Cat-steps on the rooftops through the ice and falling snow
Smoke and ash. Ash and smoke. Ash standing in the shadow of the haze that stretched across the city, a falling, glittering testament to the fire that had raged not so long ago, quenched and stilled only by the suffocating blanket of newly fallen snow. Suffocating and destroying, white and cold and heartless ...
He blinked back at the snowflakes that danced through the stillness, breaking the hazy darkness with their cold white, sweet and pure till they were swallowed by the haze and consumed. Amazing how something so pure can be so ... defiled ...
Orange lights so a'glitterin', dancin', mockin' from the bowels of hell
Stepping lightly among the deceptively smooth ground covered in a blanket of quiet snow and a gray dusting of ash, the boy glided easily from shadow to light, dark hair glimmering in the stark glare of the street lamps like a halo. Missions to the darkened shores of earth were as deceptive as snow, outwardly serene, inwardly in turmoil. He frowned at his tendency to add some snippet of poetic insight to every observation. A moment more of self scolding at wasting time and he moved on, humming quietly under in his breath, "It's so insane, so sweetly insane, dear angel, this madness inside my mind~"
The singer's voice was like a bird's, but mocking and cold, like a dark thing suffering from light, or an angel in hell. A voice he had heard as he'd passed a dance and bar, the singer's call lifting in sharp rapture from the dim and glitzy carousel within. He shook his head sharply, even through the haunting tune stayed with him. I got to find that poor animal first! Then I'll deal with this mission ...
It's the cat's eyes, angel, the cat's eyes of hate
A ribbon of ruby colored blood splattered the ground now, glittering darkly against the new snow, seeping into the tiny, irregular footprints of the animal who had lost it. I felt it ... As he had paused outside the dance bar, strangely drawn to the music, he had heard the creature's pain, felt it's outrage and fear, and had been called to it with an unholy strength. And now he felt it again, heartbeat pounding on the edge of his conscious, fast and frightened. It's dying ...
Breath catching slightly, he sped up, feet blurring across the concrete without sound as he chased the bloody prints. The paw prints led him to the end of a grimy alley, littered with garbage, rotting plants, and tipped trash cans. Two eyes glimmered in the darkness, reflecting back the light as it's owner hid beneath one of the spilled cans.
The boy paused only a second before he knelt and stretched out a hand to touch the hurting cat. It hissed and swatted weakly at his hand. He ignored it and pressed fingers deep into the golden fur, suffusing it's dying spirit with a thread of power, healing and purifying, burning away the deep slash marks that etched it's skin as well as the phantom beginnings of infection and disease.
Watchin' you in a mouse trap, singin' that hunter's joy
Dark, unnatural eyes gazed at him in quiet wonder, as if comprehending the gift it had been given. It, a she, he realized, purred, a soft 'chu'-ing sound as she nuzzled his palm.
"It's so insane~" The purring increased as he gently picked her up, gazing curiously at the golden, tawny fur marked with dark brown stripes that went across her ribs. The same dark coloring went from her hind part half-way up her tail. Dark black eyes and rouged cheek fur completed the odd looking animal. Strange coloring, little catling. "So sweetly insane, dear angel, this madness inside my mind ~ Pika-pika-pika-chu-chu-chu~"
The cat's eyes are watchin', angel heart, plottin' the end
Ash smiled quietly as the cat burrowed into his jacket as he hummed the odd refrain, the chu-ing sound making a nice counterpoint to his soft voice.
"I think I'll call you Pikachu in honor of when I heard you. What do you think?"
The newly named cat just purred.
So still in the inferno, knockin' around in the dark ~
To be continued ...