a considering look. "Do you.. have an owner?" As soon as the cat gave her somewhat of an amused, she at her stupidity. "Right, Reina, cat's can't talk."
Reina bit her lip, what was she going to do now? Her features morphed into one of contemplation, trying to figure out the best course of action. Should I take him to an animal shelter? No, he would just be stuck there forever. She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she watched the cat lean down to taste more of her coffee. Hell, it probably wasn't good for cat's to be drinking that sort of thing, even if there wasn't much coffee in it. I can't very well take him home.
She could almost picture it, feeling her feet pace around in a mocking way. 'Reina, it's bad to bring home strays, foolish, foolish, girl.' 'Honestly, it's a wonder how you're mother put up with you before I came along.' She felt her nose twitch upwards in disgust. "What a wretched man," she muttered. He never fails to occupy my thoughts, even if he's not around.
The golden orbed girl closed her eyes. Crossing her arms, she gave the cat a half-lidded expression. "Well? Where would you want to go? I could imagine living in this alleyway isn't very...pleasant." The place had garbage everywhere, the smell fumigating the area with musk, mold, and rotting. She shuddered deciding to now breath in through her mouth than her nose.
The slick-furred black animal circled around her carefully, sniffing her every now and then before pawing at the pastry bag. Probably the best thing he's smelled in a while. She lifted it out of reach at his indignant meows. "I know you can't understand me, so..." The cat showed off his pointed teeth at her suddenly as she made awkward gestures. "Well, I'm no good at this." She let out a breath, dragging her hand over her face.
Reina stepped out of the alleyway, gesturing at the bright light beyond it. He took tentative steps, paws padding against the grimy concrete and only stopping to stare at her with question. instead, she slipped off her hat, shaking out her black and blonde hair. Her lips tugged upwards at his yelp and seeing the lightweight object settle on his head. It was too large, and he had to push the floppy hat up to see over the brim, his golden eyes blinking in surprise.
She placed her index finger to her lips, eyes shining at the animal. Taking short strides, she lowered her voice to the barest of whispers. "I didn't want people staring at you weird, so I'll take it off later." Infact, people were already cooing at the animal, saying the hat and cat were positively adorable and well-taken care of.
She snorted, eyes trained forward at the stop light. When it turned into the walking symbol, she strode quickly as the cat caught up with bouncing strides. Inhaling, the scent of humidity filled her nose instantly. Rain water, she confirmed.
Drip...drip... drop!
The cat seemed to have sensed it, clawing away at the sky at the clouds rolling in faster. She leaned down to scoop the cat up in her left arm, and dug into her bag to grab her currently downsized umbrella in the right.
Pop!
Reina's thumb clicked the button, extending it above her and the cat. The hat wouldn't do much at this rate, rain soaking through it to make it heavier. She sat down on the concrete, swinging her legs under the small railings to let them dangle off the cliff edge. Arm folded to rest on the rails, she held the umbrella in her other hand and set down her pastry bag on the ground right next to her. She didn't want the water to
The place she was at? A nice little place called Cañonera. Well, that was the name she gave to it.
It surprisingly didn't have a name, so most called it like they saw it. But the sign on the side just said 'beach area below' which was rather boring.
Cañonera, or literally 'railgun' was an electromagnetic pulse of energy propelled by a projectile (or something). In the beginning, she named it that because of the lightning strikes that frequented the area as they crashed against the sea. Of course, she had some type of self-preservation so she left before it could actually get the chance to hit her.
Now she always thought of the 'rail' part coming from the short railings seperating you from falling a painful drop.
It was a long, long, way down... and below was only sparkly sea water. The winding steps on the other side led to the beach, but underneath her dangling feet? Complete water, illuminated by the light of the hanging, milky, white moon.
And despite the vantage point, the place was actually really popular. But nobody dared venture there at night, in fear of the ridiculous urban legends surrounding it and the fact that you couldn't see anything. Ridiculous meaning... that a ghost that petrified people existed. So either it was a rumor, or it actually existed. She was betting on the former, rather than the latter.
Reina sighed, hearing the rain come to an achingly slow stop. The soft pitter patter had calmed her nerves, and now she no longer felt like wandering. Instead she just felt...tired. A surpressed yawn alerted the cat, as he stopped clawing away at the confection bag.
He meowed loudly, as she let out a breathy laugh mixed with a dragged out yawn. "Fine fine, are cat's always so impatient? I don't even think cat's should be eating stuff like this anyway." Her grumbles were for naught as she passed him the small treat.
She held it curiously, inspecting it as the cat beside her dove in with no hesitation. She let a smile tug on her lips at the style and design. It's really good.
She didn't choose what she wanted, the words 'pick whatever' coming out of her mouth before she could stop it. It wasn't common, but the Barista had done it anyway without question. The cupcake liner was silver, and the cake a pure vanilla white colour. Frosting wrapped around the top in a spiral of white with shimmer, decorated with edible gold and silver stars. She placed a silver star on her tongue, tasting vanilla. These aren't normal sprinkles, did they make them?
Darn shame to eat, because it was pretty and simple.
"Hey, slow down. At least admire the beauty of it before ruining the thing," Reina admonished, pausing to see him lick frosting off his paws and claws with satisfaction. He gave her a sly glance, claws swiping at her playfully. Trying to say she wasn't concerned with herself was an understatement. More along the lines of,"I'm having a one sided conversation with a cat".
She ignored the sudden hissing of he cat, unwrapping the foil with ease. She took a bite, letting her pearly white teeth sink into the fluffy dessert. The frosting was What she hadn't realized until it was too late, was the silent steps behind her. Her ears twitched, turning around quickly at the sound to the right. No one was there.
She twisted her body as much as she could from her seat, only to see someone a fair distance away wearing dark clothing. The musty smell of smoke filled her nose as her nose wrinkled. Ugh.
Faint rattling of chains filled her ears and with a pang of dread, it dawned on her as she eyed the glint of silver. Chain belts, the body shifted, a dark gloved hand reaching out to twirl a glinting object between it's fingers. The moonlight shone on them, revealing the object of polished silved. And a knife.
She desperately tried to slow down her pounding heartbeat, trying to use the navy umbrella to shield herself further. Stay calm, panic does nothing. That was one of the first things her mother had instilled in her. 'Don't panic; and in return, you'll find yourself in a better state of mind.' Yeah, right. Her hand clasped around the small mouth of the sudden hissing of the male cat. Reina let out a small groan of pain as warmth dripped out of her palm in rivulets. Blood, she clamped her hand tighter, noticing the cat start to settle down and stop squirming. The bite is shallow, but I'm not taking any chances. She was most definitely going to go to the hospital after this ordeal.
If you even make it out alive, a small whisper at the back of her mind cackled.
"Hey." The voice was that of sick pleasure. Male, she identified. Her stomach twisted,feeling the churning of what she had previously eaten want to come back up. " Girl, what are you doing in our territory?" Must have seen my sandals, there was no other way they could have assumed her gender of all things.
A bubble of irritation rose within her. A soft, haunting chuckle escaped her as her darkly lined eyes narrowed, all worry forgotten. "Your territory? That's quite funny, seeing as I don't see your name on the sign." Her silent anger only grew as she heard the demeaning laughter of the others. All of them are male, that much she could tell.
"Does she know what she's getting into?" A pitied sigh.
"Hasn't she heard the rumors?" A rapt whisper.
"Boss, why can't we just take her now? She's not armed." The last voice had a certain tone of desperate glee.
Her lip curled upwards in disgust at the last comment. She was well aware of both meanings, not that she would ever offer them something of that degree in return for them not to kill her. It was a horrible flaw, to have so much pride to not want to live in exchange of abandoning your in dignity.
"You, take me?" Her tone grew shrill into one of faux-fear and innocence. Not that they would discern the two. "Oh my, how utterly frightening!" Her eyes were still trained on the glistening water beneath her. Her unoccupied hand reached into her tote bag, resting the umbrella in the crook of her elbow, covering her movements entirely. Her grip tightened on the object, the faint tiny click of the can opening ringing in her ears. Got it.
The shadow of the umbrella blew away at his hand, casting shining moonligh over her. His heavy footsteps grew closer and before she could move cold metal was poised against her neck. "Girl, I won't ask again." The blade dug into the nape of her neck further, making an indentation on her tanned skin. She flinched, gritting her teeth to suppress a cry. "Why are you here? It's clearly passed your bedtime."
Her head was bowed, arm moving ever so slightly to move the cat. Her chin was roughly grabbed to look him in the eye, catching the widening of his.
"You've got quite the pair of eyes girl, got a name?" Reina eyed the man, taking in his features. Dark hair and eyes, early 30's maybe? Not very old, but most definitely the leader.
"Yes actually," He never knew she was stalling, waiting. "One that you will never have the pleasure of hearing, either." She felt the blade dig deeper, feeling something wet dripping against her skin. I have one shot, the metal felt burned to her, stinging with a faint line on peach toned skin. She turned quickly, the man not catching her movements and the blade slid across her skin. She brandished the item, swinging her legs from underneath the rails to jump into a crouch.
Hisssss! A low, silent hiss emerged from the object as the man stumbled back with a string of curses. He rubbed his eyes furiously, burning spreading throughout his irises. Tears streamed down his closed eyes before he opened them slightly as to not get more of the substance in his dark orbs. He looked over with blurred eyes, sticky yellow covering his vision. He cursed loudly, gripping the knife tighter. He lunged at her, not missing a beat in his barrage of swings. "You bitch!"
Reina winced as she jumped to the side with a roll, grabbing the black cat in her hands. He's becoming reckless! The sound of her bag tearing made her almost let out a groan as the sight of her things fell out with a clean, slashing sound. She dropped the canister, reaching into her back pocket for a sleek, black, weapon. His vision was impaired, meaning his attacks would be more and more- left, right!- She twisted her body into a crouch position once more, a step causing her to fall back.
The cat in her hands jumped and landed on the concrete with perfect poise. He gave her wide eyes, cocking his head behind her in warning with a loud meow and outstretched paws. Her eyes widened, large pairs of arms restraining her. She pushed away from the men, feeling her head slam against the railing and blood gush down her mouth. A thick stream of blood trained down her nose and temple. Another slam. Again, and again and again. S..stop it. Her head felt like it was about to burst open.
Her head spun as her vision became spotted with black dots. Her gold eyes weren't even open as a faint crackling sound filled her ears.
She pushed off the ground as she was suddenly roughly pulled up by her chin, a slow, derogatory, smirk creeping on their faces. "Girlie, you shouldn't have done that to our boss, so I think a little..."A lanky one trailed off into a leering grin, flashing yellowed teeth at her. A buzz filled her ears again, only more sharp. "Punishment, is in order." A black thing was shoved in front of her face, all fur and glowing eyes. "Starting with him."
Him? Reina knit her brow in concentration, tasting a metallic, rich flavor on her tongue heavily. Blood... my blood. Her eyes shifted into focus, eyes sparking brightly in realization and unbridled fury. They wouldn't-"Don't you dar-"
"Too late, Sweatheart~" She knew the familiar sound...it was her taser.
Her heart pounded irregularly, fear of the animal filling her mind. How cruel... Her fist tightened in her held back arms, Large crackling resonated beside her, causing her to release short breaths. She couldn't think straight, and doubted she ever would again. It was like a spiraling migraine, coming at her one minute then leaving her at peace for another. I think I have severe head trauma, followed by copious amounts of blood loss. Reina was no doctor, but she wasn't an idiot.
She watched the trance with crimson liquid dropped to the ground. Such a beautiful yet dangerous colour.
Drip...drip...drip...
His hand lifted slowly, cackling at her expression. "You had so much fire, where did it all go?" He mocked. Her back arched as she was shoved against the edge of the land, arms behind her and only a metal, short railing from keeping her falling. The scent of sea breeze and humidity calmed her, even as rocks and dust crumbled beneath her feet.
"But...I've changed my mind!"
Ambered eyes gave him a deadly look, not in the mood for mind games. Her eyes were drowsed, closing every split second but figting to keep herself awake in an attempt to get herself out of this situation. Focus! If you go unconscious now, heaven knows what they'll do later!
"I'll taser you, and the cat gets the ocean! How does that sound!" It's official. In her eyes, this man was completely psycho! And she thought he was the most normal looking out of the bunch. Guess you really can't judge by covers, huh?
"...You are a sick and twisted person who will burn someday in the greatest depths of hell, " Reina groaned in utter pain, spine bending against the cool metal awkwardly. He gave her a frown in return, relishing her shrieks of pain internally.
"You're no fun," He pouted, gaining worried glances from the other men as. "But..." His voice morphed into something more sinister, losing the childishness that was displayed previously. "You are becoming more and more boring in my eyes." The barred metal of the taser jerked up her chin, seeing the night sky above.
A flash of gold alerted her immediately, seeing the feline grabbed by the scruff of his neck. His claws lashed out and swiped at the man, charm smacking him in the face. "Ugh," He gave the black cat a look of disdain. "You reek, so just go and...take a bath," His hand was already dangerously close to the edge, and her shout alone could not stop him from his next actions.
"Don't-!" Closer, and closer.
Fwoosh!
The man had yanked the gold colar of the black cat's neck, tossing him into the abyss of water below. Reina screamed reaching backwards to try and grasp the cat's tail, only to miss by a second. The feline slipped out of her hold, golden, surprised eyes staring back at her.
"And don't think I've forgotten about you."
Tick, tock.
She froze, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck raise. The crackle garnered her attention, before her vison slid out of focus again before shifting. Her head pounded, irises dilating rapidly. One... last.. She jerked forward, catching the man by surprise and taking back the golden collar. She then leaned back and took a breath, eyes narrowed at the quickly descending animal. Cat's cant swim...but I can.
Reina's hand gripped the rails, head leaned back as blood dripped down. Her hands twisted, arching her body back into a flip as she went over the rails in a single action.
It was the single most stupid thing she had done, and the smallest part of her regretted it, the part that wanted to live. She knew life came and went, and could now say that her life was flashing before her eyes. She remembered the last time she saw her mother, the last time she snuck out of her house, her father.
But there's a small part of her that was glad she was dying, she wasn't an idiot, anyone could tell that life was slowing leaving her. Blood was flowing out of her quickly, from her head. Her vison was blurring too much, with black clouding her peripherals.
Her body collided into the animal she wanted to help, strangely enough. The cat scowled at her, but she couldn't quite tell. But then, the scowl softened into something she couldn't recognize. She could feel the collar being taken from her clenched palm, only to be lightly clasped around her neck. The weight settled against her skin uncomfortably and she tugged on it.
"Idiota," Reina muttered incoherently, reaching up to tug it harder. "I'm only dying faster now thanks to you." Her blood felt stilted, not flowing anymore. Her eyes trailed down, feeling the rushing of wind in her ears and head. The raidiant ocean she always admired was getting closer.
Their eyes pierced one another for the last time.
"Hey, I always wanted to know," Reina trailed off, eyes closing for the last time. Her new collar clinked against the charm of the feline. It sounds like my tuning forks. A familiar sound, one that was oddly comforting. A silver glow emanated from them, but neither noticed. He meowed in acknowledgement, but would never get to hear it.
Splash!
Water flooded her lungs and ears as she heard rumbling sound start up into the sky. Her strange question repeated again and again, not being answered.
Do cat's really have nine lives?
The clock struck midnight with the sea dyed red.
End.