This is a fanfic of '
Plush and Blood', as are Professor Brown, the city of Camelot, and many of the other name referenced basic components owned by TiredOrangeCat of Plush and Blood. This story is not canin and is simply for fun. Enjoy.
I may end up posting it in this format for a while. One page at a time with nine to ten posts before conclusion.
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A wave of crystal bubbles rolled over high glass walls in one desperate push. Cackling pops issued as the sloshing gulps of soda rolled passed crystal waves and settled. One white hand wrapped around the mug, brushing tears of frost from its sleek body. Baal's thick tail kept metronome as he swallowed back his whorish salivation with a groan, "Brown did this. I ain't sure how, but the Circle did this to her!". The tall black cat brought the icey mug to his lips and tried to hold back to no avail and found himself downing the sweet liquid in huge gulps. Shimmering specks of soda escaped in mists of warm breath and cradled onto his matted white chest.
Red frowned, her back facing the strong young cat, and shook her head as she wiped a dirty rag over old dishes. The grimey water that lurked in the metal sink below sent back twisted reflections of her face, "But,....You don't know that". Baal's large shadow illuminated the wall in dancing silohettes, "But, Red. Those bastards...". His words were cut short. "Shush", Red squezed the dish she had been wiping in her hand and continued, "Please, stop. I don't want to see you like this. I don't want you to....". Silence encased the red fox, but shadow’s swaying arms sent waves of dark and light across the wall and the off-white apron that rest over her neck. "To what?", Baal's voice was calm but cold. "I don't want you to...To die. Those men will kill you!!", Red pulled the plate close to his chest and turned to a flash of white and black tail, "They've done it before!! Those men....". Red's voice dropped to a whisper as her face turned to see the floor, "They can't have you. we all need you here. i need you here....please"
When he had heard Red's fear and pain Baal had heard his own doubts too. Now striding down brown walls, further and further from voices, he could feel that throbbing fires of agony that shot down his arm. His entirely left side was engulfed by the kind of pain that sets your fur on end. Baal's hand scratched pathes in the wall, claws tight in pain, as he felt his way deeper into the hall. The white and black that swapped at his wrists were swirling grey as Baal stumbled into the first doorway and collapsed into the hard mattress within.
The smell of his own fur was comforting, muzzle-deep in the old sheets, but did nothing for the pain. Beyond the doorway of the tiny room angry voices were being tuned out by his shrill pain. Beads of sweat chrisaned his head in pulsing time and with every second Baal's arm began to grow number until as that was left were the auroma of his fur and the feel of wetness on his back. In current light Baal knew all to well what a hot shower could do for his fabric.
Baal pushed himself up with his free right arm, tucking his left deep into the white fur of his chest. His left paw ran through the fur to keep feeling as he stepped back into the hallway and continued down toward the back. Three more dpprs lay shut before he stepped into the cold air which hung with a pungent sense of moisture. The open doorframe on his left echoed as he stopped and loosened his belt. "Calista. Bunnie.", Baal frowned and slid out of his belt, "....". The belt felt to the floor and Baal feet turned to pass over the cold tiles that led to the three lone shower heads that rest just inside the room.
Turning the hot water on high, Baal closed his eyes and let the steam rise around him. The roar of water soaked him instantly and spat diamond-tears of mist on the thin sheet of plastic dividing the room, rolling and gathering tears that trailed down and interwound to make bigger trails that soon found others and grew and grew before the feel to the drain and vanished away. The feel of heat on his face sent chills throughout the numb and feeble arm that lay clung tightly against the rise and fell of his chest. The pain mingled and died against the feel of water on his fabric, in some far away place Baal heard the tiny laughs of a child.
The steam rolling past made images in his head. All at once the snowey-white bubbles of a porcelean tub rolled back under falling water. Splashing waves crashed against the fragile beauty of brown and white, sending bits of dirt from the white and brown fur. A small white kitten, soaked and soapy, sat in the bubbly tub and splashed as Baal ran his hands through the fur along her forehead. The patches of brown on her coat were magnificent under the white fur that encased them, like bit of earth beneath some celestial clouds. "Daddy!! Yay! Yah!!", the child splashed one big wave and looked up at her father's young frame. "Yes, Calista.", Baal touched her cheek, "You're almost done, my little angel. And after this we can all go out for ice cream with mommy". The little girl cheered and cooed as she continued splashing. Three years had not dulled the vision in the least.
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@Cherry: ^o^; Sorry... Its one big chapter and I was just sorta wanting to break it up into smaller bits to promote users to actually read it. I know have one big flood can scare some folks away and so..... I guess I'll go with the edit and announce idea for now and just keep adding it here once I think peeps have had a chance to read what was last added.
Thanks. ~<3 And if I do end up smudging on the rules feel free to bonk me and I'll go back to keep with the site's standards.
