I twist the knife in my hand. I'm lying down on my bed watching
the light flicker off the metal, then back on again. Bart is
banging on the closet door but I put a chair underneath the
doorknob. I close my eyes and listen. I was only five years old
when my mother died. I can still hear her cries of pain.
She kept calling for me, until finally my father came to get me with grief in his eyes. I remember her words. She said "Isabella, my dearest most beautiful daughter, I tried to stop this fate for you but sadly the worlds safety will be put in your hands." She paused breathing deeply.
"When I die, your future will be set in motion. April 22 is today… the day I die, the day your sisters will die, the day your grandmother died, and it will be the day you die too. When the stars are out and the sun is still up but going down like all hopes, you, pure of heart, will save us all but you must die."
I remember being so scared. My breathing fast, heart racing, and I ran out the door to the meadow where I fell to my knees crying. I didn't know what she meant. She had scared me with her words of death. My sisters were only three... why would she tell me that.
When I die, your future will be set in motion. What did that even mean? I asked myself that over and over again. I was so young… I couldn't understand. I looked up and say the white teeth of a Beast and as quickly as I looked up, it snapped its jaws at me. I screamed and felt its hot, stinky breath on my face as I squeeze my eyes shut.
I hear a loud bang! That snapped me out of my memory. I look up; Bart's trying to kick the door down. "Don't even try!" I say but secretly I'm testing him to see if he will give up. One thing's for sure, I think he definitely is not working for the Beasts. If he was, then he would have some type of device to get out.
I sigh and get up from my spot. I slowly start to make my way to the closet, still twisting the knife. "Well, you're very persistent and you are definitely not one of the spy's so…" I stop talking for a moment. Leaning against the wall beside the door, I kick the chair across the room changing my position. "I'll let you go and I admit I owe you for taking care of me."
Bart opens the door slowly and looks at me for a long time; finally he says "You forgot your hood." I relax at the comment. "Don't worry about it," I toss the knife on the bed. "Truce?" I ask putting my hands in the air. "You trust way too early… but considering you can trust me you have good judgment." He adds that last part fast.
I just roll my eyes and say "Yeah well when you're done talking there's a food market across the street." I say and I toss him a money bag. "You can get us some food… unless you'd rather stay here and watch Mocha for me." I coo tipping my head. Please work! I think.
His face turns red and I take a step closer.
I feel my face grow hot as Isabella murmurs to me gently. "I, um, I'll stay here." I stammer and she had stepped closer. I feel my breathing quicken as she says "Are you sure?" I nod and she smiles at me while taking the money bag. "I'll be back in a while." She says "Don't let Mocha get jealous." I say smiling and she looks over at him who is now sitting on the bed with narrowed eyes staring at me.
Isabella giggles "That's not Mocha's jealous look. That's the Better-Not- try-Anything-On-Her look. I should know. He gave that look on a different cat, and yes it was a male. He also did that look on a dog that kept trying to lick me… he stayed by my side for two days after that." We both laugh and when we finish Isabella walks over to Mocha and starts petting him.
I mentally breathe out a sigh of relief, that girl could really make someone feel cornered! Once she left I sit next to Mocha who is still sitting on the bed. "You are one lucky cat, you know that?" I ask. "Meow?" Is his only response so I figure that's all I'm going to get out of him. I lean back and try to remember what has happened so far.
My father died
I made a time machine with my uncle
My uncle died and I come here
I live in a stupid, rundown, and abandoned grocery store for two months
I get chased by a Beast
I meet a girl who comes from my time
She gets poisoned and I take care of her
Her cat laughs at me
I'm now living in an abandoned, apartment building
Yeah that would some it up don't you think?
I wasn't kidding when I said he was a good kisser. When I kissed him it felt so right and there was a sudden desire to kiss him again. I mentally kicked myself afterwards for thinking that! He's got a point though; I do trust people to early. I can't think about that though, I want to get some fresh air and honestly I don't want to spend that much time with Mocha.
As I walk in the store and I remember what happened after I screamed…
Everything was silent after I closed my eyes. I could still feel its breath and I could hear the growling. I opened my eyes carefully and see that the Beast was staring at my necklace: It's a winged staff with two snakes' curled around it. My mother had given it to me when I was three; she said to me over and over again after wards that it was the weapon/symbol of Nike: My great-grandmother.
It continued to growl but slowly, it started to back away until it as ten feet away from me then it ran away. I stayed seated for about five minutes before getting up. Figures: having the weapon of Nike, goddess of speed strength and victory, is a tattletale sign to back off. Even Beasts have that knowledge, even though most humans don't.
I remember walking back to the house very numb probably from a little bit of shock. I barely noticed the soft mewls of a kitten coming from the hidden inside of a tree
I look up to the man behind the counter and gave him the a twenty dollor bill and putting the change back in my wallet. I take my bags and leave after I say a quick 'Thank you' and started to head across the street. My guess it was probably around 7 o'clock; I didn't have a watch so I couldn't tell.
After putting away the food in a different room I use for food storage I head back to my room. I look in my door and see Bart laying down with Mocha curled up in a ball on his chest. I laugh a little and come in saying "Having a good time you two?" Mocha didn't budge but Bart only smiles and replies "Oh yeah sure having a cat curled up on me is the number one thing on my to-do list." Sarcasm is coated in every word.
I sit down next to Bart and pry Mocha off of him and set Mocha in my lap while he purrs in content.