Not the Cliché

Pale Moonlight

We didn't stop to catch our breath. It was coming. We had to keep running. We couldn't stop moving at all until we were away.

"Come on, Fuzzboots!"

Yes, that's my cat's name. I was only twelve when I named him.

Fuzzboots was soon by my feet, his feet gracefully stepping on his own path.

All we had was each other. Being homeless sometimes had it perks. Obviously, I would wanted a home, somewhere comfortable.Unfortunately for me, I was always on the move.

I thought that the building was finally a home for me, though. Being homeless may be an exciting adventure twenty-four seven but sometimes, a break would be nice. I want to be normal, where I can lie  down in a bed and sleep comfortably with Fuzzboots. I want to be happy and to have a permanent place in my life for once.

I guess we'll always be on the run. Scouring for food isn't as easy when nobody accepts a homeless girl. I'm only eighteen years old. Sometimes I want to break down.

"Let's take a break."

Breathless, I sat on the log. Fuzzboots was dirty from the mud but he'll have to stay like that until we see a nearby lake.

Looking up, I see the stars past the trees. The forest trees cast huge shadows that move along with the dim light of the moon.

"Hey Fuzzboots, we really didn't notice a Chucky doll, eh? Out of all the things that live here, it had to be a psychotic doll with an ax." I almost chuckled at the ridiculous thought. I almost made my mind think that it was just a dream. But there was a doll chasing after us.

"Let's run again. You ready? We should have a name. Hm... how about Amy and Fuzzboots. Alphabetically, of course." I noted when Fuzzboots gave me a look. He's really smart despite the fact that he's a cat. However, this means most of our conversation is one-sided. But at times, I can read his expression so well, it's like we can talk like normal people. Maybe that's why we're such good friends. Or that he's my only friend.

"Just making sure," I asked, "you can't talk right?"

"Actually, I can but I choose not to. I'd rather not."

I screamed and fell off the log I was sitting on. Getting on my feet, I scrambled backwards, away from Fuzzboots as much as possible. My hands meet the crispy, fallen leaves, but my frantic thoughts trip over one another constantly and the thumping of them completely drown out the crunching of the leaves.

"What the heck? Are you a freaking spy or something for Chucky? Was this a trap since I was a young girl?" I shouted at the tabby cat. Of all the millions of queries that form inside my head, I choose none but the two.

"Let me explain," I permit him by by nodding vigorously, "You better, before I leave you here."

Muttering, I came to the realization that being stunned was not the only emotion circling my head. In fact, I was more than pissed. I was pissed as hell.

The cat that had been with me has become a stranger to me in less than five minutes.

"I was cursed by the Queen of the South, I remember I made a snark remark when she said something obvious. I guess she didn't like sarcasm too much. Enraged, she put me under a spell. I was supposed to be a frog like those stupid fairy tales say but she stuttered and added an extra vowl to the word, Kawalety. I think it was Kawawalety. Anyways, I am a tabby cat until a madame may kiss me under the pale moonlight." Fuzzboots elaborated, his words spilling out one after the other, in a rush, and though he said it with calm confidence, I, knowing him so very well for so many years, was quite aware of the hint of nervousness in his tone.

I looked up to see the moon shining down on us, almost as if it was taunting us.

Coming to a sense of realization, I looked at Fuzzboots.

"I guess I have to be the spellbreaker." Cue the internal sigh and eye-roll inside.

"I was never hinting it but now that you've mentioned it, yes. I guess you'll have to take that place."

Sighing, I bit my own tongue. Why did I have to say that?

"Do you have, let's say, a more manlier name perhaps?" I held my breath while I bit my lower lip.

"Yes actually, I'm surprised I still remember it. I am Prince Slynther."

Internally, I was giggling. Slynther. What kind of name is that?

"Okay, let me get this over with," Sighing, I took the little cat and placed him on my lap, "I never thought I would be kissing a tabby cat while being chased down by a Chucky doll out of all the homeless adventures I had." I mumbled under my breath.

Getting closer, we both closed our eyes. I puckered my lips into a tight position as the cat's tongue slobbered over mine.

Honestly, you'd think kissing a cat would be adorable. But it really wasn't the best experience because it almost sickened me.

But I felt the tongue mold to a thicker tongue. What a weird thought but still, the next time I opened my eyes, I saw a nice figurine of a man. Soon his hands were on my waist. I decided that he's trying to make a move on me.

"Okay, okay, as much as I love you, I think we should take it slower. You seem like a charming lad, but I barely know you. You've known me for almost six years, but I don't know you. Hell, I didn't even know you were a guy.

"It's fine, it's okay." He scratched his back. I averted his eyes and looked towards the ground.

"So... We should definitely go." I let out and step out my foot to signify how little time we have.

"Ah yes, we shall." We ran together in silence.

It was weird when my kitten became a man.

"Or we could just go to my house."

I tripped over my feet and looked back. No stone.

"You have a freaking house and you didn't freaking tell me that you had the one freaking thing I freaking needed?" I sputtered with exhasparation.

"Well, I didn't think we needed it." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Why would I not need it? We could be living safely and you chose not to?" I exclaim. I was almost on the edge of blowing off.

"I found this more fun."

"You thought having more fun by being chased by a freaking Chucky doll?"

"Well yeah."

"Let's go to your house. Right now. I am done."

"Fine, follow me."

We walked through the path shined by the only light source we had: the pale moonlight.

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Sorry if that was horribly written. Definitely not one of my best works.

I feel like this was very lackluster, as I was forced to write such a horrid story for a competition.

So, I apologize if it doesn't live up to your expectations.