Infinity In Death's Eyes

War

Five years later I was twenty three years old, living in Queens, New York. I was done living in small towns where disaster strikes. The cats wouldn't come if it meant this many casualties.
I was so wrong.
As I walked to the local Starbucks I got a feeling of something following me once more. this time I didn't turn around, I convinced myself it was my mind playing tricks on me. it had been five years.
I went in, ordered my coffee and sat down to work on the story I had been writing. I stayed there for a couple hours until I realized a couple fights that were happening around me. I looked up from my computer screen and saw not just a couple people fighting but everyone, there was a couple fist fights and some fights that were close to fist fights, it seemed as though these people didn't even know what they were fighting about.
I had quickly left walking down the street trying my hardest to ignore the hissing and angry meowing coming from behind me. I didn't look back as I heard dozens of fights breaking out. I didn't turn back when I heard a blood curdling scream.
I kept walking.
When I finally turned around I saw an orange, dirty, fierce looking cat that was hissing at everyone it passed making them break out into a war over nothing. further behind I saw small groups form fighting other groups, then the people in the groups betray everyone else and then everything breaks out into full out war.
War, that is the orange cat's name. I read the collar as I looked down from the rooftop of my apartment. Ambulances, Police cars, And the fire department had shown up. unfortunately the government is not immune to this effect either. Now there is bodies on the ground, shot, bruised, and dead. Riots flood the streets small fires are lit on the road, power lines are down, people have been looting stores, eve
ryone is in a full out war every human, animal, and demon for themselves. I had to watch it all unfold. War sat beside me much calmer than when he was on the street.
The last cats had taken at least a day to three days, this cat took only an hour to plunge Queens into war and chaos. I fell onto my back using the feel of the hard gravel to ground me. I fell asleep there hoping it would work. It didn't.
Instead it took four weeks for war to leave, he had moved from Queens to Boston to all of New York dragging me along for the ride. For some reason I followed War through the whole thing, brining destruction, pain, and sorrow.
When war finally disappeared I decided to run away, hoping that if I lost myself the Cats wouldn't be able to find me either.