Today's main events:

Our house-ish-area getting hit by a power surge, and my phone charger blowing up (there's like, a hole right in the middle of it. Thank God my phone wasn't charging at the time).
Me taking my guitar out to the boardwalk and singing a couple songs to earn a couple bucks (I love how they don't care if you do that or not).
Me using that money to buy a T-shirt with wings on the back, then getting the words Maximum Ride airbrushed onto it. :D

Since my phone charger blew up, I can't look up the lyrics anymore. D: This could end quite badly.

Song: Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) - Emily Browning (Sucker Punch) version.

This could turn out either epic or epic fail. I'm kind of thinking of…. Hmm. Yes. I will.

(Any of you seen Sucker Punch? Main inspiration for this chapter comes from what I remember of the film)

Bombalurina's P.O.V.

(Pictured the way they are in the movie, half human, half cat.)

I also kind of messed with some family trees and pairings in this, because I felt like it. :P

I sit on my bed. Crying. Mother was sick. Like, life or death sick. I don't let myself scream or pitch a fit. Not yet. I have Demeter to think about while she's in my presence. When she leaves, I can stop pretending to hold myself together.

Then… he's there. Our step-father. The one and only, the Hidden Paw. Macavity.

Our mother -Griddlebone- had married this… this beast not long after our real father, Growltiger, was killed.

He leads us into her room. The men are pulling a sheet over her head, looking so well-groomed, like it always as. For a moment, neither Demeter or me gets precisely what's happening.

She gets it, breaks down first. I don't. It's then that I realize how we might be in some trouble.

He kind of ushers us back into our rooms, me into mine, just sitting on the bed, on the plain white sheets. Demeter into her room, looking kind of dazed, and so small in her little gray pajamas. Then again, I don't feel particularly old or strong in my plain pink ones.

I hear his slamming about not long after. Hear one bottle smash. Then another proceeds that in a matter of minutes.

Trying to figure out what's going on, I step out into the doorframe of my room.

He's there, the smell of alcohol emanating from him, from his very being.. He reaches for my throat, but his aim is off, instead catching the edge of my pajamas. I jerk away from him, and one of the buttons falls to the floor. Macavity practically growls at me, and I jump back into my room, slam the door. For a moment, he pounds on it, angry that I locked it.

Then he goes silent. And I hear the lock of a bolt sliding into place. Imprisoned in my own room, while he does who knows what to my sister, little Demeter.

Sweet dreams are made of this,
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas,
Everybody's looking for something.

I sit on my bed for about three seconds, then eye up my window.

I yank it open, than swing outside. It's raining, of course. I use part of the gutter to slide down, and I land not-so-gracefully in the mud below. But I'm out, at any rate.

I walk inside. Screw not getting mud and rain all over the place. My mom's dead. She's the one who enforced that rule, not this bastard. I eye up my real father's weapon case, knowing that would be my best bet.

I unlatch it and look inside.

There's a wide variety of swords and knives, and one gun, a little pistol. It's loaded, of course. The first stroke of good luck I've had in a while.

I carefully walk through the hall, trying my best not to make any noise.

Macavity is there, hunched over my sister. She's awfully still. I don't have to question it. Demeter is dead. I don't study the scarlet blooming around her for too long before I have no doubt that my assumption is true. I have no family left.

Tears stinging my eyes, I aim the gun for Macavity's head.

He backs up until he's against the wall. I just point the gun at him for a while. I can't do it. I can't shoot this horrible, vile creature.

Some of them want to use you,
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you,
Some of them want to be abused.

I turn and shoot at random before I run out the door. I hear a shattering - must of hit a light bulb. I hope a piece of the glass imbeds itself in his brain, but I think that would be too much to ask for.

I'm maybe ten steps out the door, before strong arms hold me immobile. I lash out, kicking and scratching for all I'm worth, but it does no good.

Then something is stabbed in my arm, and everything… goes… dark.

Sweet dreams are made of this….
...Who am I to disagree?

[A/N] There, I killed Demeter -my favorite character- instead of Victoria. Are you pleased? XD

If you'd like, you can envision Bombi in the rest of Sucker Punch (well, if you've seen it, that is) , but that doesn't have much of a cheerful ending either. Don't say what happens and spoil it for people who haven't seen it, if you know!

Sorry this is short. The song's short, so I suppose it makes sense. (Well, the song's not short, it just repeats A LOT)