Woo more updates! I know it's been a while since I've updated this, but I finally got around to it. Yay~ Chapters are still kind of short though and they won't get longer until we get farther in the fic. Also, there's a point-of-view change in this chapter so it's not all told by Shilo. Hopefully, that transition will be quite obvious. And now, chapter three.
Chapter 3
I wasn't really sure how I was going to do it, but I was going to find a way to escape the house. Dad wouldn't let me out of my room so there was no hope of walking out the front door.
The only escape was through my window as I had searched every crack in my room to make sure there were no secret passageways. My only problem was the fact that my window was barred.
I went over to the window, looking through the bars yet again. Only the cemetery was visible, but I knew that beyond that was Death City, a place that might know of my mother. Dad had said that was where he met her – there had to be clues there about her, there just had to.
It was late at night so Dad was either working or sleeping. Hopefully that meant he wouldn't come to check on me anytime soon. Still, it didn't matter if I couldn't get out of this damn house.
With a weary sigh I leaned against the bars, pressing my weight heavily against the middle one. To my complete and utter surprise, the bar gave way and fell down on the window sill with a soft thud. For a moment I stared at it, wondering what had just happened. Upon further inspection, I realized the bars had rusted over the years – this one most severely – and upon growing so weak, had been easily removed.
For the first time, I could stick my head out and look down. There was just a lot of dirt on the ground. Unfortunately, I was on the second floor so it wasn't like I could leap out the window and begin my journey. No, life wasn't so kind to me.
Looking around my room, I gathered my bed sheets and tied them into a makeshift rope which I could use to climb down. I cautiously tied it to my bed post and threw the rest of it out the window.
As I gripped the cloth and stood up on the window sill, I realized what I was doing exactly. I was breaking the rules, I was rebelling, I was doing what Dad had told me to never do. I was breaking his heart.
My grip on the cloth tightened and I closed my eyes tight.
"I have to know," I told myself, "I need to."
With a quick intake air, I leapt from the window and fell down the side of the house, clinging to the rope for dear life. There were no windows beneath me luckily, so I didn't have to worry about Dad possibly seeing me.
The dirt felt weird against my feet – crumbly and grainy and, well, dirty. But it was good. It was different. This was new and it felt so right. I could hardly contain myself. So this was what other people felt. Though they probably didn't enjoy this texture, I scrunched my toes in it, savoring the feel.
I almost let out a shriek of happiness, but quickly remembered my father and stayed silent. I jogged over to the small picket fence that divided the house from the cemetery and prepared to hop it. The irony of a picket fence dividing a cemetery and my father's dreary looking house finally hit me and I made a quizzical look before turning my head to look back at the house.
That was when it hit me in the heart. I was going to hurt him so much. I loved him and was going to do the worst thing I possibly could.
"I'm sorry, Dad," I sighed, "But you won't tell me and I have to know… I love you."
With that, I hopped over the fence into my new life, bracing myself for whatever was going to hit me.
A small white cat with an unusually shaped tail trotted around Death City, hoping to find some scraps to eat. No one seemed to be in a giving mood however, much to the feline's disappointment.
He made his way to an alley, where he quickly hid before transforming into his human form.
The years had worn on him, but despite being in his forties he looked pretty well. His odd white hair with the black streaks through it always tended to catch someone's eye, so he wasn't exactly lonely. He had a longtime girlfriend he lived with (he didn't believe in marriage) and was perfectly content with that.
Still, having the ability to turn into a cat was a pretty handy way of getting a free meal, so he was rather disappointed there was no opportunity for one today.
As he looked out over the horizon, he saw that the moon had gotten fairly high in the sky, signaling that it was time he head home. He put his hands in his pockets and made his way back to his apartment.
While he walked, he began to think – a dangerous thing. He thought of his sisters, something he didn't exactly enjoy thinking about. One was crazy and the other… he didn't know.
After she got married, she seemed pretty happy and even got pregnant. Of course he was excited to have a little niece or nephew, but was worried about his brother-in-law. The guy was kind of strange and he didn't know if he'd be father material.
Around the time his sister was due, he went to visit them. Instead of being greeted by his sister, the door opened on its own. He could hear what sounded like screaming and crying and wondered if maybe his sister was having a homebirth.
However, upon further listening, the noise sounded deeper, more deranged, something that would belong to his brother-in-law. He had followed the noise downstairs to the basement only to find the man half-laughing half-crying about his wife. He'd had a large knife, so the other man was wise enough to quickly run away.
After that, he'd tried visiting the house again but no one ever answered. He'd seen his brother-in-law come and leave the house though, so he knew he was still there. Still, he didn't know what happened to his sister.
The man clenched his fists as he walked.
If he'd killed her… he knew the man was psychotic but he'd let them get married because they loved each other and he'd saved her life. But if he killed her, Heretsu would have his revenge. That was certain.
We have more characters! Finally! And in case you couldn't tell that was Heretsu in the second part, I added in there at the end. Also, that part was told from third-person. This fic will always either be told from third-person (he, she, they, we) or Shilo's perspective (I, my, me). And the plot thickens as well! Let's see what happens next!
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