The Third War

Chapter Sixty Two: Kristy

I went straight to the main building and toward the roof. Every time I even came close to another person, I made sure there was plenty of distance between us. Once up there, I sat down pleased by the quietness and calmness. The feeling of peace had become a rarity. The winter wind howled blowing its sting into my face. Thick, dark clouds hung up in the sky, high above my problems, any trees, or even the dome. They gave a foreboding feeling of an oncoming storm soon to shower us with snow.

I found snow beautiful yet troublesome. It could bring joyous times, but also cause chaos and even death in extreme cases. The small layer on the ground below has been disturbed by children attacking people, soldiers patrolling, and people going about their business in and out the doors of the building.

I still don't know its name, if it even has one.

"The Building" made it sound more ominous than it looked. However, calling it Bob wouldn't really fit either. I turned my eyes away at the sound of a meow.

Spottedleaf had managed to follow me up onto the roof along with Harry and Annabeth. I cleared away an area of snow then sat down with the three of them curled up beside me.  I rubbed their ears causing a chorus of purring to start. Chuckling, I pulled out my sketchpad and started drawing them as they were, curled  up with Harry's head on Annabeth, Annabeth's on Spottedleaf, and Spottedleaf's on my leg.

When I finished, I held the book where they could see it. "What do you think?"

Annabeth lifted her head and sniffed it. "Meow, mew meow." Which roughly translated into, "Look's good."

Harry's whiskers twitched, "Mew mew, meow, small growl." Which translates to, "That doesn't look anything like me!"

Spottedleaf, living up to her namesake, purred in approval before repositioning her head.

"That does too look like you," I muttered changing the way his fur laid in hope of appeasing him. "How about that?"

Harry stared at it with an intense green eyes not blinking or moving in any way. I thought that meant he wanted to shred it, but didn't because I held it up. I sighed when finally let out a small meow which meant, "Perfect."

I settled back down deciding what to draw next when a sudden scream came from somewhere below. My cats jumped up with the fur on their backs bristled, wide eyes, and tails straight in the air.

I stood quickly before running to the edge of the building and peering down for the source. Another scream rang out, Phoebe!

Her voice carried up to the top in an ear splitting screech, "Please! Don't do it!"

I sighed and mumbled to myself, "Why did I pick the roof?"

I scooped up my cats putting two in my pockets and one clung to my shoulder as I ran down the stairs. Once I ran outside the back door, I saw Chloe and crew sitting outside the warehouse with Chloe banging her head against the wall. I skidded to a stop next to them with a look of what-the-heck.

Chloe slammed her head against the wall, "Make," bang, "it," bang, "stop!"

Followed by another bang and me asking, "What's going on!?"

Another wail rose from inside so the children covered their ears. Chloe looked at me with pleading eyes, "Kristy, please! Knock Phoebe out! That's her, 'Chip's making a terrible fashion choice,' wail."