Characters from chapter 1:

Andratas: Grey tom with dark stripes.

Shelly: Light grey she-cat with silky fur.

Mink: Reddish brown tortoiseshell she-cat.

Vuella: Calico dark she-cat with brown spots.

Chapter 2: Razed and Ravaged

Andratas

"Come on Shelly let's go!" I yowled charging out of the room, Shelly close behind.

"Wait!" Aunt Mink called out, despair and desperation clear in her voice, "You'll die if you go out now!"

Explosions and shellfire could now be heard thoroughly as if they were right in my ear, there was but one reason for that…

"What do you want me to do? Stay here and die?!" I replied back in desperation and impatience, "We can't stay here!"

We were thrown to the ground as the rattle of a nearby explosion shook us off our paws. The ground vibrated with a force equivalent to an earthquake and the rooms supporting beams began cracking and crumbling.

"Listen to me!" She yelled against the constant bombardment. Getting up off the ground she continued, "Stay here! As long as they don't find you, they won't kill you! It's a better chance than risking your lives running!"

It was a chance certainly, that by hiding here we wouldn't die, even if they found us, we would only be taken in. But…

I gazed at Shelly, her frightened, huge eyes, tears welling, her fur standing up. She couldn't be found, she wouldn't survive in imprisonment and even if she did, it would change her… No. I will fight to keep her safe, from the atrocities and the evilness of the Siren's doings.

"No." I glared at Mink, determination laced in my voice, "We're going to take our chances."

"What?!" She screamed as I nudged Shelly to the exit, her eyes betrayed her emotions, she was pleading, she was begging us to listen to her, but I knew it was only a matter of time before we would be found, taken in and potentially killed, "You're going to die!"

I was almost out of the curtains when I turned around on her, "Maybe, but at least she will be free."

I left her there, a heap on the floor, crying and shaking as her eyes left mine and sunk to the ground. But I could not dwell on her any further, we may be family, but she had chosen her path, we have chosen ours. I took Shelly and we ran…

The bazaar was in ruins, the cavern wall crumbled away and the stone rubble lay there crushing many stalls. Debris littered the broken pathway and flames licked at wood, fur, anything it could find, incinerating it in a blazing inferno. Bodies laid everywhere and injured cats coughed and crawled slowly, trying desperately to escape the threat. A musky scent lay low, the smell of dust from broken off pieces of cobblestone and sand bricks. Off in the distance, the shadowed bodies of the Dynamics could be seen, taking in prisoners, setting ablaze more stalls and even executing others.

Coughing from the smoke and the dust of the ruins, I brought Shelly down to the ground. Crawling through the rubble, as the flames extended its fiery tendrils forwards surrounding us, we continued silently and stealthily escaping.

Unfortunately, whilst the Dynamics could not sense us, they could.

"You shouldn't be here."

My eyes instantly snapped up, claws unsheathed and a defensive stance formed. The figure in front of me was a golden-brown dappled she-cat, eyes glaring through me, analysing me to the core. She was also in a defensive stance but she did not seem frightened nor threatened by me. I shoved Shelly back, putting distance between the stranger she-cat and her.

"Who are you, what do you want?!" I hissed, flashing my fangs.

"Am I threatening you? Do not be afraid, my mission is not to harm you." She dismissed, "But you should not stand between me and my objective. If you do become an obstacle…" She cut off abruptly.

Suddenly a flurry of fur bloomed from nowhere and a silver blur flashed before my eyes. When my eyes refocused I saw unsheathed Stignium and Agnium claws at my throat and an artillery attached to her back point at me.

"Then you will be terminated." She solemnly warned, baring her own fangs.

A Perfected!

Shelly whimpered in fear as she grasped onto my back, I stared back at her eyes with defiance, but my shuddering feet displayed my true emotion. Her glares were powerful but lacked a detail I could not put my paw on. We were standing there with bated breath and eyes on each other. Finally, she backed off me, and I sighed with relief.

"Stay away, if you know what's good for you."

A stern warning was all that she said, before walking away through the fire and the flames. I had no time to dwell on her though, I quickly nudged Shelly forward with my nose and we made a run for it. The Dynamics noticed us and yelled at us, but it was too late. A projectile whipped by me leaving a ringing noise through the air. Shelly tripped over many times as she ran with tears and cries, but I was there to support her.

We ran up the collapsed rubble of one of the tunnels and crawl through a crevice opening up to the system. Dropping from the top of the mountain of rubble, we were finally safe. In the tunnels, we could finally rest. But not for long.

"What do we do now?" Shelly whimpered in my chest. The wetness of her tears dappled on my fur.

"We do what we must do, what we do best." I responded softly, "We survive. We run, hide and live."

Shelly looked up at my eyes, and I looked down at hers. The tears on her eyes broke my heart and I knew a rogue lifestyle would destroy her. No. I rather fight to make sure she would not ever live a lifestyle of anything but happiness.

I must protect her. If all else fails, I will make sure she doesn't die...

Vuella

I re-watched the footage for the millionth time. The ruins they left it in. Once a bustling place thriving with life and commerce. Now reduced to mere rubble and flames. Many taken as prisoners, others executed as enemies of the state, rebels of the ideology. Others just slaughtered from gunfire or explosives, ripped by claws and eviscerated by jaws. Others suffered the worse fate of a slow death from the blaze. Many tried to flee, but few made it out alive. Worst of all, this was a display of their strength, a way to insight fear within the rebels and the people and a silent way of purging the imperfects.

An attack on the lifeline of the imperfect. An attack on the rebels. What extent will the Sirens go to the defeat us? To purge the unworthy? To end the imperfect? Only I know the length they will go to. In order to beat them… No… In order to survive, we must be able to tolerate the hundreds of atrocities, the slaughter of thousands of our kits, the massacre of millions of our catkin.

But if we could just hold on, we will be able to topple them. The world will watch them fall… And we will rise victouriously.

I sighed. Am I but a spokescat for doom and disaster? I laughed in pain, do I foretell us our own demise? I cannot lead, I cannot fight. I can only tell them that we will win through blood and sacrifice. I am no leader, I am a spectator. But at least now, I am not playing with fate. Not acting like god.

But am I any better than what I was before I rebelled? Or am I merely playing god yet again, twisting the fates of these desperate lives into a rebellion against my own demons?

I doubt myself. I cannot live with myself. And the walls of the complex only walls me in. Keeping my demons in. I am so very much alone. Alone with these shadows who taunt me of my past.

Still… If I can change the fate of one life, I will…

The Siren Centre… Not a place I've been to a while. Though I may have been revoked of my rights and rebuked, the Sirens are surely too lazy enough to remove me from the database.

The walls of the Centre reached high and thick. Built with stignium and agnium alloy, it was almost impenetrable. Almost.

Masking myself within the shadow of the night, I crept through the abandoned streets of the city centre. The street was deathly silent with an eerie foreshadowing. A busy centre of commerce at day, a graveyard at night. Passing by the market and the many sandstone, storey buildings considered lush, I made my way to the high walls of the Centre. And there, sure enough, I found it. A large crater pounded into the ground, tunnelling down into the underground, a sure reminder of the destruction that had occurred just hours ago. Yet this incident seemed to fall on deaf ears to the public, or at least those living in the lush city centre. Perhaps it was censored and the site controlled. Perhaps they did not know of the crimes the Siren have imposed upon us. But nevertheless, they followed suit, they were all murderers in the eyes of the rebellion.

Further down my path, I finally reached the complex's walls. All trees were cut down here, down to a minute size. While they may be lazy, the Sirens were in fact intelligent. The place was designed to keep intruders out and the 'beasts' in. I unsheathed special claws designed to rip through any other metal. Easy does it.

Scratch, clank.

Yes!

With a slash of my claws, I ripped out a small hole in the walls. I smiled, the Sirens forgot about Ziene. Was it the scarcity of the material or mere oversight? It didn't matter to me. I had an objective, one that did not coincide with the Sirens' mistakes.

Breaking into the centre was the first step. The second, a more dangerous plan formulated within my mind, ready to be initiated.

The Perfected did not need sleep, they did not need energy. Thus, they were on constant patrol and awareness. Their orders were to kill on sight of any strangers within the Centre. However, they were capable of self-awareness and self-intelligence. If I could find her, would I get the answers I need? Moreover, would she remember who I was? Would she attack me?

"Vuella, traitor of the Sirens, leader of the rebellion and ender of the Third Left Wing Law."

I snapped around at the voice, jumping back from her. The claws unsheathed, the mechanical fangs bared. She may be ready for a fight, but I had prepared for this. I was ready for a speech.

"Stop!" I pleaded to her, "Hear me out!"

She growled, "What are you doing here!" She had activated all her weapons, her electromagnetic artillery initiated, her mini-missile carriers ready for launch and her gun barrels already riveting ready to fire at a moment's notice.

"Hold on!" I cried out to her, begging her to keep the volume down and to retract her weapons, "I only want answers from you, I just want to hear you again!"

She glared with malice taking a step forward claws on my throat, "You lost that privilege when you betrayed the Sirens."

"It was all for you." I whimpered, "You did not deserve to live like a slave. You are too smart to be controlled."

The she-cat hesitated, weapons slowly retracting back into her body. Finally, with one last death glare, she spoke.

"You have five minutes, after that, I cannot guarantee your safety." She whispered, her tone was one of solemness as if she was remembering something from the past that was dear to her.

"All I want is to hear your perspective, I know you were there when it happened." I breathed out, through gasps of relief. Without the pressure of her weapons, I could finally breathe properly, not the nervous wheezes of anxiety I normally break out into.

"I cannot tell you much since a lot is subject to secrecy even from me but I shall entitle you privy to some classified information." She spoke with seriousness in her throat, "I will give you as much as I know, not because of your status with me, but rather because of your genuine heart of gold."

Her android eyes twinkled with the first signs of emotions, the abilities I implemented into her…

"Creator…"

A/N: Chapter 2 feels meh, like I didn't expand on Andratas' perspective enough. But Vuella, now that is a different story. Vuella is getting there, you'll understand her soon enough. Also the first Perfected is introduced! Perfected work in a class system with different classes of them. Kinda like ships I guess. There is the Infinity Class, Bastion Class, Vivid Class and Neon Class. Also, there is the ringleader of the Perfected. That one is in its own class called Prefect. All in all, there are 25 Perfected, 6 in each of the 4 main classes and 1 Prefect. And yes, Stignium, Agnium and Ziene are all imaginary metals. But they are based off real metals, like Stignium is meant to be a story-equavilent silver, Agnium for gold and Ziene for Diamonds. Well that's it for now. Remember, you can submit your OCs if you wish.