Live Up to Your Name
~Chapter 1~
The moon continued to cast its bright glow down on Shadow City as Smile made her way down the dirt path, stumbling here and there she ran over the dents and stones on the course. She smiled though, once she saw the dim lit cabin and a shadow moving inside. She walked up to the wooden door, knocking on it lightly. Everything seemed to stop. There was no longer the night sounds, no wind, no crickets, and most of all, no noise inside the house. Smile stood there, looking at the little lake that was beside Habit's house. Even that was quiet, and it was always filled with those noisy fish and frogs and whatever else lived there!
"Smile! My sweetheart!" The she-cat jerked her head towards the now open door, facing the orange and white tom. "Please, come on in! Make yourself at home!"
"Thanks, Habit," Smile slowly walked in, taking a seat on the soft, navy blue couch he had.
"So, what's up, sweetheart?" Habit asked, taking a seat by her, the same, familiar, sick and twisted smile on his face. "Why did my favorite, shy, sweet kitty decide to see me? The most vicious, dangerous, evil feline in the world?"
"Well, there's this fighting tournament coming up," started Smile, though Habit held up his paw, silencing her.
"I see!" he spoke, his smile growing even larger. "You're going to compete in it, and you need someone to train you! Someone to show you awesome moves and how to knock out some kitty with one punch! Isn't that right?"
"Well... actually, yeah. You summed it all up!" Habit laughed, nodding his head.
"Of course I did!" He got up, slowly pacing around the room, his fluffy tail swaying this way and that as he chuckled and looked around the living room, eying each and every knife and switchblade he owned. "You see, Smile, I know everything about you. Past life, present life, hell, I even know about your social security code!"
"Dude! C'mon! That's privet!" she hissed. Habit just laughed more, sounding a lot like an evil cackle the more Smile heard it.
"Oh, it's alright, sweetheart!" he cooed, earning a glare from her. "I won't tell what I know! Not to any other cat, and not to you~!"
"Whatever," Smile crossed her arms over her chest, still watching the tom slowly pace. "Are you gonna help me or not?!"
"Well, sweetheart," Habit started, finally stopping and wrapping his tail around his legs. "I will help! But if you piss me off, or try to hurt me, or even try to attack me, I will happily kill you. Ya know, maybe skin you alive, then while you're screaming in pain, pour salt or soap on your bleeding skin? Or... oh, I don't know... cut you up into pieces and force feed your flesh to you? I dunno! I'm just making these up off of the top of my head!"
"I promise I won't do anything that'll get me killed, Habit," she spoke, slowly getting up and making her way towards the door, the male following her. "Thanks for agreeing to train me. You're really helping a lot."
"Well, what're best friends for?" he asked, tilting his head, keeping that damned smile. Smile started to wonder if his cheeks were hurting. Though, when she looked into his bloody red eyes, she saw nothing but pleasure, sickness, death, and a broken soul.
"Yeah... I guess," Smile stood there for a few seconds, hypnotized by the white and orange cat's eyes. She swore that if she looked close and deep enough, she could see the reflections of screaming cats, all begging for help or mercy or just the sweet exit from life. They were all cut up. Some were missing their limbs. Some missing their eyes.
"Sweetheart, I know I'm fascinating, but it's not polite to stare!" Habit's gruff voice snapped Smile back into the dark reality. She shook her head, turning to open the door and walk out. Though, she did look back at Habit. She admired the outfit he seemed to adore. White t-shirt, light blue jeans, black wrist warmers, and a blue spike collar around his neck. He looked like such a nice and normal guy at first glance, but when you got to know him, that would be when all hell broke loose!
"Thanks again, Habit," Smile spoke, breaking away from thought again. "When do you want me to come back for training?"
"Tomorrow at midnight. It'll be the best time!" he told her, looking up toward the stars. "There's supposed to a meteor shower! It would great to train under them!"
"Awesome! See ya then!" The she-cat turned around and walked off, Habit watching her slowly disappear into the darkness.
"Such a sweetheart," he spoke in hushed voice as he went back inside his home. "So oblivious, too! Doesn't even know what's going to happen~!"