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Lillian had not slept a wink so far that night. She kept her eyes darting back and forth from a small fire that someone had built, to the figure sitting across the fire. The figure was sitting up, with their eyes closed. Just when Lillian had thought that the figure had fallen asleep, she was startled by the figure waking up. They stood quickly yelling and cursing. Lillian shrank back against the black SUV that they had gotten around in.
"Damn! Just when I thought I had her! She's somewhere else! Damn it!" The yellow eyes of the figure set on the fire.
"P-Please... Why do you...h-have to do that?" Lillian asked.
The bright eyes moved from the fire and narrowed at Lillian.
"That's none of your business!" The figure yelled back in a growling woman's voice.
Lillian covered her face, fearing for her life. She heard a deep sigh and then some footsteps. Hearing them get closer to her, she felt the ground shake just a little as she heard something drop to the ground.
"Here..." The other woman said as she walked back to the other side of the fire and sat back down.
Lillian looked up to see a bottle of cold water in front of her. She looked from the bottle to the figure and saw that the woman had closed her eyes once again, appearing to be in some sort of meditation. Lillian took the bottle of water and gulped it down gratefully.
"I wonder what she meant when she said that she had lost someone that had moved somewhere else?..." Lillian thought to herself as she finished the water and looked up to the woman across the fire.
"...I wonder what she plans to do with me?..."
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Bright and early in the morning, a man in his mid thirties was getting himself ready for work. His family had already set out on their own, the kids to school, his wife to work, and now he was walking out the door to set out on his own for the day. He walked out of the front door, closing it behind him and fumbling around with his keys, searching for the one that would lock the door. As he did this, he looked up and saw something that was rather strange in that neighborhood. A giant, blue semi-truck with flame decals was sitting in front of the house across from his. The thing nearly took up half of the street.
"Damn truckers..." he muttered to himself as he found the right key, and locked the door.
Walking to his car in the driveway, he stopped just before getting in, seeing something he really had never thought he'd see in the neighborhood. A grayish Pontiac Solstice, and a two-thousand and eight Chevrolet Camaro sitting two houses down from the blue truck.
"I wonder who owns those?!" he thought as he slowly got into his car, starting it up and driving away.
As the car left the street, three familiar faces poked out from two of the smaller cars. They got out slowly, trying to act inconspicuous. They walked up to a house and went straight down the driveway to the back door.
"Are you sure about this?" Mikaela asked in a whisper.
"Would you rather wait a few weeks?!" Sam asked sarcastically.
"Stop your worrying. I was here just a few hours ago, no one's home, and no one's coming to check on the place until tomorrow. As long as we're quiet we'll be okay," Cat said as she opened the storm door and put her left on the door handle gently tugging at it.
Before Cat got into the door she stopped with a gruesome thought of what was going to happen afterwards.
"He's right! You could have been captured by the Decepticons, and we would never have known until it was too late!" Optimus scolded angrily has he pointed to Ironhide.
"I made it back didn't I?!" Cat asked sarcastically.
"Only because your butt was saved!" Sam pointed out.
Cat turned and glared at the two humans who had their arms crossed and said, "You're not helping..."
Cat turned at the sound of Optimus giving a sigh as he said, "If we're going to do this, then we'd better take care of it now. Ratchet, Ironhide, you two stay here and work on the new arm. The rest of us will take the children," he ordered as he looked to Cat with an "And-just-so-you-know" look and said, "We're going to have to save this conversation after we get back..."
"Cat?" a hand shook her shoulder and brought her back to the present from the morning's conversation.
"W-What? Oh.. Right... Get back, I'm going to have to break it down," she ordered as the other two stood back further from the house.
Cat took a step back and brought up her right leg, holding onto the storm door so it wouldn't close on her. With just a slight kick to the right of the door handle, the door, easily broke open. Cat stood there for just a second to make sure that the sound of an alarm wasn't going to go off. She motioned for the other two to join her as she closed the storm door behind them, looking around to make sure they weren't being watched.
Walking into the kitchen area, they saw three bowls sat at the foot of one of the bottom cabinets. One was halfway full of water, the other halfway full of dried cat food, and the other bowl had -
"Oh gross! What's that?!" Mikaela pointed to the third bowl.
The bowl was empty of anything solid to eat, yet there were patches of a wet, red substance. Cat looked down to what Mikaela was pointing at and smelled it briefly.
"Blood... Cow blood I think..." she said in a rather questionable voice.
The other two looked to her and Sam asked, "What's a bowl of cow blood doing next to a bowl of cat food?"
"I'm not sure. I know the owner said that there was an animal they called "Muffin" here, but it was referred to as a cat. I didn't hear anything about any other animals. Here, let me through first..." Cat replied as she stepped past Sam and Mikaela, slowly looking into the living room.
"Nothing here... You two stay here while I check around the rest of the house," She motioned for them to stay while she had a look around.
"Man, I'm thirsty..." Sam said with a dry, strained voice.
Mikaela gave a laugh as she walked back into the kitchen and said, "Well, if we're going to steal water to shower, we may as well steal some food and drinks!"
Sam chuckled and watched as the girl opened the fridge door. She rooted around a minute before throwing Sam a cola and grabbing one for herself. She giggled as she was about to close the door when she froze in place and stopped what she was doing.
"Sam... Come here a minute..." she said in a surprised voice.
"What is it?" Sam asked as he walked into the kitchen.
He joined Mikaela at looking into the fridge and stopped at what he saw.
Mikaela reached in and picked up a package of cubed beef and asked, "Do you think that this is what was in the bowl?"
Sam looked at the package and back to the fridge where he saw three others just like it, dripping the red substances onto the glass tray of the fridge's bottom shelf.
"No that's just... Well, I'm not sure..." he replied, scratching his head over the question.
Just then a low growl came from the living room, and the two humans jumped at the noise. They looked to see something that was not your average house cat.
The eyes of a wildcat stared back at them, still growling. Mikaela jumped behind Sam, both of their heart rates spiking with fear. The gold eyes of the cat glared at the two as it slowly stepped forward.
"Shit Sam..." Mikaela's voice trembled.
"Uh... Muffin, I presume?" he asked, backing up further.
"Cat! Cat get down here! We found Muffin!" Mikaela yelled from behind Sam.
"Nice kitty... Easy kitty... Good kitty..." Sam put his hands up trying to calm the beast down.
The cat suddenly turned towards the stairs as the sound of Catherine walking down them caught it off guard.
"Oh good, I was worried that we might have let it out for a minute there!" Cat replied to Mikaela's call as she laid eyes on the beast.
"Hello there, Muffin!" Cat said as she reached forward and pet the animal.
"Cat, no!" Sam yelled.
The girl rubbed the wildcat behind the ears as it gave a soft purr to the touch.
"What? It's just a cat!" Catherine chuckled.
"That's not your average house cat!" Sam said in a Matter-of-factly tone.
"No, it's a wildcat. They sometimes mate with house cats and get these smaller versions. I don't know why humans take them as pets but, to each his own I suppose," Cat explained as she gave the animal a good back scratching, and then stood up.
"So, who's first?" She asked.
"That'll be me!" Mikaela announced as she ran past Sam.
"The main bath is upstairs in the last room on the left," Cat told the girl as she rushed up the stairs, a door slamming in her wake.
Sam chuckled as he sat down on the couch and opened his can of soda.
Cat looked to the boy and said, "Oh good, you've found something to eat!"
"Yeah, there's stuff in the fridge. Figured while we're here we may as well just take advantage," he replied, taking a sip of the cold substance.
"Well don't get too comfortable. These people didn't exactly plan for us to be here, and I'm not turning into a common criminal," she advised.
"Yeah, sure. Should we also do the dishes while we're at it, miss "I've got to break down the door"?" Sam laughed.
Cat rolled her eyes and said, "I'm going out back to keep a lookout..."
As the girl was about the stroll out the back door that they had come through, the phone began to ring. As if trained to, Sam's hand immediately went to the phone and picked it up. As he did this, he looked up to see Cat had turned and her eyes were wide, and her mouth hanging open like an amusing cartoon character.
"What?" Sam asked as he looked at the phone in his hand, then realizing what he had just done.
The boy looked back to Cat, his eyes wide now as well. Instead of hanging up quickly, he put the phone to his ear, not saying anything.
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Chapter Teaser!
"Hey! Carl! There you are!" A young woman approached the old man, and he turned to the girl with a smirk.
"So you finally made it in to work did you, Melissa?" he asked.
"Jim told me about the mess at the Famer's Market, anything happen here?" she asked.
"Well I thought I heard someone moving around back here, but I can't seem to find anything... Guess it was just them that was hit," he replied, looking back to the piles of junk.
The girl smiled and said, "You're gettin' paranoid in your old age! Now come on, we've got some customers to take care of!"
"Yeah, sure..." The old man replied, turning back towards the main building, but not before glancing back at the junkyard, looking for any suspicious people that didn't belong.