Cat Eyez
Disclaimer: I dunno anyone from Marvel...ya'll know the drill. Its my first fic...so dont make fun!! Enjoy and PLEASE RATE!
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The days events passed by before my eyes countless times in a matter of minutes while sitting in the darkness of my apartment. My yellow eyes blinking every so often due to dryness.
"Why?" I said to myself lowly. *Im the one who is always gettin into trouble. I'm the one who is forever standin up for myself an gettin into fights. Why the hell is my best friend gonna get herself killed for something I get away with all the time? It shoulda been me.*
I stood up and raised my arms above my head and walked over to my liquor table. I picked up a pack of cigarettes, Lauryn told me to quit, because I would live longer, and I would have...if she wasnt the one who got shot tonight. That was my girl, my best friend, she was the only one to ever understand me when I needed someone, and now she is gone. I picked one out of the pack lit it up and took a long deep drag. I poured myself a big glass of burbon and sat down in a plush velvet chair. The velvet engulfed my body and made me as warm as the burbon did.
My phone rang, so naturally I got up and went to answer it.
"Hello?" I said while inhaling deeply.
"Hey...how you doin?" a deep voice answered back.
"I've had better days, who is this? I aint in no mood for your shit." I said rougly back.
"Bitch you could be a bit nicer." The voice yelled at the other end.
"Yeah well, why dont you tell me where you are and we'll see how big of a BITCH I can be..."
"Im on the corna of 26th an Broadway...come an get me bitch." he said hanging up before I could say anything.
I rushed into my room and went into my closet. On the top shelf I have a metal box that I keep personal things in. Inside I have a couple of clips, and my .44. I picked it up, checked the clip (and had to replace it, I only had 4 rounds left) and pulled out my "Matrix" leather trench. Under it I had on a pair of tight red snakeskin pants and a dark red shirt with silver rhinestones embedded into a diamond on the front. I grabbed the keys to my NSX and ran out the door.
Obviously, I was furious. I dont believe I have ever been this mad...well since earlier in the day...at her funeral. I was just looking for trouble. I drove down the streets of Brooklyn in a fury...running through red lights, outrunning anyone who thought they could pass me. Finally I reached 26th and Broadway, all the way down the FUCK in Manhattan.
I didnt care if anyone saw me pop the kid. I jumped out of my car, went into the alley and said "Alright mothafucka...you told me to show my face...now where you at?" I said screaming into the dark cold alley. I stood with the cold steel locked in my right hand against my side. I heard someone walking down the other end of the alley. I saw him. He was a big ugly ass bastard. I just picked up my arm and pulled the trigger 5 times. Every bullet found its way into his flesh...one way or another. The last one hit him right in the forehead. I didnt even know if it was the guy on the phone or not. I didnt really care either. The next thing I heard was sirens wailing and seeing red and blue flashing before me. All of a sudden I saw a blue, furry arm wrap around my waist and bound for the other end of the alley, where a jet was waiting...
Disclaimer: I dunno anyone from Marvel...ya'll know the drill. Its my first fic...so dont make fun!! Enjoy and PLEASE RATE!
** indicate thought
The days events passed by before my eyes countless times in a matter of minutes while sitting in the darkness of my apartment. My yellow eyes blinking every so often due to dryness.
"Why?" I said to myself lowly. *Im the one who is always gettin into trouble. I'm the one who is forever standin up for myself an gettin into fights. Why the hell is my best friend gonna get herself killed for something I get away with all the time? It shoulda been me.*
I stood up and raised my arms above my head and walked over to my liquor table. I picked up a pack of cigarettes, Lauryn told me to quit, because I would live longer, and I would have...if she wasnt the one who got shot tonight. That was my girl, my best friend, she was the only one to ever understand me when I needed someone, and now she is gone. I picked one out of the pack lit it up and took a long deep drag. I poured myself a big glass of burbon and sat down in a plush velvet chair. The velvet engulfed my body and made me as warm as the burbon did.
My phone rang, so naturally I got up and went to answer it.
"Hello?" I said while inhaling deeply.
"Hey...how you doin?" a deep voice answered back.
"I've had better days, who is this? I aint in no mood for your shit." I said rougly back.
"Bitch you could be a bit nicer." The voice yelled at the other end.
"Yeah well, why dont you tell me where you are and we'll see how big of a BITCH I can be..."
"Im on the corna of 26th an Broadway...come an get me bitch." he said hanging up before I could say anything.
I rushed into my room and went into my closet. On the top shelf I have a metal box that I keep personal things in. Inside I have a couple of clips, and my .44. I picked it up, checked the clip (and had to replace it, I only had 4 rounds left) and pulled out my "Matrix" leather trench. Under it I had on a pair of tight red snakeskin pants and a dark red shirt with silver rhinestones embedded into a diamond on the front. I grabbed the keys to my NSX and ran out the door.
Obviously, I was furious. I dont believe I have ever been this mad...well since earlier in the day...at her funeral. I was just looking for trouble. I drove down the streets of Brooklyn in a fury...running through red lights, outrunning anyone who thought they could pass me. Finally I reached 26th and Broadway, all the way down the FUCK in Manhattan.
I didnt care if anyone saw me pop the kid. I jumped out of my car, went into the alley and said "Alright mothafucka...you told me to show my face...now where you at?" I said screaming into the dark cold alley. I stood with the cold steel locked in my right hand against my side. I heard someone walking down the other end of the alley. I saw him. He was a big ugly ass bastard. I just picked up my arm and pulled the trigger 5 times. Every bullet found its way into his flesh...one way or another. The last one hit him right in the forehead. I didnt even know if it was the guy on the phone or not. I didnt really care either. The next thing I heard was sirens wailing and seeing red and blue flashing before me. All of a sudden I saw a blue, furry arm wrap around my waist and bound for the other end of the alley, where a jet was waiting...