A/N: Yep, I've not forgotten about this story. I just needed to get the other contest fics I'm working on finished before I continued. And I don't think I can manage to slide past on the T rating anymore...I'll keep it here anyways, yet I'm warning you now that this is the most graphic death of the story. If you didn't like the stretching spell, you won't like this one, so skip over the second half of this chapter. Yep. Creepy chapter. I like all the reviews I've gotten, and I'd love it if you readers would continue reading, and tell me quickly how my try at horror is. If you think my try at horror sucks, then you might as well tell me. I won't stop this story, yet I'll prolly not try horror for a while until I can actually take it...Yes, I utterly hate horror, yet I'm writing horror. Enough author's note! Read, review and all that jazz.
The Witch's Cat
Chapter 3
"Cori! Wait!" I heard Jemima call from behind me. As much as I didn't want her involved, I slowed down and waited for her to catch up. She was confused, that I could tell without my abilities, yet there were some other emotions rolling inside her that I couldn't make out.
"I thought I said I didn't want you involved," I said softly.
"You said you won't let me get involved. Well, I'm getting involved anyways," Jemima said. She placed her paw on my shoulder and looked up at m. I took a deep breath, relishing the feel of her touch and how she was so close to me.
Do you really want her dead? The Witch's Cat whispered in my head.
No. She won't listen though, I replied testily.
Then I'll help her listen, the Witch's Cat said. I felt my eyes go wide and I tried to run away from Jemima, having a sneaking suspicion as to what she would do to Jemima. My feet didn't listen to me, and I felt my claws unsheathe, sounding twice as loud and menacing as they normally did.
"Cori?" Jemima asked, backing up slightly. "What's wrong?" She looked up at me, trying to find the answer in my eyes.
"I'm sorry lady-love," the Witch's cat said through me. I tried to regain control of my body, hating how it felt to not be in control of the one thing that was always supposed to be mine, yet I watched in horror as my left paw grabbed Jemima's shoulder tightly, preventing her from running away.
"Cori, that hurts. Please let go of me. I take the hint, you don't want me around. I'll go home," Jemima said as she struggled to get out of my grip. I felt my grip tighten, threatening to break her delicate collarbone
Please! Let her go! Let me go! She gets the hint! I thought, pleading with the Witch's Cat for mercy upon her soul and mine. I felt the corners of my mouth flick up in a quick cruel smile.
I don't think so, Coricopat. You need to be punished for not sending her away when you first saw her, the Witch's Cat replied in my head.
"Goodbye, lady-love," the Witch's Cat said through me as she brought my free paw up, claws still unsheathed and sank my claws into Jemima's soft underbelly. Her entrails twisted up in my paws and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't even gag.
"Why Cori?" she asked me, pain twisting her beautiful face. The Witch's Cat contracted my face into a crueler smile and continued forcing my paw through Jemima's stomach until it touched her spine. I felt as my paw slid through her bloody body as it wrapped around her spine. I tried to regain control of my body in a last-ditch effort to save her as I felt my paw clench tightly. There was a loud crack, and Jemima's face froze in a look of pure terror and pain.
"See you in Heavyside," the Witch's Cat said before her presence fled my mind. Collapsing to the ground, I pulled my paw out of Jemima's body and I pulled myself close to her empty body. Her body was quickly growing cold, cruelly reminding me of just what I would never get to feel again. I had lost not only my sister, yet the queen I had been planning on taking to the Ball the next year to be my mate. These thoughts ran through my head I started sobbing uncontrollably in her soft fur.