-a/n-
Waddup?? This crazy idea just popped outta my head, & I decided to write it down as another MIMATO fic. I kinda hate it having to write more fics without finishing the ones I started. Oh well. I guess one way or another, my earlier stories would be finished. So here's my third Mimato fic entitled "Ninth Life". Enjoy!
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Ninth Life
Prologue
By ©ancercute
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I quickened my pace as I ran through the crowded streets, holding my mother's hand. It was chaos. All I see were people running, desperately saving their own precious lives. It was dark at night time, and the time of war. Dead bodies were everywhere. Blood stained the streets, and rats were feeding on some corpses. I grimaced at the sight.
As an eight year old child, my legs were easily tired. But we have to run. At least far away from this place where the battle still continues. As far as I can understand, we weren't running away from people. No, not them. They weren't the ones causing this mayhem. But the wild dogs and untamed cats. The war was of the savage wolves and beastly felines that legend speaks of in this city. Both species were mortal enemies.
It was growing more dangerous and lives were taken away from people.
We continued running as I clung to my mother's hand. I never once looked back- only to the direction where we are headed. My dress was stained with mud, but it didn't matter now. Safety was our first priority. My father led the way.
We passed across a destroyed house and I spotted two wolves with their white razor sharp teeth glistening in the darkness. I fought the shiver of fear that ran down my spine. I was scared that my heart pounded against my chest. We passed a black cat with eyes of a demon. These creatures were everywhere. Myths and legends about these animals were reality now.
Finally, we stopped running. There were only a few people in the area and we hid down a dark alley to rest, and catch our breaths. I never released myself from my mother's side. A few moments passed and we decided to continue. But something blocked our way.
Two grey wolves were in front of us, growling with their visible white teeth. Their eyes were black, hungry and saliva was drooping down from their mouths. The sound they emitted scared me as I hid behind my mother's back. And in a flash of light, the wolves leaped toward my parents and I stumbled back, falling to the ground. I watched horror struck with frightened wide eyes as they attacked my parents. Their teeth dug into their flesh as both my mother and father fought back. Their screams were unbearable. I was scared to death that my mind was losing, unable to think and decide on what to do. My hands and legs trembled. I was watching the death of my loved ones. I was too paralyzed to help them. But I gathered all my courage left and pulled with strength the tail of the wolf from my mother, only causing me to throw myself back to land on the floor. My vain attempt on helping them was useless. The scream of my parents filled my ears and the growling of the wolves crushed my heart. I shut my eyes closed, pushing away the pain.
"Mimi!"
As I heard their desperate cry of my name, I opened my eyes only to find them lying motionlessly on the cold cemented floor, stained with crimson blood. I chocked at the sight as tears brimmed down my cheeks. A dog howl noised at the now quiet night. My visions blurred and my sobs were faint, yet hearable enough to the wolves that they turned towards me. Slowly, I backed away as they came closer, but I hit my back to the concrete wall. As they bared their teeth in front of me, a shadow passed right before me in defense. A cat, just a size smaller than the wolves, was there. It turned to look at me with piercing black eyes and back at the two dogs.
Then, without hesitation, it scratched my right side waist at the back with its sharp claws causing me to shout in pain. It left a fresh three lined scar, red with a little blood. The cat then fought with the wolves as I stared towards the fighting animals. My eyes were slowly closing and I felt unconsciousness creeping around me. I was tired. The fighting noise had stopped and I finally lost consciousness. The last thing I heard was the quiet purr of a cat, and I felt the cold cemented floor.
That was the beginning of my existence… as a werecat.
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-a/n-
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