I have a lot of stuff to talk about so here's a long Author's Note.
So, I recently switched schools and my work load has been increased A LOT compared to my previous school's homework. I've been having more things due that require me to think more so they take more time. I have more assignments and every night I have at least one thing dangling over my head that I could and should do. So, what do I do with my free time when I don't have a huge amount of homework? I play video games.
I've been playing video games for the majority of my life, and they're my go-to-interest when I'm bored. They give me time to relax, and I enjoy the hell out of them. The point of all this is that I love to write, but due to my small amount of free time, I like to spend it playing Video Games. To give you some perspective, I started working on this chapter on the 14th of November, but I only got to putting part of the author's note at the beginning, and now it's the thirteenth of December and I've only written this author's note. There used to be a time where I cranked out a chapter a day. They weren't as long or as good as they are now, but that was WAY better than having months on end in between chapters. That doesn't help the story at all - it hurts it. I deleted my previous work, for the worse or the better, due to my still-developing writing ability at the time. I wanted this story to be the one. The one where every chapter was around 3,000 words and full of rich detail. The one where it only took about two weeks for each chapter, maybe even less. Alas, I've failed that goal, but that doesn't mean I don't intend to finish it or to try and make that happen with the remaining chapters of this story.
I enjoy writing this story. I think it's one of my better ones. I know I can improve even more, but at this point I believe my writing is bearable. I want to thank those that have been reading and reviewing this story.
And now, finally, here's the chapter.
The Cat that is in fact, A Kid
I stayed right there, basking in my so called 'glory' that others would call blood and organs. I would have called them blood and organs, but these previous events have shaped me into who I am today.
Not just a simple ol' feline back from a simple town graduating from a simple school with a simple dream.
I was a killer.
A murderer.
The only reward I deserved was death. That old, simple cat would be fearful of such a fate, and yet, now, I embraced it. I would welcome death with open arms like an elementary school friend. I would love to invite death over for tea.
I stood and examined my surroundings. I noticed the cat I had talked to earlier... Tom! That was his name. He looked around at the corpses that were now my best friends and looked at their glorious, prestigious, government official.
Me.
"Is... Is it over?" he asked me, his eyes wide. I nodded, and he sighed in relief. He sunk back down onto the ground, and looked at a deer and her child doe. Both dead. "I spoke to them... the mom was taking her child to see her husband, the child's father, before he got off of work." Even though I was now a heartless, unstable, terrible member of the feline race, I didn't want to hurt anyone as defenseless as a child. I didn't want to tear anyone's family apart. All of the other dead animals had families too...
The feeling hit me like a truck. I didn't know until Tom brought it up. That dog could have been going to the store to buy food for his family and that bird could have just been going to the bank to cash a check from his grandmother that was for his birthday. All of these animals were just going through their daily lives and I...
I..
Ended them.
I ended their cycle of life.
Me.
I did.
I fell to the ground, catching myself with my paws. I sat down, and looked over my new paws. They were covered in the blood of the innocent. Blood that should have never been shed. Blood that was unwanted by me, but needed for another.
Blood.
It was such a common word now. Only a day had passed since Walt's death, but the amount of times I had heard, seen, felt, or shed blood had been countless. I tried to think of the good things, the positive things.
I thought about my family... who would see a murderer instead of their beloved baby boy.
Isabelle... a girl who didn't want anything to do with a guy who kills her soon-to-be husband and then ruins his memorial.
I had lost everything...
I had nothing.
I stood and looked at Tom, who looked back at me.
"I'll stop the train at the nearest town... You can act like this was my fault, and just answer some questions the police ask you. Tell them what happened, what you saw, but paint them a picture of me as who I truly am... the villain." He got up, and locked eyes with me.
"But you aren't a villain. You saved my life! These people weren't killed by you, they were killed by that man and his goons! You aren't the bad man here, you're a hero! You stopped them from causing anyone else any more harm then they already had caused." I chuckled, dropped my gaze, and closed my eyes.
"And yet, I'm still to blame," I stated, looking back up at him. "That man was planning on causing disaster at a memorial. I stopped him, and got on this train. He followed me and... painted this masterpiece." He stared back at me, not believing a word that just emerged from my lips. "I know that you don't believe me, it's pretty obvious, but just hear me out. I don't want you to be placed into the same category as myself. Criminal. I want you to go back to your life, your family, your special girl. I don't want you to be misplaced. You deserve a happy life, and I want to give it to you." There was a moment of silence. A lung went from one side of the bus to the other.
"O-Okay," he managed to spit out. "Alright... Thank you." I nodded and stopped the bus train thing... I could never decided on what it was. I opened the door and nodded at him.
"See you around," I said and waved goodbye. He waved back. I closed the door and continued the... transportation mechanism. I walked upstairs and saw the man.
Mysterious Man.
He was one of the reasons I did this. I remembered that one quote... "What's done is done."
"Good job," he said, looking down at a corpse. "I haven't seen this my bloodshed in a long time... It's nice to see."
"W-What is wrong with you?" I said, eyeing him down.
"What is wrong with you?!" he asked, standing tall. "You did this, not me. You are the one that committed this atrocity." I shook my head.
"You're right." I took out my pistol and shot him in both of his kneecaps. "I thought you wanted to help me, but after a further look at the situation, I can see that you just wanted someone else to do the dirty work for once. If I need to clean it up, then you need to be cleaned up as well." He spat at me.
"You're wrong."
"I'm right," I said, as I grabbed my backpack and went back down the stairs. Everyone else was dead. It was just me and him. It would only be me sooner than later.
"You'll never amount to anything kid!" I heard him shriek from upstairs. "I am the one that can help you back on your feet!" I increased the acceleration on the... device, and the vehicle began to sway from side to side due to the large amount of speed. "What are you doing!?"
"I'm putting you to rest," I said. I opened the door, and jumped out. I landed on the side of the tracks, and watched his coffin swinging from side to side. He was gone. It was over. It flew off the tracks and into a nearby forest... There was a large explosion.
He was gone for good. The atrocities I had committed were put to rest... They may have been memories, but hopefully I could block them from my mind.
It's sad isn't it? You never want to live long enough to see yourself turn into the bad guy.
"Hey Wyatt," I said. "Nice observation."
Thanks. The main city is close... you could probably get a job at a restaurant or something, start anew maybe.
"I guess..." I said, standing up. "Let's... Let's try that...
A month later...
"Hello, I'm Kid Cat, my I take your order?" I said, yawning.
"Yes, I'd like two number nines, a number nine large, a number six with extra dip, a number seven, two number forty-fives, one with cheese, and a large soda," said the customer.
"Ha ha, very funny Big Smoke. That meme died a while ago," I replied, yawning yet again. I got no sleep the previous night.
"WELL MAYBE IF YOU HAD A SENSE OF HUMOR OR MAYBE HAD A DECENT ATTITUDE, I WOULD ACTUALLY ORDER THAT, AND YOU WOULDN'T BE HATED BY YOUR COWORKERS!" they screamed as they drove away in an obvious rage. I sighed.
"FELIX! GET OVER HERE!" I heard my boss scream. I told him I was a feline, and he asked me if I knew of Felix the Cat. He's been calling me that since my first day. I walked over to him.
"Yes sir?" I asked. He slapped me across the face.
"I need you to know that you are a TERRIBLE employee! YOU ONLY NEED TO TAKE THEIR ORDERS AND SHUT UP!" He slapped me again. "Stop looking at me like that, and get home as soon as possible. Then, you can get here at nine, and stay here until nine, if you're working overtime again. Then you can go home, sleep, and repeat the process," he said, staring at me. "Get home and sleep." He pushed me. "If this happens again, you're fired." I nodded, and left. I didn't want this. Wyatt, a ghost, tried to convince me that I needed to get a job and change. I don't think I can do this.
I began walking home, and saw a bar to my left. I tried to stop myself... but I couldn't. I may have been a year underage, but they didn't care. They needed the money and I had the money they wanted. I walked in, and saw it bustling with animals. I maneuvered my way to the counter, and sat down on a stool. The bartender stared at me, and then handed me a beer. I threw him some bells and drank. I completed it in thirty seconds, and gave him a bag full of bells.
"Just two more... keep the change," I said. He nodded and thanked me. I drank one in an instant, but I cradled the second one. I needed this... it ended all my stress, even if it was only for a short time.
She's... She's as beautiful as I remember.
"Who?" I said, and looked around.
I saw her.
Isabelle.
i know i said 3,000 words but it's 10PM and i wanted to get a chapter out. i hope you enjoy the direction i'm going in, all feedback is appreciated. 2,000 looks pretty good so... ye
