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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7. Party Like A Wild Animal

 

''As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they come; and try as we may, we cannot always decipher them precisely in the clearer light of our day.''

-Margaret Atwood

 

I haven't seen Kam all week. He didn't show up in my flat uninvited at all, and as weird as it sounded, it was actually odd that he didn't. He also must've given up on his acting ambitions, because he wasn't in improv class all week either.

I didn't know why, but it seemed as though I have gotten used to getting surprise visits from that jerk. Even though he seemed pretty angry the last time I saw him, deep down, okay maybe not so deep down, I expected him to show up and force me to go with him.

I wouldn't have gone with him because I still didn't believe him about the killing thing, because, what did I ever do? I'm pretty sure I never did anything so awful that someone would want to have me dead. Despite that, I still thought he'd show up and try to convince me to come. He didn't seem like the type who easily gave up. But he didn't. The last time I saw him was Monday night, and now it was friday.

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Edgar, Blair, Nate and I were standing in line to enter a new club in the city. When Molly learned that Nate's dad partly owned a new club, she was all over the idea of visiting. I wasn't the dancing, drinking, or packed crowds type but I was glad for some sort of a distraction for tonight.

The club was in a big abandoned factory that was bought and restored to be a club. The line was twisting and turning down the block already and it was only 10PM.

''Who's a total genius!?'' Nate came back grining. Molly screamed like a little girl and ran up to hug him.

''Yay! They are gonna let us in?'' Blair said cheerily. Edgar slung an arm around my shoulders as we all walked up to the front of the line. Two large bouncers stood by the entryway of the club. Nate walked up to one of them.

''Thanks Drew,'' Nate said sharing some kind of manly clap-hug-thing. Personally, I could never pull it off, maybe it was just a guy thing.

The club had three floors. The ground level was the dancefloor and bar, the second was the restaurant/lounge floor, and the third one was the VIP section. Nate's dad was the co-owner so we had a VIP section, but we all agreed that the groundfloor was the best floor, so that's where we'll be.

Molly automatically dragged all of us to the dance floor. The building was flashing in purple lights and the walls were moving from the loud music. We were all dancing in our own little circle, having fun and smiling. I started to loosen up after a while and I forgot about Kam and the whole someone-wants-to-kill-you thing. I put my hands up in the air and swayed my hips to the rhythm. I closed my eyes and just listened to the music.

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I didn't know how long I've been dancing, it felt like only minutes have past but it was probably hours. When I opened my eyes again no one was there. As in, no one I recognized. Where was everyone? I must have been here for a while because the song was definitely different and I could feel beads of sweat on my forehead.

All of a sudden, I didn't feel so good anymore. I was feeling very warm, like I was burning from a high fever. The music became too loud, the crowd too close, and my dress too tight. Bodies bumped into me from every side. I wasn't sure where my friends were but I needed to get away so I began searching for the bar through the crowd.

When I was finally off the dancefloor and by the bar, I sighed a breath of relief. I took a seat on an empty barstool and placed my cheek on the counter. Ahh, it was so cold. Perfect.

''Can I help you?'' I looked up to see a bored looking tattooed bartender looking at me.

''Uh, yeah. Can I have some flat water with lots of ice please?'' The bartender grunted before turning away. Just as I placed my face on the bar again, I felt someone sit in the stool next to mine. I didn't bother to look up. After a while of me ignoring whoever was sitting next to me, that someone cleared their throat.

''Hi,'' a deep voice said. I lifted my face from the cold marble and looked at my stool-neighbour. It was a guy who was probably just a couple years older than me, with icy white hair that was spiked up like spines. His eyes were bright blue and he was very attractive. He looked like a rocker. ''I'm Calix.'' Did no one have normal names anymore or something?

''Nice hair,'' I just had to comment.

''Thanks,'' he said with an easy smile.

''Can I do something for you?'' I turned towards him. When he didn't answer I narrowed my eyes and he laughed. I opened my mouth to say something, gods know what, but my life-saving water chose that specific moment to arrive. I thanked the dude before starting to drink some of my water. Then I placed the glass on my forehead, the icy temperature refreshing to my skin.

''Exhausted, huh?'' Calix commented. I totally forgot he was there in my ecstasy. I turned to him.

''Oh, uh, yeah.'' I looked around the club, quickly looking for someone I recognised. I didn't know why, but this guy made me nervous. Ironic how the dude who broke into my flat scared me less than the one who sat next to me in a bar. ''So, what are you doing here?'' I asked him.

''Relaxing.''

''I meant as in right here, this second, talking to me,'' I replied icily. He just smiled, ignoring my question again.

''Who pissed in your cheerios today?''

''That's none of your fucking business.''

''Wow, snappy. So what do you do for a living?''

''Female impersonation,'' I replied with a dead face.

''Uh, what?'' I smiled at his speechlessness.

''Wanna go talk somewhere?'' He said instead. I guess he didn't believe me.

''What makes you so sure I'll accept?''

''I just know.''

''Your radar is obviously failing.''

''I can't make you say yes, I can only annoy you and hope you give in,'' he said with a grin.

''You think you're funny?''

''I think I'm adorable.'' I'd say more on the lines of panty-dropping rockstar looking, but whatever floats his boat.

''So how are you gonna convince me to come with you?'' I challenged.

''Simply by revealing one of my darkest secrets,'' he leaned close to whisper conspiratiously in my ear, ''I'm a ninja.'' I almost choked on my water. He leaned back grinning.

''No, you're not.''

''Did you see that?''

''See what?'' I asked confused.

''Exactly,'' he smirked. Shit! I totally fell for that, and it wasn't even original. I've used it before!

''You said it was one of your darkest secrets?'' I inquired.

''I'll tell you my others when you agree to go somewhere more talkable.'' I narrowed my eyes.

''Talkable isn't even a word.''

''Why yes it is.''

''Whatever.''

''So is that a yes?''

''No, it was a whatever.''

''Was that a no?''

''No.'' My words were as frozen as his frosted hairdo.

''Was that a—''

''Fine! Fine fine fine. I'll go with you just please shut up!'' He smirked at my weakness.

I was gonna resist, but my ride had ditched me, so I was kind of stuck here for the moment. And anyway, I was kind of finding him funny, but I didn't know why. He didn't seem life-threatening either, just a little intense. He would've actually looked friendly if not for his eyes. Those eyes were so deep and all-knowing, not to mention freakishly bright and white-ish like his hair. Even his skin seemed to glow in the dark. I stood and he held my hand as he lead me across the full dance-floor to somewhere quieter.

The crowd was intense. It was hard for me to see him, only his tight grip on my hand kept me from getting totally lost Kepi-style. And that didn't stick for long either, because when we were where I imagined was smack in the middle of the dancefloor, two girls who looked like they were about to fall over from laughing barged through and broke my hands from his.

I frantically searched for his frosty spiked hair but could see it nowhere. I tried to push through but the bodies seemed to push me backwards. I started to shake again, the heat coming back and the smell of booze and nasty body odor infiltrating my nostrils. Elbows and other bony limps were everwhere, shoving me to random directions.

Then, as if the gods have heard me, I caught a glimpse of white hair, but then it was gone again, blocked from other grinding people. A wash of relief flooded me as I started to head in his direction, though I didn't see him anymore. I tried to be more forceful and shove people out of my way, ignoring the shouts of annoyance.

I lost him again. That brief glance was all I've gotten in a while. I didn't even know why I suddenly felt safer of the thought of being near him, but anything was better than being stuck in this mass of sweat and other strong-smelling liquids.

As I bumped into the same tu-tu wearing guy for the umpteenth time tonight, I came to the realization that I have been going in circles. I was lost. And my friends were still MIA, though I tried calling them multiple times. Someone grabbed my behind and I smacked their hands away, making a sound of disgust. I chose a random direction and started heading that way, hoping for an exit. I was drenched in strangers' sweat, strong booze, and even some barf. You could only imagine how I smelled.

I stopped in my tracks and angrily looked up at the ceiling. I cursed the gods for giving me no luck and I cursed Molly for suggesting this idea. This night was not turning into such a great distraction. If anything, I was getting afraid for my life again. What if what Kam said was true? What if someone really wanted to kill me and I was out here partying? I know I said that I would walk out in the open and say 'come at me bro' but let's face it, I was no Chuck Bartowski with amazing ninja skills implanted in my brain.

Just as the bar came into view, a hand shot out from nowhere, wrapped around my waist tighlty, and pulled my into a dark corner of the club. My eyes widened in horror and I opened my mouth to scream bloody murder. My screams were muffled by the hand that was not pulling me by my waist, covering my mouth. I frantically tried to get out of the grip but whoever it was was just too strong. I kicked and hit, attempted to scream and lick and bite but the hands didn't waiver. They just kept pulling me deeper into the darkness. Whoever it was dragged me into a secluded area, dark and filthy.

He or she, I didn't know because they were pulling me from behind me, pulled me out of the club and into the back alleys of the city. As we emerged outside, rain instantly pelted on us. The sky was dark and in that moment, the whole world seemed dark. All the foolish games I've played, movies, candy, friends and school, it all seemed like someone else's life. I couldn't imagine living like that. All I could think was: darkness, murder, hands, and violence.

The hands continued to drag me into an alleyway by the club. There were no lights and the whole place was pitch dark. I stopped struggling and closed my eyes. The person stopped dragging me and pushed me roughly against a wall in the dark. I could feel a face breathing close to me. I opened my eyes but the only thing I could say for certain was their gender: male. Everything else was distorted in the blackness.

The rain poured on us, soaking us. My hair clung to my face and my dress felt like a second skin. I opened my mouth.

''Wh-wh-I-uh,'' I was never out of words, but at that moment, I didn't know what to say. He did though, he knew just what to say to scare the living shit out of me. He leaned close and whispered in my ear.

''You need to die, kitty-cat,'' before pulling something out of his pocket. It glinted brightly in the moonlight. Was that a knife?

 

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Darn Cliffy! Muhahahahahaha! I just can't NOT give you cliffies, can I?

There's a story on Wattpad called The Robber Knight that I really like, that has a certain chapter that ends with a cliffhanger. But because it ends with a guy falling down some stairs, the writer wrote that: It's not a cliffhanger, but a Stairfaller. I just wanted to tell you guys that because it was brilliant. I laughed so hard <3

 

READ THIS:

A guy stood up from around the circle of people. He gulped nervously before speaking.

''Hello everyone. My name is Jeff and I'm an alcoholic.''

''Hi Jeff,'' the rest of the circle replied in unision.

''I started drinking about five years ago when my wife left me, and my sister Martha finally convinced me to come here. I am strong!'' he shouted confidently, ''I will succeed!''

As the people went around the circle, sharing their addiction and backstory, I became weary. My palms became sweaty and my bangs stuck to my wet forehead like sticker. The woman next to me finished her speech and sat back down. It was my turn. I stood up and briefly fantasized about turning away and running the hell out of here. But that would be a coward's route. I will not be a coward. With that thought, I raised my head and opened my mouth.

''Hi people, I'm Panna and I'm addicted to writing cliffhangers.''

''Hi Panna,'' everyone chanted once again.

''I've been a cliffhangeraholic ever since I started writing my stories chapters at a time and posting them on the internet. I'm not sure when that was, but ever since then it was just getting harder and harder to not end with cliffies. Now I would say that I won't end my next chapter with a cliffy. But I know I will, and so the next and the next.''

I abruptly walked towards the window in the room, where screaming and yelling could be faintly heard from. I opened the window and let the voices rush inside. Outside were many angry readers who wanted me to stop torturing them with cliffhangers. The roar heightened when they saw me leaning out the building.

''Readers!'' I shouted, trying to be heard over the noise,''my dear readers!'' When they quietened down a little I continued. ''Please lower your guns and pitchforks! This has gone too far! I will NOT stop with the cliffhangers! I am not afraid of you and your death threats because I know that you can't kill me. Okay, so I'm not that athletic and you could kill me, but I know you won't. You won't because without me you'll never know what the end of the story will be. Hahahaha! I have the advantage. Muhahahahahaha!'' And with that, I spread my wings and flew out of the window into the air. I hovered for a second above the crowd before zooming off into the distance.

 

As you can observe, I've been a little bored, and this little story was the outcome. I dreamt it one night, and decided to share it with you guys. I don't intend on stopping with the cliffies, though there might be occasions when there won't be one. Love the huge support and I love you all!

-From yours truly, Panna the Cliffhangeraholic.

 

PS. Who do you guys think THE HANDS belonged to? Kam? Calix? Whoever wanted to kill her? Edgar? Nate? Bartender? Teacher? Or a totally new guy? Comment please!

My new boyfriend is COMMENTS and he's neglecting me. Come back Comments I miss you.... 

 

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