The WildCat

Kepi is an 18 year old college student. No one would deny that she is a little crazy, stubborn, feisty, and has a lot of imagination, but even she couldn't believe it. At least not at first. Apparently, she was a descendent of the Egyptian lion-warrior goddess Sekhmet. And her time has come. Of course, with great power comes great enemies. So Kepi will just have to suck it up and let Hot Were-Cat-God Dude help her before she gets killed.

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8. Out Come The Claws

 

“It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,

Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,

It lies behind stars and under hills,

And empty holes it fills,

It comes first and follows after,

Ends life, kills laughter.”

-J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

 

I was paralyzed, even if he weren't holding me forcefully against the wall, I wouldn't have been able to move. His teeth glinted in the darkness as he smiled wickedly. He lifted the dagger and flattened it against my wind-whipped cheek. The iron blade was ice-cold against my skin. My breathing became ragged, and I could do nothing but stare fearfully down at the rough fingers wrapped around the hilt of the dagger pressing the incredibly sharp blade into me.

''A goddess of healing shouldn't be afraid of a knife,'' he seethed.

''I'm not a goddess,'' I whispered, searching for his eyes in the dark.

''But you are,'' he insisted before quickly pulling the dagger back to plunge it into me.

I had no time to react, but I did anyway. With super-fast speed I tore to the right, and even with the speed, he managed to stab me in the side. That motherfucker. He tried again but I was ready this time. I rolled out of the way while kicking my legs out. He didn't budge but my heels scraped his legs well. I didn't stop to react. I couldn't see anything and the rain made the pavement slippery. I had no time to think about my newfound speed, already forced to dodge and whirl his next attempts.

I didn't suddenly get awesome ninja skills, so I was pretty lame actually. I knew I couldn't make it, but the fast speed gave me a little time to kill. Though not much. He flung me towards the wall, and I could smell blood with my heightened senses. A fire started burning on the back of my head. I felt hazy, like I was about to pass out. Before I could process anything, he had managed to get right in front of me and pulled his hand back.

I wasn't totally hopeless, I took some fighting lessons for a couple years, but this guy was really good. I didn't see clearly in the dark but I could've just sworn that he was pulling his hands back. Elbow high and knuckles in a fist. A whoosh of air, no second to spare. Then the impact. My head snapped to the side and tears brimmed around my eyes.

All of a sudden, I didn't feel the pain anymore. My jaws clenched and I saw only red. That psycho was gonna die! I didn't remember what happened exactly. It was a blur and yet at the same time so defined that it was almost impossible to describe.

I literally leapt up in the air and onto him. I was only mid-air for a split second, but in that time I felt every single molecule in my body change, shift. When I landed, the world changed too. I inhumanely yelped in surprise. I saw everything like it was a bright day and my whole body felt different. I was on top of him, my eyes sneering at him over my snout.

My snout!? Shit, I didn't, did I? Oh shit, I did. I was a wild animal! I had a snout, and paws, and claws, and canines, and a tail! I thought I was going bat-shit crazy. But then my eyes focused on the dude again and I forgot all about my feline-ness.

Now that I could see in the dark, I could clearly see how the guy looked like. He had no hair, but was probably in his early thirties. Intricate tattoos decorated his clean scalp. I growled and snapped my jaws at him. My anger was overpowering. Still, something inside me made me loose focus and I felt myself shrink in size. I could feel the change from animal to human in my body, in my bones. Well, I thought snarkily, my kittiness was short-lived.

When he saw that I shifted back he tore out of his daze and pushed me on the floor, taking the momentum. If there was one horrible place to be in a fight, it was on the floor, under the enemy. I was doomed. He held me down on the floor with his body and used one of his hands to wrap around my neck. He lifted my head and smashed it back against the cement. Talk about OW! I tried to struggle my way out, but moving just made him push harder to the point where it hurt like hell on steroids.

I finally got one of my hands free, but I let it stay out of his eye sight. I concentrated on only one task and soon I felt claws petrude from my fingers. I quickly took my hand/paw out and hit him in the face whilst simultaneously scratching him across the eye. That was gonna leave, one, big, son-of-a-bitch ugly scar for sure. He growled in anger and pain, and leaned back only to punch his knee into my stomach full force. My back rose from the ground in reflex and I cried out in pain.

At this point, I couldn't decipher raindrops from teardrops on my face anymore. The rain had become even more fierce, coating us, drowning us. Enveloping us and swallowing us whole. I was trying to stay alive, I really did, but it was pretty bloody difficult to.

The dreaded knife came into my peripheral vision again, and I stopped breathing. I tried to tear myself from the floor once more, but when it failed I succumbed. I gave in to death. It couldn't be too difficult to die, could it?

I closed my eyes and focused on the waterdrops landing on my face. One drop. On my cheek. One drop. On my lips. One drop. On my eyelid. One drop. Slid down my arched neck. One drop—never made it.

I heard a whoosh of air and just as I opened my eyes I saw a body collide with the bald one, and it wrenched him from above me. I rolled to the side and clutched my side, breathing heavily. I heard a fight going on somewhere and I lifted my head.

Someone was fighting with Baldy a couple feet beside me. My saviour! I wanted to cry out, but that would've brought the attention back to me. They were grunting and rolling and punching and kicking. I tried to get up but the pain in my side increased everytime I moved. I decided—more like was forced to—watch from the floor.

I'll just call my knight-in-shining-armor 'S' and my evil attacker 'Baldy' for now. So S was obviously more skilled than I, because he managed to get Baldy under him and was now proceeding to pummel him. He didn't look like he was only helping some poor soul out that he saw was getting killed in an alley. He looked like he was extremely furious, he seemed blinded by rage. Yet he was helping me, not killing me. How could someone so scary be on my side?

His hits seemed overly strong and he just kept continuously pummeling him. He didn't look like he was about to stop either. Being blined by fury was not an advantage. Eventually, Baldy was able to escape from his fist-wrath because S wasn't thinking about skill and tactics but his rage.

I watched agape as Baldy fought back, gaining momentum, and S had to shift from attack to defense. Baldy got some good hits in before S got the upperhand again. He grabbed Baldy by the shoulders and flung him at the wall. Baldy's head hit the wall with much force and he fell limp on the floor. Out.

I was pretty sure no human could fight like that. I was still watching in awe and I didn't notice S seeing that I was still here. As he got closer the moon's light glinted off his face. Just like with the dagger before, I thought to myself ironically. When I realized exactly who's face the moon's light made visible, I gasped. The rain made his shirt stick to his hard chest and his hair messy and wet as he made his way towards me. He crouched by my face, examining me.

''Are you alright?'' His eyes scrunched in worry and concentration.

''Kam,'' I breathed before I let myself fall back on the cement ground. I lay there, arms and legs spread, eyes closed and face against the pouring rain. I always loved the rain, I thought it was like swimming with clothes on. Kam chuckled, probably finding my childishness amusing. I kept my eyes closed but smiled. I patted the ground next to me, making a puddle involuntarily splash. Kam sighed but lied down beside me in the water. I felt him copy my position, hands out and head to the sky.

I knew it wasn't safe to do this, but I needed some time to process what just happened. And anyway, it wasn't like I could've moved even if I wanted to, my sides hurt like a big ass son of a bitch. I opened my eyes and turned towards Kam. He had his eyes open, but he wasn't looking at the sky. He was looking at me. He looked pained.

''We are literally lying in a huge puddle of water while it's raining. That's nice.'' Kam said with a smile, though it didn't completely reach his eyes. I smiled back before turning towards the sky again. This time I didn't close my eyes. I kept them open, gazing at the black sky, despite the water irritating my open eyes. If we were at the outskirts of town, we'd probably have seen the stars.

''Yeah, it's pretty nice.'' I knew he was joking but I couldn't help agreeing with him. It was really nice. To think that a couple feet away lay an unconscious proof to the fact that a couple minutes ago it wasn't so nice here.

''I know,'' I softly said after a while.

''Know what?'' He asked, even though he knew darn well what I was talking about.

''That you were right and I should have listened to you.''

''Yup, I told you so,'' he said, effortlessly lightening the mood.

''Don't go there, Kam. So everything is fine now? We can go back to doing what we did before everything happened?'' Hope seeped through my words like powder.

''No. He's not the one who wanted to kill you, he was just a little part of the big web. No, whoever wants you dead is powerful and professional. He just sent him in as a trial to your powers. Let's just hope it doesn't come to pulling the big guns out.''

''So we'll be waiting it out like cowards then?''

''No,'' Kam shook his head, still staring at the sky, ''you were right too, it was a lame-ass plan. We have a more efficient one.'' His words were a little blurred by the sound of the rain pouring heavily.

''Which is?''

''Not yet.''

''Trying to keep the dark, mystery vibe up, huh?'' Kam smiled.

''No, that comes naturally.'' He replied, smirking.

The night was dark, the rain cold, and our memories spoiled by harshness, but I still couldn't wipe the stupid grin off my face from seeing Kam again. I kinda sorta missed him. Yeah, I wasn't fooling anyone.

Then we heard a groan from within the shadows. Baldy awoke from his deep slumber.

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