Were-Geek

23.)

1.)

As amy proceeded to violently wake everyone up I took a deep breath, trying to come with a better plan to escape. In taking the breath I was reminded of the cat, Gabriel. I hadn't seen him since the alley. He had just disappeared. I had thought of him often during the jet/plane ride over to this horrific place, but had eventually grown tired of the guilt the thought of Gabriel had conjured, of leaving him behind, so I pushed the thoughts away.

But poor Gabriel. For some reason now he wouldn't get out of my mind. I took another breath and realized why.

"Everybody shut up," I growled and silence descended on our holding room as they looked at me with curiosity. I ignored them, tilting my head, straining to hear. I had smelled Gabriel, his defining feline scent, plus my own scent on him and scents of where we had been. But my hearing was still damaged from whatever Dante had done to us and I was having difficulties listening to what I wanted to hear.

But then, I would have had to have been completely deaf to miss this part. A rattling sound, like a key in a lock, and then the door slowly slid open. A guard stood there, eyes freakishly empty, wrist dangling limply from his arm and keys hanging from his fingers. His face was completely blank, he looked like a terminator from Terminator. And at his feet a grey cat sat, nonchalantly cleaning its face with its paw.

The man turned and walked away in short, jerky movements. "Gabriel," I squealed and the cat looked at me smugly. Don't ever think cats cannot look at you smugly, because pride is a cats biggest emotion, and Gabriel was a master at conveying it. I strode forward, a grin on my face, and lifted him up. He gave a squeak as my hands pushed on his stomach but I ignored it and squeezed him to me. He began purring and rubbing his slightly damp face against my chin and cheek. I stroked his fur and looked back at the others, smiling at the others' astounded expressions.

"We knew he wasn't a regular cat but," Logans brow was furrowed, "Was he mind-controlling that guy?"

"Certainly seems like it," I grinned, voice muffled from my face that was pressed into Gabriels side. "But best not to dwell on such things that we don't understand."

"Oh, so now you're a philosopher," Amy shook her head and pushed out cautiously beside me."

"We're all philosophers Amy," I said and set the squirming Gabriel down.

"Where are all of the guards, there were, like, a million out here?" She asked. Gabriel looked back at her and I could swear that he was smiling lasiviously. Amy met his gaze, blinked, then nodded with acceptance, like someone who has just been told that the information they will recieve is on a need-to-know basis only and she did not need to know why all the guards were gone.

That cat.

"I think he wants us to follow him," I said, watching him.

"El, wait," Logan said from inbetween Dillan and Vincent. I did what I do best and took no notice of him. Instead I took a step forward and began walking, Gabriel leading the way and giving the others no choice but to follow me. I could be so cruel sometimes.

2.)

Gabriel continued to lead us. Me right behind him and the rest behind me. Whenever I sensed someone or something I would direct us into a niche or hiding spot and hope that if it was something inhuman they would not be able to sense or smell us.

So far we were so good and had only a few close calls. But the quesion remained, 'Where was Gabriel taking us?' And 'could we trust a cat?'

I, of course, could. I loved cats. Always had. Becoming a werewolf had not changed that in the least. I had no reaon not to love cats. It was the people that you had to worry about.