My Precious Panther

Chapter 1

Hey everybody this is Chapter 1 and it changes tense to first person and it will probably be this way throughout the story. Enjoy! :D

Chapter 1

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It was late out, and I couldn’t see beyond the next streetlight. My eyes felt groggy and tired, and my legs were so worn-out I was sure that any moment now they might turn to jelly. The strong winds kept trying to knock me off my feet, rushing at me with a howling rage. Fatigue was creeping up to me and I knew my body wouldn't be able to hold of exhaustion much longer, but logic wasn’t going to make me stop.

As long as he was still alive and breathing he would stop at nothing to drag me back to that hell, but not if I can help it; I will use every drop of my energy to get away from that awful nightmare.

I don’t know how long I was mindlessly walking, but energy is not an infinite supply, and mine had suddenly finished to the last drop. I felt my legs wobble about, and I knew it a split second before I hit the ground that I was going to pass out like a rock. My arms flailed about on my descend, but suddenly a splitting pain grew from the back of my head as the sounds of my head hitting the pavement rang loud and clear through the silent night. For a moment, there was nothing but an agonizing pain holding my head captive of its torture.

I had not sat on the ground withering in pain in the streets of an unfamiliar place for long before I was saved by a dark blackness that washed over me and took me away from the tiredness my body has suffered for god-knows how long.

I fell into a dreamless sleep that took over my body and relieved me of the pain.

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My eyes would not open when I felt consciousness bring me back from the dark place I was blissfully resting in. A second after opening my eyes, a burning pain on the back of my skull pounded into me. I let out a cry of pain as I held my head between my hands. The pain grew and I felt like dying would be easier than going through the aching throb that was blinding me of all other senses. Nothing could be seen beyond my hurting head.

I clenched my hands and pulled on my hair as the pain continued to get worse, into agonizing beatings inside my head.

Beyond the pain, a sudden noise caught the attention of my sharp hearing. There was the distant sound of footsteps nearing, but I couldn’t distinguish where from. My skin prickled and I sensed a being coming closer to where I lay in a giant white bed. I knew that if I stayed in my human form I would die without a fight. Better to die in my true form with honour than die as a pathetic human who couldn’t so much as put up a fight.

I let myself flow into my true form. I could feel the bones in my body elongating, growing, morphing into a stronger, better form that was far greater than anything a human form could offer me.

My slick black fur grew over my human body, my claws extended from my paws, my sharp teeth rose into the razor-sharp delicate points of an animal of the wild.

Before I knew it, I was a black powerful predator. I stood on all fours on the floor, silently waiting. The pain dulled away into nothingness as my panther body began healing the broken bones from my weaker self. I knew my jade green eyes were glowing a dangerous emerald. An instinctive sign to warn off danger. My tail swished back and froth and my ears were pinned back, listening intently as the sound of footsteps grew nearer.

A growl of menace ripped through me when I watched with heightened eye sight a figure creaking the door open.

What was a man doing here? Was the man a fucking idiot, or did he have a death wish? Either way I could not understand why any sane person would step into a room, where they heard a menacing angry growl of a wild animal come from? Most sane people would run a mile before ever thinking to walk in.

After a quick once over, I took in his strong build of someone who spent quite a bit of their time in a gym, firm muscles and tall frame, he was someone, who in my human form would be quite intimidating. However in the true panther form, I saw him as nothing but a threat as I snarled at him to back off and leave me the hell alone.

The fucking idiot didn’t even flinch when he heard my snarl; instead he took one slow calm step forward. Now that he was closer I could take in finer details I had missed in my instinct to assess the danger. He had a strong face, one of patience and compassion, his lips soft and his high cheekbones he wasn’t that bad of a looker, but his eyes stumped me still.

His eyes were a light hazel brown, like whipped cream and chocolate mixed into a yummy combination, and his eyes held an expression not of terror or fright or anger, but something softer. It confused the hell out of me, but I had no time to think more of it, as he chose that moment to continue his advance on me.

I bared my teeth, showing my sharp dangerous canines that could easily slit his throat if need be, and crouched my body into a defensive stance, ready to spring the moment he made a move of attack. His lips twitched as he moved closer to me, and just as I was about to spring and claw my way out of here, he abruptly stopped a few metres away from me.

He did nothing to harm me, in fact I watched as he continued to watch me with a soft look in his eyes. Something in my gut was telling me he was not a threat and I knew this gut instinct was my inner animal letting me know her thoughts on the situation. She was always right, but this time I felt uneasy as I continued to stay in my defensive stance, my eyes never leaving his. But after a while of just watching him do nothing, I felt that maybe my inner animal was right.

Still it wouldn’t hurt to see if he really didn’t want to hurt me, would it? In a split second decision, I decided to pounce on him and see what he does.

I pulled my back paws down, and leaped through the final metres that separated us, using all my momentum and animal strength to knock him off his feet. And boy was he shocked to say the least.

His eyes were as wide as saucers, and his body was pinned beneath my sleek panther self. My front paws were pressed into his shirt clad arms, and my back paws stood on his legs to stop any escape from happening. I bared my teeth, my canines inching closer and closer to his soft, tender neck. Yet, he still made no move to fight me off. Confusion swam in my mind at the thought of him not even trying to be a defenceless prey, at him being absolutely helpless that he couldn’t even try to fight me. Pity washed over me, and in a sudden jerk of movement, I jumped away from him, breathing heavily.

He looked at me with bewildered eyes, but there was also a look of respect in his chocolate brown eyes. I was ashamed of myself for acting so cruel, the least I could’ve done was given him a chance to fight me, the man hadn’t stood a chance. He must be petrified, but his eyes told me another story. I didn’t know what to think, so I looked to my inner animal for help. She told me one word, and the animal inside of me who I trusted with my life and had never failed me, thought to me that if I couldn’t figure it out, then don’t bother trying. She said one word in my mind and that was all it took. No matter how good looking, how sweet, and precious this young man was, I could never make the mistake to trust someone I hadn’t had years to figure out, and even that was too short.

Without a second’s hesitation, I did the one thing I knew how to.

I ran like a bat out of hell.