I was aware of being in a bed.
I opened my eyes.
I was alone.
I opened my eyes again, and I saw Meric and Marcus there.
And a cat.
A black cat.
I pulled my hands to my head, and the bandage on my neck.
Meric was watching me, his eyes wide.
"Leave her be Dogs." Said the cat. He stood and walked up to me, rubbing around my side and laying down.
"Why don't you go back to the stars where you belong in the stars master Pounce." It was more of a statement then a question, Marcus was the one who said it.
The cat looked at Marcus and hissed.
"Mind your own business Marcus." Pounce said. "This is a matter of the stars." I looked at the purple eyed cat.
"The healers couldn't help you love." Marcus said, looking at me. My eyes looked at him. "They said that their magic wasn't able to touch you." I frowned, not able to understand.
"It is alright Kaylee." Pounce said, catching my attention with his sparkling eyes. "Healers can't touch you because of your birthmark."
"What do you mean?" I asked. Pounce licked his paws and started grooming himself.
"In time little kitten. In time." I looked at Marcus, who wasn't seeming to hear Pounce's words.
"Kaylee," Marcus said, looking me up and down. "We thought you were dead." I looked at him.
"What happened to you?" Meric asked. I was slowly thinking of what happened.
"I, I don't remember." I closed my eyes and clutched the side of my neck. "We start'd watch," I said. "And I saw t'at cove pocket pickin'." My voice was slurring into cesspool talk. "Th'ts all I 'member." Marcus was stunned. His eyes searching mine.
"You don't remember?" My eyes sank downwards. I shook my head.
Meric leaned forward.
" My eyes sank downwards. I shook my head.
Meric leaned forward.
"You were killed Kaylee. We saw it with our own eyes." I looked at him, so stunned I could barely breath.
"What?" Meric lost his head and stood, stalking from the bed, his emotions overwhelming him.
Marcus grabbed my hand and squeezed it.
"Kaylee," I looked at him, then at pounce. "You have been dead for three days." My eyes darted to Pounce.
"How was I dead?" I asked him. Pounce looked at Marcus.
"Explain to her Dog." That time Marcus heard him. He looked me in the eyes and started the story.
"We were in the street, when that pickpocket was there. You grabbed him and a rusher came up behind you, after five had cornered me and Meric. I saw a dagger thrust into your chest, and you dropped. The rushers dragged you to the gutters and dumped you in, where you flowed out to the sea." I subconsciously put a hand to my chest. Then looked down at my chest, I untied the neck line's string and pulled it down slightly. A fresh pink scare was rosy red right where my heart beat. My fingers traced the scare. Then looked up at him.
"I don't understand." I said plainly. Pounce looked at me with his purple eyes.
"Kaylee, this has happened before." I grabbed my side, the dark scare that had haunted me for most of my life.
"What do you mean master Pounce?" Marcus asked. I looked at Marcus, my eyes close to tears.
Then, I pulled up my shirt on the right side. There, light against my side was my childhood scare. It was large, and star shaped, with what had been ripped flesh staring out from the center.
"I was three." I said, seeing the wonder in his face. "I, I don't really remember what happened. Besides that it hurt. And that. And the-" My words froze in my throat. It had been the day that Beka Cooper had saved me, I had run, and I had fallen down after escaping her. Then. After the pain and the agony, it stopped. I had awoke three days later.
"I thought it was the tricksters miracle. Or that it had not been as bad as I first thought." Slowly I pulled the shirt back to cover my side. A cold chill in the air.
"And." Pounce said. I looked down.
"And, and." The pain in my words told Pounce I would not continue. He looked at Marcus and blinked, then told him in my place.
"She was only a babe, her parent's killed her and dumped her in the gutter. She has a cut on her throat. Where it was done." It was then I suppose that Marcus noticed the thin scare that traced my jawbone.
"How did she survive?" Marcus asked Pounce.
"It is a matter of the stars Marcus. Do not dawdle in it." Marcus stared at me, his eyes wide.
"My puppy is my matter, not the stars business." Pounce stood, walked over me and stood as big as he could.
"Leave it Dog." Pounce hissed.
