year 3042
The ashes danced in the air as the little
orange kittens paws disturbed their resting place on the empty streets
of London. Its yellow eyes gleamed in the fires ever burning. The
kitten played with the golden embers drifting down like snow upon the
once crowded city. Its ears perked up at the muffled sound of heavy
footsteps. the small animal scurried on instinct into the shadow of Big
Ben, now a skeleton of the past. Panting, it fell onto its side,
cushoned by the thick ash that covered every street. Eyes closed, chest
heaving, it tried to regain energy. Then, a sharp crack, like a dry
thick tree branch being snapped in two. The sound came from the
direction of a charred metal frame, the remains of some prior form of
transportation. Cautiously, the kitten backed away, trying to conceal
itself behind the ashen wreckage that littered the ground. It let out a
horrid screech as the cold, snow white hands grabbed it from behind. It
scratched and bit until its paws were stained crimson, hissing and
swiping at the porcelain masked face. The kitten's vision blurred,
feeling the icy pain of the steel blade ripping from its chest down its
belly. The crack of small bones rang through the smokey air as the
masked figure squeezed the lifeless animal's blood into the slit for a mouth.
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