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Chapter 3:
Just like in the movies, Redstripe woke up in a strange place that he did not recognize any part of. Nobody was there, and the the place stunk like hot garbage.
"Where the fuck am I?" Redstripe asked himself. Perhaps he'd been dumped into a trash disposal area, or a landfill? It certainly wasn't either of those. When Redstripe's vision cleared, he started to see the features of a... warehouse? Why would the RiverClan warriors leave him in a warehouse? That wasn't important right now. As Redstripe got up to look for an exit, he noticed that the walls were lined with one thing and one thing only: drugs. There had to be thousands of them. Every shelf, every table, every counter was covered with the addictive shit. And when he looked back to the wall he'd been thrown against, he saw the small container that was clearly used at least once. He'd been drugged, and probably told the warriors everything he was hiding!
"SHIT!" He yelled very, very loudly. He immediately ran as fast as he could out the door and onto the...
Street?
No. There was no street.
Only an endless grass field, stretching out farther than his eyes could see. Wrong door? He asked himself, hoping that was the case. He ran to the other exit, but that was a huge mistake. The regular human world was there, he could see it clearly, but there were cats waiting there for him. And they were those hatred filled ComputerClan warriors! How the fuck had they traced Redstripe all the way down here? And why were they following him? That he didn't know, but he knew he had to run in the name of God himself. But he couldn't. He tried, and he thought they were letting him get away, but no. Blood. Screaming. It was the car crash all over again. WHY? Redstripe just wanted to live! But he didn't. Blood spewed from his wounds as Circuitstar, Overdrive, and Flatscreen beat him to death.
Before he knew it, he was in StarClan with those prophecy-obsessed idiots. At least he wasn't dead dead. At least the blood and the drugs were gone. At least he could see his mother again. But it didn't feel right. He didn't like this place.
To be continued