You thought it was over, didn't you??? Well, guess what? You won't get rid of me that easily [insert evil laugh], by the way if you wanna see any disclaimer check other chapters.
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Chapter6. Back to square one
The wind in her face, against her fur made everything else just a blur in her existence. Ahh, the magic of speed. She felt so free, free of the lot surrounding her. Hitting on the accelerator, the engine roared taking her higher than any drug could.
She dived into the city, gracefully turning and evading buildings, slow vehicles and stupid kats that couldn't move aside. But probably that was because she was just a vague impression in the 5 seconds she took to go by their side.
Getting close to the building where she used to share an apartment with Pyro, she slowed her pace but didn't stop eyeing two police cars and the Kat's eye news' van parked in front.
"Those brainless tailholes! Mothers fuckers! Cheap Enforcer's hores [O.o]! Won't they ever leave me alone? Those..." she started cursing once again under her breath, naming all ways of saying stupid, whirling in the block's corner. She slowed down completely at an alley's entrance and carefully parked/hided the motorcycle so nobody of the street noticed it and started snooping around or take it away.
With the stealth of a cat she walked into the alley until she reached her building's back stairs (A/N I dunno if they still use this or ever used it, so just think it's an old construction). Ending her curse rage, she climbed the stairs slyly, confusing her presence with a shadow. In the fifth floor she stopped at a particular window with black curtains. Taking a peek and confirming the coast was clear, she opened the window and entered the place.
'Home, sweet home...' She thought taking a glance of her bedroom. Bedroom, you ask? At first it was an small hall, but she had made some modifications in the place expressly for taking that specific window. Pyro never understood why she wanted THAT window but he let her do what ever she wanted, as long as she paid for the arrangements.
Anyway, she was in her bedroom. It was normal sized, maybe a little bigger, nope. It was definitely bigger. You could describe it in three words: black and red. Some posters of random metal/pop rock bands and gothic stuff were scattered around the space, her own tv with a HUGE collection of horror Dvds and the latest model in music equipment with tons of metal/pop rock burnt CDs were her loved possessions. 'I think I'm a little too dark...' She thought walking around 'Nah!' she smiled, taking one of her voodoo-like dolls and sitting in her bed.
Then she heard some voices in the room next to hers, Pyro's. 'They probably are examinating everything...' she pointed out pulling her doll's arm 'I better take my stuff and stay calm until they close the case. I mean, eve if I'm innocent of any drug dealing business, cops aren't my friends and this would be an excuse to keep a close eye on me.' Making a decision leaving from the fact that she wouldn't be safe anymore in the place, she took her big black leather baggage and stuffed her favorites clothes, shoes and stuff (including her precious voodoo-like dolls) inside. Opening her closet's doors, she moved some boxes and took out an also black leather suitcase (actually it's from the same set). Rolling the numbers into the combination, she opened it and confirmed that everything was in place. 'Good.'
Hearing again the voices, she placed the baggage and the suitcase in the staircase's landing. Taking a big garbage plastic bag, she stuffed inside anything that could show how she looked like. Everything that had her name or her face on it was stuffed into the plastic bag and taken out into the landing too.
'Nothing left?' She asked herself checking one more time.
Once outside, she closed the window, carefully not to make too much noise, she dropped the plastic bag, took the suitcase in one paw and the baggage in the other and hurriedly made her way down the stairs. It was quite difficult with so many things in her person and the small space, but once in the alley it was easier. She grabbed the plastic bag and taking the motorcycle, she secured the three things. Turning the engine on she slowly kept her merry path.
She dumped the plastic bag a few blocks away.
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Go back were we left Jake [weeping for his baby]
"That little..." Jake muttered, feeling totally fooled. He should had never picked up the runt. He whipped around and walked directly to the house (or garage). With every step he took, he felt more and more angry, fuming with some un-Jakeish thoughts he banged open Chance's door.
[A veeery OC moment]
The big kat jumped from his bed into the middle of the room in fighting position. Or at least he tried. The sheets tangled with his feet and he ended in the floor with a loud thump. Feeling slightly dazed, he tried to stand up, but the sheets kept pulling him back to the ground. Giving up he looked up to face a not-so-angry Jake.
At first he was just standing there, in the door frame, but after some sniggers, chuckles, giggles and snorts, he was laughing his eyeballs out in the floor. "Mind to help me here buddy?!" Chance snapped at the now laughing 'buddy'. Jake just nodded, not able to say a word and lend him a hand.
After Chance was standing in his two feet, he eyed Jake closely with a murderous glare and hissed "Give me a good reason for not killing you."
Jake laughed nervously "Hehe, well... 'cause I'm your best friend... and partner in crime...?" Seconds passed. He was sure Chance wouldn't hurt him, but there was this time when he got mad and... No, him was NOT going there.
Chance's face softened "Yeah, I guess you're right... So why did bust into my room like that?" The moment those words slipped his lips Jake's face darkened, and his eyes glittered with hatred. He chuckled at an idea "Did Alex ranaway with out a trace in your precious motorcycle?"
Jake's jaw dropped and his eyes widened in astonishment. "H-How did y-you knew...?" He whispered in shock.
This time, it was Chance's chin that fell. "She WHAT?!"
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Time passed as she slowly sipped her hot chocolate in the small café. It was one of those places that seemed to be really cliché, with the white and red decorations and the small tables outside. She found it quite disturbing, yet interesting. Kats came, some alone, some with friends, some ordered breakfast others just coffee, but all of them went away.
None of them left an impression in her, except for a kitten that came soon after she entered, before she could order, with and older she-kat, probably her sister. The both had the same grayish fur, but one with black hair and the other with white.
The kid was quite hyper and jumped all over the place wile the older she- kat ordered the breakfast. But when the kitten looked at her, she got closer and with her shiny silver eyes, looked into hers.
It was a sensation that she had never felt before, like if the kid instead of looking at her, was looking trough her, reading her like if she was a paper or a document. Suddenly, her study ceased and she smiled. "Try the hot chocolate." And she turned around to the older she-kat, who also gave her the same smile as they exited the location.
With out realizing, she was already drinking the hot chocolate that she had ordered. She felt so much better and started reflecting over her situation.
Time passed and she finished her hot chocolate. She had been doing some thinking, and what she needed was a place to keep a low profile for a while. Not a hotel or motel, somewhere where they kept no record of her stay. Looking up to the clock behind the bar, she noticed how much time had passed, it was already 10.38, around four hours since the last time she saw a clock.
She paid and left the café feeling somewhat recovered, she had made a decision.
Not that she was happy about it.
Gracefully, she mounted the motorcycle and turned the engine on.
She knew exactly where to go.
"Let's take you home, baby."
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Raven (the kitten) and her big sister, Blackdawn are totally mine, so back off!!
