Post by cheshire on Oct 14, 2008 4:34:23 GMT -1
The evening was cool, the sun just ready to end its beautiful set on a Friday and start its way into Saturday, people still flooded the market though the crowd had thinned out remarkably by now, such a cold murders breeze suddenly took over a small section of the markets as the slight hint of burning brimstone and sulfur sauntered along that breeze a moment before disappearing into the cool evening air, as those wasted souls look a scurry about for whatever they can get there worthless little paws on.
His narrowed hatful eyes watching every moment they make as his small slender body makes its way though the crowd dodging feet here and there his soft black fur ruffles as there feet get closer to stepping on him. His eyes almost lighting up as he found a ledge to perch him self upon just under a window to a closed trinket shop, where he sits his yellow eyes looking about harshly his tail coiled around his body, his ears back against his head as he watched in disgusted this so called ”rat race”.
A scream of terror pierced the low rumble of the crowed market, a woman lay dead as a young college aged man stands over her, calling out to nothing “Its done! Its over! No, no more stop it, STOP IT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! “ He pleaded, swinging at anyone who got close to him, his eyes wide as he jerked his head left then right, swinging at nothing as if something was coming for him from the corner of his eyes” DID YOU SEE THAT!” he screams” NO LEAVE ME ALONE! “ He cries out before tearing a pipe off a water line from the side of a building and hitting another man who had rushed to the woman’s side in an attempt to help her, killing him with one swift blow to his head” STOP IT!” he screamed swinging the pipe again wildly before he ran to the brick building and began violently banging his head into its wall repeatedly before he to lay dead from his own injuries.
As the crowd now gathered in aw, the large black house cat sat there on his perch wearing what the old cat lady in the neighborhood would refer to as a malevolent felines grin his eyes now larger with pleaser and self gratification.
His narrowed hatful eyes watching every moment they make as his small slender body makes its way though the crowd dodging feet here and there his soft black fur ruffles as there feet get closer to stepping on him. His eyes almost lighting up as he found a ledge to perch him self upon just under a window to a closed trinket shop, where he sits his yellow eyes looking about harshly his tail coiled around his body, his ears back against his head as he watched in disgusted this so called ”rat race”.
A scream of terror pierced the low rumble of the crowed market, a woman lay dead as a young college aged man stands over her, calling out to nothing “Its done! Its over! No, no more stop it, STOP IT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! “ He pleaded, swinging at anyone who got close to him, his eyes wide as he jerked his head left then right, swinging at nothing as if something was coming for him from the corner of his eyes” DID YOU SEE THAT!” he screams” NO LEAVE ME ALONE! “ He cries out before tearing a pipe off a water line from the side of a building and hitting another man who had rushed to the woman’s side in an attempt to help her, killing him with one swift blow to his head” STOP IT!” he screamed swinging the pipe again wildly before he ran to the brick building and began violently banging his head into its wall repeatedly before he to lay dead from his own injuries.
As the crowd now gathered in aw, the large black house cat sat there on his perch wearing what the old cat lady in the neighborhood would refer to as a malevolent felines grin his eyes now larger with pleaser and self gratification.