HOLD ON TIGHT, GUYS; THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE WILD, FLUFFING ADVENTURE!!!
If mew missed the start of this brand-new adventure, click the link below:
Chapter Two
Pitch Black
In the tense and highly charged seconds that
followed, the kitten screamed as the mighty door motor whined. The pitch and hum
increased as it fought against the years of neglect. A thick, greasy grey smoke billowed as the dust and cobwebs burnt with an acrid tang mixed with the stench of years-old oil at the ceaseless friction.
The immobilised
kitten stood rooted to the spot, feeling a flood of terror coursing through his
tiny body, rendering him unable to move. The kitten resigned himself
to his fate; Bast would meet him at the Rainbow Realm, and he would be reunited
with his family.
Staring wide-eyed, he watched in horror as the glowing,
red, malevolent eyes grew bigger and bigger as the thing hurtled towards him.
The glinting, snapping jaws and terror claws would be his final memory.
The puthering grey smoke filled the doorway like a toxic
cloud, and in the next moment, with a Herculean screech, the door motor won, and
the massive steel blast doors slammed shut with an almighty banging clatter.
Dust flew in all directions, and the cobweb shrouds billowed like angry ghosts.
The kitten almost sprang out of his fur at the
unexpected noise and stumbled backwards. Tripping over a dusty crate, he found
himself entangled in a sticky web shroud, the silky strands clinging to his fur.
The sensation made him shudder, and he let out a series of explosive sneezes
that echoed loudly in the silence.
The corridor was ink-black, and he had no clue whether the
thing had made it through the door. Sitting motionless in the darkness, trying
to listen, but the whooshing sound of his heartbeat red-lining in his ears
drowned everything else out.
The air was heavy with the musty smell of
neglect and burning oil as he scraped the gauzy white web from his face and
whiskers, sneezed again and cautiously peered around the crate. He saw no glowing
red eyes, but that was no indicator at all. Those things could shield the glow,
rendering them completely undetectable in the dark. He’d made that mistake
before, and it had nearly cost him his life.
After a couple of minutes, he scrambled to his still shaking paws and stared at the doorway, his eyes now adjusted to the gloom, and by the luck of Bastet herself, he was alone in the dark.
A monstrous wailing sigh escaped him, and he
clamped a paw over his mouth to silence it. After all, he wasn’t certain that
nothing else was already in here, as the noise of the door closing was enough
to wake the dead in several dimensions.
The kitten pulled at the remaining sticky and
now dusty diaphanous webs clinging to him like a face-hugger in the Aliens
movie and flicked the sticky mass to the floor.
He continued to watch the sealed entrance, his
gaze fixed on it, now able to hear faint growls and scratching sounds as deadly
claws viciously attacked the steel outside.
“Not good!” He murmured and edged carefully down
the musty corridor, away from the certain death looming just the other side of
the steel barrier.
He took a steadying breath and tried to collect
his thoughts when he collided with something behind him. Stifling a shriek, he
swivelled around and came nose-to-nose with a robot droid.
**AND CUT**
Guys, mew know how we roll; so many apologies to cut it right there, but we will say, mew'll never guess what happens next - sorry to be a tease! MOL
If mew would like to read Chapter 3 of Melvyn's origin story, let us know in the comments, and we'll gladly continue a chapter a week, but that is entirely up to mew.
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Dang, those droids are hard to hide from too!
ReplyDeleteAnother exciting story full of suspense!
ReplyDeleteYikes, Meows and purrs for that kitten! And oh yes, we'd like to read chapter 3 of Melvyn's origin story.
ReplyDeleteA great story. I know how hard writing is and you do it well
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ReplyDeletelittle dood ‼️. oh em cod itz buzzed happee we heer in TT iz ..ta noe de door final lee
ReplyDeleteopened sew ya could get in de bunker…talk bout cloze callz and sweatin til ya waz soaked 🙀🙀
eye hope that beezt canna claw hiz way thru …ree in forced steel and what ever iz bee hind
ewe iz friend and knot🙀🙀🙀 loookin for werd ta chapturr three …ewe betcha 😺😺🤎🧡💛
Sorry Blogger would not let me comment yesterday. I enjoyed part 2 and am eager to see who or what the kitten finds in the bunker. XO
ReplyDeleteI'm late because work is a killer now, but I'm going to catch up whenever I fall behind, by hook or crook. Thanks for keeping the adventure going!
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