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The sky was deep grey, the sun was not shining. The sounds of pouring rain would pound against any window that was within the large city. You would be an idiot to be out in this weather, but sadly there were people out there that simply couldn't help it. Some people had got used to the feeling of the cold raindrops on their skin, and the chilly wind on their face. To them, it was ..normal. Within this weather a young teenager sat in an alley, trying to shield himself from the rain. He sat with his back against a cold brick wall, and an old umbrella over his head. The umbrella had holes scattered all over it, so it didn't help much, but it wasent like he had any other shield from the water. If he went to hide under the roof of a grocery store or something, he'd probably get ran off by a old women waving her broom in the air like he was some kind of disgrace. He had already been beaten once today, explaining the small cuts along his cheek and the bruises on his arms. The young teen looked up at the sky through a rather large hole in the umbrella, and a quiet sigh crossed his lips. Why did the world hate him? Even the weather didn't like him it seemed. He wished he knew the time but sadly he didn't. But based upon the darkness around him it was probably around sunset. He looked down and closed his eyes, laying the side of his head against a dumpster. Maybe tomorrow would he different, though he highly doubted it. With that thought in mind, he slowly drifted to sleep. His only source of sanctuary.


The next morning the rain clouds were gone and the young teen woke up to the feeling of the suns rays on his eyelids, releasing him from his paradise. He opened his reddish- almost dark pinkish eyes and looked around. Puddles sparkled in the mid-morning sunlight. The fur on his ear- which were atop of his head and appeared like cat ears- were soaked, just like his hair and clothes. He sighed, at least the rain was gone. He stood up and started trying to squeeze the water out of his shirt and hair, not that it helped much. He looked in the direction of the end of the alley, seeing cars on the streets, and people walking along the sidewalk. Probably people going shopping or to work. He stepped to the side a step, before running off.

She walked down the sidewalk with her head down and tears in her eyes. Her clothes were ripped and dirty and she had a shock collar around her neck. She was on her way to the dry cleaners to pick up a suit for her master. She was covered in cuts, bruises, scars and some of the fur was missing on her tail and ears. She got tears in her eyes and the people around her were avoiding her.

The young teen ran. Running from the public, the people, or rather fate. He couldn't go two feet without stepping in a puddle, resulting in splashing water behind. He looked down, not wanting to see the world around him. Fearing if he looked up, he see the evil smirk of an assaulter. He fled out onto the sidewalk, managing to avoid people, until one person he seemed to have missed seeing, and smashed right into her. So hard he managed to knock himself down, and maybe her to.

"Whoa!" She said as she fell over, into a puddle. She fell on her side then she got up and sat on her knees. She rubbed the wounds on her arm then a few tears fell down her cheeks. The dirty water from the puddle made her wounds her worse than they already did. She started to shake with fear. "I'm sorry. I should watch where im going. Please forgive me and please dont tell my master."

The boy sat there, he had landed on his butt, it had just knocked him back for the most part. He looked up at the girl, and he started shake with deep fear, his cat ears flattened against his head, like a cats does when you pet its head. Usually if he ran into somebody like that he'd get the crap beaten out of him. He feared she'd di the same. He scooted back slightly, "s-sorry!" He said quietly and scrambled to his feet, before running off. He wasent good with people, especially if he met somebody by running into them. Some may call him rude for not helping her up, but he could feel his heart pounding inside his chest, he couldn't stand to stay..but one thought he did not consider, what if she saw him later?

She stood up and rubbed her arm then she continued to go to the dry cleaners. She got her masters clothes and she started to walk back. On her way back she found an alley then she walked to the end of it and sat down and cried. "Why me? Why do I have to be a slave? I never did anything wrong." She stayed in the alley too long and her collar shocked her. It was on a very high setting so she screamed. She stood up then started walking out the alley.

He ran and ran, until he turned a corner. Taking a second to breathe. He looked down and let out a raspy sigh, almost like he was about to cry. Embarrassment, and fear combined, it was enough to make anyone cry. He looked down feeling a warm tear run down his left cheek, then one ran down his right cheek as well. He shifted and wiped his tears away with his sleeve, he couldn't risk crywing her the public. It proved him to be weak, which truly he was. He sniffed again and walked onward, getting away from he publicity. He jumped and his ears perked up when he heard a girl scream. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back. Stray ran off to go find out the source. And found the girl from earlier. He stayed hidden. ...why did she look so sad? So worried, so hurt...

She tried to wipe her tears away but they kept falling. "If I don't stop crying, the master is going to beat me again." She started to shake with fear the closer she got to her masters house. She looked at her clothes and all her wounds then she sighed. "I don't have room for another mark though. What is he going to do to me this time?" Her ears folded flat on her head then she wrapped her tail around her left leg. She also made sure her masters clothes wouldn't get dirty as she walked.

Stray out of curiosity followed the girl. He had no master, no ruler, no body to obey. He kept hidden, like a spy undercover. He made sure to stay in the back allies. The only place he was safe. Stray decided to go with a faster version, and less risky, He changed into a form of a small cat, sadly growing to small for the clothes he once was wearing, but he had fur to cover him. He appeared like an innocent white cat. He ran after the girl, and soon was at her side.

She looked down at the cat at her side then smiled a small smile. "Hello there." She stopped walking for a moment and put her masters clothes down on the ground. They were in plastic so she thought they wouldn't get dirty. She then kneels down to the ground and pet the cats head, trying on to get her blood on the cat. Her masters white shirt just barely touched a dirty puddle but it was clear to see that the shirt got dirty.

The cat quietly backed up alittle. Like it had been abused and was scared of people. The cat had dark red eyes which was rather odd, but not to odd. The cat glarred at the shirt, and walked over to it, sniffing the spot that got dirty. Unaware of the severity of this.

She gasped and her eyes widened at the dirty spot on the shirt. "Oh no!" she quickly picked up the shirt and started freaking out. "This is terrible! My master is going to be so mad!" Her collar shocked her again and she screamed, pulling on the collar trying to get it to stop. Once the collar stopped shocking her, she started running to her masters house.

The cat backed away more when she panicked, and starred in horror as she was shocked by a collar she was wearing. When she ran off. After only seconds the little white cat ran after her. It seemed the cat was coming home with her.

She didn't pay attention too the cat and she soon reached her masters house. She gulped then opened the door and walked inside just to see her master sitting on a chair with a pipe in his mouth and a whip in his hand. she shook violently and stood there inside the house. "I have your clothes master. I'm sorry it took so long. I got distracted."

The cat followed her all the way home. Almost like an alley cat seeking a home. The white cat stood at her side as was quite plain to see. The cat looked around, then his eyes went to the man, and the CST hid behind the girl slightly.

Her master saw the dirty shirt then got furious. He grabbed his clothes and threw them on the cough then he grabbed her wrist and walked to his bedroom, where he started beating and whipping her. She screamed and cried in pain and agony. "Im so sorry master! I wont do it again! Please stop!" She yelled.

The cat curiously followed the two of them. The man seemed pretty mad, but he didn't understand the big deal of it all. The cat stood in the doorway of the bedroom, frozen in place. Watching petrified as the girls master beat her. Thr boys dark past flooded his memories.

Her master stopped after a while then he left the room. She laid there on the bed and cried, unable to move. She was bleeding badly onto the bed and she tried using all her strength to sit up but was unable to. She didn't like being weak so she continued trying. She was hurting so badly and the same word ran through her head. 'why?'

The cat stood to the side, avoiding the man. The young cat shook his head and ran over to the girl, and jumped onto the bed. He took a few hesitant steps towards the girl, and stepped in blood, getting his pawd bloody but didn't care. "Mew?"

She panted and looked at the cat. "N-Nyuu..." She got to her hands and knees then shook. She was unable to keep herself up so she fell back to her stomach. She lays in a small puddle of her own blood. She was in so much pain but she continued trying to stand. "why? why does this have to happen to me?" She quietly asked herself.