Cats And Dogs [Cashby]

8.

[Third Person]

Shayley.

"I knew it was you," Shayley says.

Austin unhinges the door to Alan's cage and quickly crawls over to Shayley and puts his hands on the bars.

"Oh my god Shay," Austin breaths. "I thought they killed you."

Alan's ears fall back in his hair and the tip of his tail twitches in annoyance from the lack of attention.

That's the thing with cats, they live off attention (and scratches behind the ears).

Austin lets Shay out of the small cage and he walks out with a smug look on his face staring down at Alan.

Alan practically growls at him as his nose twitches in disgust.

Alan goes to get up to get out but the main door suddenly crashes open and three men run in.

[Alan]

Without a second glance at me, Austin grabs Shayley's hand and they run out, leaving me here.

My mouth falls ajar and my ears fall it the sides in sadness and I watch the two quickly fading silhouettes.

My tail wraps around me as I move to the back of the enclosed space as three men run in and shine their flashlights at me.

"Where did they go?" One of them demands stepping closer.

"I- I don't know," I say, my pupils diolating to slits from the sudden light.

"Well you just have some connections with them now start talking kitty," the other growls.

I press my back against the cool metal bars in an attempt to stay away from them.

"I don't know anything, I swear, the tall one accidentally knocked my door off the hinges," I say quickly.

"He's lying," the other whispers to the other. "Let's take him in until he speaks the truth."

Do they really think I can't hear them? I'm a cat and have feline senses.

I try and back away more, deathly afraid of what's going to happen, but it does nothing and am easily grabbed by the collar they put on my neck when they first brought me in.

I kick and scream as they drag me down to the main door.

A painful shock shoots from my neck through my body and I fall to the ground.

My eyes meet a boy with what looks like, no ears and a solid pink stripe running through his hair and his big eyes are staring at me with pity. He mouths a quick sorry and with a rough yank to the collar I'm back on my feet and silently walking down the corridor, to wherever they're taking me.

I'm shoved into a room and pushed down onto a table. I begin to wiggle and move around again, panic rising up in me. They strap my arms and legs down with leather straps and my eyes dart around the room.

It looks like the room of a surgeon and my throat feels like it's almost swelled shut from fear and the tears welling up in my eyes.

I can't believe he would dare to come all the way here to get me, just to leave me.

The heavy door to the room shuts and I look up to see a man in a lab coat walk in, clicking his tongue.

"Now Alan, what is it with you and not talking? Cat got your tongue?" He laughs at his own stupid joke, before beginning to pace the smallish room.

My ears fold back into my hair and I let my tail fall under the table.

"And now until you start to speak, I'm going to make your life a living hell," he says, looking at me with an evil gleam in his eye.

"Well tough luck because I'm not talking," I say.

"Then let us begin."

Why am I helping someone who just left me here to rot?