The Revenge Of The Claws - PART 1

2 years has passed since that horrible day when Nancy Sanderson was killed. Everybody has forgotten the black cat - who has been hiding itself in the woods. However, her revenge is getting near....

Mary Anne was used to being alone. She got lost in the crowd. Her father was an ambitious lawyer. Her mother was a natty journalist. They scrambled for the computer as well as the phone. Therefore, Mary Anne had created her own world, a world in which she could feel at home. That world was in the forest. She was finally there.

Approximately 10 metres from that place, the black cat sneaked around. She had grown leaner and was tormented by the cold. But she had to defy it. The 3 kittens remained in the abandoned burrow, helpless and hungry. The cat was hungry too. For the last months she had lived on apple-cores, pieces of bread, mice and weasels. But that was before this awful winter came. A thick layer of snow covered the ground and blocked her usual feed. The burrow had been a retreat for her and the kittens ever since the horrible day 2 years ago, when Nancy Sanderson were killed.... That memory still made the cat tremble inside. Ever since then, she'd stayed away from humans and observed them from a hill - all those reporters who'd search in the famous barn. The cat didn't like the idea of killing humans. But the madness, the horrible madness, was still there.

Mary Anne gazed upon a squirrel who were collecting nuts. She thought of the silence. She had grown so used to it that she never noticed it. The squirrel suddenly disappeared. It was as if it had heard distant sounds who were approaching. Mary Anne tried to listen, but couldn't hear anything. She finally fell asleep close to a tree trunk.

The cat moved faster in the direction of the sound waves. They were slow and drawn-out. The cat sensed the vicinity of human being. A green froth oozed out of the corner of its mouth. The eyes expanded and became twice as big. The human had once been evil. The human had caused the wound in the neck. The human had let out the detestable bat. The bat had spread the disease. And the disease made her heart pound faster than normal.

Mary Anne woke up from her deep sleep. She heard small sobbing sounds. She saw a black cat with a green sludge in front of it. It looked like vomit. Mary Anne felt sorry for the cat. She held out her hand towards it.

"Don't be afraid. I'll help you."

The cat reacted as quick as lightning. The human was about to get nasty again. The cat opened its mouth and swallowed Mary Anne's wrist in a flash. A cascade of blood and froth belched out.

To be continued....

The Cat - PART 7

This is the last part, I'll post the sequel - "The Revenge Of The Claws" - later.

The moonlight shone as a cosy lantern on the small woodland road. The cat gazed everywhere in search for possible enemies. The madness wandered in her brain and she could still feel the smell of human blood. The cat turned down a beaten track. Not far away, there was a voluminous shrub. She heard the screams from a long distance. Squealing screams. There they were, perfectly camouflaged and exact copies of herself. Black, thin and with the same look in the eyes.

The horrible gleam. Her kittens.

She was proud of her ability to give birth to them. It hadn't been easy. She had almost consumed them once. But the instinct, the fantastic maternal instinct, had won.

She thought that motherhood would kill the terrible feeling inside her. The feeling who made her kill.

But as she fell asleep at the shrub, she knew that wasn't the case. The feeling was still there....

The Cat - PART 6

A cloudy day when the summerrain fell in steady streams, Nancy was looking after the cat. She dabbed the ugly wound with a handkerchief. The cat suddenly winced.

"Sorry", Nancy quickly said.

She walked backwards. The cat followed her, it guarded her with an almost furious look. Nancy took a deep breath. She would soon fall into the hay. The cat hurled ahead and bit Nancy's knee. Nancy cried out. The face was distorted in pain. She fell into the hay at once. The cat opened the mouth and Nancy saw the glimmer of the teeth.

"Nice cat", she whispered with shaky voice.

The cat attacked her again and scratched the neck with its sharp claws.

"Dad!" Nancy bawled. "Help!"

The family heard the bawl through the window. Jack ran inside the barn. The cat hissed. The eyes of Nancy were tattered, the pupils was about to flow out. The cat had bite off half of the upper lip and were (at the present moment) busy with slurping a bit of the collar bone. Lizzie and Sue came running.

"What has happened? What has happened?" Lizzie hysterically asked.

Sue had already begun to scream and now Lizzie did it too. The room echoed with inarticulated sounds while the cat tucked into its victim. The teeth cut their way through the forehead. Jack clutched his brown shotgun and screamed:

"Die, you execrable animal!"

The shots went off. One, two, three. The cat got off. Jack cussed. The cat attacked the foot of Sue. Jack raised the gun again. Bang! The cat once again stood aside. It disappeared through a hole in the wall.

"It escaped", Sue whined.

The tears were shining in her eyes.

"Oh, Nancy. Did you love the animal so much that you let it kill you?"

Jack held his gun.

"No, no", Lizzie protested.

"Oh yes", said Jack. "The cat escaped. Don't you see? It destroyed our lives. And now.... when Nancy no longer exists...."

"Alright", said Lizzie and gulped. "Take the gun and shoot me. I don't wanna live without Nancy. I don't see the point of continuing this life."

Her eyes were vacant and empty.

"Alright", said Jack resolutely. "I'll help you first. That way you won't see me do it. Lay down, Lizzie. Hold Sue."

Sue began to cry again.

"Let me go, Mum! Let me go!"

"No!" Lizzie shouted. "Be quiet!"

"Are you ready?" Jack mumbled.

"Yes", said Lizzie quietly. "I've always loved you. Goodbye Jack. Do it now."

Jack raised the barrel and shoot. Bang! He went down on his knees and bursted into uncontrollable crying.

"God, forgive me! I killed them.... I killed them...."

He picked up his jack knife and stabbed it straight into the throat.

The Cat - PART 5

Nancy went out searching for the cat as soon as they were home again. She walked in the forest and called. She searched in all the nooks and corners of the house. But the cat wasn't there.

Some days later, Sue was eating her breakfast. Lizzie polished the old vase in the living room. Sue suddenly heard a sharp meowing.

"It's the cat, it's the cat!" she puffed.

Her enthusiasm went out when no one came running. To show her ability to manage animals, Sue decided to give the cat some milk.

"There you go, puss", she mumbled.

The cat arched her back and hissed.

"Mum! Help!"

Lizzie came running.

"What's the matter? Have you seen something awful on TV again?"

"The cat", Sue whined. "It hissed!"

"Haven't I told you not to disturb it? Now, eat your breakfast."

As the days passed, Jack became better and better. But he had to stay at the hospital and stand out with the electroshocks - until the doctor judged that he no longer was a danger to those around him. The family were happy for his homecoming. But Nancy couldn't avoid hearing his ill-omened words:

"If I catch 'that animal' again...."

Nancy didn't know how to hide the cat. But her chance came a few days later. The family would visit Grandma. 'Perfect', Nancy thought. Grandma would understand. Her farm was filled with animals. Perhaps the cat could be able to relax at such a place. Nancy still couldn't understand why her pet, who'd used to be so cuddly, had harmed her dad.

Nancy spoke with Grandma in private. But it was hard to explain.

"You must understand that the cat is sick", Grandma mumbled.

"It's not sick!" Nancy protested.

"But it hardly bears any touch. I think I must call the vet at once."

"No, Grandma - no", Nancy firmly said. "I can keep it in the barn. I'll hide it carefully. Just give me a cardboard and a soft blanket."

"All right", Grandma muttered.

Photo class 24/9

Just a small interruption in the horror-story.... Today, me and two friends took some really nice photographs at photo class. These are my favourite ones:

The Cat - PART 4

Jack found her 1 hour later. He carried her back to the house with extreme cautiousness. No one else in the family was home.

"You'll get water", said Jack and tried to sound relaxed. "You do look very thirsty. But why didn't you come back to us? You must have been really upset."

He took out the white food bowl - which Nancy had bought - and filled it with water.

"Here", Jack mumbled. "Drink!"

The cat carefully approached the bowl. The throat was burning. The water looked so tempting.... She took a big gulp. The panic came immediately. She fell over and fiercely struggled.

"Take it easy, take it easy", Jack laughed.

But he could feel the beads running down his forehead. He resolutely grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck and smiled in a forced manner. The cat wriggled in his grip. After that everything happened so fast. The cat attacked him. The eyes had a fierce look. Jack felt how the claws bite through the face, how they scratched the cheeks. The cat seemed to be out of its senses. Tiny hissing sounds were heard from it. A red drop ran down the shirt. Blood! The cat had bitten him in the cheek! Jack felt a big hole when he groped with his hand. Or was it really a hole? Blood from the gum? He had no time to think about it - the cat attacked the other cheek. Chewing sounds and that horrible pain.... Jack screamed. He heard the fierce hissing from the cat, saw the terrible visage of the animal. Everything dissolved in a white haze.

When Jack woke up he was at the hospital. He saw blurred pictures in front of himself.

"It's gonna be alright, Dad, you'll be fine", Sue whispered.

"The doctor said that you have nasty injuries in the face. But you can come home with us now, after you've been given an injection", said Lizzie.

She still dried herself in the eyes with a handkerchief. A short nurse with brown hair entered the room.

"Do you remember what happened?" she friendly asked.

"It was the cat", Jack groaned. "It's not quite right in the head. We must get rid of it."

"No, Dad! Don't do it!" Nancy protested.

"We'll see", said Lizzie. "Thanks for all help. The injection... how long does it take?"

"Not that long", the nurse answered.

Jack saw her fetching the injection, an object with something transparent inside. He never felt the prick. He just saw the concerned expression of the nurse.

"I'm afraid that I'll have to prescribe electroshocks. Because the injection doesn't work on this."

"What is it?" Jack wondered.

"You've been bitten by an animal. This animal has rabies. It has been transferred to you."

"What can we do?" Lizzie asked.

"Not much", said the nurse. "We might try with electroshocks. It can expel the disease. The symptoms already exist. If it comes to the worst.... you've only got a maximum of 14 days left."

Jack thought that the room seemed to quake.

To be continued....

The Cat - PART 3

Well. The family has moved in, the cat has been bitten - here's part 3......

Lizzie cried out when she saw the wounds.

"Have you been in a fight, poor little thing?" she mumbled.

"Quite natural", Jack added. "This puss looks like she can put up with a lot. If only I could figure out who did this."

"Did what?", Sue curiously wondered.

"Bite it. I've never seen wounds as ugly as these. It must have been a pretty hard fight."

The cat seemed to relax in Sue's knee. That was what the family believed. But none of them saw the roving look or the claws who - without any reason - were spread out.

Nancy couldn't understand what had happened. She didn't want to understand. But she couldn't help noticing the changed behaviour of the cat. It seldom came to lie beside her at the end of the day. And if it did, it was shaking in an unnatural way. Nancy could clearly hear the pounding of the cat's heart. It went fast - too fast.

Jack finally advised her to let out the cat. Perhaps it needed to be left alone for a while. But a whole week passed and the cat seemed to have vanished without a trace.

"That poor little thing is probably off to the woods", Lizzie quietly said.

Nancy was inconsolable.

The cat lay outstretched in the glade, approximately 1 metre from the family's house. The eyes were half-closed. How she yearned to sleep! But she couldn't. As soon as she'd closed her eyes the terrible anxiety returned. A spasm went through her body, the eyes rolled around like a wheel, she flew up and arched her back.

Bryan Adams - Run To You

Inspired by Johanna M, I've decided to post the lyrics from my choice of musicvideo. Thanks for the inspiration, Johanna!

(Vallance/Adams)

1. She says her love for me could never die

But that'd change if she ever found out about you and I

Oh - but her love is cold

Would it hurt her if she didn't know cause...

When it gets too much - I need to feel your touch

I'm gonna run to you

I'm gonna run to you

Cause when the feeling's right I'm gonna run all night

I'm gonna run to you

2. She's got a heart of gold, she'd never let me down

But you're the one that always turns me on

You keep me comin' round

I know her love is true

But it's so easy making love to you

I got my mind made up - I need to feel your touch

I'm gonna run to you....

I'm gonna run to you....

The Cat - PART 2

A couple of days later, Nancy told the others in her family about the cat.

"It's alright as long as you keep it in your room", said Jack.

"And as for you, Sue....", said Lizzie strictly. "You mustn't lay your hands on that animal. Do you remember your turtle?"

"But I'd treat it nice!", her youngest daughter protested.

"I'll believe that when there's 2 Saturdays in the week", Nancy mumbled.

At night, as Nancy & Sue were asleep, the black cat

slept on the porch. The strong wind suddenly woke her up. She shook her head and crawled into the corner of the house. The cat stretched out in the sand. She could have been invisible in the darkness, if it hadn't been for the weak streak of light. She once again fell asleep but were awaken by the disturbing sound of fluttering wings. She flew up and arched her back. The sound were near her ear, it got on her nerves. She rushed around but couldn't see the creature. Not until she was calm again. Then she saw it. The creature flew around her. Its red eyes were shining in the dark and had a malicious look. This was none of the bats she had seen as a small kitten. This one was different. The bat seemed alarmed and restless. The cat fought with her paw, but the bat appeared to be out of reach. It flew closer and the sound became more clear. The cat ran around in circles.

The speed and the sound made her dizzy. The bat tumbled straight towards her. She hissed and meowed, but it appeared to be useless. She only felt one single hack in the neck. Incisive teeth cut her skin. The pain pulsated while she was running. The teeth of the bat became blood-red.

"I heard a crying last night", Jack thoughtfully said. "It's a long time since you were having nightmares, Sue. You didn't let the cat out, did you Nancy?"

"No, I didn't. But perhaps I forgot to lock the door."

Nancy got a gruesome presentiment. She rushed to the hall, opened the door and anxiously pried towards the highway. Something black came running, something she recognized.

"There you are!"

Nancy put the cat in the basket. She didn't see the look in the eyes of the pet. If she had looked closer, she would have seen the blazing wounds in the neck. Two clear bites. The bites of a bat.

To be continued....

The Cat - PART 1

A new category in my blog: the translation of one of my old stories. It's called "The Cat" and is about a cat who catches rabies. I think I wrote it in 8th grade.... Anyway, here's part 1 - I'll post the others later.

The Sanderson family had traveled for several hours when they finally reached the little village which was situated on the outskirts of town. You could only see isolated trees and ramshackled houses with half peeled colour. The children, Nancy and Sue, drowsy stared through the window. The car drove upwards rocky roads. Jack felt how the wind increased the higher they came. It was a strange and annoying feeling that he couldn't ignore.

"There! There!" Sue shouted.

And indeed, the house was there. It piled up in front of them like a frail object. The spruces behind the house were floating in the wind. The door uttered a somber creaking and reluctantly opened itself. Sue and Nancy ran up and down the stairs. There were 6 rooms in the house. Nancy stepped into one of the darkest rooms. She could only see a table and a bed. She put on the light and discovered something that she hadn't seen before. A wardrobe was positioned next to the table. It looked like an ordinary wardrobe with the exception of the peeled wallpaper. Nancy found a key who was hanging on a hook. She inserted the key. There was only darkness. Nancy turned around and was going to close the door. Then she heard the sound. A mewing. A wispy creature emerged from the darkness. A cat! Nancy was over the moon. She had been nagging for a cat for years.

Nancy's parents were cleaning the whole day. They polished and made phonecalls. Nancy was alone with the cat. She bought milk and cat food in the shop. She arranged a comfortable basket for the cat to sleep in. It was a grown-up cat, a female.

To be continued....

A poem

Well, I deleted the translated tale (I thought of more interesting stuff to write). Like this poem, which I wrote at English class - it was a 5-minute writing exercise - and later developed. Enjoy!

It really sounds like an hallucination or drug experience, doesn't it?

She sat by the window and wrote some nice sentences in her notebook.

The snow was slowly falling around her, m

aking empty places in her room.

She heard sounds: dogs were barking, people were talking, the water was pouring.

The wind made everything silent and clean.

She became a cat.

A tiny, orange cat with big blue eyes and a long black tail.

Her whisker pads were shining in the moonlight.

She walked around in the house, looking for a place to sleep.

As she finally slept, on an inviting armchair.

The wind of thoughts began to whirl.

And the clouds of the moon were rolling away.

Red stripes floated before her eyes.

Gleaming, glowing and stunning.

She became a duck, slipping along the roof.

While the green shadows cast insects on her.

A blue dragonfly took her on a ride.

To a large field of wood anemones.