Destructive Memories

I can't believe how fast I'm working. If you can call it that.

11. A Kitten on the Inside

The walls were draped in pink, posters of black cat faces and fuzzy green snakes hanging from the walls and ceilings.

" The Catz Cradle, huh. Well, it's fitting, to say the least," Alice muttered to herself. Her thoughts were running, and right now she was more concerned for the safety of Pierce and Gowland then a punk hangout. She followed him closely, and her mouth fell open when he merely sat down in a pink bean bag chair. " Boris, in case you didn't notice, Gowland is out by himself fighting antelope-cows and you're just sitting there like the happiest guy in the world. Not only that, but Pierce has gone missing and those things are outnumbering Gowland by the minute!"

Boris laughed again. " You need to chill out, you know that. The old man's got himself a Neo-core weapon. He'll kick some cow butt and be back up here before you know it. And just forget about the rat, he's probably fine."

Alice gaped at his words. " Boris, whether you knew it or not, and I'm sure you did, Pierce is basically a schizophrenic- masochist," she couldn't think straight she was so flustered," and if that's the case, he could get so jumpy to the point of killing himself. Did you ever think about that!" Boris huffed out a breath of annoyance." Alice, lemme give ya a little insight," he cleared his throat," first of all, get off Gowland's back already, old man's gonna be fine. And secondly, you obviously don't know how long Pierce has been like that. He's been a total psycho for the last 8 years. Don't know how he got that way, don't know why he got that way, and personally, I don't really care how he got that way. So in the long run, you need to take a chill pill or something before you give yourself a heart attack, whatever that is. If he's survived 8 out of 10 years being a total freak, then odds are he's gonna be just fine," Boris snapped.

Alice felt her knees turn to jelly, defeated by his swift argument. " Y-yeah, I guess..you're right." She plopped weakly onto the floor, ignoring the multiple pillows and bean bags that were available for use. Boris frowned, his eyes growing sad. He ran to her side, kneeling down and placing his arms around her neck. " I'm sorry Alice. I didn't mean to yell." He nuzzled into her hair, sniffing at her chestnut locks. " You still have that awesome smell. I didn't realize how much I missed it." Boris sighed. " I didn't realize.. how much I've missed you."

Boris, you don't know how much I've missed you too.

" Yeah." Alice put one of her hands over Boris's crossed palms." I missed you too." Boris pulled his hands away from her neck, and crawled on his knees to sit in from of her. He was a little taller, and his hair was lengthy, about down to his shoulder and still covering one of his eyes. His ears had been pierced more than she remembered, with 12 small gold hoops trailing up the sides of the outsides of his ears. Leaning in closer, Boris pulled her into a warm hug, his arms clasping around her waist. He held her close, and Alice could hear a soft purring coming from his chest." I really am sorry for yelling. I shouldn't have gotten so mad just cause' you didn't know. What can I do to make it up?"

Alice stood up, holding his hand and smiling." You can help me find Pierce. That's all I ask." Boris gave a weak smile." Sure thing." Boris let go of her hand and walked to the window, peering down below." Well, whatever's goin' on down there isn't done yet, the old man's ditched the fight and ran, but the Black Horns haven't left yet. We'll have to wait until those fat cows leave."

Alice sat down on a pillow, leaning back against the soft pink and black satin. Let this day end already. Boris sat down beside her, and placed a familiar fuzzy thing around her body. " You still have your boa!" Alice giggled. Boris laughed with her, sliding the boa around himself.

" What's a cat without his fur?" he grinned. " Good point," Alice laughed.

Laying her head against the boa, Alice's lids grew heavy. Why am I always tired?

Boris glanced at her, eyeing her sleep glazed face." A little cat nap wouldn't hurt, would it?" Boris snickered at the little pun, laying back on the pillows. He slunk and arm around her waist, pressing himself against her back." Sleep. You need it, badly," Boris mumbled, falling asleep himself. He can still read me like he used to. Alice smiled, drifting off to the smoky world of dreams.

Nightmare, we need to talk. There so much I have to ask, but I wonder..

.. if you'll give me the real answer.

In the end we're all dreaming of antelope-cows. Just admit it, you know you want one.

And yes, I like 4-legged plant eating animals,(mostly hoofed ones) and there will be more unrealistic screwed up mutants you know you'll love.