The kitten soon grew up to a majestic being of silky black and gold fur, prowling around like the lion she is. Often she would jump and perch herself near the head of her servant and bat his head for the heck of it. It would often result in him rubbing her head but she would swipe at his hand and bit him since that wasn’t what she wanted. Why couldn’t he read her motives? It should be obvious in what she wanted, yet this fool didn’t understand her simple basic cat manners.
“Eclipse, you can’t be hungry again. You just ate a warm meal not twenty minutes ago. Or are you looking for treats?”
“Foolish Servant! I don’t desire food, I demand my squeak toy and that feather ball.”
“Okay, come on I’ll get you some treats.”
The two walked to the kitchen where her snacks were located.
“Fool! I don’t want my cookies! I want... is that cat nip flavour?”
“Here you go, you’ll love these ones. Now leave me alone to my work. I have a lot of studying to do.” her servant sure was stupid but the added treats was a welcome surprise. She ate in silence and went to bother her servant again when she noticed that he had brought out her toys. The ones she wanted in the first place. He was stupid, but very thoughtful. She liked having him around because of the surprise he leaves her with.
Now bored with her toys and full and content she jumped and laid beside her personal heater that often stroked her fur down in a soothing sleepy manner.
Ember looked down at the smooth silky fur purring away her happiness. Timber was studying in the library, saying that Ember was too much a distraction. Timber was the real distraction, but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss his boyfriend. Sighing he got up and stretched, it was well past six pm meaning that Timber wasn’t going to come by, and her majesty would be hungry and demand to be feed on time or face her claws of doom and discipline. He didn’t mind either way, she always scratched him when ever she felt like it.
It’s been five days, not much had changed other than the new found freedom I was given. Asking the occasional question, possibly keeping my hard personality in place while they moved around. It was difficult not to shrink from them when ever they rose their voice, but I always try and keep still as much as possible and keep my passive face unchanged and not in the slightest moved by their antics. I was taking full advantage of the gym equipment, despite Path’s warnings of me overworking myself. They were going to take this away from me anyways when they resumed to beat me. It felt like it was now part of the routine that I quickly adjusted myself too.
Chic has been watching me closely, possibly keeping an eye on my closing wounds. He always has when I start to heal. As if watching them and willing them to close faster. At first it was unsettling how he always stared, he left a creepy impression that was for sure. Just stare and not say anything. Although I might be the same when I’m trying to figure out someone that could be a potential threat to myself, and acting on how to deal with said threat. Right now, I’m trying to deal with my mentality around these people. It feels like I’m slowly losing, I had a great lead at the starting line but now it seems like I’m running out of energy and the others are catching up. Smiling at my lowing pace and getting ready to grab me and throw me down to throw weapons down on my aching lungs and throbbing legs... to break me.
Lou and Path were arguing again, I forgot about what, but we all sit down on the large couch to watch movies or whatever was on t.v. much to Chic’s dismay. He hated when I wasn’t in the room it seems, and hated when no one was watching me. Lou and Path hate watching me work out for hours on end and Chic never bothered with hanging around since he could care less to what happens to me. I could jump out the window and he wouldn’t care. Well maybe because the windows are on the second floor, and the fence in the back are high so climbing out wouldn’t be possible.
“Tsk. Shut up!” Chic yelled at the two, I flinched slightly since the guy was sitting next to me on the couch. We were watching a child’s show, something about monsters and taming them. Or dragons? Fairies? Maybe I should pay attention that show.
“Rocrash! Are you okay? We’ll get them next time, I’m sure of it!” one of the characters said.
“I could have handled it if you didn’t get in the way, William!” the monster said growling. It looks like a mix between a rock monster and a cat? Dog? The two were fighting a large electric steel dragon type thing and it was ruining a city. Very typical for a children’s show. The outcome of this would be the evil guy got away having been beat and swearing revenge. The second season would be them older and the guy returning with a stronger monster and trying to take the world or something or other. I sighed out of boredom. These shows were very predictable, the outcome always the same, the story never changes. Chic stood up dragging me with him as he did so.
“Aw, but it was getting good...” I mildly complained as I was ushered down the stairs to the basement that seemed way to small to be only what was shown.
“Tsk, you were bored out of your mind, I thought you wouldn't want to suffer anymore than needed.”
“That’s rich coming from you,” I shot back feeling defensive.
“Be glad I took you away from that otherwise they would have made you watch it all over again and make you answer questions about the show, tsk.”
“Wonder what the punishment would be if I got them wrong. An extra punch each?” I said not caring as I was placed on the bed roughly.
“Tsk, you’re almost healed now, only a matter of time before we can have our way with you.” Chic said coldly not leaving the room.
“Fantastic, my guess you’ll refuse to break my bones? I don’t really use my fingers anyways-”
“Stop tempting me, tsk. Boss wouldn’t want that unless you try to escape, tsk.”
“My escape plans are always foiled before I even attempt so what’s the use?”
“Tsk, I wouldn’t put it past you to think of something. Ash and Blair are arguing about taking you out to see the town, tsk.” Chic stepped forward and grabbed my collar hoisting me up slightly, “You know what my thoughts on it are?” My face remained impassive as he continued, “I’ll break every bone in this body if you so much as put a toe out of line and say something to someone that isn’t Ash or Blair or myself. You got that?” This threat was new coming from Chic and his anger was raging under that skin and roared behind those eyes. I only nodded and was set down roughly and Chic walked out to relay the message possibly. That threat wasn’t accompanied by the usual clicks he makes so he means business.
I laid on the bed the wounds on my sides were the only ones not quite healed yet. I’ve opened these wounds plenty of times while working out, possibly looking like I didn’t want to heal because of the impending beating I’ll have. It wasn’t intentional really, I just over work my workout, determined to have my own muscles back. Surprisingly enough, Path was all more happy for it. Now any wounds that he had made on my body he kissed. The doctor always relished in my prolonged recovery, inflicting pain when she has to stitch me back up again.
I brought the blanket up to shield me from the cold the room brought down. The air always smelled sweet now, I was always in the dark of the room and become blind when hit was light stronger then a lighting bug. I was always locked in silence now since my entertainment has been moved upstairs. I was allowed on or the other t.v. or the gym. I can’t have both. The choice was always mine in that matter. Food was ate upstairs as well. This place is used for bathroom breaks and sleeping now, or solitary confinement when they get sick of me and my new found freedom. The room was always quiet, the loud noises of the house is silenced when that door closes.
I sigh trying to find sleep although that is a worse place than my own thoughts now. Wonder what kind of nightmare I’ll put myself through... I remember my cat, ever since Timber died she mysteriously died. Ever since I left Coale on his own my mother had mysteriously died. Same with her cats. I was truly alone. Taking a quick breath in I decide to be human for a bit. I let loose those emotions.
Nothing happened.
Seems like I really am without emotions.
Getting up from the bed I walked to the bathroom to look in the mirror.
“I am Umber Wixx, I will not be broken,” I said confidently into the mirror, I was met with an approved glint in my eyes. I sighed, and wondered why I won’t release my emotions. “Talk to me....” I said to my reflection.
No words were exchanged, and I just walked out to laid down in the bed again. Is what I’m doing really worth it? No one is searching for me. I may as well face that fact, but my stubborn mind refuses to let go that I’ve made people worry about my sudden disappearance. There’s no way a detective would vanish without saying anything to anyone.
“My servant! About time you showed up, I demand food! It’s been two days and I have not eaten!” Eclipse howled her discomfort at starving.
Ember remembered coming home after the funeral, he was hoping to come back to his cat pawing at him affectionately. But she was no where to be found. Her usual places were empty and her food wasn’t filled. He had asked someone to look after his lovely pet but it seems they didn’t do their job.
“Eclipse?” Ember wandered the house some more only to walk into the bathroom and find a sight that ripped him apart. There on the walls was writing.
‘Surprise!’
Ember breathed in and out seeing the arrow pointing to the closed shower. It smelled when he walked in his house now it smelled even worse. Decay.
He braced himself to find Eclipse, he pulled the curtains and saw a body that didn’t belong to his cat. It was the guy that was looking after her. So what happened to his cat?
He walked out of the room relieved and searched. He walked into his room and saw a black and gold fluff laying on his bed.
“Eclipse!” he walked over and touched the breathing fur. Things scattered about from his cat.
I woke up with a start when something cold splashed on me.
“Wake up, tsk.” Chic as cold as ever dragged me up the stairs without letting me change. I was sat at the tiny kitchen table with a plate of simple eggs, sausage, and hash-browns. The the usual sweet breakfast I was now getting used to.
The plate was overly peppered.
I tried my best to eat everything but the spicy change was too drastic for my taste. It seems they are switching my taste. Normally everything was sprinkled with some sort of sugar or always tasted sweet. This new change was harsh on my sweet accustomed tongue. I normally don’t mind the spicy food, it have it at least once every two days, but now it seems that I’ll be having it everyday or they will force me to appreciate Path’s food more.
Chic dragged me to the gym after having stopped eating. The situation was uncomfortable and surprising. I hadn’t expected this much of a change. But it suit Chic just fine and it seemed he was the only one here. Picking up my equipment and started the usual workout how ever long it will be with Chic’s patience.
It turned out that Chic was more patient than I gave him credit for, and I was indeed getting stronger again. I sighed and stopped my workout to take a small break before starting up again, didn’t happen as I was once again dragged by the arm to go and eat again it seems. Path and Lou were no where to be found and it was only Chic. I ate the spicy food grimacing as it was more spicy then breakfast. My tongue felt numb by the time I finished and was ushered downstairs roughly, I felt like a child that was being disciplined for not keeping up. This was stupid!
Securely back in the room as it was still left in a wet mess I decide to clean myself up, today didn’t give me much to process anything. I felt my head pound as I was finally given a moment to go over what happened. I sighed as I thought and watched the water drain to the center of the bathroom. My wounds didn’t reopen thankfully, my dream this time was of my cat. I lost a lot during that time. Than waking up rudely by Chic, being dragged around, no sight of Path or Lou who were indeed more kinder to me during healing. I guess Chic was sick of me being babied, or maybe was just getting frustrated that he had to look after me while the others were gone on some sort of job or another.
I decided to change my sheets and clothes, Chic no were to be seen. I got what I needed and started sorting my own room out. Normally these things would be done for me, but it wasn’t happening while Chic was in a mood. Actually I don’t even know who does my bed or picks my clothes. It was strange, were they doing it so I’ll hopefully become dependant to them?
Ha.
With everything in order I laid down not wanting to be dragged back down here for ‘disobeying’ Chic’s pointed statement of ‘Stay’. It no longer smelled sweet, it smelled clean. Like Path was never here, and only the doctor and Chic were. I relaxed my body and waited. I didn’t feel tired after that kind of wake up call, and too scared to even sleep because of the dream. I sighed which turned into a yawn. I really am losing myself to these people. Maybe I can do some push-ups? I need to keep myself active as much as possible.
Yeah.
No rule against me working out in my own room. Actually no rules at all now that I think about it. I get right to it and start doing what I would normally do while working out to chase the boredom away.
Actually...
Does this feel familiar?
Have I gone through this before?
I shook my head as I continued, keep busy. Keep moving. I breathed hard as I continued keeping myself active and only resting when I actually need it. Chic hasn’t come back yet so I can assume that it will be awhile before he drags me up or brings my food down here or let me starve for the night. It didn’t matter either way.
My movements were rhythmic, I fell into it very easily keeping my breath even, keeping one motion. Breathe in, pull, hold, exhale, relax, breathe in, pull, hold, exhale, relax, breathe in, pull, hold, exhale, relax.
Not sure how many I did, I never bothered to count as long as it kept me moving, meditative, me. I lay on my back looking up at the ceiling, I breathed more freely as I fully allowed myself to rest.
“Have fun, Buddy?” Path said, turning my head to the direction I only nod once and looked back to the ceiling. “That’s great, you’ve been working so hard lately, I’m very proud of you, Buddy. Now come up here and eat something,” Path smiled, I stayed on the floor longer until he asked me a third time noticeably getting angry with my defiance.
“I’m not allowed to rest my tired body anymore?” I asked possibly looking like a sad puppy. Hopefully. I sat on the bed and looked at the food, I can already tell it wasn’t sweet. “He’s cooking now?” I asked.
“Figured you would want variety, do you like my cooking better?” I didn’t miss the tone he used.
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