Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180613113045/@comment-5583506-20180618221549

Katherine smiled at the little animal. "That good, huh? Will have to buy something for tomorrow."

She started to put up the bread for cutting. But while she was looking at the cat, she found herself missing something from the kitchen. The slicer was gone. Hadn't she taken it back up from the purse? Walking over to her clothing on the rack she carefully searched through the purse, but couldn't find it. Could she have...? No, that wasn't possible. She hadn't forgotten it back at the house where the militaries had lived. She had checked her purse twice after leaving the building to make sure.

She began looking around her apartment. But the slicer remained gone. It was strange. She recalled seeing it as she had reached for her apartment keys, but now it was almost as if it had disappeared into some black hole of another reality.

Last room she checked was the bathroom. She didn't know why she would've imagined it to be there as she hadn't visited there after she had gotten back home. Yet there it was... next to the sink... She tilted her head to the side and looked upon the tool with a mix of curiousity and fear. How had it ended up there? Had she been...

She approached the slicer and grabbed it by the handle. She felt haunted for a moment as she could feel every stray of hair on her arm stand at attention. Something wasn't right here.

Then all of a sudden the lights started to flicker and the Cat appeared behind her in the mirror.

''"Now we are finally alone and safe to reflect..." ''she said.

Katherine was struck with a temporary moment of fear as she saw the grim figure appear in the reflection. The mask was stained with the blood of the two American soldiers she had claimed earlier that same evening.

"R-reflect on what?" Katherine asked, trying to figure out whether or not the Cat had been the one to place the slicer there. Because if she had, why couldn't she remember it?

The Cat cocked her head. "Do I really frighten you that much, Kath? Why do you fear me that much? Do you spite me?"

"N-no", Katherine said, collecting her thoughts as she steadied herself. "You just... confuse me at times, that's all."

"You confuse yourself", the Cat said. "Unnecessarily so. However, I am not here tonight to confuse you... or scare you."

"What then?"

The Cat remained still behind her, like a living statue. Then her voice broke.

"I am not here to sway you from your path, Katherine. I will kill as many as you please, in order for you to exact your revenge, but know however that whatever you want me to do will serve nothing from herenow on."

Katherine raised an eyebrow. It was the first time the Cat had ever been so blunt with her... and she wasn't sure she liked her sincerity. "What do you mean?"

"Your lust for vengeance, your happiness... It's all futile at this point. Mere projections that you can cling onto for all you care, but that in the end will serve no purpose to the greater picture?"

"You are speaking in riddles. Please, come clear to me."

"I can't", the Cat said. "You know this better than me. I can only belay onto you what your own subconsciousness holds."

"And what is that?"

The Cat fell silent once again. "In approximately one year from now... the world as you know it will end..."

Katherine didn't like these vague assumptions. In this dreamlike state she felt herself more and more pushed up against a wall. A nightmare from which she couldn't wake no matter how much she wished for it to end. But she knew that it wouldn't. Not until the Cat had said her piece, but the situation grew more grim with each passing moment.

"End?"

"I hold three predictions for your future, Kath. Each will come true in their own right before that whole event transpires: Someone you have yet to identify will know you for who you are. Something you hold dear will eventually disappear from your possession. On October 23rd, next year, you will experience a radical change of your reality."

The Cat fell silent one last time.

"That is all..."

The lights flickered in the bathroom again and Katherine found herself alone. The hairs on her neck and arms were still standing. She felt cold. There seemed to be nothing wrong with the lights in the bathroom either. Had she just blacked out again? She felt an icy touch to her fingers, and gasped as she realised that she had been cutting herself on the slicer without realising it. Though the wound wasn't deep, blood had begun to drip onto the bathroom floor.

She grinded her teeth in pain and sucked out some of the blood, waving with the hand in the air to dampen the pounding sensation she felt in the flesh.

"Ow... ow... ow..." she whimpered and stepped out into the hallway, trudging through a cupboard to find some band-aid. Once the wound had been cleaned and bandaged she put the slicer back in its place.

She lifted the cat and the plate with chicken and carried them over to the living room where she sat down in front of the television, pondering upon the three strange predictions the Cat had provided her.

''Nothing she did would serve any purpose from herenow on? On the 23rd something important would happen to her. Someone she had yet know, would eventually find out her secret? And something she treasured would disappear?''

She stroke the animal, whilst it ate. If nothing she did would matter, then why worry about such trivial things? At least in this particular moment? Right now she was just content with silence for once... and enjoying the sight of another living being finding something as simple as cold chicken with rice to be the highlight of the eve.