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2 What the eye sees, what the heart feels
By Unity
Disclaimer: Dr.Viper is property of Hanna-Barbera, All other characters; Unity, Kanoki, Tatavi and Carobus are property of me.
Chapter One- Endless Night
The moon hung low in the cloudless sky, like a giant beacon of natural, never-ending light. Some way beneath the bright star lay two more tiny lights, smaller but just as greatly shimmering as the moon. A pair that sat always beside each other, that burned and shone with their own seashell light even in the deepest midnight. Attracting the many hundreds of fireflies that dwelled in the depths of the eerie swamp. They danced two by two in the shining glow of the bright pair and quickly fled to the heights as Viper tossed his head upwards in one quick motion. And then stood still again.
Transfixed upon the hanging moon, his hands clutching the windowsill, claws raked against dry wood with snaps like a match being struck. Aside from the occasional twitch of his ears, or rocks off his head to rid himself of the pestering bugs he stood firmly still by the window. The moon held a special place for him, even though he did not know why. It has appeared so many times in his dreams…the same dream. More then once he had awoke far into the night, his fur matted with a cold sweat and his heart pounding within his chest. The dream always ended the same…always with the moon...the image sank deep into Viper's mind as he stared longingly up at the sky, seeing only the bright circle hanging there wishing it to tell him it's secret, willing it to tell him the underlying notions of his dreams. He stood. And waited…but no answer came. It meary stared straight back to him, the answers remaining secret and unknown.
Viper gave the moon a disappointed look before turning on his heel and wandering back to his bed, made of various mosses and soft plants. Settling himself down for the third time that night, hugging his long, serpentine tail to his chest as if it were a treasured companion, he gazed still at the moon before him and sighed. "I'll find out..Jusssst you wait and sssee."
Chapter Two- Callings of Dreams
"Thick…Black….my feet..can't..Can't move". Something tugged at Viper's legs, invisible hands pulling him downwards into warm, inky blackness. A growl in the tree's, a roar, footsteps thumping against slick, black wood and mud rang like angry voices inside his head. Something just in front, a branch, something. Viper swung his arm in frantic panic, his fingertips only brushing the rough bark. Again and the roar that shock the tree's seemed ever closer, the warm, sticky black eating it's way past his waist, his hand grasped the branch tightly in a shaking hand. Pulling, down, he clung to the branch, his only life line as he felt warmth against his chest and kicked his legs but they didn't responded to his wishes. Footsteps, loud, clear. A gruff breathing from behind him that made his skin crawl as he dared a glance over his shoulder. Eyes, red, deadly. He cried out in terror, claws ripping panicked chunks of dead wood as the life giver slipped from his hands.
The eyes drew closer; he could almost feel the hot stinking breath against his neck as he fell into blackness, his own pleading eyes begging towards the sky to save him. The moon. A shinning orb in the storm brewing sky. A light, brighter then the moon itself stood before its underling. Something that sparkled even in the depths of this miserable fortune. A figure. Wings. Wings like an angel. An invisible face smiled at him and offered him one, golden fur covered hand.
"WAIT!!" Viper cried as he leapt upwards with a start and quickly scanned the room for the figure with the white wings. "….Wait." he whispered as his legs refused to stand his weight any longer and he collapsed onto the hard, wooden floor.
Viper squinted his tired eyes in the early morning light, the rays of light stinging his eyes and revealing the true extent of the nights' unconscious torture. He immediately noticed the pain in his side and left shoulder where he had fallen and squeezed the neck of his coat in one trembling hand to relieve some of his dire distress. He never new how long he had lain there. He simply stayed, stretched out on the foot of his bed contemplating his dreams and listening to the blood pounding heavily in his ears, and it wasn't the first time, and certainly not the last.
After several long moments of intense thought Viper realised yet another pain, this time in his stomach. But he was used to this pain, it hadn't ended since he first lived in his beloved swamp. Never being able to get enough food for himself he simply lived off the small scraps the citizens of the city left behind in the midst of their everyday lives. Hunger had become like a dull ache in the back of his mind, like when worrying about an unaccomplished task to be done. His eyelids fluttered for a moment. Deciding it best to leave his now long and winding trail of thoughts for later he pushed himself up onto his feet and sought about tending to his more pressing needs. Stuffing his hands into his coat pockets Viper shot a quick glance out the window before beginning the long trek into MegaKat City. In the sky he imagined he saw her. The girl with the angel wings.
Chapter Three- Wonderings and Realisations
Small twigs and leaves crunched and cracked as Viper wormed his way through the dense undergrowth of the swamp. The swamp looked the same throughout the year, all the time painted in shades of burnt umber and mossy greens. The world outside the swamp was a complete contrast however, and no matter how many times Viper ventured into the city he never got tired of seeing how the seasons stained the landscape in their own special color. Somehow the mood of the city made him feel different, as if he both belonged there and at the same time had no business there. But today was different and he felt no more unwelcome in the city as he did in his own swampland home.
His mind was elsewhere, and it usually was. He couldn't help but let the image of that dark, desolate place in his dreams overcome his thoughts. It seemed so much like his own swamp but he knew better. Viper new his swamp too well, as though his life depended on knowing every fine detail of it's being, and perhaps in many ways it did. He knew it by sight, by scent and by thought. Every inch of it, every detail was deep seated in his mind. He knew every secret there was to know, all the different ways of getting into and out of the city without being seen. He knew the land well from almost ten miles around, but that was the limit to his geography. He kept true to his illusive reputation. He was no more then a shadow among the normal kats, something that lingered in the background. The swamp was all that he knew now, an outcast of society. That was his punishment…his doom.
Even though the city was still a good mile away Viper could already hear the roar of cars and the bustling sounds of the citizens going about their daily lives. And perhaps if his mind had not been so troubled by the pondering of his dreams he might have been more aware of the doom stalking him from nearby.
2 What the eye sees, what the heart feels
By Unity
Disclaimer: Dr.Viper is property of Hanna-Barbera, All other characters; Unity, Kanoki, Tatavi and Carobus are property of me.
Chapter One- Endless Night
The moon hung low in the cloudless sky, like a giant beacon of natural, never-ending light. Some way beneath the bright star lay two more tiny lights, smaller but just as greatly shimmering as the moon. A pair that sat always beside each other, that burned and shone with their own seashell light even in the deepest midnight. Attracting the many hundreds of fireflies that dwelled in the depths of the eerie swamp. They danced two by two in the shining glow of the bright pair and quickly fled to the heights as Viper tossed his head upwards in one quick motion. And then stood still again.
Transfixed upon the hanging moon, his hands clutching the windowsill, claws raked against dry wood with snaps like a match being struck. Aside from the occasional twitch of his ears, or rocks off his head to rid himself of the pestering bugs he stood firmly still by the window. The moon held a special place for him, even though he did not know why. It has appeared so many times in his dreams…the same dream. More then once he had awoke far into the night, his fur matted with a cold sweat and his heart pounding within his chest. The dream always ended the same…always with the moon...the image sank deep into Viper's mind as he stared longingly up at the sky, seeing only the bright circle hanging there wishing it to tell him it's secret, willing it to tell him the underlying notions of his dreams. He stood. And waited…but no answer came. It meary stared straight back to him, the answers remaining secret and unknown.
Viper gave the moon a disappointed look before turning on his heel and wandering back to his bed, made of various mosses and soft plants. Settling himself down for the third time that night, hugging his long, serpentine tail to his chest as if it were a treasured companion, he gazed still at the moon before him and sighed. "I'll find out..Jusssst you wait and sssee."
Chapter Two- Callings of Dreams
"Thick…Black….my feet..can't..Can't move". Something tugged at Viper's legs, invisible hands pulling him downwards into warm, inky blackness. A growl in the tree's, a roar, footsteps thumping against slick, black wood and mud rang like angry voices inside his head. Something just in front, a branch, something. Viper swung his arm in frantic panic, his fingertips only brushing the rough bark. Again and the roar that shock the tree's seemed ever closer, the warm, sticky black eating it's way past his waist, his hand grasped the branch tightly in a shaking hand. Pulling, down, he clung to the branch, his only life line as he felt warmth against his chest and kicked his legs but they didn't responded to his wishes. Footsteps, loud, clear. A gruff breathing from behind him that made his skin crawl as he dared a glance over his shoulder. Eyes, red, deadly. He cried out in terror, claws ripping panicked chunks of dead wood as the life giver slipped from his hands.
The eyes drew closer; he could almost feel the hot stinking breath against his neck as he fell into blackness, his own pleading eyes begging towards the sky to save him. The moon. A shinning orb in the storm brewing sky. A light, brighter then the moon itself stood before its underling. Something that sparkled even in the depths of this miserable fortune. A figure. Wings. Wings like an angel. An invisible face smiled at him and offered him one, golden fur covered hand.
"WAIT!!" Viper cried as he leapt upwards with a start and quickly scanned the room for the figure with the white wings. "….Wait." he whispered as his legs refused to stand his weight any longer and he collapsed onto the hard, wooden floor.
Viper squinted his tired eyes in the early morning light, the rays of light stinging his eyes and revealing the true extent of the nights' unconscious torture. He immediately noticed the pain in his side and left shoulder where he had fallen and squeezed the neck of his coat in one trembling hand to relieve some of his dire distress. He never new how long he had lain there. He simply stayed, stretched out on the foot of his bed contemplating his dreams and listening to the blood pounding heavily in his ears, and it wasn't the first time, and certainly not the last.
After several long moments of intense thought Viper realised yet another pain, this time in his stomach. But he was used to this pain, it hadn't ended since he first lived in his beloved swamp. Never being able to get enough food for himself he simply lived off the small scraps the citizens of the city left behind in the midst of their everyday lives. Hunger had become like a dull ache in the back of his mind, like when worrying about an unaccomplished task to be done. His eyelids fluttered for a moment. Deciding it best to leave his now long and winding trail of thoughts for later he pushed himself up onto his feet and sought about tending to his more pressing needs. Stuffing his hands into his coat pockets Viper shot a quick glance out the window before beginning the long trek into MegaKat City. In the sky he imagined he saw her. The girl with the angel wings.
Chapter Three- Wonderings and Realisations
Small twigs and leaves crunched and cracked as Viper wormed his way through the dense undergrowth of the swamp. The swamp looked the same throughout the year, all the time painted in shades of burnt umber and mossy greens. The world outside the swamp was a complete contrast however, and no matter how many times Viper ventured into the city he never got tired of seeing how the seasons stained the landscape in their own special color. Somehow the mood of the city made him feel different, as if he both belonged there and at the same time had no business there. But today was different and he felt no more unwelcome in the city as he did in his own swampland home.
His mind was elsewhere, and it usually was. He couldn't help but let the image of that dark, desolate place in his dreams overcome his thoughts. It seemed so much like his own swamp but he knew better. Viper new his swamp too well, as though his life depended on knowing every fine detail of it's being, and perhaps in many ways it did. He knew it by sight, by scent and by thought. Every inch of it, every detail was deep seated in his mind. He knew every secret there was to know, all the different ways of getting into and out of the city without being seen. He knew the land well from almost ten miles around, but that was the limit to his geography. He kept true to his illusive reputation. He was no more then a shadow among the normal kats, something that lingered in the background. The swamp was all that he knew now, an outcast of society. That was his punishment…his doom.
Even though the city was still a good mile away Viper could already hear the roar of cars and the bustling sounds of the citizens going about their daily lives. And perhaps if his mind had not been so troubled by the pondering of his dreams he might have been more aware of the doom stalking him from nearby.