A/N - This story was written
by the following people: Tabetha (Tablynvan); Christine (JackPhillipsGirl);
Roger (KingR); Natasha (Who I don't believe as a FF name, if you do I'm sorry!)
We started a Train Story on an Yahoo Club we are all members of, where person
writes a bit ends with…… and the next person picks it up. It lasted for 10 days with a total of 21
posts. I put everything together and
did some minor editing. Now I do hope you
enjoy the ride.
We don't own the show or the
characters
Part 1.
People say black cats are a sign of evil and full
superstitions. Do you believe that? I mean if you see a little kitten playing
with a piece of yarn what's evil about that? Man now I sound like my sister!
What's next me giving a history of how a broken mirror came about to give 7
years bad luck? I used to have a cat name Pipswater I loved him so much. He ran
away one day and never came back. I was so upset and still haven't recovered
fully. Just before she left Fi was talking to mom about getting a cat if Aunt
Melinda said ok. After a few weeks of begging Fiona despite her attempts, could
not get Aunt Melinda's permission for the cat.
"She said she was allergic," Fi
told me on the phone that night. "But I was looking through some old photo
albums of hers, and she used to have a cat."
"That doesn't mean anything," I
told her, in my typical let's-be-logical fashion.
"Maybe she got rid of that cat after
she found out she was allergic."
"No," Fi insisted, and I sighed.
I should have known that my sister wouldn't be able to stay out of trouble for
long.
"Aunt Melinda's NOT allergic. She had
this cat for years. When I asked her if I could get one, she looked absolutely
terror-stricken. Something happened."
"So you're going to tell me that,
this cat - which I bet was black, right? - did something so horrible to her
that she can't bear to let you have one?"
"Exactly." I groaned. It wasn't
until later, after I finished talking to Fi, that I was about to go to bed when
suddenly. I forgot I hadn't brushed my teeth, can't be getting any
cavities now can I? While walking to the bathroom and after putting the
aqua-fresh on my green brush I hear something. I turn the water off to hear
better and there is nothing to be heard. Great Jack now your hearing things!
I walk back to my room and stop just
before the doorway, the noise is back. And coming from my room. I slowly walk
in and on my bed see a cat. I can't believe it! It's that old mummified cat
that Annie tortured when we went to the ancient Egypt museum!
"Hey kitty, how did you get
here?" I asked, slowly approaching it.
"It's my cat!" Annie squealed,
bursting through the door. She grabbed the cat off my bed and rocked it back
and forth in her arms.
"Meow, meow... Annie missed you...
yes she did..." she said in a baby-voice, rubbing the cat's face against
hers.
"Annie... you're freaking me
out," I said. "How did the cat get here, anyway?" Was I only imagining the evil glint in her
eye?
"Well do you want the truth?"
Did I want the truth? What kind of question was that?
"Of course I want the truth."
"Well you can't handle the
truth!!" Ok Annie's little Tom Cruise movie fest had gone to her head. I
don't have time for this, it's properly not even the same cat, cats do look a
lot alike.
"Whatever Annie, now please leave I
want to get some sleep." Why isn't she leaving?
"Annie Winifred Thelen! Get out of
here!" Sometimes yelling is the only way. "I told you to never to
call me that! I'm gonna let ya' in on a little secret, K-Mart sucks. And
so do you!" Now I'm going to pretend that made sense. She then leaned real
close to my face and stared as me with narrowed eyes. Then, she threw her head
back like some sort of mad scientist and cackled,
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Before I had time to react, she darted out the
door, still holding the now terrified cat in her arms. I was about to run after
her when I heard another noise.
"Not again..." I muttered. I
listened more closely... it sounded like pounding! It's coming from my closet!
I approached my closet carefully and pulled the doors open to find myself
face-to-face with my mom and Carey.
"Oh gross! Get out of there!" At
least they weren't making out or anything but I know they had been.
"Thanks honey the door got stuck
again." I just roll my eyes while stepping aside to let them by. I hear a
crash and spin around to find Clu trying to balance a stack of books on his
head and having them fall to the ground. Why can't I have a normal life!? Oh
great now Annie is back and wearing a paper bag on her head with a drawing of a
monster.
"Boo! Did I scare you?" I look at
everyone in my room and ask
"Why are you people so insane?! I want everyone out of my
room except for you, cuz I really think you're hot and sexy. Whoa momentarily lapse of insanity there!
Mom and Carey leave hand in hand giggling, they really have to put a stop to
that. Clu is jumping on the bed pretending to play the guitar.
"Oh my god!" I scream. Annie
took the a bag off her head and she was bald! With a badly done shaved job.
Annie noticed the way I was gaping and her hand flew to her head.
"Oh, this?" she asked.
"Annie... what did you DO..." I
began. She shrugged.
"I was shaving my legs with Nair and
I slipped."
"HOW DID YOU SL--" Just then, an
unidentifiable hairless creature came skidding into my room.
"Aaah! It's a rat!" I shrieked,
jumping on top of a chair.
"Don't be silly," Annie said
calmly. "That's only my kitty-poo. I shaved it, too," she added
proudly.
"WHAT?" I asked, jumping down
from the chair.
"Wait I can explain kitty told me to
do it." The cat told her what?
"Excuse me?"
"Isn't that right honey?" She
says while stroking it on the ear, the cat doesn't seem to like that and fights
to get out of hands. Finally it jumps off and runs under the bed that Clu is
still on acting like 3 year old.
"Oh no! Kitty!" She's crying what
the heck!? I sigh and climb off the chair to get the cat out from hiding. While
reaching for her I nearly pee my pants its Ned! In a tutu! I scream, and he
screams before slapping his hand over my mouth.
"Jack, please!" he said, rolling
out from under my bed. He stood up and smoothed out the netting of his pink
tutu.
"You act like you've never seen a
male ballerina hiding under your bed before." Ballerina? I nearly choke.
He begins to twirl around in his ballet shoes, humming to himself. Then, Annie
scurries under my bed again. I hear her muffled voice saying something.
"Jack! You won't believe this! I
found your dad!" Now that wasn't funny at all!
"Sure you did and where's Elvis or
John Lennon?"
"Oh there both in a small village in
Turkey." I just had to open my mouth didn't I? Annie comes out from the
bed kitty in her arms, that poor cat. And someone falls behind, it is my dad!
