"Reality's Game"

Reality's Game; Prologue

Warning: This story contains vulgar language. Do not read if you are uncomfortable with it.

Her. The odd...object, the only thing that can actually describe her, begins to hunt. Her feast can be anything to everything to everyone. Her sympathy for others is low, but what if... it's willing to grow?

Tonight was the night she allowed it, bless whoever let that be, for the object she is, by far, is a rather dangerous one. And despite her growing hunger she lets everything be.

With cleared eyes, she glances around the landscape, all of the bright green hills, bundled with generous amounts of vibrantly glowing youthful pink flowers. Entwining with them, the darker reddish flowers stand shorter, giving them a shadow effect as the sun shines from a lower angle. The sun lowers itself more and more as time proceeds, the sun hiding behind the low stratus clouds.

 In the corner of her line of sight, a small light shines, grabbing her attention quickly. She squints as she examines the flickering light below the sun. There was an opening between the grassy hills, revealing the shimming waves, from what she assumed would be an ocean. She then sprinted towards the body of water moving up and over the hills, crushing the flowers beneath her feet. 

With a harsh stomp of her right leg, she halts to a stop roughly, the ground below her crushed.   Amazingly, with a sprint like hers, her leg is still whole... seriously how is it alive? 

Her sharp gaze cuts through the ocean, the reflecting light upon the water not even affecting her eyes. She unconsciously lowers herself down onto her knees, her legs folded under, as the sound of the rustling waves bang against the plateaus' wall. 

Soon enough, the sun disappeared leaving her surrounded by the darkness. She then opened her eyes, at the same time, her ears began to ring, extremely harmfully. Despite the slight pain, she didn't move, squirm, cry, nor react at all. In fact, this happens everyday. 

"Fucking hell!" She finally reacted as she gritted her teeth, clenching her ears with balled fists, "This is the 7,300th time already! Why does that fish brain still think I deserve punishment after all these years?! It's like a flippin' penguin vocalizing right in my ears, along with it's whole flock full of vocalize-ers!"

She then proceeded to yell, 'vocalizing penguins' until a fully grow orange cat slowly made its way to her, it's hungry green eyes, and long, slender body making it seem like it hasn't eaten in awhile. The cat's long orange and white striped tail flung around elegantly as he walked into what he saw as a normal scene.

"Nice to see you finally made a different analogy for your ear pain," The male cat meow in a deep Irish accent his razor teeth becoming visible as he spoke. He then pause directly onto her right. He then sat down puffing his chest out proudly as he spoke, "You know it's been said cats heal pain both mentally, and psychically! Sadly, you seem to confuse affectionate animals with deadly ones...though, I don't see how that is even possible..."

"Fuck off Oliver!" 

The cat let out a low growl as his gaze lower into a more sinister look. He kept his placement as he darkened his voice.

"You feel this is much more painful... don't you?" Oliver smirked to himself as he tried provoking the object.

She groaned in annoyance as she met the cat's glare with the same exact expression.

"I said, 'Fu-"

"Please," Oliver stood up his back raising as he rubbed his side against  her arm. His tail slowly brushed off as he saw the object's expression become more and more death like. Satisfied, he continued with a teasingly, and full on triggering, sounding voice. "You should've learned by now that words can do nothing to things like us, hmm?"