Collection Of One Shots About Love

Black Cat (1)

(Not a romance)(Probably?)

"What am I?"

"Who am I?"

Oh...

I remembered something, the group had picked up a small black cat. Well, it was Derrek that brought up the idea for the night, the rest of us only followed along.

The sound of our feet crushing the leaves beneath us as our voices dispersed into the darkness of the trees felt eerily exciting. The ritualistic and almost immoral part of what we were planning was exhilarating to me.

Now, remembering that anticipation made my stomach churn.

Grabbing under it's front legs, my hands held the black cat out and away from me. It's face was directed forwards, as I ignored it's negligible little life, and it tangled there like a ragdoll made of dark filthy silk. If it weren't for the ears that twitched every now and again as we walked, I'd think it were already dead.

I remember entertaining the disgusting thought, that if it were already dead, it wouldn't be very fun. Ugh! Why were we doing that again? It was Halloween night, and we had thought that we would celebrate with a sacrifice.

This doesn't seem right. I reviewed the memories.

I could remember the feeling of fur on my palms, and seeing the red and bright blue color of Bjorn's coat. I could even still feel what it was like to talk. To speak real words.

But these aren't my memories.

Coming back to my senses, what I could hear were their voices, and I could comprehend the anxiety and words that they verbalized. I heard their foot steps nearing, and the irregular patterns in their motions. I could recognize all of it.

I opened my eyes and looked at my hands--my paws--as I extended and retracted my claws. I stood up from where I sat with sore muscles, and I turned to the motionless body that lay just a few yards away. He had fallen down a drop that he hadn't seen in the dark. I saw it, though.

It wasn't such a large fall, but I guess it was the way he fell. Thankfully, cats always land on their feet.

I know a lot now. Things about cats, humans, dogs, and machines. I know words, and by chance, the answer to one of the oldest known questions.

No, you can't possess a cat.

The man that carried me didn't listen to the Reaper when he was told that his 'ghost' was only made up of memories and emotions. Apparently, possession never worked the way one wanted it to.

The strangest thing, is that there was an afterlife. So, is there a place for cats too?

My ears twitched.

"Freddy..." Bjorn's voice was frail, and full of the realization of reality. He continued lamenting over his good friend's death as I watched.

Unfortunately, I couldn't hear most of what Bjorn said over Andrew's trembling disbelief that had continued to go on for a while too long, "Oh fuck! Oh God, shit! Jesus christ...!"

Derek was the calmest out of all of them, and I saw that there was a phone to his ear. He wasn't uneffected, I noted, as I watched one of his hands move back and forth about his hair and face rapidy, "We were... just talking a walk. I guess it was just too dark..."

It was a bit strange to see them as flustered as this. I had never witnessed it before. Well, I wasn't Frederick, but I knew these humans as if they were my best friends.

I don't like them--no--Frederick did. Probably, I only recieved his memories, and not his emotions.

I want to leave.

"Where are you going?" Bjorn's legs were now moving towards me.

Oh, you're done being sad about Frederick already?

My instincts told me to dash, but then as I was about to lift my paw, my memories decided that I was actually too curious about what he wanted from me. In the moment, I hadn't thought, Curiosity killed the cat.

I wanted to reject his touch but I let him lift me. It was weird. The way he held me wasn't how Derek or Frederick did it, with one hand cradling my back legs, and the other under my chest.

"Damnit Bjorn! Get rid of the fucking cat!" Derek roared as he put the phone to his chest, and I could hear Bjorn's heart beat become even more irrepressible.

Andrew looked up from his bubble of shock, "Are you guys really doing this right now!? Fred is fucking dead!"

Derek glared back at him without a word as he went back to his phone, and then they fell into silence.

It felt so ominous, so I thought: Frederick would have enjoyed this.

Anyway, I wasn't worried. Bjorn had always been a bit slow, and in more ways than one. So, since I had the time to, I decided to go through all the images and sounds that continued to force their way into my memory.

After a while I found that looking at my own memories with my new knowledge was quite enlightening.

I think, I don't want to be a cat anymore...