xxNever coming home againxx[OPEN]

[morphine]

♫Turn up the radio, I need it more then ever now.♫

The small, lean body of a black cat was could be seen on a sandy cliff. It was pitch black, but the cats pelt was gleaming in the moonlight, making it visible. The she-cats eyes were unseen, as they were closed. Only guesses would be able to tell if she was awake, or sleeping sitting up. A twitch of the lean cat shape's tail was the only sign she was awake, but it was very easy to miss. As the moon became higher and higher in the sky, the cat began to stir even more then she once had. In the blink of an eye, you could see a bright green coming from where her eyes would be. They were her eyes, and they were darting around the sandy cliff looking for anything other then herself, if that was possible.

♫I remember, I remember everything. All the times when no one ever came to get me.♫

A rusty purr was let out of the she-cats throat, as she kind of liked being alone, but at the same time she dreaded it. Any cat who held a grudge against the pretty black cat could just leap out and kill her from behind, and she would accept the fate she was handed. I wish I could be a better cat... she thought. I want to restart life. As she thought about her mistakes a voice came to her. Morphine, don't weep. You can change/ the voice said to her. It sounded as though Morphine's mother was talking to her, but that was impossible, right? She abruptly stood up and walked closer to the edge of the cliff she was on. Her green eyes stared down at the black, cold water below.

Lyrics (c) Kill Hannah, Songs That Saved My Life

[ogrins]

^{RIFLE...
a flare in the dark...}

The red tom sat, hidden in the shade of darkness. But the moon swore to reveal him, and so if one were to look upon him they would see the red in his coat more than anything, and they would call it blood perhaps. Or they would see the brown in his coat and they would call it dirt. It mattered not to him. For his bright green eyes watched the cat in front of him intensly.

She sat near the edge of the cliff. He could only imagine what she may intend on doing, but he would have enjoyed it. At least for some time. With the soft, peculiar breeze that blew about him, he wanted to peer over the edge. But he would probably seem awkward, just appearing next to her. He had nothing to say, which was unusual. He was used to company. well, go on; say hi. his thoughts urged him on. So he stood up.

But right as the words barely escaped his throat, the femme stood up, rather quickly, and walked toward the edge of the cliff. She stood there a moment, watching the water below. Terror gripped his heart. She had been the first cat he had seen in so long, she couldn't kill herself in front of him. That would surely drive him off the edge of sanity as well. His vocals pushed through the bog in his chest and the words came tumbling out of his mouth.

^{"You don't want to be doing that. We havn't even met yet."}

Really the words made no sense at all, just seemed right for the occasion, the moment. He longed to see her face, to have a chat with her. Perhaps he could become her friend, and they could journey along together? It had ben so long scince he had last had a real friend. The death and breaking up of his origional gang was already heavy enough on his thin shoulders. Vocals again pushed to be let free to travel the air around him, but he held back, choosing his words carefully before speaking.

^{"I'm known as Rifle. What's your name?"}

_{...heard by one; only one
...RIFLE}

[morphine]

[Just so ya know, Morphine doesn't like it much when cats sneak up on her. xD ]

"You don't want to be doing that. We havn't even met yet." A cat was near Morphine, and he had spoken to her. The instinct to kill flashed in her eyes, but was gone in a moment. "What, did you think I was going to jump?! I'm not crazy." she growled at the tom. The green eyes on the she-cat flashed with anger. "I'm known as Rifle. What's your name?" the cat had meowed to her again. Morphine grunted. "Knowing that could get you killed." she meowed distantly. Adding back to what she had said before, she meowed again. "But I am Morphine." The black she-cat turned around and came face to face with the cat known as Rifle. "I can see you have a pelt that looks like blood. That could come in handy for you someday." she pointed out. It could come in handy for a cat to have a pelt blood colored. It would scare another cat.

♫She's a rebel, and she's dangerous. ♫

Morphine got up, and moved closer to the tom. Know she had a better look at him, and she noticed there wasn't jsut red in his pelt, but brown. She noticed he looked like he hadn't talked to another cat in a while. "You haven't talked to any cats in a while, have you?" she asked Rifle. And if she was right, Rifle's answer would be 'yes'. Morphine's lime green eyes looked into the other cats eyes.

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[ogrins]

^{RIFLE...
a flare in the dark...}

[oh, okey doke! 8)]

"What, did you think I was going to jump?! I'm not crazy."

Rifle had to smile. So much death had surrounded him in sso little time, so he had naturally though she would have jumped. Think, you brainiac. You silly. Not all cats are life-starved.

"Knowing that could get you killed. But I am Morphine."

Rifle found her first response odd. Killed? Me? By knowing her name? But these thoguhts quickly left as she stated her name anyway. At this the black femme turned, and in her eyes flickered anger, but that was clearing up slowly. She stared at him, her eyes refecting a most beautious green though from what light they lit up, he had no idea.

"I can see you have a pelt that looks like blood. That could come in handy for you someday."

Her comment on his pelt color fasinated him. It was strange, but true, if one thoguht about it in that way. It amde him wonder what she thought about alone, on nights like this. Why was she spurred onto death related thoguhts?

"You haven't talked to any cats in a while, have you?"

He smiled: a strange, daunting smile. Some might call it fake. It was just a distraction, at least for the moment. His mind raced frantically. Was he really looking so down? So out of his element? Had he been away from other cats so much that it was starting to show? He glanced around, but sat down. The only real way for him to relax was just to talk. But, about what?

"Morphine. Interesting name." The red tom cocked his head slightly, watching the femme's reaction. "And yes, I have been alone for quite sometime."

_{...heard by one; only one
...RIFLE}

[morphine]

"Morphine. Interesting name." Rifle had meowed. Morphine smiled, also noticing he was smiling while she had been speaking to him. "Yes. My mother named me that before she handed me over to a stinking kittypet!" She hissed as she remembered her Mother. The truth was Morphine hated the cat that had raised her from a kit. She absolutely hated kittypet now, and nothing would ever change that. "And yes, I have been alone for quite sometime." The tom meowed again. The black she-cat thought of how long she had never dared go near a cat. she meowed distantly, her eyes glinted with lonelyness. "I suppose I'e said to much, and i assume you want to know why. So, I will tell you if you would like." she mewed in an almost angelic voice. Her black paws rose, and so did she. Morphine stepped towards Rifle until their noses were almost touching. Her paws fell as she sat down again, and she turned her head to gaze over the water that she could see still. It was a beautiful night at the Sun-Drown-Place, and the first night she had talked to another cat in a few moons. Maybe it's my lucky day, or faih is trying to tell me I will be fine around cats again... she thought.

[ogrins]

^{RIFLE...
you've heard his call...}

"Yes. My mother named me that before she handed me over to a stinking kittypet!"

Rifle's eyes clouded with thought. How much he had in common with this stranger... this femme... They both had so much difference between them, and yet here they stood, within touch. So much separating them, and yet still so much connecting them.

_{What bridge was made between strangers?
Meant to be destroyed, but ending up to be beautiful;
Harmonious, Peaceful and Ageless;
Throught the mere ages of the world,
This bridge lives on, between humans of all sort.
And they called it love.}

"I suppose I'e said to much, and i assume you want to know why. So, I will tell you if you would like."

Rifle nodded. Morphine had moved herself closer to him, their noses almost touched. The tom's deep green eyes watched her ever so carefully, ever so intently, ever so delicately. As if he knew to much about her... he would die. But if he didn't know her... he would die. Something about the way she connected with him... and he hadn't even known her for a day.

_{Am I head over heels?
Am I in too deep?
Can I feel the pressure;
From underneath?
My head tells me it ain't right;
It tells me its a lie.
But my heart tells me right;
It tells me I'm fine.}

"Yes, do go on. I have all the time in the world."

_{...without using your ears
...RIFLE}

[morphine]

So if you love me, won't you let me know?

"Yes, do go on. I have all the time in the world." the tom mewed. The black she-cats eyes settled until all they showed was how calm she was. She felt like she had known the tom for a while. "Alas, I have all the time in the world to tell it then." she meowed, sounding unnecessarily sad. "My dilemma started when I found out that the stupid kitty-pet only raised me because my real mother didn't want me. I've killed many cats, Rifle. I almost killed my real mother. And being a murderer, a lot of cats want to kill me. " she meowed distantly, like she was not talking directly to the red rogue, but letting the whole world around her hear. "But I haven't been around any cat in moons. I've been avoiding them all, but if I did meet a cat that wanted to kill me, I would let him do so." she added to her story. "I would rather forget every part of my life, but that's hard."


Lyrics (c) Coldplay, Violet Hill

[ogrins]

^{RIFLE...
you've survived the blast...}

"Alas, I have all the time in the world to tell it then. My dilemma started when I found out that the stupid kitty-pet only raised me because my real mother didn't want me. I've killed many cats, Rifle. I almost killed my real mother. And being a murderer, a lot of cats want to kill me. "

Rifle nodded, agreeing. He would have most likely felt the same way about his parents if they had stayed in the horrid hole that two-legs called a house. A murderer... never met one of them before. Rifle smiled. She was so mysterious, so secretive. He was so adapting, so quick to understand her viewpoint. He had been there before.

"But I haven't been around any cat in moons. I've been avoiding them all, but if I did meet a cat that wanted to kill me, I would let him do so. I would rather forget every part of my life, but that's hard."

Rifle stared deeply, profoundly into the depths of Morphine's eyes. She sounded so familiar. So much like an old friend, rather than a stranger who opened up to him. She reminded him of his mother. Her secretive ways, her control. He knew her already. And he couldn't stay any longer around her. She would most certainly steal away his last breath, then give it back when she found him dead. And yet he couldn't leave her either. She gave him breath, the spice and energy he needed to survive in the cold world that encased him. How much he had known this, but how much he had learned already. He loved her, scary and unpredictable as it was.

Words eagerly flowed out of his maw. He conected to her so well now. But she probably felt nothing like this about him. Who would love him? He was lanky and quiet, needy. He hated being alone. He only wanted a life. And it looked like it was right here, in front of him. Colored in black and speaking to him through vocals that were as playful as the wind but a dark as the night in which they sat, together.

"Oh, but don't forget it. Memory is both a gift and a curse. It's already been a curse for both you and me... But perhaps, together... we could make it a gift?"

_{...without a single scratch
...RIFLE}

[morphine]

"Oh, but don't forget it. Memory is both a gift and a curse. It's already been a curse for both you and me... But perhaps, together... we could make it a gift?" Morphine stared at Rifle. "What do you mean?" she questioned. The black cat hadn't been around cats in so long, she had lost almost all skill of talking to one. It wasn't her intention, just something time had taken away from her, and she accepted it. The she-cat stood up quickly, and walked slowly towards the edge of the cliff again. The water glittered in the moonlight as her green eyes watched the waves. They were moire fierce then usual, splashing the cliff higher then normal. It's a shame I won't be in the sun-drown-place much longer. she thought glumly. "Rifle...I wanted to...Ask if you...Wanted to travel...With me...I don't know...Somewhere on the moor..." she mewed slowly. It was lonely not being able to talk to cats, and she didn't want to scare off the red and brown tom. Morphine wanted to join him and travel for a while, maybe more then a while...

[ogrins]

RIFLE: point out the obvious and get your message through,
"What do you mean?"
Rifle frowned. Morphine had moved away again, back to the cliff's edge. Was it something I said? He wondered to himself. He definately did not want to leave Morphine's company, and he didn't think Morphine wanted to leave his. A wonderful longing need inside him for another was finally filled, and he was suddenly prepared to do anythign to keep it. He smiled; a sweet, soulful smile; toward Morphine's slim form. She was black as the night, sweet as the river, and deadly as poison. He felt as if he were bit by a snake, but instead of finding pain, he had found love.
"Rifle...I wanted to...Ask if you...Wanted to travel...With me...I don't know...Somewhere on the moor..."
Rifle's grin spread even further across his face. Of course he would love to travel with her. He was prepared to die for her already, and he had only just met her. Is this head-over-heels love?
"Of course Morphine. I would love too. Your company is a great comfort to me."
Rifle replied honestly. Each word he said was true. Morphine was the friendliest cat that he had come across himself. They seemed to complete each other. And they got along so well. Their histories might have been different, but Rifle could almost see their future paths entwined. He glanced upward, spoting the twinkling stars. Some shone brighter than others, and he followed them throughout the sky. They created two lines, curling and sweeping, and looking out of the cliff, the star-lines came together, joining just before they slipped behidn the water of the great sea. It seemed to confirm his thougts, and Rifle stood up, walking over to Morphine and sitting down next to her.
"Have you ever noticed the stars? I don't, usually. But tonight they seem to be brighter than they ever have been in a long time. Maybe becasue... well, becasue they led me to you."

or deal with the consequences of lonliness; again. :RIFLE

[morphine]

"Of course Morphine. I would love too. Your company is a great comfort to me." meowed Morhpine's new companion. She knew she had to control herself now, and much better then usual. The black she-cat could not under any circumstances hurt Rifle! He was the only cat she could rest her bright, green eyes on and not want to kill. Morphine rose quickly, and swiftly leaped to Rifle's side.

"Have you ever noticed the stars? I don't, usually. But tonight they seem to be brighter than they ever have been in a long time. Maybe becasue... well, becasue they led me to you." Morphine's eyes grew wide with the wonder of a thousand cats. She never thought of the stars bringing two cats together, and she didn't really understand what the red tom was trying to say. "Do you mean...That the stars wanted you to be here....With me?" she managed to choke the words out, but just barely. "Rifle...Do you think we were meant to have met here tonight?" she mewed, her green eyes locked in his.

Morphine's tail swished behind her, and fell restlessly onto the ground next to Rifle. Why do I feel I know him? she thought, making her expression stay calm, and not worried. She was afraid he might feel as if he knew her, too.Did they know each other? No. I have never known his scent before now. The black cat knew her eyes were clouded with anxiety now, but she stayed strong. She wasn't going to let Rifle think she didn't want to be here with him.

[ogrins]

Rifle: Know what you want.

"Do you mean...That the stars wanted you to be here....With me? Rifle...Do you think we were meant to have met here tonight?"

Rifle shrugged, his shoulders lifting only slightly. Yes, he really did believe with all his heart that they were somehow meant to find each other, but if they were meant to join together... Well, he wasn't a futureistic cat. If his future held separation from Morphine... Well, he wouldn't want to know about it then. He smiled, his eyes lighting up as he looked upon Morphine again.

"Yeah. I mean, I hope we were."

ooc:sorry for the shortness! muse problems!

[morphine]

[Sorry for the lateness. Eep.]

Dearly beloved are you listening? I can't remember a word you were saying. Are we demented or am I disturbed?

The black cat swished her tail onto Rifle's back. "Yeah. I mean, I hope we were." The words struck Morphine like the sharpest claws. No cat had ever said anything like that to her before, and she never had imagined any cat would. I'm a murderer, heavens sake! And another cat wants me to stay with him, and I want to stay with him. Can I do this? she thought in panic. Other cats were definitly not Morphine;s specialty. Her green eyes shut as a cool breeze brushed against her face. The words flowed out, "I hope so, too, Rifle." Her eyes never opened, but she was stuck thinking about how her life would be with the brown-red tom cat that didn;t seem like he would ever leave her side. This was love, she thought. This was what it felt like to have someone that won;t let you go unless its necessary, someone who would always be with you until you died. This was what Morphine would do for Rifle, and hopefully Rifle would do for her.
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[morphine]

Ogrins, to let you know if you don't see the PM first, I started a new thread called.

xx.//Never.Again.//xx[Ogrins/Open]

[ogrins]

ooc: oh ok. i will post there at some point on sunday or monday.