Bob's Life: Global Warming

Chapter 4: Oh No, No More Sun(Sarcasm, By The Way)

Katherine did a very Katherine-like thing: she invited Sunny to a very dark abandoned storage shed for the tea party.

Any other person would be creeped out, but not Sunny. First of all, she's certainly not a coward, and she found nothing suspicious or dangerous about a dark and abandoned storage shed. Even if there was anything planning to kill them, Sunny was very confident in her laser shooting skills.

Also, she's spent enough time with Katherine to know her creepy ways.

The pair settled down at an old, rickety table, and Katherine poured the scorching hot black tea, as promised. Sunny wisely chose not to drink it. Knowing Katherine, she poisoned the cup or something.

"Who are we complaining about today?" Katherine asked, smirking.

"Bob." Sunny suggested.

Katherine didn't look too happy with the suggestion, surprisingly. She frowned, staring at her skeptically all the while taking a long sip of her tea. For once, her stare sent shivers down her spine.

"No."

"Fine." she grumbled, the unease passing. "Alicia, then."

"Oh, definitely." Katherine leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table. "Do you know how many lawn ornaments she knocked over with her outdoor dance routines?"

"And she sings too much." Sunny added. "Not that it sounds bad, she's just too loud."

Katherine sighed, looking miserable at the thought of theater queen. "That's the problem. If she sang by herself, it would be tolerable. But she always manages to get Jack and Lily to join in."

"Those two have no musical talent at all." Sunny continued. "They sound like dying cats."

"They can also tone the energy level down by a lot." Katherine drawled.

"Agreed."

The pair couldn't think of any else to say about Alicia, so they moved on to the next person. It was actually very nice, being able to complain about people without any interruptions. And they had the time to think about something about every person that was brought up, and that was certainly an accomplishment!

Lily screeches too loudly and too often.

Jack is too obsessed with pumpkins.

Richard is incapable of proper human communication.

Sally is too nice and prefers animals over humans.

Joseph is too much of a workaholic.

Pierre is waaaay too expressive.

Jasmine is a huge grump.

Violette is very violent.

Min is creepy and never talks to anyone.

Official Sushi Dictionary and Moonfishy use ridiculously fancy words too much for anyone else to understand them. Also, they're so weird.

The list went on and on. By the time they got to Hussain, it was afternoon and the scorching hot tea wasn't scorching hot anymore. Sunny still didn't drink hers, and Katherine already finished hers. They were laughing and chatting amiably while bringing up how they would murder Hussain the mechanic for playing one too many tricks on them. Maybe they could have another tea party some other time. Sunny would never admit it, but this is fun.

Suddenly, Katherine stood up, pulling out a cardboard box. "Hold on for a moment, Sunny." she said. "I'm going to find something."

"Find what?" Sunny tried to see, but Katherine quickly moved to block her line of sight. She was suddenly curious, and incredibly wary. "Wait, are those..."

"My old knife collection." Katherine explained, voice a bit too casual. Her tone was unnerving, and Sunny felt her body become tense.

They were silent for a bit, but it wasn't the comfortable silence that Sunny was so used to. This type of silence was foreboding and tense.

Something was going to happen.

"Two negatives repel each other." she heard Katherine mutter to herself.

"Uh, what does that have to do with anything?" she asked, standing and backing away slowly. Something wasn't right. Something was just...off.

"Two negatives repel each other, Sunny." Katherine grinned. "You should know that by now."

She struck out towards her quickly, like a snake. There was a wicked smile, a sharp intake of breath, and the gleam of a knife.

Khadija's first official non-medic task for Cat Cult was to bring lost cats back to their owners. Alright, that seems simple enough.

She found a yellow tabby named Tree and tried to give him back to Bob, only for the grouchy millionaire to refuse to take the cat. So Tree was now Cat Cult's newest member. She gave a brown tabby cat named Frank to Lily and Jack, the local pumpkin rights' activists, and a black cat to a very shy girl named Sally. Khadija was in a pretty good mood after that-she accomplished a lot and she couldn't find any more lost cats. Min would let her get back to her beloved medic duties soon enough.

Then, she heard a strange meowing sound in a storage shed. Hmm, strange. She never saw that storage shed in the neighbourhood before. Ah, well. Her job was to help lost cats, so in she would go!

Khadija always had this connection to shadows, ever since she was a kid. She learned to navigate with her eyes closed tightly and even learned to do everyday tasks in the dark. She saved quite a bit of electricity since she hardly had any need for a light source. It was quite simple, really, but people still gasp in shock.

Her eyes closed instinctively as she stepped inside the dark storage. But there was something different. This wasn't the comfortable darkness that she could embrace and welcome like her best friend. This darkness was hiding something. Something wicked. That something pulled at her eyelids, begging her to open her eyes. She continued to keep her eyes clenched sharp as she easily made her way around, but part of her was incredibly curious.

If the darkness was hiding something, she wanted to know what.

Khadija stopped in her tracks, and her eyes flickered open. It took her a while to get used to the dim lighting, as little of it there might be. She made out a limp figure on the ground, and a rickety old table and two chairs. She was about to call out to the figure, but then she realized there was a liquid pooling around it.

It was dark. It was thick. It wasn't water.

It was blood.

Khadija stumbled backwards with a horrified cry. This figure, whatever it may be, is dead.

Min wouldn't mind with her having to abandon her Cat Cult duties. He was understanding, patient, and kind. But death-he had seen enough of it. Reporting the cats to the leader would have to wait, and so would reporting the death.

She knew exactly who did this. She recognized the knife and the shape of the wound.

But to her, that didn't matter. As she burst out of the storage shed, there was only one thought that was clear in her head.

She would never let herself see so much blood again.

Author's Note:

Khadija is the best character that showed up so far.  

Also I can't write blood or killing or anything so I kind of just skimmed over that part. Hope you guys don't mind!