AN: Seriously. Don't own, don't sue.

CHAPTER 2: CAT

Flying high, on the wings of eternity
See their shine through the eyes of the world
Flying high, away from reality
See their shine through the eyes of the world...

Flying High, Freedom Call

September 19, 2005

God, a lot of time has passed since I last wrote, ne? Before you decide to come at me with pitchforks, I swear, I can explain.

And it's a happy explanation too.

I'm serious!

Well, first off, it's cause I couldn't find time away from the prying eyes of the watchers, as they've been keeping a closer eye on us, but, let's ignore that for a while.

Alright, here it comes, ladies and gents, norms and… well… not-norms… hold on to your seats…

WE ESCAPED!!!!! WOOHOO!!!!!!!!

Seriously, though, we did! It took a long time, but we actually did!

I'm currently sitting on a tree trunk, breathing in the fresh air, on watch. Yeah, that part's not so fun, but you know, you can't have everything. I wouldn't mind some more fish, though. Mmmmmm, fish. It's a common food, since all of us like it. Even Murray, little Miss Priss, Her (Merciful – especially when she's in a bad mood) Highness, That Bitchy Old Blonde (my personal favorite nickname for her; I think it fits), Pickiness Incarnate, likes it. And let me tell you, that's something.

Soooooo, anyways, I'm getting off track. Here's the recap (even though the whole story will take two entries, with the more action-y, escape-y part taking place in the second part…):

~*KA-POW*~

So, it all started when I was bored.

And I mean really bored. Like, really really bored. You know, when it feels like your brain is going to leak out of your skull like melted ice cream just so it'll have something to do? Yeah, that's what it felt like. Hell, I was ready to order those metalheads to test something out on me just so I didn't die of sheer boredom. Yes, I was that desperate. I know, pathetic, right?

Well, you know what they say. Be careful what you wish for, or you might end up regretting it.

Boy, did I ever.

I mean, seriously. So, I finally managed to go to sleep, and I was having this fucking AWESOME dream involving an oversize tub of ice cream, a giant spoon, and one very happy Cat (no pun intended). And oh my god, there was cherries and chocolate sauce mixed with strawberries and caramel, and oh holy fuck the whipped cream...

Needless to say, I was in Hellcat Heaven.

Which was why I was muy pissed when those ugly hunks of flesh they're passing off as Daggerteeth nowadays woke me up. Seriously, haven't they ever heard of tact?

Gentleness?

Quiet?

Anything like that?

Hmm? Can anyone answer that question? Oh, me! Pick me!

The answer is abso-fuckin'-lutely not.

You know what those bastards did? Huh? Huh? No? Well, let me tell you, had I been Murray, those damn metalheads would be quite a few Daggerteeth shorter. But, since I wasn't, the Daggerteeth were just a few eardrums shorter.

Oh well, not like it mattered. They could always regenerate them. Oops, I forgot. They can't!

Let me tell you, that made my victory all the sweeter. Knowing they'd be forever just a few decibels short of deafness was just the fucking icing on the cake.

And damn, did it feel good!

Well, it did until they decided that losing their eardrums paled in comparison to losing their heads as they undoubtedly would if they didn't bring me (see? I told you I would end up regretting my wish) to the labs for some, and I quote, 'super important secret meeting thing.'

Yeah, soooooo not gonna be anything more than lackeys. Or simply hunks of meat that are useful when convenient.

So yeah. They just, like wrenched me out of my cage, which was way to small, let me tell you. Hmph. Rude much?

Basically, it happened like this: They pissed me off. I fought. They fought back. I lost. Get the picture?

Well anyways, I got thrust into this fucking cage that was waaay too small, like so much smaller than my old one. I mean, really? I could barely cramp myself into it, and I'm actually pretty skinny and flexible. So yeah. It sucked. Anyways, I looked around.

My flock/pack/pride/clan/family/group/whatever-the-fuck-we-are was staring back at me. Oh hell no, I remember thinking. Now they've done it. Because, you know, I'm get super-pissed when people hurt the other four. I've been told I'm very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very possessive and territorial, in animal terms. Nobody hurts my family and gets away with virgin ears. And that's if I don't have the power or ability to rip them from limb to limb. So when I saw ice grey-blue eyes, a flexibly contorted body, long blonde hair, and dark tan skin, I was overly pissed. So, I did what I always do to release steam when I'm really mad…

I swore up a storm.

"Those -censored- -censored-! What the -censored- -censored-burnt -censored- did they -censored- do! Why in the -censored- seven -censored- are we even -censored- here! -censored-, somebody tell me what the -censored- are we -censored- doing here before I find a way to rip those -censored- -censored- sons of -censored- -censored- little -censored- -censored- apart!" I ranted, baring slightly-longer-than-average fangs that were growing longer and longer. The angrier I got, the larger they grew, until they were the same size as a saber tooth tiger's. My near invisible whiskers that lay flat on my cheeks stiffened and thickened, popping out so that they were clearly visible against the burnt bronze of my cheeks.

"Cat, calm down… you're starting to freak out Ember…"

That was Tan. He, as always, was trying to protect his younger but nonetheless closest friend.

His words did have some calming effect, though. I felt my pupils fluctuating, narrowing into slits then receding back to their circular human shape. My fangs receded somewhat, though they were still a little larger than normal, and my whiskers thinned, making them much less visible than before. They didn't, however, disappear completely. I thought I had quite commendable self-control, taming the anger so quickly, but apparently no one was impressed.

Hmph. They're just jealous.

Of my super-awesome pouting and ignoring skills, which, by the way, totally beat Murray's. And she's the one who can seduce mass quantities of males by just flashing a smile and tugging her top a bit.

So yeah. I'm quite proud of my pouting skills. As I said before, they're just jealous.

And blind.

And jealous.

And blind.

Well, I should hurry up writing, because I'm pretty sure that once this gets published or something like that, you all don't want to be just bored by my ramblings on life, sooooo…

Yeah.

But like I was saying, we were all pissed at being locked up. It took a good two weeks of begging it out of the kinder, more maternal metalheads and watchers (Tan and Em), sneaking around and listening to current gossip then deciphering it (me, obviously), seducing the young, naïve interns into spilling all the information (Murray – that should be a given. Damn long-lashed, blue-eyed blonde and her giant chest and incredible seduction skills. And no, I am not jealous), and provoking the Daggerteeth and older metalheads into it up as well as picking the locks on the 'Classified' cabinets (Locke) to find out why. And we were annoyed and still kinda pissed after we found out.

Turns out the AAA (All-American Avians) had broken into this compound and freed all of the mutants on the top level. Now, we already knew this, but it was how they did it that got us upset. There is a hole there that leads to the alleyway, under a sign? Really? And they couldn't have been considerate enough to maybe, oh, I dunno, actually rescue the kids first, find information via the Computer-Whisperer later? So they could find out information about the families the Mind Invader had already told them about? Seriously? The things we went through… we could have gotten out with the rest if they had broken them out just a smidge earlie –

Damn. Locke's giving me The Look – you know, the get-your-ass-into-a-comfortable-spot-and-go-to-fucking-sleep-NOW look. Are you kidding me? My watch is over already? I was getting to the good part! Seriously, pouting and whining here. Not out loud, of course, as Locke would slit my throat, but mentally, you know?

But anyways, back to topic. If they had brken them out just a smidge earlier… we would have all been home free.

Saviors of the world, my ass.

If they're – or, more specifically she's (don't give me that look, you know what I'm talking about) – our only hope, then this world is…

Utterly. Fucked.

(and roasted in deep shit, for that matter)

AN: Well, here's the second chapter. Sorry it took so long to get out, and being such a disappointment too. It's just a filler. The next one might not be out in a while, so... sorry.

Like I said before, this wasn't supposed to come out as Flock-bashing. Cat just has too much fun pointing out others failing, and tends to see the worst in people rather than sympathize with their motives. She doesn't exactly care about her origins, either, so she tends to make fun of those who do. She sees it that no matter what the circumstance, her parents abandoned her, and if they had any more common sense then they would have worked to find her harder. Nor does she understand the need others have to uncover their history. She's a bitch, yes, and a rather unsympathetic one at that.

Translation: Daggerteeth – Erasers. Also known as those wolf-man things that always seemed to chase Max wherever she goes.

Well, hopefully the next chapter will be better, and this sates your curiosity just a little while longer. Standard review policy applies. And even if you can't be bothered to leave a review, favorites and alerts are also loved. Cheers!

~Hallow