Black Cat Origins

Chapter Two

A couple of weeks later, and her father started to show the signs that he was leaving again, bags packed, him leaving rooms that Felicia and her mother were in to take calls, from a phone she had seen a few times over her life. Silver in form, it looked more smarter than the plain black phone he carried on his person, the one he would talk to her on, text her on when she was having issues with her mother, or school. This silver phone was dubbed 'The work phone.' And she had never been able to fulfil her curiousity of poking and prodding it, seeing what was inside this special phone. One day, however, she got her chance, the date night her parents shared, normally a couple of nights before her father left. Seeing she was old enough to take care of herself, they left her money for pizza and kissed her good bye, promises they would be back before midnight. As the door shut, the first thing she did was order the pizza they left money for, taking her usual order, she placed the receiver down with a growing sense of antisipation of what she was about to do. Heading towards the table, sat the special 'Work phone' That she had managed to distract her father from picking up before date night. Sitting down on the mahogany chair, she picked up the odd phone, turning it over in her hands, before tapping a button, lighting up the screen. Ah, a password. This wasn't going to be as easy as she thought. Typing the obvious things, like 'password' '1,2,3,4' she knew it would be something more important. Her birthday? BEEP! No.. Her mother's brithday? BEEP! No. Her father's brithday? That would be too vain.. BEEP! No. She didn't think so. Going on a hunch, she thought of what her father loved most in the world. Her and her mother, right? So she typed her full name in. BEEP! OH. It unlocked! She hadn't expected that, but she was glad she had followed through on her hunch. Clicking through the phone, she saw lots of numbers in the call log, from earlier that day, from days ago, from even months ago when he had been away. They all seemed to be the same number, and she filed that away in her mind for future reference. Clicking through the messages, they were cryptic at best, something to do with a BC, certain.. Items? What was a Bejing? A Cat eye? She would have to do some research at school or something, knowing her computer strokes were monitiored here at home. Locking the phone, she placed it back down and sat back on the chair, pondering what she had seen. It was obvious her father was moving things for the mysterious phone number, but she didn't know what. As she thought further, her musings were cut short by a knock at the door, her food was here. And the things she had seen were replaced by the notion of stuffing her face with her favourite pizza, ham and pineapple.

Her father left about five days later, and thus, her thoughts about the other night came to forethought as she stepped into middle school the next day. Her time table had IT scheduled in the afternoon and so she spent the morning jiggling in her chair just waiting for lunch to arrive so she could grab her food and head to the IT suite. The bell rang, and she shot out of her chair so fast, her teacher had to assume her pupil desperately needed the toilet or something. As she grabbed her food, she headed to the IT suite, sweet talking the head of IT to let her on the computers to finish off some homework that she had finished a week ago. Not that she would tell him that. As he left her at the computer, she started researching the items mentioned in her father's work phone. Bejing? A place in Japan. Hm, somehow she knew she was going to find out facts about this place rather than anything useful about her father's job. Cats eye? Oh.. Here we go! Some articles from a Japanese newspaper. She couldn't understand the words, though the picture showed the item in question missing, and a picture of the actual item. A pretty black gem, so it seemed to her. Clicking through a few more articles, she found one in English and started reading. A person had taken the gem only a few days ago, a male dressed all in black, wearing.. A mask? How odd. Only a couple of witnesses had seen the masked man and they said he looked almost.. Feline like as he took to the rooftops with, they believe, said item in a sack. He was definately fleeing the scene of the crime in any case. She sat back on her chair, pondering her thoughts on the matter. Was her dad involved somehow? No, he couldn't be! This was her father she was talking about! A calm middle aged man who dealt in antiques. Not some free wheeling vigalante. She closed down her pages on the internet and sat eating her sandwich. It was just a weird coincidence. That was all.