Kat Tails

Kat woke up from the cold damp area she was in. she was surprised and glad that she was even alive. Her head felt heavy and she had a headache but non the less she was alive. She smiled slightly to herself before remembering Connor. She tried standing up but to no avail. Thick old ropes glued her body to an ancient chair. “Should’ve known.” she whispered under her breath to herself. She had to fight with herself not to scream. She know if she did whoever had tied her up would probably kill her. Her brain seemed to have a death wish for her at these kind of times. Her thoughts raced back to Connor. Silently hopping he was okay. She had been best friends with him since kindergarten and she knew she couldn’t live without him. She closed her eyes picturing his face in her mind. Thick wavy brown hair, shoulder length and covering his left eye. She could only ever see one and a half of his sky blue eyes. And The reddish brown skin that went from under his left eye down his heck and stopped abruptly on his shoulder. The mark had been there since he was born and had caused great pain throughout his life. A life that could be cut short. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of what they could be doing to Connor.



Loud footsteps cut her away from her thoughts. She shifted in her chair to try to get a glimpse at who was coming down. In the back of her mind she knew who it was and it was confirmed when she saw the masked man round the corner. Trying to be polite she whispered a hello to him. He turned to her and again looked shocked. Maybe his victims didn’t usually talk to him. Or was she his first? She gave him a half smile before looking away from him. “Why did you hit me? You know, I would have just followed you if you told me you would have hit me with the chainsaw. . .I’m not the smartest girl on earth but I’m not stupid enough to run from a dude with a chainsaw” Kat explained, all the while still looking at the ground. When she didn’t hear an answer or even a grunt she looked up at him. “You don’t talk much do you?” he looked over at her. “That’s okay.” she said, again giving him that half smile that he was learning to like. He went back to doing what he had apparently came down to do, which happened to be sewing some sort of leather like material together. He didn’t seem to be getting mad at all so she decided to keep talking. It calmed her down anyway. “if you don’t mind my asking, is Connor, my friend with the brown hair, is he okay?” he looked up again and nodded pointing to the ceiling. “He’s up stairs?” Kat asked. The masked man nodded again this time with a very small almost unnoticeable smile on his lips. Kat smiled back and watched as the man touched the left side of his masked face with question in his eyes. It took her a minute until She noticed he was referring to Connors birthmark. “He was born with it. . .” Kat said looking down at her feet witch where now drenched in the slimy water. She looked up to see him nod almost like he was relating with what she had said and that she didn't need to explain it more. “What you name?” Kat asked. she didn’t expect to get a reply but it was worth a try. To her astonishment he grabbed a piece of paper and a broken pencil. He wrote down something and then stood, walking over to her, his feet making splashes with every step he took. He held the paper up to her so She could read it. “Thomas?” Kat read the childish chicken scratch. He gave her a small smile and nodded. “That’s a nice name. It fits you.” Kat said looking up at him. As he was going to sit back down she noted the name in her head so she wouldn’t forget it. “So Thomas, do you live here all by yourself?” Kat asked. He shook his head no and held up two fingers. Kat nodded. Suddenly there was a knock at the top of the stars and a loud voice, complete with a thick southern accent came flooding down the stairs.



“Tommy-Boy! Your livestock wont shut the fuck up! Boy, you wanted to keep him, you better get him to shut the fuck up!!!” Thomas looked up the stairs. He looked almost afraid.



“Thomas. Let me go talk to him. He’ll calm down if he sees I’m okay.” Kat told him calmly. She knew the southern man was talking about Connor. Thomas looked over at her as if to say ‘No!’ but then changed his look in a ‘oh, alright’ way. Kat giggled a bit as he walked over to her. He put his large hand on her head and looked at her. ‘please don’t try to run. I don’t want to hurt you. . .’ she nodded. “Thomas, I wont run. You know that.” He just shrugged his shoulders before grabbing a knife and cutting the ropes that bound her to the chair. Kat smiled up him reassuring him she wasn’t going to run. As she stood her smile turned into shock. He looked at her almost with anger in his eyes. ‘What?!’

“Oh, nothing, I just didn’t notice how tall you where.’ Kat said, almost laughing.



“Come On Tommy! This thing wont be quiet!” came the deep southern voice again. Tommy turned to her and grabbed her roughly by her shoulder, pushing her toward the stairs.



‘Ow!’ Kat moaned and he loosened his grip slightly. He dint want to hurt his new friend.



As they walked up the steps Thomas opened a door and reveled a kitchen. The kitchen looked pretty normal and it was clean. She looked down at her shoes. “Wait a minute Thomas.” Kat said reaching down to take of her drenched shoes. Thomas gave her a look that undoubtedly said ‘No!’. Kat looked up at him.



“Yes! Thomas! I don’t want to track nasty water into your house even if you hit me in the head with your saw back their!” Kat said laughing.



“the girl is right Tommy. I don’t want water in my kitchen.” Kat heard a lady’s voice say. she finished undoing her shoes and socks leaving them by the door and stepped in with her bare feet. Kat looked at the lady who’s voice she had heard. She looked so normal. Your average southern motherly lady. She wore a long dress the matched her body perfectly and her glasses looked like they had been pulled out of the 60’s. Kat smiled Warmly at her. “And, what’s your name?” The lady asked Kat. She blushed. She hadn't even told Thomas my name yet.



“Katariena Athena Marks. But please, call me Kat. “ Kat replied looking at both of them.



“Well, Kat, that’s a mouthful.” the lady said smiling.



“I had hippie parents.” Kat mumbled. “May I ask what you name is ma’am?” she asked.



“Luda Mae Hewitt. You may call me Luda though sweetie” She replied. she nodded. “it seems my boy,” she continued, nodding at Thomas, “Has taken a liken’ to you and your friend.” as if on cue a loud scream echoed through the house. I looked over in time to see a man in a sheriff uniform stomp angrily through the doorway.



“I thought I told you to tell him to come in as soon as he got up here!” the man looked over at me and Thomas who still had his hand on my shoulder. “Why isn’t the bitch still downstairs?” I saw Tommy glare at the uniformed man and I copied him. “Tommy, you have to keep your pets in their cages and,” he pointed to the room where the scream had came from, “you have to keep them under control!” Kat looked up at Tommy again she dint like the way he was talking about her and Connor yet She was to afraid to say anything. Usually she would have the perfect thing to say in this sort of situation but for some reason her brain wouldn’t let her think of any. Not to this guy. Tommy looked down at her and rubbed his hand along her shoulder. ‘Don’t worry. He’s all talk’. Kat smiled up at him trying not to giggle.



“This sack of unhappy is Hoyt. Hoyt, this is our new family member Kat. Now be nice” Luda said, braking the tension between Hoyt and Thomas. Hoyt mumbled something under his breath witch caused Luda to hit him on the back with a pot holder. “I said be nice Hoyt!” she scolded. Hoyt, who was beyond angry now, pointed to the room he had pointed to before.



“Git!” was all he said -Mainly directed at Thomas- before he left the house through the front door.