The utter shock of finding myself halfway across the continental United States is what i'd like to blame for my legs locking up, making me go flying through the air like an ungraceful penguin, my oversized cat form flipped and cartwheeled down a steep hill into a busy street, or maybe it was a highway, either way, there were a lot of cars, and very little time for my muddled mind to comprehend.
I couldn't spare a second to try and figure it out, my mind was reeling in confusion and pain, i scrambled from side to side to avoid being hit by the two ton machines flying at me, the high pitched squeals coming from the cars as people slammed on their breaks, the tires sliding on pavement. I couldn't process what was going on as a car slammed into my hind end, sending my already damaged body rolling to the other side of the road.
Adrenaline kicked in, blocking the pain from my jumbled mind. I ran. All i knew at this point was that i needed to run, i had to get away, far, far away. Not daring to chance a glance back to the hectic scene on the street as my unsteady legs carried me along an unknown course.
After what felt like hours, my body collapsed, unable to carry me any further. I had to rest, and hope that i was far enough away from those psychos for the time being. I knew my time was limited, i needed to rest now, recuperate what i could while i could, and be back on the run in no more than an hour. I'm fast, but so are they, any longer and i'd risk being caught again.
"An hour..." The words barely make it past my mouth, giving a small warning to my body as my eyes closed on their own accord. Then, before i knew it, the hectic world around me went completely blank, and the darkness of my mind consumed me.
-7 Hours later-
A constant rhythmic high pitched beep and the numbed aching pain all over my body is what dragged me out of the dark void of unconsciousness. I struggled to open my eyes, the simple action seemed so difficult, and i couldn't understand why.
The sterile smell of disinfectant mixed with the strange scent of large animals stung my nose, tipping off my disoriented mind.
Something isn't right.
What's going on?
I struggled to reach the surface of my consciousness, reaching out the controls of my own body that seemed so far away at the moment. The darkness grabbed ahold of me again, i felt myself slipping back under. I tried to fight it, but i couldn't. All i could do was succumb back to the dark void.
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