The Cry
Published Mar 1, 2009

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Hey! This is my second story, I got the idea from my boyfriend. I hope everyone enjoys it! Please rate! Sorry for any spelling and grammer errors!

Hey! This is my second story, I got the idea from my boyfriend. I hope everyone enjoys it! Please rate! Sorry for any spelling and grammer errors! Once again I heard it... The sound that made my spine shiver with nerves. This is why I don't like walking by myself at night. Then again, that long plantive cry. My eyes searched toward the direction from where the sound came. They landed on some cardboard boxes and a crate. I wasn't sure which the noise came from, and I had no intention of investigating farther. At once I was regretting taking the short cut through the alley from the bar to the car park; I had always felt uncomfortable using it after dark. The small alley passage was just wide enough for someone to walk through, and it was very badly lit with just one single dim flickering bulb. Anyone could be hiding in the dark, out of sight from the high street, hardly visible in the shadows from the vast empty car park. Hearing the terrible sound had made my senses more alert then ever. There was that cry again! Audible above the sound of ac units coming from the different shops. It was a heart rending sound of loneliness, pain, and hunger that brought me back to past memories. Memories that I had hoped to forget, those of childhood punishments; when my mother locked me in my room without any supper. I could hear her voice even now after all this time, "You disgusting little monster". She completly fell into a depression when he left, the man who called himself my father. She had always blamed me for him leaving. My thoughts kept wandering if I should do something, call the police maybe. Leave it probably, a voice said in my head, let someone else sort it out... it wasn't my problem. Nobody had helped me when I was locked in my room or hiding under the stairs. Shivering in my wet pajamas, my cries drowned out by my mothers cursing, yelling, and the loud rumble of the washing machine. Arh! My thoughts were torn with what to do as the cry went on long and pathetic, rising and falling in sound. It was probably just some kittens, probably the abandoned and unwanted kittens from a family pet discarded be the owner. No... better leave them for someone else, not my problem.
I walked farther away from the boxes,and as I did it shrieked more loudly then ever. This time it echoed around the car park and in my head. There was something about it that sounded nearly human. Perhaps it was a baby! A helpless little baby shut in a box. I couldn't leave a baby shut inside a box, alone in the dark. I knew how you couldn't breath, how you began to sweat, and how you could feel waves of panic wash hot and cold through your body. I knew that if there was any chance that it could be a baby... I had no choice but to look inside the box. As I started to walk back to the boxes my heart started beating faster, my breathing quickened. Something was pulling me closer, my muscles would not have stopped moving me toward the crate if I had wanted them to. I was within a foot of it when suddenly there was a slight movement from inside and the crying stopped. It was as if it knew I was there to help it. I slid my finger under the end to open it. I hesitated, then pulled the lid off in the shadowy darkness trying to make sense of the shape inside. It didn't look like a baby, in fact the more I looked I could make out more than one pair of eyes gleaming back at me. Kittens, I was right the first time, I thought reaching both hands in to pick one up.
Sharp claws grabbed both wrists, sudden and vice like, intense pain shot up my arms. I yelled and tried to pull away. The razor sharp claws pulled back hard, digging into my flesh and forcing me off balance. As I fell into the crate head first I felt more clawing paws tugging at me, pulling at my hair and ears. I felt harsh talons enter my nostrils, cutting into my neck and shoulders. I could feel and smell warm blood spreading over my body and clothes. Then as the claws pulled the rest of my body down into the darkness, waves of panic engulfed me. I struggled to breathe, the blood roaring in my ears, my shouts of terror began to collaspe, turning first into a whine, then into a long plaintive cry.
The End

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#33MizLuv2005Mar 23, 2009

Wow That was good! So what attacked him? Those cats? Did they eat him too? lol  \:confused\:

#34Murphy75Mar 24, 2009

Good story so far...will there be more?\:confused\:

#35dreamjuiceVIPMar 25, 2009

He turned into a cat! Yayness!

#36martaerikaMar 28, 2009


#37shady411Apr 10, 2009

\:D Interesting....great start

#38SunrunnerJynxApr 16, 2009

This was fun.

#39willy336Jun 26, 2009

i loved it its itense and funny\:wub\: \:rah\:

#40madeaSep 11, 2009

Oh really good story. I like the style, leave the reader wondering.  Excellent!

#41ParisleafSep 20, 2009

Scary \:eek\: but good

#42simmer11Apr 1, 2010

i thought it was very good but i don think a small kitten could kill an adult man

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