• "Did I kill 'er boss?"
    A very soft mew came after the question and loud purring started up.
    "No Rabia."
    This voice was soft and quiet. If it could be called a voice. I rolled over and groaned. Something yelped and snickering followed.
    "That ain't funny Mace."
    Another yowl.
    "Whatdidyadothatfor?"
    The yonker-accented Rabia was talking low and fast. The calm and well spoken one I couldn't hear.
    "I swatted you because my name is Macon. You're lucky that I let you call me Macy. Such a disgraceful name for a leader."
    Both voices were female. That thought got through the confusion in my head. I opened my eyes to see a prim slender white cat with black tipped ears sitting on my chest. To the side was a sulking chubby orange and white tabby with a little bit of blood on her ear. Both blinked in unison.
    "Hello clumsy one."
    The white cat, I assumed to be Macy, spoke up. I yelled and gave a swipe. Macy lept off my chest and landed gracefully next to Rabia. Both gave a tilt of their head. It was all so weird, having cats talk and all I lounged towards anything out of adrenaline. The one called Rabia turned her head to face Macy.
    "I should have killed dis one eh boss?"
    Macy swatted and a solid clunk came from Rabia's head. She yowled and doubled over. Trembled I moved my head behind me, trying to find a weapon to kill these freaks with. I ended up feeling the paw of another cat, then I felt the sting of claws. I gave a sob and pulled my head back. A pure black colored cat reappeared from out of the shadows.
    "I don't approve of that Logan."
    Macy said in a soft hiss. I back up as far as I could go, hitting the wall with my head. The three cats surrounded me. I grabbed a loose screw and hurled it at the black cat. It hit him, drawing blood. He gave me a curious look.
    "I can't die. Why try to kill me?"
    I curled up in a tiny ball, vibrating now from fear and disbelief. It was all too much. I sobbed into my elbow and didn't look back up.
    "Let's leave her alone for a bit. She's got a lot to think about."
    The one named Macy stood up and slunk off into the shadows, Logan leaping up onto the arm of a theaters chair and bouncing off into the darkness. Rabia sighed and waddled off as fast as she could go.
    "Help."
    "Help."
    "Help."
    I whispered into the darkness.