Hannah's Fanfiction - "Tails In The Loft"
"So what are your powers then?" I asked Brian and Alec, hoping for a change in topic.
They didn't get a chance to tell me. A sound like the rolling of distant thunder came from downstairs, the whole floor of the loft vibrating. A matter of heartbeats later I was standing, three paces from the couch, backed up against the wall by flashing fangs, gnashing and snapping for my hands and face.
"Call them off!" Brian shouted.
The largest of the beasts, with long black hair and slit eyes the size of basketballs flung out a paw, swatting at me with its claws outstretched. The curved sword-sharp blades of its talons swiped across my upper arm, and I'd never felt more like prey than I did in this exact moment. The swipe flung me sideways, and in a heartbeat, the other two furry creatures the size of horses were on me.
The striped grey one settled forward on its paws, eyes set on me, the slope of its back curved in a prepared pounce. The other one–white with black markings–flicked its tail, snapping its jaws in time with the tic-tic-tic of its claws across the loft flooring. I froze. It didn't take a genius to know that they were waiting for me to run, frothing at the chance to tackle me, raking claws and fangs through my skin.
While those two were at it, the long haired black one inched closer, mouth open as it chittered at me, the vibrations from the sound rattling through the floor and making my bones vibrate. I grit my teeth at the pain in my arm and tried to think of something I could do that would amount to more than curling up into a fetal position to protect my arms, legs and face.
"Call off the fucking cats!" I heard Brian bellow, again.
A tooth or claw scratched my ear. I think that's what spooked me, because my composure broke and I cried out.
Just a second or two later, a much longer span of time than it sounds like when a herd of giant cats are tearing at you, there was the metallic clank of a can opener. Hearing the noise, the three cats abruptly backed off. The striped gray one offered one hostile hiss followed by a long guttural growl as it slinked away.
Lisa and Alec helped me to my feet. I was shaking like a leaf. One of my hands gripped my bleeding arm, as much to stop the worst of the trembling as to cradle the injury. I had tears in the corners of my eyes and I was clenching my teeth so hard my jaw ached.
On the opposite side of the room, Brian was rubbing the back of one of his hands. The three cats were sprawled in various positions around the loft, and my gaze slipped to the girl who was lying on the ground. She had blood running from both of her nostrils. I recognized her from the picture I had seen on her wiki page. Rachel Lindt. Fur Ball. Pussy.