i watched game grumps when I wrote the first 81 words of this
for more mature audiences; i kinda got carried away during the ending
Kod Cot
I turned around to face the driver.
"Are ya deaf? MOVE!" he yelled. I punched through the glass and grabbed him by his neck. He let go of the wheel and punched me in the stomach. I didn't flinch. I strengthened my grip on his neck.
"Why don't you move?" I asked. I jumped in the car and pushed him out of it. I put my paws on the wheel. "Come here, Dan!" I screeched. I saw a motorcycle start inching towards me. I took the pistol out of my backpack and shot him right between the eyes. The other two motorcycles stayed with me, but kept their distance. I saw Dan look at me from the window he threw me out of. He was smiling.
"Come and get me!" he yelled, running to the bottom level. I saw him converse with his two buddies, and one sat where the conductor was sitting. They were going to try and get away.
"Are you scared, Dan?" I screamed at the top of my lungs. He immediately appeared in the fight created hole. He took out his AK.
"Yeah," he said as he shot one of my tires out. "If the definition of scared in the Webster's Dictionary is wrong." Ha, so funny. What a comedian. The car started to go back and forth at a rapid pace. I opened the door, and jumped on to one of the motorcycles, knocking the driver off. I looked over at the over motorcycle driver. He had a baton in his hand. He headed towards me, and we were soon side by side.
"Back off," I said, slashing his leg with my claws. He wailed, dropping the weapon he was holding in his right hand. I then proceeded to have his face meet my fist in a nice, exclusive, one-on-one get-together immediately after his encounter with my claws. He fell off his motorcycle like a ragdoll. "Now, Dan! Wait up for me!" I sped up as much as I could, catching up to the train. Dan was upstairs watching me, while his goons were downstairs.
"Boys, get this train movin'!" he yelled, as he disappeared from my line of sight. I was directly behind the train.
"Psst, kid," I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up, and saw the guy who helped me earlier. He dropped his hand down, and I grabbed it. He lifted me up into the car. "Finish this," he told me. I nodded, and took the pistol out of my backpack.
"Danny boy! I'm coming!" I yelled. I walked down the stairs, and popped my head out. I saw Dan and his followers for a second. He was trying to stop the train. I had to pull my head back as fast as possible due to incoming bullets. "C'mon Dan! What are ya, scared?!" I jumped out and I shot one of them right between the eyes. I could hear something hyperventilating. I looked next to me on the ground, and saw a cat curled up in a ball. Gun shots continued to fill my ears. "Hey," I muttered. The cat's ear perked up, and it's eyes opened.
"H-Hi," the feline said.
"What's your name?" The ball slowly became less and less of a sphere.
"I'm Tom," he replied, sitting up. "What's your name?"
"I'm Kid Cat,"I replied. "I'm afraid this is my mess..."
"O-Oh..." he started to lay down again, most likely to get back into a circular shape.
"Don't worry, I'll get us out of this," I said, as I stood up. I shot the last one of Dan's troublemakers, and the gunshots ceased. I walked over to Dan, putting my paw on his shoulder. "Hey buddy. How's life?" He jerked back, causing me to stumble. The man sharing the same first name as the frontman to the band, Imagine Dragons, attempted to sweep my legs. I jumped and landed on his leg.
"YOU LITTLE!" he shrieked, swinging a fist at me. I ducked and grabbed his face with my paw, my palm against his nose. I slowly sunk my claws into his face. He tried to punch me again, but I grabbed his fist.
"You better stop this before I end your one and only life," I stated, full of confidence, but still a lil cocky. I knew this was my victory. This guy didn't stand a chance. All my claws were now inside his face, and I watched as blood poured out. He went down to his knees. I looked at his eyes as my anger was fueled even more. I saw his entire life. His first steps, first day of school, first kiss, first love, first job, first house. Just watching his life unfold made me want to bash his head in even more than I already wanted to. I didn't feel sympathy. His life may not have been perfect, but it was better than never being loved. He deserved this.
I deserved this.
I took my claws out, and he fell to the floor of the bus. His breath was almost non-existent. It was nice to be surrounded in emptiness. These corpses, bodies of ones I once wanted to save, comforted me. I sat down next to him. He was lying on the ground, and he opened one eye at me.
"I hope you burn," he muttered, spitting blood at me. I wiped it from my visor, and looked at him dead in the eyes.
"You listen here mister," I said, standing up. "You may be better than me in every way imaginable, but even a Goliath can fall with one stone. Even a small feline can do it. So, I hope you like falls because I have a great one with your name on it." I grabbed him and threw him over my shoulder. He tried biting me, but I flicked his eye and he screamed. I opened the door. "Bye buddy. I hope you have a jolly good time!" I threw him out.
I had done it.
I had destroyed my fear, I toppled it. I made it mine!
But...
What had I become?
oh my god you don't know how long this took me jesus. i'm so sorry
also this may have to be M now because of this one part. i don't think it will be this gruesome later.
thanks for reading!
