Galaxy: Milky Way
System Cluster: Local Cluster
Solar System: Ra/Sol/Sun
Continent / Ocean: North America
Nation / Territory: U.S.A.
State / Province: New York
County / Prefecture: New York
City / Town / Village: New York City
Suburb: (borough) Manhattan
Structure: Club Republica
Time Frame: Past
TNH Verse Year: 2014
Local Date: 2014 February 7
by Catalypse Veau
at February 7 Monday 9:39 pm EST
It was curious how she always ended up in random places, but here she was again; another random place, another random time. She stood outside of Club Republica having found a door that interested her. It apparently led out of the club. She stood now in the allies behind the club, still able to hear the deep bass thrum of the music still being spun from within. Of course, having found where it led, Catalypse had turned to try and pry the door open again, but not having superhuman strength, she couldn't open it... unless she completely destroyed it. And it was such a pretty door...
She giggled at the door before turning to look at the rest of her surroundings. There were a few garbage bins to her left, there were a few garbage bins to her right... ‘Hmmm,’ so which was out? ... She looked up to the sky above, and the fire escapes and the roof ledges. She could always fly out, but Mama had told her no more flying in the city. She was drawing too much attention. But surely no one would see her from this deep in the allies. They were like a maze, they were. She sighed and shoved her hands into the cargo pants’ pockets, and glanced once more, left then right. She gave a huff, then shut her eyes tightly, and spun around in a circle before walking definitely to the left. She opened her eyes as she started to meander.
She did love adventures, and this was sure to be one filled with rats and fun-time, but as she walked, she found no rats, and she found no fun-time. She was starting to think her feet had taken her in the wrong direction when suddenly she spotted the cars zipping back and forth at the end of the alley to her left. She gave a happy little trill and started to skip towards the opening...
Something gave her pause, though; a man was setting forth out of a door just a few feet ahead of her. He was a mean-looking, big ole black man. ‘Night skin’, she called them normally. She halted her progression swiftly and tilted her head; cascades of autumn red hair fell around her should, and long bang's before her eyes. She blinked her amber eyes and the pupils widened to appear more human. This did leave her vision blurry. She gave a little growl in her disgruntled mood.
The man turned to face her, his head tilting to the side as he started to saunter toward her.
"Well, well... You must be the new girl I keep hearing about, sugah... How about you come here with that fine *** and taste some of this...." He was walking funny, Cat thought. And ‘new’ ? No, she wasn't new here... She was quiet old, in fact. Or at least that was what Mama seemed to think. She stood her ground with a quizzical look as the man finally came right up on her.
He stopped to eye her over and then lashed out and back-handed her. Cat's face turned to the side and she stumbled a little in the direction his hand had swung, hair fully covering her face now as warmth heated her cheeks. Her pupils retracted as he said, "Show some respect, ho... I aint payin’ u to stare..."
A deep, gravelly growl rolled up from the depths of Catalypse's stomach to spill from between parted, rose-soft lips; her amber-yellow cat eyes glaring from amongst the autumn fire that was her hair. She slowly stood tall again, and one hand slipped to the small of her back while the other ran up to her shoulder to touch two separate places, activating the shields that kept her ...extra appendages concealed. The sound of skin tearing and bones crackling started from behind Cat as she looked up at the man before her. She gave a vicious little smile; a spread of such delicate features to reveal the demon within. Razor-sharp teeth glittered in the dimly lit alley, and the man took a hesitant step back.
It was too late to run... Cat let out a feral, hissing scream that sounded very much like that of a mountain lion just as her wings and tail burst forth, her over-shirt falling as frayed cotton as she leaped at the man. Her body crashed into his with grace, and down they both went.
The man was pushing her back as her teeth made sweet snicker-snack sounds so very close to his face. It took her only moment to realize that she wasn't getting anywhere trying to bite him because of his long arms pushing her away from him, his feet kicking helplessly as she straddled him. But when she moved back to swat his hands away, he threw a vicious punch to the right side of her face. His knuckles crunched as they met with bone and knocked her back enough to place a firm kick into her chest. She sailed back and into a pile of trash, landing on her back and knocking the air from her lungs.
"WHAT THE **** ARE
YOU?!" the man screamed as Cat recovered, her eyes snapping back into focus as she slowly sat up and giggled. Her voice purred and radiated with power as she said one single phrase. "Let me play with you...."
Her voice seemed to stop the man dead in his tracks; her voice wrapping around the consciousness of his mind and sinking fangs into his subconscious to make him think she was but a child so innocent she only wanted to play.
Cat slowly moved from sitting to a low crouch as she sang again, "Why would you run? There is no reason to run; .... only to scream...”
and as soon as she said that, the man looked in utter horror and screamed at the top of his lungs. "That's better,"
she purred and flew at him, again tackling him to the ground as he wailed and hollered; her teeth slashing through his neck while her claws dug into his chest, the sweetness of blood tingling on her tongue while the squish, squish of his inner organs made her simply giddy. But hold on.. . This was fun-time...
She sat up, soaked in blood and gore, and swallowed and then said, "Mama is going to be mad... "