Kenopsia

A Walk With God

"Walk with me," the cat's voice echoed in Spere's mind.

"I'm not asleep."

The cat hissed, "Then starve! Or shall you comply?!"

Spere growled lowly, "Fine! Okay, I'll go with you. Take me away!"

"At your command," he whispered, and then his presence grew overwhelmingly, and Spere began to see a black door up ahead. She moved towards it, suddenly in a new space, a new space of emptiness and nothing, like a dream world. She touched the door, and pressed a hand against the surface of it. It felt like how she'd imagine jello or slime to feel. The faceless cat sat on her shoulders, digging his claws into her shirt. "Open the door," he said, swishing his tail in front of her face. "Do it quick." Spere didn't know how to feel about this.

She finally took a deep breath and said, "Alright." Spere quietly pushed the door open, took a step forward in the dark abyss, and then began floating. Drowning. It felt like she was in water, but couldn't feel or see anything. Could she breathe? She didn't know. The cat floated in front of her face smugly, now.

"You can't hide from your destiny, Spere. But you can change this fate," he said.

"What fate?" She tried to ask, but couldn't speak or move. Her skin was icy cold. She felt her lips and mouth fill with ice and frost. She couldn't speak. She tried to panic but couldn't. Her mind panicked.

"Death," the cat whispered. "You either bring it to others or bring it to yourself and the rest of the planet. Your lover can be spared. It's your choice, my love. I will stay with you, from now on."

Spere's eyes flashed open, in real life, in reality. She couldn't breathe. What was on her face? She pulled the thing from her face and gasped for air.

A cat?

"Of course it's a cat," Spere growled, holding the innocently-eyed black kitten in her hands. The sun was blinding. It was just her alone in the barrel now, the lid gone. It was much more roomy, but still cramped and uncomfortable. She stood, still holding the fat kitten in her arms, and looked around. Corn feed was iced to the ground all around her.

"Windy?" She called. Her voice echoed in the alley way.

"Oh, sorry!" She heard his voice from somewhere nearby. Then, after a moment, he appeared in the alley way. "I was just scoping out the second neighborhood," he said. "Where'd you get the cat?"

Spere glared at Windy, "Don't ask. Come help me get out of this thing."

"Sleep well?" Windy asked, grinning, as he walked over and offered a hand.

"Splendidly," Spere grumbled, handing the cat to him. He placed it on the ground, and then offered his hand again, and helped Spere pull herself out from the tub and onto the slick ground. She slipped, but Windy caught her with an arm around her waist.

"Careful," he said. "It's slippery."

"Oh, yeah, that would've been nice to know about 15 seconds ago," Spere said sarcastically. She glanced down at a touch on her leg, and saw the black cat rubbing his face against her ankle.

"He's so cute," Windy said, squeaking slightly. "He likes you!"

"Unfortunately. I'm not a cat person," Spere said, and bent down and picked the cat up again, who purred, and attempted to nuzzle her as she held him out far from her. After a moment, Spere begrudgingly murmured, "Well, maybe I could be a cat person..." and pulled the kit close to her chest. "Just not white cats."

"Why not? Oh. The cat in your dreams?"

Spere nodded, "I saw him again last night. I drowned, I guess. He said I could either let..." Spere thought for a moment. "Nevermind, it was nothing," She said.