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Floating just outside earth's orbit…
Our two favorite cosmic besties were watching the events in their own little viewing booth on a comfy love seat. Invisible to the entire universe, they could stay undetected.
"It's not even been an hour and he has already killed something!" Exclaimed Beevus proudly, "this is turning out to be quite a show!"
"I didn't think that cats had claws like that," admitted Butthead sheepishly.
"Oh, that's not a cat," revealed Beevus. "I don't even know what that thing is."
The truth is, Beevus found this 'thing' floating around in space after their black hole debacle. He didn't even know what it was even capable of. The planet it was floating closest to was Earth, so he thought it came from there. He looked down on the earthlings and saw more of what looked to be the same species. But none of them had the assets that this kitty imposter had just slaughtered that poor canine with.
"Oh, so its not a cat? Why did you hype me up on the idea then?" asked Butthead.
"Because it looks like a fucking cat! I thought it was a cat!" yelled Beevus. Truth be told, it looked exactly like the felines from Earth. How was he supposed to know what that thing was?
"Dude, you said it was floating around in space! Earth cats don't go to space." Stated Butthead in a smart tone.
"I know that now...you fool!" Beevus admitted while using his favorite insult against his friend.
The two turned their attention back to Earth with greater excitement than before. They put an alien life form with a fraction of their power on an unknown planet with a highly intelligent brain. This is going to be interesting!
Under a jizz stained towel…
Light filtered in through the cracks in the box and through the jizz riddled roof. I crawled out of the box onto the fire escape, stretching my back the cute way cats do. I didn't mind the makeshift home that I stumbled my way into last night. In fact, I would curl up in it again if I had to.
I made my way up to and looked at myself through the eighth story window. Yes, I was still an orange cat. The right side of my body looked like it was dipped in brown paint, the coagulated blood was on my fur from last night. I looked into my comfy and charming box to find the naughty magazine was stained with blood, such a waste someone could have flipped through that.
I peered into the building to find a very small, but clean apartment. The sole inhabitant was a small woman who was asleep on a pullout couch, sprawled out across the bed. The covers were half on the bed and half on the floor, she was drooling heavily… how cute. She was wearing these pink shorts that had bottles of hot sauce on them, and the bottles of sauce had the words 'HOT STUFF' written on them… simply adorable. She wore a large gray T-shirt that had no logo or brand on it… bland.
I turned my attention to the alley. A loud police cruiser was speeding on the street below, blaring its siren. It must have been six in the morning; the sun was coming up. A gang of teens up to no good loitered in the alley below, which is what I used to do in my old kidnapping days actually. I saw them catcall a woman that was walking past the alley, I didn't do that in my old kidnapping days.
*BOOM*
I turned my attention to the source of the noise, inside the woman's apartment. The door had been kicked off its hinges by a large man who now entered the room. The man in question was by definition large, about 6'4 and 230 pounds of muscle I estimated. He was wearing a black ski mask and black clothes, clearly here to either rob or kidnap her, or literally anything else. The woman sat up in surprise, as anyone would do if their do if their door was just kicked in.
"Ava! You done fucked up now!" the man exclaimed as if there was no one else living in the building.
Not wanting to be the one to stand by and watch bad things take place, I hurried my way up to the window and tried to punch it in with all the strength this cat body possessed. I felt this sudden pang of starvation deep in my adorable cat belly. My awesome kitty punch turned into a paw that softly tapped the window. I needed to eat something, and fast! There wasn't anything on the fire escape and anything in my makeshift home was probably not safe to eat. Sniffing the air, I scented the smell of wet dog and decaying meat on the end of my nose
I remembered last night… the dog! I raced up to the fire escape, beggars can't be choosers when a life was at stake! I reached the roof in seconds and saw the corpse of the poor mutilated dog. The body was covered in flies and maggots, coming out of every orifice in its face… ew gross.
I got a sudden uncontrollable urge to open my mouth. I watched in horror as my jaw unhinged, stretching open farther than previously thought possible and dark tentacles shot forward. Not at the 'culinary masterpiece' that was the maggot ridden corpse of the dog, but at four unsuspecting pigeons sitting on the edge of the roof that I had failed to observe. Like a frog that eats flies, I ate these birds with ease. The sudden compression of the birds made their bodies explode and cover me with all the fluids that were in their bodies, mainly blood.
I sat there for a couple of seconds, unable to process what just happened. I just ate four birds without flinching and I was still hungry. What a long way I've come from kidnapping people, to being whatever kind of animal I was created as. I've never heard of the rare and unique killer cat/frog species, then again, I didn't really go to school. It's not like I didn't want to, but it was expensive and I couldn't pay for it on my own. My pride got in the way of anyone helping me out financially.
Helping…
The woman! I must've been up here for a minute and a half, perfectly long enough to either kill or rob that small woman.
I raced down the fire escape to the eighth floor and peeked through the window. The apartment was a mess of clothes and objects that were thrown around in a mad search for something. The woman was pinned against the wall by the man who was yelling at her now.
I settled into a crouch and bared my fangs. I was not on board with this abuse thing, thinking back to my parents. They were actually assholes and I hated their guts.
*CLANK* CLANK*
It was that same metallic sound from last night! I looked down and sure enough, the same intimidating iron claws were attached to my adorable innocent looking cat paws. They didn't have any blood on them from last night which was weird.
"Where is it Ava?! Where is my MONEY!" exclaimed the man, who had kicked down her door.
"I don't know what you're talking about Darrel!" Ava wheezed out. These two clearly knew each other, but not in the best way possible. I decided to announce my presence, so I put my claws against the window and ran them across the glass like nails on a chalk board. It gave more than the desired effect.
*SCREEEEEEECH*
The loud noise distracted both of the intended subjects who looked on dumbfounded at me as my claws went through the window like butter, leaving a large gash in the glass allowing me to smell the stale apartment air.
Ava and Darrel were frozen by fear of the blood-soaked feline that had its teeth bared like a starved lion. Its blood red eyes were open wide, driven by hunger and looking for any movement from either of them. It had cut through the window like it was nothing! It took its claws away from the window and we heard the hissing of the creature, it was a scene straight out of a horror movie.
I swiped my other paw at the window, this time creating a large diagonal gash in the glass with cracks webbing off it. It was large enough for me to slip through, I jumped through the gap I had created and landed on the pullout bed leaving bloody paw marks on the now torn white sheets
"Meow," I cut in cleverly. I have to realize that I'm a cat and I can't make one liners anymore. I scented the air, there was something intoxicating about the smell that surrounded both Ava and Darrel. The smell was almost addictive. Then it smelled as if someone injected urine in the air. I looked at both of their pants to find that they had both released their bladders out of fear. Is that what this smell is? Fear? Why do I like it?
"Take her! Please don't kill me!" exclaimed Darrel as he threw Ava at me out of desperation, thinking that I would go for her and leave him so he could escape. Ava was not the prey I was hunting; it was Darrel that needed to die.
All of a sudden, my cute kitty nose started to ache. That feeling traveled up to my eyeballs, building up pressure behind my peepers. I wanted Darrel to stop running, I glanced at his muscle-bound legs and felt the pressure behind my eyes get super-hot and my vision went completely dark.
*ZIP*
*BABUMP*
My vision went back to normal and I saw that Darrel's leg had two new holes in his leg where it looked like something burned through it with a fucking blowtorch. I had shot him with my laser eyes, I didn't know what Butthead was talking about when he said that I would be able to shoot lasers out of my eyes. I understand now.
"Oh my god! Someone please help me!" Darrel exclaimed through gritted teeth. Trying to crawl away with his remaining limbs. I rushed his uninjured leg and tore my claws through muscle and bone. He wasn't going anywhere at all.
I stalked my way up to his head, and used one claw to remove his black ski mask. It seems that when he fell, he had broken his nose against the floor. Blood was gushing out of his nostrils; the smell flooded my senses and I became overwhelmed with a euphoric sensation.
I wanted to eat Darrel.
The control I had over my terrifying cat body vanished and what happened next was something truly primal.
I ate Darrel.
I regained control over my blood-soaked body after he was all gone, yummy in my tummy. My stomach was full of Darrel and pigeon, but I was still as small as a normal cat. I looked down at my knife hands and they had vanished, what a strange creature I have become. I sat back on my haunches calmer than before now that I was full of 'food', was I hangry?
"H-h-h-holy sh-i-i-it," Ava stuttered out in fear. I watched as she dove back onto the bloody and torn up pull out bed and reach under her pillow. She came back out with a hand gun and bravely pointed the barrel at me. Her hand was shaking like crazy, clearly full of nerves. She wasn't even holding it with two hands. I noticed that she was breathing like she just ran a marathon and might be having a panic attack. There was no way that she wanted to kill anything, she wouldn't shoot me.
I was about to disarm her and get out of there when suddenly everything felt wrong and was wanting me to get out of there. I scented the air the overwhelming scent of fear was gone, there simply was no trace.
Ava saw my hesitation and smiled; her hand became dead still like a surgeon. She seemed to transform into a seasoned secret agent.
"Damn it! I almost had you completely fooled," She admitted slyly. I watched in horror as Ava pulled the trigger catching me completely by surprise. The dart stuck into my bloody arm and my consciousness began to fade again.
Ava put two fingers to her ear as if she was talking to someone over the phone.
"Target has been secured sir," she spat out as if she were a different person now. She got closer to my face and laid this gem. "You're going away for a long-time little guy."
I have never felt so disturbed in my entire life of five hours. I didn't want to be badass killer cat anymore, take me back Beevus and Butthead! I take it back I want to be reincarnated as a human!
But my thoughts were in vain as the world went dark.
In a secure location…
I woke up in a well-lit, cold, and gray room with one steel door across from me. My first thought was my stomach, I was actually so hungry that I couldn't get up. Upon further examination of the room, the walls were made of mirrors. I saw myself in them and I appeared to be a poorly fed tabby cat with no blood on me from my previous excursion with Darrel and the pigeons.
Where am I?
How long have I been here?
Who are these people that have taken me?
I smelled the air and there was an enticing scent three feet from my face, I don't know how I could have missed it. I looked at the source, which was a raw T-bone steak that was daring me to eat it. I lunged at it with all my small cat mass, ambushing it from the sky.
I mashed my head into an invisible barrier at the peak of the pounce, landing on the floor with a thud.
"Meow," I groaned in annoyance. I looked more closely at the piece of meat and at second glance it looked like it was behind glass. I had this realization that I was the one behind glass in this situation.
I was the one who was kidnapped.
Oh, how the tables have turned, I am the one who has been kidnapped. Is this supposed to be an intervention?
*CLUNK*
*HISS*
The steel door started to open slowly, really teasing me with what could be behind it.
Finally, the door stood agape, but I couldn't see anything past it because it was too dark. A figure slowly rose from the darkness as if on an elevator. What is it with me meeting mysterious people in weird circumstances?
The figure strolled into the room illuminating his features. He was an African American man with a bandage over the left side of his face. What really struck me as odd was the black trench coat and turtle neck, it gave him the secret commander of the secret army kind of look.
He approached the glass with such an authoritative stride that made me nervous, I could tell from experience that this man was not one to be trifled with.
"My name is Nick Fury, I am the Director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division." He proclaimed in such a way that it felt like he was talking down to me. His eyes scanned my body slowly and methodically, he could tell that I was starving. Mainly because I was not looking at him, but rather salivating over the steak.
Nick Fury raised an eyebrow and pressed a button on his watch, a mail slot like opening in the glass removed itself about three feet in the air. He picked up the meat and threw it in with me, what a gentleman. I proceeded to unhinge my jaw and suck it in like a vacuum, surprisingly, Nick was unfazed by the sudden action.
"We have seen what you can do," Stated Nick Fury. "While you may look like a cat. You are probably the farthest thing from it."
The mirror wall suddenly turned into many monitors, on them were my blood thirsty excursions in great detail. The dog killing, the pigeon gulping, and the Darrel zapping and devouring ones. When did they… How did they… What?
"I know you might be a little malnourished," he stated cheekily, which caused me to cough weakly.
"But we have a serious problem that you might be able to help out with." He said with an air of importance, with that I perked up.
The monitors changed and showed a visual of what looked like a city being invaded by bugs from a blue butthole in the sky.
"This is New York right now," He stated.
What? No way. You're telling me that there are giant flying worms the size of buildings floating around New York.
"I'm going to be straight with you here, we put you on ice for twelve years," Nick revealed. "This is the reason why we pulled you out of storage." He gestured towards the monitors
This caused me to blink. What else could ambush me in my new life now, its basically a shit show at this point.
"By the way, everything you see here is edible." The Director said as if to entice me. I immediately began to salivate, why did I want to eat things that are way bigger than me.
"Blink once if you agree to help us, Blink twice if you want to get frozen again." He offered in finality. I began to mull it over…
Two agents stood outside waiting on Nick to talk to the thing that was in there.
"He must be really desperate at this point. That thing clawed up his face while it was unconscious, imagine what I could do if it was awake!" said the first agent.
"Its just a cat dude, why are you acting like this. I'm just so surprised that he would even think of trying to communicate with a cat like it could understand him." Replied the second agent.
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