The Collectors

Kitty Cat

A young man tumbled out of brush. His skin was burned badly and his hands were bloodied. Without a second thought Birdie appeared behind him, her knife pressing deeply into his neck. "Please." he whimpered. His voice was hoarse and dry like he hadn't used it in centuries. "Please, I swear I mean no harm." The boy croaked. Birdie held her lips closely to her ear. "Who sent you!" she hissed. The boy looked confused but a look of refractionation came across his green eyes. "No one sent me! No one sent.." His eye fell upon me. "Poppy?" He asked almost breathlessly. I stared at the boy before me. I didn't recognize him. "Poppy." He said again this time he smiled as his said my name. My stomach lurched. Levi stepped forward aggressively. "Who sent you." he voice was low and he sounded deadly. For a moment I feared what he might do. The boy said nothing and continued to stare straight at me with a smirk on his face. "I never thought I would see you again." His voice was practically a whisper, Levi turned a violent shade of red. I placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to keep him calm. I walked up to the boy slowly, cautiously. His body was still held firmly against Birdie and her knife. His eyes found mine and stared deeply into them. "I never thought I would see you again." His voice cracked and I was afraid he was about to cry. "My kitty cat." Then there was a surge of pressure behind my skull and I collapsed.