BPOV
BPOV
Too hungry. Hunger lashed at my belly, and I knew more would come if I didn't eat, so I ate. It was a scrawny mouse, so I guessed that my masters wouldn't mind. I took a huge bite of the mouse. Suddenly Vixen pounced on me angrily and pain lashed at my ear. I screeched and turned around.
Fox clawed my side while Steel the other. I struggled, and Raccoon held me down. My sides were all bright red, and I could barely see with the blood rolling onto my eyes. Pain engulfed me, and I wished I could die. I lay on the ground, panting, all bloody.
Fox tugged at my tail, and fiery pain shot up through my rump. It felt like it was going to fall of. Vixen dislocated my front leg again, and buried her muzzle into my chest. I though I was going to die.
Red pain was all I saw.
Red.
Black death gaining on me.
I shrieked and screamed, which startled two blackbirds from their nests. My eyes became wild and I hissed, spat and clawed.
Must … stop … pain!!
A hard paw slammed into my face. My mouth leaked out blood, staining the ground. Fox said, "Stop making her bleed. Then she'll loose too much blood."
I stopped shedding new quantities of blood, but it still hurt, because the 3 was slamming their bodies onto the reddest part of me, which is all of my body.
More red.
Blood.
Black blotches stained my blurry vision, and I felt like I was about to explode.
It was like I was being squeezed, stretched, ran over by a twoleg monster, being clawed in half and not breathing at the same time.
About to explode.
About to die.
Death approached my life, cackling, "Come here, sweet. One more, one more…"
I yowled, "No!"
Cold, slithering shadows, slowly curled up my petrified legs, and up my throat, into my mouth, freezing my insides.
I couldn't breathe…
I was going to die!
No…
Steel spat at my face and hissed, "Lets see you eat next time.
Raccoon removed her paws from my side, which left two unbloody marks of my fur. She meowed, "We should let her eat sometime, she won't be able to hunt for us."
Fox hissed. They retreated to their corners and left me there.
Black death retreated at the light for an instant, but he dimmed it with his shadows. He curled up black tendrils around my fur, squeezing… bringing blackness into me…
Then there was the fire. It burned my insides, making my scream. Raccoon rushed over, to see what happened. A new gush of blood flooded from a gash in my throat, making me choke. Red... Red... Red...
"She's dying!"
"What?"
"Bug!"
"Lilykit…"
The voices around me grew faint. Darkness engulfed my soul. The fiery pain was all I could see. Red, fire, red, fire, blackness…
I tried to cry out, but my mouth wouldn't move. I tried to get up, but my legs were petrified.
Black torture…
Red torture…
Vixen was nothing to this.
Black torture…
Fire! Fire! Fire!!
Why couldn't they see the fire, burning me from the inside out?? Why? Put it out! Water! Of course they wouldn't. My hatred grew and grew along with the fire. The pain grew numb, all I saw was blackness.
Then death. I knew I died. I knew I died, now a part of another world. I'm dead.
A white light appeared in front of my mangled body, and I slowly drifted towards it. Slowly… slowly…
A slender shape appeared in front of me, its pelt gleaming a silhouette from the light emitted behind.
Who?
A melodic and peaceful voice sounded from the cat.
"Do not worry, young one. I have come to give you another chance."
What??
"Use it wisely…"
The voice faded, and I drifted into darkness.