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Post by Kitrina on Jul 14, 2010 12:39:30 GMT -5
Everything hurt.
The ache in her abdomen and sides more than elsewhere, but she attributed it to the beatings. They roughed her up too much. Chris didn't mean to, he never did, she was certain. Sometimes he'd even cry afterward. That time was different, she'd convinced herself. Something was different. Something accompanying the jeans she could barely wriggle into, or the tug at her shirt by the bust and stomach.
She found herself longing more, avoiding Fangor and his group as much as possible while staying close to Chris, staying near the docks until she was unable to deny the inevitable: she was pregnant. Sure, she hadn't exactly checked with anyone to see if she could have been wrong, but enough signs were there, and she became overwhelmed with several emotions: fear, anxiety, bliss, and excitement.
Chris would be able to live long enough to see his kittens. Maybe Chris would even leave the gang.
And so, though nervous, she sat on top of a garbage canister in the alley Fangor and his gang claimed as their own, maybe a brash move on her end, usually waiting by the mouth of the alley to be invited in, but at the moment she felt inevitable.
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Post by banshee on Jul 14, 2010 21:20:42 GMT -5
Banshee was in a good mood. This was rare. More often than not, the scottish tabby was in foul dispositions. But today, her mood was positively - sunny. She was still riding the high of the last job she did for Macavity. Murder always made her a pleasure to be around. She turned into the alley, straightening her immaculate white button down and frock coat. Tensing as she scented another cat, she relaxed when she recognized it as Kitring.
"Oh Coaaaaalie..." she sing-songed as she turned into the alleyway and approached the other queen. "What're ye doing all by yourself in a dark alley?" She smirked, amber eyes glinting.
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Post by Kitrina on Jul 14, 2010 21:23:46 GMT -5
Great.
Fucking GREAT.
The last queen she wanted to see ever was there. But well...
Instinctively, her arms wrapped around her middle. "Where's Chris?"
Better to be blunt and direct. "I need to speak with him."
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Post by banshee on Jul 14, 2010 21:40:54 GMT -5
Banshee shrugged, but smiled wickedly. She had no idea where Chris was, but she always liked to shake things up. Especially when it came to Kitrina. It delighted Banshee to fuck with the other queen.
"How should I know?" She purred, in a way that implied that she might.
She inched closer to Kitrina. "What do you 'ave to tell Chris that you can't tell me? There's no secrets in the gang." She spoke as if talking to young and stupid child. She always sounded condescending, especially when speaking to Kit. Something in the other queen really brought out Banshee's nastiness.
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Post by Kitrina on Jul 14, 2010 21:45:58 GMT -5
Kitrina looked away from Banshee partly because she didn't want any sort of stare down. There was a time she'd been braver, but words were different than fights; Chris always was supposed to teach her how to defend for herself. It never happened.
But there she was with Banshee, and fuck, she'd be pissed if Chris slept with her again...
Who the hell was this queen? Wasn't she even a year younger than Kitrina? It was infuriating...
Her arms wrapped more snugly. "I can wait for him." Her own way of saying "fuck you."
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Post by banshee on Jul 14, 2010 21:49:53 GMT -5
Banshee cackled delightedly. "Coalie's got a seeeecret," she said, again using that annoying, sing-song tone.
She knew she was being irritating, but she also knew Kitrina wouldn't do anything about it. And that she could take the other queen in a fight, no problem. Banshee was small, but she was all lean muscle and the kind of fire only insanity could spark.
"C'mon luv, tell me. Isn't this what girlfriends are for, gossip and gabbing and whatnot?" She smiled that horrible smile of hers, the one that revealed far too many pointed teeth. The implication that she and Kit were girlfriends was funny by anyones standard - the two clearly hated each other. But her curiosity was piqued, and Banshee wanted to know what Kit was going to tell Chris.
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Post by Kitrina on Jul 14, 2010 21:57:39 GMT -5
Kitrina was a bit startled by the word and she found herself shifting to get even further away while not jumping off the canister. "I'd rather not," she said, some worry in her tone. Where was Chris? What if Banshee wore her down? The tone, the mockery, she couldn't stand it.
But maybe... maybe there was a chance for an ounce of compassion...
"It's... it's nothing bad. It's good. I just... I want to talk to him. You'll know soon enough."
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Post by banshee on Jul 14, 2010 22:08:07 GMT -5
Banshee rolled her eyes. "Has anyone ever told you-" she began, inching closer, her voice dropping a few menacing octaves. "-that you're absolutely no fun?"
She raised an eyebrow. "No fun. None at all. A stick in the mud, as they say. Can't even tell me this lovely good news. Making me wait." She crossed her arms, in mock huffiness. She wasn't truly pissed off yet. At least Kitrina had now made it clear BAnshee was going to hear whatever it is she had to tell Chris.
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Post by Kitrina on Jul 14, 2010 22:13:42 GMT -5
She exhaled. Well... at least Banshee wasn't being completely evil. No mega bitch yet. If she played her cards right... maybe she could bide her time enough.
"He needs to be around," she said firmly. "You'll... you'll know. I promise that. Just... he needs to know."
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Post by Fangor on Jul 14, 2010 22:16:53 GMT -5
"The fuck are you doing here without Chris?"
A wonderful greeting, as always, though it'd be clear to anyone that Fangor was in a foul mood by the way he stalked rather than walked, by the blood on his boots. It'd been messy. It'd been too close a call, and he lost some good cats in it. Motherfucking pollicles.
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Post by banshee on Jul 14, 2010 22:21:56 GMT -5
Banshee curled her lip into a snarl, but didn't push the issue. She was in far too good a mood. She took a seat on a trash can and leaned in to begin berating Kit about not sharing when the caught she scent of another cat. Fangor.
"Fangor, Coalie's got a secret, and apparently she ain't tellin' till Chris gets here. " She said, bypassing greeting altogether and going straight for the really important issue. She stopped. "You smell like blood." She paused, considering that statement. "More so than usual."
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Post by Fangor on Jul 14, 2010 22:27:14 GMT -5
"Mind your own goddamned business," Fangor snapped. Oh. Definitely in a bad mood. Understatement.
And then there was the information.
"Bitch hiding shite from us?" He offered a growl as he moved near the canister. "You don't hide shit. Ever. You don't."
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Post by Kitrina on Jul 14, 2010 22:31:05 GMT -5
Danger.
She could sense it. Smell it. See it.
And still, there was a sort of resistance. Something that shocked even herself as she drew her knees up. "Please... just... just once. Let me talk to Chris first... I promise, only this time. I swear. I'll do whatever you want, just... just Chris needs to know..."
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Post by Rozumbrad on Jul 14, 2010 22:37:12 GMT -5
"Hurts like a bitch," Rozumbrad said, limping in. He had a makeshift bandage around one arm, one ankle that was probably sprained, and an open cut across his chest.
It's not like it was even his job anymore. He had been shifted out of Fangor's crew and didn't see much of them, but had been in the wrong place and gotten sequestered into his latest activity.
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Post by Fangor on Jul 14, 2010 22:58:52 GMT -5
"Quit complaining, Brad. Already have one bitch here, don't need two," Fangor growled, kicking at the canister. Anger was written across his features. "Gimme your damn blade, Brad. No. Fuck it. I'll use my own." His attention moved up to the queen. "You don't want to talk, Fine. I'll cut out your damn vocal cords."
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Post by banshee on Jul 15, 2010 0:07:52 GMT -5
Banshee watched as Brad joined them, eying his obvious injuries. "Hmm, looks like I missed out on all the fun." Her voice was far from apologetic. "What the fuck have you two been up to, hmm?" Her voice was light enough to keep it from sounding like a demand.
She turned her attention back to Kitrina. "Coalie, now I've told you once already, we don't keep secrets in the gang. And you are one of the gang, aren't ye?"
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Post by Kitrina on Jul 15, 2010 0:13:40 GMT -5
The queen shifted uncomfortably before there was the threat of the weapon. "I just--" Her head turned to the side. "I could be wrong--" But she didn't see how. How could she even continue? How could she refrain when Fangor was in such a pissy mood?
Maybe if Rozumbrad intervened... but with the open wound... no. Impossible.
She had no choice.
"... I think I'm pregnant."
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Post by Fangor on Jul 15, 2010 0:21:55 GMT -5
"It's none of your goddamned business!" Fangor had snapped, though Kitrina's rambling drew his attention.
More than that.
He was stunned.
The weapon was forgotten as he stood and stared, almost gawked.
Pregnant? The bitch was pregnant? How? Well, he knew how but... it seemed impossible. Coalie was young. Getting older, but still young. Chris could be an idiot at times, and she definitely was his kitten, but he'd told Chris to always pull out of her cunny when he came. To only come inside if he was in her mouth or arse.
Now... he was lost. Bewildered.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "Maybe Pascal..."
Why the fuck was he asking was she sure? Of course she was.'
"... Chris needs to know." He turned his back to the grey queen. "Brad, sit down. Pascal should get here soon; have him take care of that for you."
A look was returned to Kitrina. Everlasting cat...
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Post by banshee on Jul 15, 2010 0:38:32 GMT -5
Banshee raised both of her eyebrows, stunned into silence. The tabby queen was rarely shocked but she was now. Pregnant? It didn't really seem possible. Kitrina received exceptionally rough treatment and Chris was supposed to make sure nothing like this happened.
She really could only come up with one reaction. She giggled, a low, frightening chuckle."Knocked up?" She purred, the corner of her mouth quirking into a smile. "That is brilliant. Truly exceptional." She snorted. "Better get that taken care of, dearie. Don't want the hear the, er-" she made a disgusted face "-pitter patter of little paws around here, do we?"
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Post by Kitrina on Jul 15, 2010 10:05:43 GMT -5
"Taken care of?"
She didn't seem to process what that meant at first, but when she did, Kitrina expressed a side of herself she hadn't: rage. It was silent, but simmering beneath the surface, something lethal in her eyes.
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Post by banshee on Jul 24, 2010 1:06:25 GMT -5
Banshee raised an arched eyebrow.
"Take care of. Nip in the bud, as they say."
She moved closer to Kitrina. "You weren't thinkin' of keepin' 'em, were you? Imagine if you'd had a couple of pretty little queens."
She put a hand on Kitrina's shoulder, digging her claws in. Not enough to break the skin. She leaned closer. "You know what we do to pretty little queens, love. And you know how Fangor likes em. Young...innocent-" She leaned in to lick the shell of Kitrina's ear, laughing soft and malicious.
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Post by Kitrina on Jul 25, 2010 10:09:03 GMT -5
Her stomach turned, fists clenching up before she shoved at Banshee. "You fucking lay a paw on them, and I'll slit your throat," she snarled, maybe a premature maternal instinct kicking in. "My life with Chris is none of your goddamned business, so you can just get that fucking notion out of your head and fuck off."
Pulling away from her, she skittered to Brad's side, sitting down next to the injured tom. Out of the group, she wasn't sure how much, if at all, he counted, but he was all right generally. He didn't seem to get off on the idea of rape, which was a step up from the others. Liked a fight, but a willing one. Like one Chris would give, she thought a bit sadly.
"How long before the damned nurse gets here?" she growled beneath her breath, not in the mood to refer to Pascal as the Doctor. Really, what she wanted to know was where the fuck was Chris, but it was clear from the others' expressions that they probably didn't know.
"... can I help?" she asked, then seeming to process the state of Rozumbrad's injuries. "They look painful..."
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Post by Rozumbrad on Jul 25, 2010 19:51:46 GMT -5
Rozumbrad shrugged. "I'll be fine. I'm sure our foreign physician can help." He paused for a moment.
"You realise that even though she's a psycho bitch," he didn't care is Banshee heard that. She'd probably take it as a compliment. "She's right."
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Post by Kitrina on Jul 25, 2010 20:48:05 GMT -5
"No, no, she's not. Chris said before if we had kids, he'd stop." A sentence that should have been left unsaid, a something as her arms wrapped protectively around her midsection. She felt too young. She knew, in a way, she definitely was too young. But it'd be over. This life of crime would be done with, they could be together, they could be normal, and his love would be for her and the kittens.
That way, he wouldn't get killed before seeing his kin.
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Post by banshee on Jul 25, 2010 23:26:56 GMT -5
Banshee felt her blood boil, but was stopped by her comment.
"Stop? Stop what. Stop being part of the gang? Stop working?"
She sat back down on the trash can lid, a satisfied smile settling on her face. It was not a reassuring look. "So you're gonna skip out on us after you squeeze out a few little ones, hmm?" She wiggled her eyebrows. She turned to Fangor. "Has this been run by you, boss-man?"
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Post by Kitrina on Jul 25, 2010 23:44:21 GMT -5
Kitrina immediately knew her error in the words as she tensed up. This was bad. So bad. REALLY bad. Bad enough that she began to tremble. Bad enough that she tried to scoot behind Rozumbrad, as if the other, even in his injured state, could, or would, defend her. At that moment, she was terrified.
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Post by Fangor on Jul 25, 2010 23:47:08 GMT -5
"... what?"
Fangor was even more stunned than he was in his previous state.
"You're mistaken," he said immediately. Because there was no way... no way that Chris would betray them. No way he'd leave. Chris lied to the bitch. He had to have. She wasn't a good enough liar.
Still, with the anger coupled from before, it sent him over the edge as he strode quickly toward her, grabbing a fistful of her hair as he twisted it. "You fucking shut your mouth, bitch. You think for a minute that you're leaving on your own, think again."
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Post by banshee on Jul 26, 2010 1:12:58 GMT -5
Banshee curled a string of her own hair lazily around one clawed finger before looking nonchalantly over at Fangor. "You know, if we beat the living shit out of her, we probably wont have to deal with this problem."
She hopped off her garbage can and brought her face down close to Kitrinas. "Few good kicks to your stomach there sweetheart, and dilemma solved." She put out a hand to rest on Kitrina's belly for a moment before pulling away, giggling horribly.
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Post by Chris on Jul 26, 2010 17:16:00 GMT -5
Maybe it was a sixth sense, or some other sort of timing as Chris stride down the alley, accent heavy as he sang one of his favourites, one of the only ones he remembered from Scotland.
"As I cam' in by Fiddichside, on a May morning,
I spied Willie MacIntosh an hour before the dawning.
Turn agin, turn agin, turn agin, I bid ye
If ye burn Auchindoun, Huntly he will heid ye.
Heid me or hang me, that shall never fear me,
I'll burn Auchindoun though the life leaves me.
As I cam' in by Auchindoun on a May morning,
Auchindoun was in a bleeze an hour before the dawning.
Crawing, crawing, for a' your crouse crawin',
Ye burnt your crop an' tint your wings an hour before the dawning."
The notes were sweet, something that fit the normally gentile behavior, something not often prone to snap.
That was about to change.
His eyes widened, barely able to distinguish those in the alley but recognizing his young mate on the ground, hair gripped and twisted, surrounded.
A snarl sounded as he threw his messenger bag to the ground, protective instinct coming in. His speed was always alarmingly fast for his short and slightly stocky stature. Fury burned in his eyes. A hand reached out to shove Banshee out of the way, an elbow to Fangor's sternum in an attempt to shove him back as he slid on his knees, arms then encircling Kitrina.
"The fuck do you think you're doing to her?!"
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Post by banshee on Jul 26, 2010 17:24:38 GMT -5
Had this been when Banshee first joined the gang, she wouldn't have done anything about being shoved. She would have let the rage boil in her blood and the itch crawl under her skin, but keep her mouth shut.
Now, this was different. She stumbled back, eyes widening. In the work of a second, she unsheathed her claws and managed to get in a good swipe at Chris as he passed. Regaining her footing and bent low, hissing loudly, hackles raised, eyes narrow, ears flattened to her head. She was mad, really fucking mad, and she brought one hand to her mouth to lick the blood from her claws.
"Fuck you Chris, don't you ever push me again or I swear I will kill that little bitch of yours and make you eat her." Her voice was a low, shaky growl, betraying the red-hot anger that coursed through her.
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