Characters from Chapter 3

Melody: Pure white she-cat

Chapter 4: Answers

Vuella

It wasn't much of a hiding spot, but the bushes around the outskirts of the Siren Centre gave enough cover for us to talk.

"You want to know what happened there?" The golden-brown she-cat turned around onto me, eyes glimmering with a questioning glint.

"I know what happened, I just want to know what you did." I insisted.

She blinked, before sighing, "I did what I had to do…"

My eyes flash up to hers. My paw trembled at the thought of what she had done. Her eyes avoided mine, staring down at her shuffling paws. It wasn't her fault…

She wasn't the death machine she was created for, she wasn't meant to be a soldier killing the weak. I had promised to myself that I would not allow her to live in a world of imprisonment, in a world of despair where her only objective was to slaughter others like sheep.

She would be a fine being. One who could live truly, like any other cat. She deserved to be one, like the others. And she would only use her powers to bring good, no bring death and destruction. But as long as this system remained…

Then no matter what I give her. No matter what gift she has. No matter if she deserves it or not. Even if she was given a heart with overwhelming love and affection. The world will not change, and she must kill.

This is why I fight.

The rebellion must go on.

She looked up at me, and I stared at her. Eyes welling with the tears I gave her. Fur dampening with the sadness I let her feel. Tail drooping from her weakness to achieve her true goal; of protecting others. Her life was lived in shackles…

"I promised you I would make you free." I growled, "I promise you I would give you a life where you did not have to kill."

I dug up dirt and roots of the bushes, "They make you massacre, they make you a demon when you are a true angel."

I stared at her, determination brimming my eyes, "I promise you this, you will not have to kill no more."

Alarms began ringing and my head snapped out of the bush. Five minutes were up. Dynamics were probably going to come at any moment and with them, a group of Perfected.

My head twisted back onto her as I started backing off, out of the bush towards the opening I had created. Her head was looking away from me, her eyes tired and sad. But she had a rigid form, one that suggested of her trust.

As I shuffled back into the hole, I called out one more time to her, "Promise me this." I squeezed through, "Promise me that you won't kill, that you won't harm as much as you can. Promise me as much as I promise you, that I will set you free. Please, Emilia?"

Emilia's eyes flicked up to me. Yellow eyes, tear brimmed, and face soaked wet. Despite all that she has gone through, despite all that she will have to go through in the near future, despite all this pain, she nodded. Determination replacing tears, fur standing up, strong and ready. With one last glance at her, I gently pushed myself through the gap and exited the centre.

As I galloped away, yells and howls could be heard from within, "Over here!" I heard the loud cry of Emilia, she had to put up a façade of loyalty. And in me, my heart shattered to hear her, forced to feign respect and trust in the Sirens. But this only strengthened my resolve.

As the rows of houses within the city centre lit up in the darkness of midnight, wondering what the commotion was all about. I promised myself, She will not have to…

Andratas

"You…" I was cut off as she pushed me against the wall, and slapped a paw over my mouth.

"Hush." She whispered, looking out the corner of the alley at the raiding party, "They're out for you, you know."

I chuckled, "I'm pretty aware."

She was staring at me, confusion lingered in her eyes, "How can you be laughing at a time like this." She hissed.

I stared at her, cocking my head, "Why are you helping me? I thought you disliked me for distracting you?"

She glared at me, "If I hated you, you would be dead." Eyes glimmering with disdain.

"But you're an exception, I'm quite curious about you." She licked herself, "Most would tremble at the might of a Perfected."

She paused, staring directly at my eyes, "But you, you stood up to me. Where others would fall, you rose. Was it that young kit behind you, or perhaps overflowing anger towards us and the Sirens?" She wondered.

"I…" I was cut off again. Screams from the market square cut through the still, damp air of the alley. Echoes of pain reverberated off the wet, stone walls.

"What's going on?" I called out to her.

She grimaced back at me, "Nothing we can stop, once they are determined, they will raze through anything, in this case, this part of the slums."

"What?!" I cried out. I basically threw her out of the way as I looked around the corner.

It was a horrific scene. At the centre of the market, the raiding party had rounded up tens of civilians, and they were brutally beaten. Cuts and bruises ravaged through their fur. Brutalising scars ripped through their faces. Even young kits were being abused. This was my fault!

"No!"

My irrational, emotional side of me took over as I rushed there, much to the objection of the Perfected she-cat.

"Wai.."

But it was too late. I was standing there, glaring at the guard whom I had scratched. He grinned evilly, "I knew you would come out seeing your fellow members of the community harmed because of you."

I growled as he circled me. The remaining party members surrounded us but made no move to intervene or attack me. All around us, the market square became silent. Crows cawed and imperfects hid behind storage boxes, secretly viewing us.

"You demonise us, you don't think we help you. You show us disdain and yet we are here, generously, always assisting you when you most need it!" He continued, taunting and spitting at me.

I remained silent, death glaring at him. He could hurt me, kill me, or make me an Axxolite. But I will make sure I give him a few scars of his own.

"It is time you imperfects learn to respect our power an authority!" Charging at me.

I easily dodged the attack, but a swipe from his huge, burly paws knocked me off my feet into the dusty ground. His claws were unsheathed and he leapt at me. Rolling to the left, I quickly got up off the ground as he sunk his sharp claws into the ground where I once was. This was my chance!

I charged at him, knocking him over onto the ground. Despite his size, weight and strength, I had pinned him, now it was time to inflict some long-term memories. A deep slash into his eyes would do the trick. Unfortunately, I hesitated. I wasn't sure. I've never maimed someone to this degree before. He managed to recover, flinging me off him and into another less fortunate guard.

I tried desperately to get up, but my paws were against it and my body betrayed me. Lazily, I flopped down, eyes staring at the guard lumbering slowly towards me.

He spat a tooth out of his mouth. Blood following suit, "The fun and games are over, time to teach you the meaning of respect and discipline."

I tried one more futile attempt of getting up, but the guard kicked my efforts down, pinning me with his paws.

"I would, if anyone else, give them the honour of their last words." He stiffly shrugged, "But you, you don't deserve the honour!" He yowled.

His paws raised, winding up to end me, his claws unsheathed prepared to stab right through my skulls. His eyes glinting with an evil sneer. He would show no mercy. And as the slow motion paw came cascading down, I prayed that they would be safe. I prayed to the Stars that Melody would be safe, that all the other imperfects would be safe, even that Perfected who saved me would be, but most importantly… I prayed that Shelly would survive and live a true, happy life. That someone will protect her, and they will care for her. That she would not be so grief-stricken by my death, that she finds herself living a reclusive lifestyle. Finally, the paw slammed against my head, claws connected with my fur. And this time, I fell into true darkness, deathly darkness.

Is this the end?

All around me my hearing started decaying away, cries and screams bombarded what was left of my system. And my sense of feeling… The last thing I felt was the rough jaws on my scruff. Probably the guard, about to end my pitiful life, in a swift bite of the neck and throat.

A swift end, maybe there was some mercy to him…

A/N: Oh no, a cliff-hanger. But it's pretty obvious what will happen right? (Winky face) Yeah! Die and that's it from his perspective! Nah, you probably guessed it right. Also, she's revealed! Emilia! But her real name is actually E.M.L.A.I. You figure out what that stands for with clues within the previous chapters. Remember, still accepting OCs, probably forever. Anyways, that's it for now. See ya later.