I sat there and looked up at Wes and Shia who looked down at me with disdain.
“Jen, what are you doing?” Wes asked.
“Sitting down, you got a problem?” I asked testily. I was really getting tired of being pressed when I wasn’t ready to talk or do anything.
“Of course, we have to keep moving,” Wes said, stepping over me.
“You know what?” I asked, outraged as I stood up, “I’m tired of your rudeness to me! If there is something you wanna say, just say it! I’m sick of this tension and silence and I’d watch out because that pretty cat looks like it’s going to eat you,” I said, yawning. Wait, a cat?
“Oh my God! Wes look out!” I yelled and I pulled him towards me, knocking the both of us into the wall. The large black jaguar landed where he would have been.
“Oh God,” Shia said from behind Wes and I. I could sense him backing up. Wes took the torch and swung it at the cat, but it snarled and pounced, landing inches from Wes.
“No, Wes! Don’t hurt it! There’s a way to get past this! There always is!” I screamed.
“Wes, don’t. Come on man. Jen, distract it...” Shia said, panicked.
Wes was still swinging the torch wildly back and forth, just keeping the cat at bay. The cat’s almost invisible black spots against its black skin and its yellow eyes mesmerized me. It snarled a wide open mouth snarl, showing us two-inch long fangs and a pink tongue. I looked past it and noticed a door of some sorts on the other side of the wall. The jaguar leapt and snarled, leapt and snarled.
It was headed straight for me!
I put my knapsack in front of me and felt the cat’s raking claws go through the bag and rip it in two. I screamed at it and advanced, taking it by surprise. It jumped down and went to Shia who hurriedly pushed Wes and I to the other door. Wes opened it and Shia stuffed us all through, slamming the door behind us on the snarling cat.