I do not own Hollywood Undead or their song Paradise Lost

Chapter......Um......Yeah

Um....How exactly did we end up like this? Billi asked.

Don't ask me. Paul's idea. I answered. I was currently in a trunk of a car that Paul 'borrowed' from some guy in the city with a blanket over me. Briliant idea... I heard Billi mutter. I, unsuccessfully, held back a giggle.

"What was that?" I heard a voice.

"What was what, officer?" I heard Paul ask. Yeah...we got pulled over. Ok, I should start over.

Flashback

"We can't take it!" I protested as I watched Paul hot wire a car.

"Yes we can. We're just borrowing it. Now hop in." He said. I sighed and hopped in. We were in a dark alley, so know one would see me. As I was buckleing my seat belt, Paul stopped me.

"Maybe you should sit in back." He said. I just shrugged and got in the back.

"I'm not talking about the back seat." He said.

"You're kidding." I said. He just shoke his head and I just stared at him.

A few minutes later....

"And cover up with a blanket." He said and threw it on me. Before he covered my head, he kissed my forehead.

"You'll pay for this." I muttered as he shut the trunk.

A few more minutes later....

I heard sirens blare and felt the car stop. Soon, I heard voices. I could tell one of them was Paul, but I didn't know the other one. 'Oh shit' I thought.

End Flashback

So embarrassing. I thought. Billi sighed. Soon I felt the car start moving again. Maybe I should just go to sleep? I thought. No what if u ran out of oxygen? Billi said. I just sat there for a few seconds, the words she said running through my mind. Ran out of oxygen....

"OH MY F**KING GOD!!! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!" I shouted for Paul to hear me. I heard his voice, but couldn't make out the words.

"I'M GONNA DIE OUT HERE!!!!!!" I screamed. Soon, The wall in front of me opened up and I was rolling out of the trunk....on to the street! I screamed as I feel out of the trunk and tried to grab onto something. I grabbed onto nothing but air as I flipped and landed on my arms and feet onto the ground. Unharmed. Holy shit. Billi said, as amazed as I was at what I just did. Just then, head lights were on me.

I spun around, still on my hands and feet, and saw an 18-wheel truck heading straight towards me. I arched my back like a cat, felt my fangs grow out, and my ears and tail stick straight up. Like a scared cat. Just as it was about to hit me, I jumped straight into the air and flipped over the truck. Holy shit! Billi and I both thought.

As I landed on my feet, gracefully I would like to add, Paul was skidding to a stop in front of me and jumping out of the car.

"Holy shit! Did you see me!? That was flipping awesome!" I yelled. He ran up to me and gave me a bone crushing hug. Which he wouldn't let me get out of.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." He kept saying that for about 5 minutes.

"It's fine.....Now...Please let...Me go." I said, gasping for air. He let me go. But started kissing me all over. Check, lips, forehead, nose. I tried to, once again get away, embarrassed but loving the attention I was getting.

"You could've died! I was so careless!" He said between kisses.

"I'm fine. Really. But we should get going." I said and tried to push him away. He, finally, let go.

"Alright. Get in the car." He said.

"Um...actually, I had something else in mind." I said. He eyed me suspiciously.

"O...K?" He said. I just smiled.

"Can I run there?" I asked.

"No."

"Please. I'll be careful. And I'll follow you. I promise." I begged.

"Fine. But you better be careful." He said.

"I will!" I said and gave him a kiss. As he started the car again, I put in my MP3 and started playing Hollywood Undead. As the song Paradise Lost started playing, I concentrated on growing my claws and, soon, they grew. But, my toe nails became claws too, cutting my shoes up. I had to toss them away. I examined them. They were pretty long. I got on all fours just as Paul was pulling away.

I started to run, but it took some time before I was use to it. At first, I was uncomfortable and wobbling. But, in a few minutes, I was running as if I knew how to my whole life. I was running like a wolf. I laughed, loving the feeling. I wonder what that trucker will do? And what if someone sees you? Billi asked. Who cares? Know one will probably believe him.

________________________________________________________________

"I'm telling you, I saw it! It wasn't my imagination!" A guy in about his 30s with a beer belly and a trucker hat and shirt on yelled to the reporter. Said reporter, looking extremley uncomfortable, turned to the camera.

"Well, there you have it folks. Catgirl lives. And you just heard it from an eye witness." He said and the screen cut to the reporters still at head quarters. The reporters, trying not to laugh, looked at the camera.

"Thank you, Chip, for that wonderful report." One said. The other one lost it and started laughing and fell out of his chair. Seeing that, the one who was talking put his face in his hands and started laughing.

"Cut...Cut to...Commercial!" He said and started laughing even more. Suddenly, a commercial about cat food came on. And the man watching the t.v. picked up the remote and the t.v. turned black. The man put the remote on the coffe table in front of him, took off his glasses and held his face in his hands.

"Lee. I'm sorry." Brian muttered before the tears fell out.