Starco : Bad Boy Turns Into A Cat

Ch 6 : Adventures of A Cat

Chapter Six - Adventures of A Cat

(Marco)

Star--whatever her name is, went to school and while she was running late because she was a fricking turtle in that, screamed in my ultra-sensitive ear that I shouldnt touch her stuff nor go into her underwear.

I, of course, scratched her cheeks which made her go ballistic and start screaming like a mad-man.

I was quite proud of my work. I mean my claws sure made a straight streak on her face. It was also payback since she screamed on my ear. And she knew that pesks--such as cats, had sensitive hearing.

Her parents also left an hour after her and left some cat food on the bowl--which I wouldn't in hell fucking eat. I only stared at it in distaste before walking towards the living room and hopping onto the couch with my hind legs.

I was bored in hell. And if I could help it, I would have sneaked out and beat up random guys on the alley. It was my entertainment and showing up as a cat was the absolute weirdest fuck.

What do I do? I'll jump on them and claw my paws on their eyes? Bite their flesh? Slap their faces with my tail?

I still wasn't accustomed to this cat figure and I felt like someone shat on my dignity, but I had no choice. Some wrench decided upon herself to make my life a living hell.

"Are you perhaps--talking to me?" a voice peered in the midst of silence.

My ears perked up and my senses heightened. Then the wrench herself hovered in front of me with a grin, only that she wasn't in her beggar form nor she was a kid.

She was wearing those ugly ancient white dresses and a flower crown in her head like she was some fairy. I snarled, my fangs showing as my stance became defensive.

She basked in amusement, her eyes looking at me in joy. "Calm down, kitty. Want some treat?"

"Fuck you," I hissed, my whiskers standing up in anger. "--I'll scratch that shitty face of yours and throw your body on a river."

"Aww," she cooed, ignoring my taunt as she leaned closer and tried to land her finger on my face when I barked---what do you call that for cats?

"Bad kitty," she frowned, retracting her head. "--alright. So, how are you adjusting to your cat figure, Marco Diaz?"

I narrowed my eyes at her. "You want to die, b*tch?"

She chuckled. "I'm afraid I can't take that offer--it was tempting though. I mean I'm immortal."

I raised a brow, glancing at her with a frown. She notices my puzzled look and clarifies, placing a hand on her hips. "I'm the fairy of kindness."

"Yeah, and I'm the tooth fairy," I blandly replied.

She rolls her eyes, a groan escaped her lips. "It's true. My name's Hekapoo."

"By the way," she glanced around the surroundings, then shifted her gaze on mine. "--I see that you're living with the poor girl. You fancy that lass?"

I snorted. "As if. She's the least I'd be interested with."

"Before I leave," she trailed off, snapping her fingers. "--I'll make some things clear for you."

"First; You are not to mention to anyone else that you're a cat."

"Too late, hag. The bimbo knows," I blew a breath, stretching my cat limbs and then positioned myself on the couch.

"Well she's an exeception."

"How so?" I say with disinterest, closing my eyes.

"She can understand you in your cat form right?" she asked, even though she knew the answer to that. "--then she's the fated girl."

"That's where the second rule comes; she must fall in love with you and kiss you."

My eyes flung in surprise. "What? Her? What in the fu---"

She cut me off, giving me a revolted look. "Third; you have to show kindess to other people."

"You're asking too much," I snarled. "-it's like you're asking me to be a saint."

"Kindness? Don't know that."

"There's actually a last rule," she murmured, more softly. "--and you have to love her too."

"What the hell are you saying?" I piped up. "--repeat that, wrench."

She grinned. "Good luck, Marco Diaz. Until we meet."

T

hen she disappeared into thin air and I screamed--no, meowed in frustration.

. . .

(Star)

"Morning Sta-----" Jackie paused, then looked at me with horror in her eyes and her glossy lips parched open. "--oh my gosh! What happened to your face?"

She stepped closer, cupping my cheeks as she eyed me intently like she saw a ghost. Rude. I yank her hands off, grumbling. "It's a long story."

Janna steps forward, then opens my curled fists, placing something on my palm. I opened my palm and immediately screamed, flinging the object near to the feet of a girl where she also screamed.

I glared at Janna, watching her face in a laid off-grin. "What the hell Janna?! Why'd you give me a cockroach?!"

Janna shrugs. "Cockroaches are good in protein. I thought you might want some."

I wanted to ask a million things, but I knew I wouldn't find a humane answer from Janna. Janna's weird, and crazy obsess with cult. I mean she suddenly brings weird objects, even declaring her love for a dead poet.

I don't know why we even became friends, but somehow we did. She says she's planning on killing off everyone by spawning a devil and overthrow Satan himself--but not too sure about that.

"You know what? I'm not gonna be surprised anymore, Janna."

June 30, 2020

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