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  • Posted by cat royal 4 years ago. There are 112 posts. The latest reply is from SherlockMalpense.
  1. The other side.
    Chapter one.
    We begin our story outside a large house in the middle of London, the house had watched many disturbed young people walk through its doors, and had watched even more walk out again, the owner of the house, a certain Miss Huffield, hated all children, in every size manner and form, yet for some reason she still chose to open a home for thirty teenagers labelled ‘disturbed’.
    Let us zoom in. There is a brass number 7 stuck on the door, surrounded by cracked and peeling paint. Next to the door was a metal plaque, inscribed with the words ‘Huffield’s home for disturbed young people’. Needless to say, none of the ‘young people’ who entered that door really appreciated that plaque. There are window boxes hanging from all the windows, but the flowers within were brown and withered, apart from one box, which is filled with deep black roses, which seem to be thriving.
    A car pulls up outside the house, one of those large seven seaters, deemed ‘family safe’ by all. The door if the house is flung open, and a short thin woman, not unlike a rat, steps out of the door.
    “Oh, Mrs Donaldson I am SO glad that you can have them” Miss Huffield says, the car door opens, and a twenty something girl steps out of the car. She is wearing tight black clothes, which contrast sharply with her pale skin and pale coloured eyes, she looks at Miss Huffield over a pair of sunglasses.
    “Where are they?” She says in a cold smooth voice.
    Miss Huffield seems flustered by this young person, she was expecting someone older, with more ‘experience’.
    “Oh, they are right here, girls!” She calls over her shoulder. Three teenage girls step out of the door in unison, managing to fit through at once due to their thinness. The first, taller then the other two, looks down at Miss Huffield with a look akin to disgust.
    “We have names” She said, pushing long brown hair behind her ears and blinking slowly. Miss Huffield shuffled.
    “Come now, say hello to Mrs Donaldson”
    “’Sup?” The girl said, then she turned and re-entered the house, emerging some seconds later with a small black suitcase, she swung it round and flung it down the stairs, barely missing Miss Huffield.
    “Come on you two” Miss Huffield says, “Get your suitcases”
    The other two sigh dramatically, and one leans against the metal fencing surrounding the stairs and starts to bite at a hangnail, she is wearing a long black coat, which hides most of her scrawny body, and she looks at the world through a pair of blue rectangular glasses, behind which are two piercing greeny grey eyes.
    “Technically” She says in an accent which is a mixture of Cockney and something else which no one can detect, “Technically ‘tis your job to see us off, wouldn’t getting our suitcases be a part of that?”
    Miss Huffield shakes her head.
    “You get your own suitcase missy, I won’t have any more cheek from you” The girl sighs and her sister, for they are sisters, grins and disappears. Miss Huffield blinks, as if she just missed something, and in the second that she disappeared the other girl reappears, holding two more small black suitcases.
    This other girl is smaller than the other two, and she handles herself like a boy would, with an awkward sort of confidence, she grins and hands the suitcase to the hooded girl.
    “There you go Cat” She says, still grinning. Cat winks and walks down the stairs.
    Miss Huffield gapes at them, and then lets them past.
    The car door is slid open by ‘Mrs Donaldson’. The girls pile in, then slide the door shut just as Miss Huffield hurries forward to say a few words.
    Cat pokes her tongue out and Miss Huffield takes a step backwards and waves weakly Mrs Donaldson begins to climb in the driver’s seat. She remembers something.
    “You may want to reconsult their files!” she says, in the back of the car the girls start laughing, the taller one winds down her windows.
    “We never existed” She says, waving and grinning.
    “There never was a Sherlock, There never was a Kineta and there never was a Cat” The younger girl says, leaning out too.
    “You forgot to take your pills” Cat says, her head squashed between the other two’s.
    Mrs Donaldson, who by now, Miss Huffield had realised did not have the bob cut brown hair or the round spectacles of the real Mrs Donaldson, starts the car up.
    “Fare well you stinking-“ Kineta’s head is pulled back by her other sister Sherlock, who grins and says:
    “Sadist” Before winding the window up again.
    The car began pulling out of the parking spot. Behind Miss Huffield, the black roses whither and black petals sink slowly to the ground.
    “There never was a Sherlock, there never was a Kineta, there never was a Cat” Miss Huffield mutters to herself, turning away from the car, and the laughing girls inside it. She walks slowly up the stairs and into the house, the door slowly creaks shut. The car, disappears around a corner.

  2. Yes! You chose The Other Side! I knew you would!
    AWESOME by the way! XD

  3. I won't ask how you knew, triplets always know.
    Thank you, I am actually nearly finished the next part.
    I just need some tea...

  4. Let me guess... Cardammon.

  5. NO! Wrong! *Giggles* Cardammon.

  6. Cat? Go on Skype please. You're sketch is done.

  7. @cat That's what I said. *grins*

  8. *Laughs*
    I see. Next bit coming up.

  9. Looking forward to it.

  10. You better be.

  11. *grins back*

  12. Lots of grinning going on, I hardly have time to write for grinning.

  13. I know, so much grinning!

  14. Chapter two.
    Mei Cain looked at the three girls in the rear view mirror.
    Sherlock was clicking her fingers, each time she did sparks leapt up and flames surrounded her fingers.
    “Not in the car” Mei said, rushing through a red light.
    Kineta had her eyes closed and was muttering words over a rock in her hands, she would open her eyes and stare angrily at the rock every few minutes or so.
    Cat was nowhere to be seen, until you looked under a seat, and then you would see two large Cat eyes glaring at you from a large black cat.
    “Where are we going?” Sherlock suddenly said, clenching her fist, so that the flame disappears.
    “New mission” Mei replied, her eyes fastened to a black car that seemed to be tailing them.
    Cat leapt out from beneath the chair, and suddenly the girl was there again, her legs crossed over one another and her hood down to reveal to black pointed cat ears, she pulled the hood up again quickly.
    “Really?” She said, twiddling her thumbs.
    “Do I ever lie?” Mei said gripping the wheel tighter.
    “I was just confirming” Cat said sulkily, crossing her arms over her chest.
    Mei nods and swerved round a bright red mini pulling out of a drive, she pressed angrily on the horn and then regained her composure.
    “Of course”
    Kineta looked up from her rock.
    “It’s bloody useless” She muttered, before looking up.
    Cat snatched the rock from her and glared at it.
    “What is so different about this rock?” She muttered, turning it over in her hands.
    “It has the water symbol on it” Kineta said, pointing to a small flowing line on one side of the rock.
    “And?” Cat replied, looking unimpressed.
    “And it might just be the key to controlling it!” Kineta shouted at Cat, snatching the rock from Cat.
    Cat shrugged.
    An acrid smell of burning plastic filed the car and everyone looked accusingly at Sherlock. She looked back at them, all wide eyed innocence.
    “That is not me, I promise” She said, her fingers buried in the pockets of her black jeans.
    Mei Cain swore and thumped the steering wheel.
    “I knew it” She said, spinning the car round, “They’ve latched on, when I stop, get out and get to Trafalgar Square”
    “Underground?” Cat asked, craning her neck round to stare behind them.
    “Are you thinking Cat? No, you can get trapped under there, Kineta, you take them” Mei replied, driving through a narrow side street.
    Cat huffed and turned her face away from the window. Just as Mei twisted the car around a tight corner. Cat hurtled straight into the window, and changed into her cat form, digging her claws into the seat and hissing.
    The car stopped. Sherlock pulled the door open.
    “Get out!” Mei yelled. Cat leapt out after her sisters, and they ran away from the car, not looking back.


  16. *Hums pirates theme tune*

  17. So many fanfics.... head spinning....

    *Havent read yet Cat, will later!*

  18. No problem Mango!

  19. Very good!!!!

  20. Very good Cat!!!!

  21. Thank you, you like it?

  22. Didn't quite get it at first, but the second update cleared it up for me


  23. Good, good, I'm glad you like it.

  24. When you come back (either after the roast or tomorrow) please may you update.


  26. Why does everyone keep talking in Spanish?

  27. Cat, this fic, its molto bene!

    That is Italian

  28. Yeah, and Emily was speaking in that...

    If you say 'Tres Bien'...

  29. Whats that mean?

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