Neko Freedom

Part 2

'Warning! Warning!' my system yelled to me, 'Power low, switch to Emergency back-up power?'

"Yes." I whispered to myself.

It would not give me enough energy to move, but I would be aware of everything around me. Sights, smells, feels, it was all mine.

Suddenly, my vision was warped and everything turned a shade of red. Even when I knew I couldn't, I tried to escape. My body was limp on the floor.

Another light came on from the back porch and the same boy came out. I felt like I broke into a cold sweat. Should I really have just lied there? I should have run! And what's worse is that I'm now stuck here!

I started growling at my stupidity when I noticed he stopped. "Hello?" He said.

His voice was husky, mature, handsome. It had been a long time so I should have known a lot has changed. He walked over to the end and pointed a flash light down at the ground. Just as I feared, he saw me lying there. He sounded scared as he shined the light on me. He ran down the steps and through his patio.

I moved my face into the ground as he walked over. I expected him to kick me, like I was a piece of trash. He bent down and rubbed my shoulder, "Are you okay?" he said softly.

I felt my face get hot under the cold, wet grass. I didn't answer him, I couldn't! I was immediately embarrassed when he rubbed my shoulder. All these years I thought he was a ignorant little shit that left me. Then I remembered he was, he did leave me to that place, and I was alone for most of my life. It was his fault I was there. I wish that I could have seen him and left with the same hatred I had before, when I was in the shop. It was his fault that I was kick and it was his fault that I hated everyone. I took no responsibility for any of it, it was all on him.

I was angry. I refused to move when he rubbed me and refused to speak when he questioned me. I really began to regret not running when I had the chance, and if I had just shut down, I wouldn't have to remember going through this. If I could get up, I would hurt him. Revenge seemed to be sweet right about now, and I was beginning to crave it.

He slid one hand under my chest and flipped me over. He put me on my back and I heard him breathe in quickly, rubbing his thumb on my silk cheek. My chest began to burn and I couldn't tell why. I watched him look at me and told myself he was only doing it because I was still alive. Things like me wouldn't last if we were sent back. Trash, we would become scrap metal for the new and improved. A soft smile spread across his face, making a small shiver run through my lungs. Immediately I told myself that I was stupid, trying to stop myself from feeling what I was feeling.

He once again slid his hand under me and slid his other hand under my legs. Immediately, without any hesitation of strength or weakness, he stood up tall. His arms held me close as he strolled toward the house, walking as if he was reminiscing on old memories. He showed no intention of putting me down and I had a bad feeling. I was already afraid when he saw me, but bringing me back to the house sent me over the top.

He climbed the stairs with ease, all the while he held me close in his arms. I rubbed against his chest involuntarily, but was secretly happy I did. I opened my eyes to small slits and looked at him in the red shading. My heart beat faster and I cursed at myself in my head, ashamed of my attraction. What was I doing? He is the one who sent me there, to that hell-hole! Why am I getting excited over a guy who sent me to prison?!

Even so, my heart wouldn't stop it's pitter-patting in my chest. The night air had been cold for a long time, yet my skin had warmed almost immediately. It was like my skin was sucking in his warmth. My fingertips felt numb from being outside too long, but as he held me close, his warmth seeped into mine. At first, it was like a foreign object, sitting there awkwardly against me. After I tried to accept his presence, his heat trickled inside of me.

As he opened the door, I heard people greet him. He lived in a mansion after all, butlers just had to be around the house for each and every little task that had to be done. Each gasped at the sight of him, the 'prince', carrying a piece of junk like me. Did they really see me as a piece of junk?I felt a little angered, but excused their ignorance.

"You can't bring that in the house, young master!" one man had said.

"I'm sure it would be fine." I heard his voice coming from his chest, vibrating softly against me.

"The master of the house would not accept this." another, older man had said to him.

"I said it was fine," a deeper, more dominate voice had come from my old 'master'.

It was attractive to hear him be so in charge, unlike when he was young. He obediently did as everyone told him to do, not asking questions. He was cute then, but handsome now. I wish I could move. His arms tightened around my small body, as if he wasn't going to let me go. It made my face grow warm and I worried if I was turning red.

Even though I was excited to see him again, I was still afraid and upset. I dream of so long that he would come back for me, but as you can tell, that never happened. I swore on my life that I would address him once more before departing. He seemed so different from childhood than he did no and I didn't know if this really was him. Maybe he changed how he thought of me, if he even liked me to begin with. Nervousness filled my chest and made it hard to breathe. Conflicted, some part of me still wished I had run.

"Yes, sir." they both had said, after a short pause.

"Okay, then I will be off to my room. Good night." and we began to walk again.

After about thirty steps away, he whispered to himself, or maybe to me, "That went better than expected. The butler knows my father's tastes almost as much as I do." and he laughed a bit, "Good thing my father is out on business."

He began to walk up the stairs and I searched for his name. I couldn't think of anything. Only one word came to my mind, a word I despised most; master. There was no way in hell I would call him that! I'd die or rust over before I did. Thinking about continuously calling him that made me feel idiotic. I was so ignorant when I was younger...

I felt the swaying stop and came out of my day dream. The door we stood in front of was so familiar. Everything, but the red tint, had triggered memories that I longed to suppress. I couldn't make the same mistakes again. I made up my mind, as soon as I rebooted, I would leave. Leave like before, without a word, like I was never here.

He pushed open his door and turned on the light. It was all different; the walls were darker and the bed bigger. The room was sort of empty, except for a study table with another light. He had nothing to do with entertainment. It felt very boring, very gloomy.

He set me on the bed, softly. His gentleness had started to convince me that I was being stupid. The soft sheets had brushed against my skin and it made me tired. His bed fluffed up around me and I felt as if I was sinking in. He tucked my in the silk sheets and sat down on the side of the bed. I felt my chest tighten as his weight began to rest on the side of me.

Nervously, I watched as he watched me, unaware of my consciousness. He reached a hand to my face and stroked my blonde hair, "Soft..." he mumbled to himself.

He began to smile as he watched me and I became more nervous. Suddenly, another warning had gone off in my system. Warning! Warning! System shut down in 30 seconds!

It repeated once or twice more before it began to count down. Of all the times I could have shut off, it had to be now! The moment where I was the most antsy, the most nervous for what would happen next, the moment I was secretly hoping for all these years. Wait!! No, don't think of it like this? Stupid cat!! As I got to ten seconds, he moved his hand to my face.

Five, four, he leaned in some more. Three, two, he blinked quite a few. One last to go and I was done. My vision went out and for a split second, I was full of panic. My body began to shut down and I slowly lost consciousness.