I nearly ran home, I was so giddy and happy. I had managed to elude Dad! He was actually not any of my concern for almost a whole day! Not to mention the fact that I was going to get picked up by a cutie this afternoon for coffee! Life was good.
Not really paying too much attention as to how fast I was moving, I arrived home sooner than expected. Surprisingly, I nearly ran into a wall that had somehow "transformed" in front of me. Well, probably because I was going so fast I didn't notice that a building was approaching. It didn't matter anyhow because, "it was all good".
I pulled out the key Original Cindy had given me last night along with the nightgown and found that the door was already unlocked. Immediately, my nearly blinding bliss dropped away and my guard was up. It wasn't that I was afraid of what could happen in the apartment if someone was there. It was that I didn't like the thought of someone else invading.
Or, in Cindy's rush to get Mom under control, she may have forgotten to lock the door. May have. Not definite.
I crept inside, being a stealthy as possible. It would've taken a real super-powered human to hear me. My parents perhaps, but even they were in question as to how strong they were with hearing.
Nothing inside the apartment appeared to be disturbed. Well, there was a tipped over chair, but I had been here when that had happened. Crazy parents.
That's when I saw them.
Sitting so perfectly upon the kitchen counter, I saw them. They were beautiful, but even beauty can be dangerous. I approached the vase of red roses cautiously, sniffing the air for any signs of gunpowder or other toxic chemicals. Crack. Pot. But, nothing met my nose except the sweet aroma of roses.
Who had left them?
I saw that there was a tiny card inserted into the thick foliage of the roses and proceeded to pull it out. That's when I heard the toilet flush from the bathroom.
Whipping around, I rested on my haunches, ready to attack if necessary. Although I wasn't my dad who would kill on sight if needed, I still could be ruthless.
The bathroom door opened ever so slightly. I was poised and would spring onto the person who had dared to come into out apartment to leave flowers. Flowers? Why would they leave flowers of all things? Well, I certainly wouldn't know, because after all, I wasn't the masterminded criminal.
That's when the person came out and I sprang.
Picture this if you will: A girl, about six feet tall, is flying into the air. Her legs are tucked underneath as if she is kneeling, while her mouth is opened wide as she screams, "Gotcha!" The arms are extended in bent positions, and her hands are curved into animal claws, much like a cat would arch its own paws when retracting its nails. And, like a cat, the girl is covered with a light layer of brown fuzz.
"Aaahh!!" the person cried, falling to the ground to prevent themselves from being air attacked.
I landed behind them and stared, confused, at this person. "What are you doing in my apartment?" I asked, still tense, with my hair falling in my eyes.
The person, on the floor, but rising to their feet, sighed heavily in relief. "Thank God, it's only you," they said, brushing off their shirt.
Arching a careful eyebrow, I asked them who they were.
That's when they turned around.
I then saw that I had nearly killed, of all people, Mr. Logan Cale.
