Chapter 20: Maybe Writing Your Own Rules Is A Good Thing

Listen to my words: I simply do not care if you think I'm a crazed demon. I can be an angel if I want to. And that's just what I'm going to be. I don't care if I'm supposed to destroy the world. I will be the angel. I'll kill whoever this angel is. No one will stop me. I'll kill anyone who tries. And I'll be king. It'll be my kingdom. Of killers. Murderers. Tricksters. And what a wonderful world it will be.

Now you see, I am not in my right mind at the moment. Blinded by the need to protect someone who protected me. And why shouldn't I have wanted to protect Nightpaw? She literally brought me back to life. For that I will always be grateful. Although I don't want to be the extremely cliché hero who never dies. That's just wrong. I might be a demon, but that does not mean I have to live forever.

"Darkpaw?" It was Blaze. Just the cat I wanted to see. Not locked up. So Nightpaw lied. Great. Perfect. I just love being lied to. And it's even better that Nightpaw was the one to have to courage to. It just means I might care a bit less when she finally dies.

I growled when I saw him. I couldn't help it. He was the one who killed me. Killed me like I was a fly. I hated him.

"Okay..." Blaze backed away from me, fear radiating from his pelt, "I know you may not like me right now, but that wasn't me." He was pleading. Pleading. Like he thought he could change my mind. Ha. My mind doesn't change easily.

"You killed me." I growled, "I was dead." The fear increased. I savored the scent. I slowly stalked forward. He backed away. I licked my jaws. They thirsted for the taste of blood. My whole body thirsted for blood. Wonderful. This was one of the times where I was okay with killing everyone I knew. It wouldn't matter afterword, because I would be satisfied. No one would be able to kill me or disobey me or order me around. I would be free to do as I please. Once I'm done with ShadowClan, I could move on to the other Clans. What a wonderful world it would be.

Blaze yowled in pain as my claws ripped apart his flesh. I loved the sound of his pain. So I decided to play with him. I grabbed his tail in my teeth, and dragged him across the clearing as fast as I could. Cats stared in horror. I laughed with glee. It was the most fun I've ever had with my victims. Then I threw him up to the sky. Just like he did with me. My eyes glistened with a murderous joy. I couldn't wipe the grin off my face.

"Darkpaw!" I dropped Blaze at Nettlepaw's call, "I have a surprise for you!"

Then I was tackled by Hollystar. I hissed. She was the only cat I knew who could match my skill for longer that 10 heartbeats. I still killed her in the end, though.

Each of our claws fought for an opening in each of our defenses. Funny, how being a psychopathic killer grants you the ability of invincibility. Real funny. I dodged her attacks and she dodged mine, making it an endless battle to the death. Yup. That's what it would've been, anyway. But I just happened to black out. Great. Just great. No one just up and drops on the battle field. But I did.

"This is why I don't trust him!" A she-cat.

"I don't care if you don't trust him. He is a vital part of stopping the Dark Forest." A tom.

I shook my head. It was pounding. Pounding like it was going to kill me. I looked around. Different than last time. I can't describe it. But there was a pool in the center of this place. Stars surrounded it.

"Listen to me Bramblestar. You've obviously made a mistake. So why not let me chose our next volunteer."

Voices. Were they in my head? Or were they in this weird place?

"Squirrelstar. You can't honestly believe that I would make such a grave mistake."

My murderous trance left me. I hated things like this. Dreams. Visions. They weren't real. I preferred real things. Tangible things. Not things that you were likely to forget when you woke up.

"I do."

Especially when there were weird voices in your head that argued over something you didn't know about.

"Shh...I think he can hear us..."

"Is he supposed to?"

"I think that's why he suddenly collapsed."

"Is this Opin's doing?"

I growled at her name. What were these cats talking about? I would not fall victim to her ways. She tried to kill me. I would never forgive her.

"It's happening now?"

I shook my head again. These voices were indeed in my head. I was certain. It's weird how everything else going on in my head silenced when they started speaking. Like they were controlling my every move. But that was impossible. Everyone has their own free will. No one controls anyone. Unless you're being possessed by Opin. That might be the one exception.

"I believe it is, Squirrelstar. The beginning of the transformation."

My ears pricked. What kind of sick dream was this? What the heck was a transformation? It made no sense, it was completely unexplainable. All of my dreams before have been explainable. Except...the one with Joann. With her being all void-like. She couldn't have been able to talk to me in my dreams, right? That doesn't happen, right? I'm right, right? Please tell me I'm right. I don't want to be someone who lives in a fantasy world where the stars are crazy old cats who send prophecies of the future. I don't believe in that stuff. I never will.

"This is serious." Bramblestar started pacing. Different scenarios were tossed in his head. Everything was happening too fast. It was supposed to be seasons before Opin was expected to attack them. Seasons before he was supposed to transform. He growled and nothing, causing Squirrelstar to glance at him worriedly.

"Bramblestar, it's perfectly fine." She encouraged.

He turned on her, eyes wild with fury, "It's not fine!" He spat, "He's writing his own rules here. Changing his own game. Everywhere we turn he has a different opinion. StarClan is supposed to help him, but we can't help if he continues moving to fast for us to keep up." He stopped pacing for a moment, then shook his head and continued his same steps over and over again, "This is extremely serious."

Squirrelstar blinked, "Well, I think writing your own rules is fine." Before Bramblestar got a chance to interrupt her with his already furious tone, she continued, "It leaves everyone in awe of everything you do. If not even your ancestors know what will happen to you, then everyone will try to write their own rules too."

"No one can write their own rules. It's not supposed to happen. Everything is already written. We should already know how his mind works, how he'll think in every situation. So we can help him. He has to believe in StarClan."

"He hasn't believed in StarClan this whole time, and yet, he's still moving forward with our plans. Quicker than we thought, too. Maybe sometimes writing your own rules is a good thing."

Bramblestar didn't respond. He was too lost in his anger. No one should be able to escape StarClan's power, unless you're a part of the Place of No Stars. But Cat wasn't. Or...Darkpaw now. He wasn't supposed to write his own rules.

"Bramblestar...listen to me." Squirrelstar started.

"What do you want now?" Bramblestar whined. This whole situation had him upset like a kit who couldn't go outside to play. And it was killing him.

"Cat won't ever be a true believer of StarClan. Maybe to keep his place among the Clans, but that's it. We've already seen his thoughts about that. They won't change. I'm sure of it. But you have to believe that he will succeed in defeating Opin. And all the other monstrosities in this world."

Bramblestar chuckled softly to himself, "Didn't you doubt him last time we talked about this?"

Squirrelstar glanced at the ground, clearly embarrassed, "Y-yes, but I have faith in him now. He doesn't really want to hurt anyone. And he cares about Nightpaw. Blaze too, even if he won't admit it. Blaze did kill him."

Bramblestar blinked slowly, remembering times when he, too, thought about things that surely were against the will of StarClan, "Fine, Squirrelstar, I will trust him for now. But if he puts just a few more paws out of place. If he writes his own rules more than once from now on, I won't hesitant to call him back and send another Cursed One."

"It's fine. The angel will take care of it. We'll watch him for now." Squirrelstar put a calming paw on Bramblestar's shoulder, and licked his cheek.

They glanced at the pool together, watching Cat recover from unconsciousness. They watched as he slowly shook his head and cursed himself for letting the murderous daze take him over once again.

Itachi'sFangirl818 - I'm so sorry...but Word quit on me so I couldn't upload the chapter as soon as you replied. But if you try to kill me...I have Darkpaw to back me up. Don't forget I'm a demon. Fire is my favorite toy.

Broken of Towering Trees - Here are more words.

Word really did quit on me. After I had the whole chapter completed. So I had to rewrite the whole entire thing. I would've had this uploaded two days ago if that didn't happen. Screw you Word.

-Moon