Spontus Ch. 1 Revise (2.0)

                                                        Chapter 1

                                                        An Unusual Day

        Ross’s day started quite normally. Wake up from the alarm, hit snooze, wake up from the alarm, turn off, wake up from mom, rush downstairs, devour breakfast, and get a lift to school.

Ross was not a normal person. He was male, liked video games, slacked off in school sometimes, sure… but he was a cat, not a human. The world was typically Canine and Feline superior, but there were all SORTS of animals, with different shapes, sizes, and traditions. They shared many characteristics from humans, and differed from animals of today, genetically enhanced. Ross didn’t need to wear clothes, as nudity wasn’t the same problem as humans had; the animal mindset was different than that of a human. Clothes were mostly a fancy way to strut around, ‘You don’t need to look fancy all the time, just when you need to look fancy.’

        Ross wasn’t one of the popular kids at school. He had just a few close friends he would hang out with. He wasn’t very social, but he didn’t care too much what others thought of him, solving this problem.

        Onto our story, he continued his morning by brushing his bright orange-yellow fur a bit, eating breakfast, and rushing off to school. Typical cat stuff, right? He finished his typical day of school, and after all seven of his classes, he took the bus to a corner where a rundown movie rental place and a park met. From there, he walked home casually with his friend Quincy. They discussed how they stuffed grass into a Pritennien Monkey’s backpack, and how elephants were becoming endangered.

        When they got to Ross’ home, they parted ways and Ross went inside. He twisted the key into the lock after fitting it in, and entered his home. Except, out of the ordinary, it seemed rather quiet. No nagging mother to tell him to fold his clothes and sort them, or a father to tell him to mow the lawn. Ross peeked around the house for his mother, to no avail. He gave up, figuring she had gone shopping, and studied for some tests he would have tomorrow. He napped for an hour or so, and read a short documentary on humans, “Humans: Our Mysterious Past?” It had been a few hours since he had gotten home and neither of his parents informing him of why they might not be home worried him. Typically in a situation like this there was at least a note on the door or something. After Ross waited for quite a bit, he fumbled around his school bag for his cell phone and attempted to call first his mother, then father. No answer... he tried again with the same response; none. This worried Ross even more. Time passed and he gained worry by the minute. Seconds passed… minutes… hours… it was past dinner, and time for him to be sleeping. He walked to the fridge, grabbed half of a tuna sandwich, and stared at him. Something felt really off, but he had no clue what. He felt a strange slurging feeling down his spine, like feeling those oozy mystery items at a haunted house, only inside his body. That’s when the noise came.

                                                        ‘KNOCK’

        Ross hesitated, wondering why his parents didn’t just use the keys… it was them, right? He began walking to the door to ask them why they just had to go worrying him to death when it came again.

                                                        ‘KNOCK’

        If it wasn’t them, who could it be? Was it a robbery? There hadn’t been any crime in the neighborhood for two straight years… Or was it-

                                                        ‘KNOCK’

        Ross had no clue what was going on. He had another slurging feeling, this one more intense than the last. He felt like he was the star of some horror film with a low budget. He looked around for something to grab and ram into someone’s head just in case.

                                                        ‘KNOCK!’

        Again it came, a quick bang and a retreat of the paw, more rough this time. Ross slowly went to the door, trembling a little, and peeked out the window, with a small rock statue of a foreign landmark in paw. From the look of the dark blue outfit sleeked down and a slightly slanted matching hat on the head, he could tell that the knocker was a A.G.S. Agent standing there, not looking too happy per usual. (A.G.S stands for Animal Governing Service. Also known as the Agonizers, by pretty much everyone.) The agent at the door wasn’t here for a birthday party, unless it involved killing the birthday animal with the giant gun the agent had in his hand. Ross walked backwards, thoughts racing left and right, the dominant one being “wat do”.

        The AGS pretty much only showed up to your doorstep if there was a big governmental issue, and they weren’t the kindest about it. The AGS seemed to be in charge of things. The actual head of the nation ( *Syrene ) was unknown to the public. In fact, the public didn’t really know much in general about how their government worked for a few decades. The whole situation of the ruling of the nation of *Syrene was a bit mysterious and unusual. The fact that the government in general seemed rather dark was the only thing anyone was sure of. The nation’s political power had slowly just fallen many years back and the people didn’t seem to care much. It was an awfully peaceful world, so it didn’t really seem like they were living in a country, but still took the work patriotism pledges and whatnot just to say they were a *Syrenian citizen.

        A phrase from Ross’ World and Syrenian History teacher flashed in Ross’ head from nowhere, “Avoid if at all possible.” Ross had heard all the terrible stories and rumors of what had happened to victims of the government and couldn’t imagine what they might do to him. He calmed himself quickly and planned to run away for good. He quietly moved as to make the AGS at the door assume no one was inside. He placed the statue down, grabbed a jacket from the sofa, pocketed the half tuna sandwich, and grabbed a knife off the table. With these things, he thought of what else to grab, when the AGS agent at the door announced that he was going to (very calmly, of course) destroy the door if it wasn’t opened very soon. He realized he had no time to do anything and ran to the back door. He quietly slid out of the door and into the cool breeze of the night air. The stars were plentiful, and it truly was a beautiful night (except for the fact that Ross could or could not be killed in a matter of seconds).

        Ross ran towards the nearest fence and climbed over it very quickly. He slid down the other side and started running. He didn’t know where he was going to go. He didn’t know which direction he was running. But it didn’t matter. The cool breeze felt good on his face and sweaty paws. He dodged street lights, avoiding being seen, and stayed off to the side, attempting to avoid suspicion. If anyone asked who he was, he’d say he was “Antonio Bojo” and that he was training for an upcoming boxing tournament. Flawless!

        It had been a full minute of running across the sidewalk in his sneakers before he realized he was being followed. He had a good distance between him and the AGS, but they would catch up sooner than later. Now he was just extending the seconds in his life. This was actually very traumatizing, because Ross was terrible at long run distances, and now he was running for his life. Short runs? No sweat? Long runs? He’s going to die. Story’s over, go home. Okay, maybe not.

        Now it had been six minutes. The agents were incredibly slowly catching up and Ross didn’t know if he could take the pain and anxiety anymore. The AGS were obviously getting their kicks, probably drunk, toying with some stupid teenage cat before they do unspeakable horrors to him.

        But he pressed on. The AGS vehicles actually started going fast. They were catching up. Ross could hear singing and cruel laughter behind him. They were coming. Ross’ breathing became incredibly rough and his sides were hurting. He looked at the ground. He had no other choice. He fell. Time seemed to slow down as the ground got closer and closer to his face.

        But he caught himself. On all fours, he pushed on, powered by adrenaline. He felt each indivual paw hit the ground, propelling the next forward, the occasional rock on the sidewalk digging into his thin shoe sole.

The AGS were only forty or so feet behind. They were finally swooping in for the kill. Ross looked at the ground. There was so much he was going to do… wanted to do… but it was going to end with severe pain. The ground started getting blurrier… he couldn’t feel his paws hitting the ground as severe anymore, then not at all. His vision faded out, until… darkness…

 

        His eyes opened. He was lying down in a black room. There was a strong breeze… and… stars above? He looked down, to see not a floor of a building, but a sidewalk. But it wasn’t directly below him. In fact, he wasn’t touching it. Or anything. He was suspended in mid air by the AGS. Or atleast he so thought, until he realized that the strong breeze was him flying forward, and the AGS were now several hundred feet behind him, screaming awfully loudly, and accelerating their vehicles as fast as they could. Ross stared to the ground, forward, and then up, frantically. He had no control over anything. He couldn’t move his arms. He was scared. As the ground passed by him speedily, He tried to comprehend what was going on, but to no avail. Again, his senses started dimming very much so, until darkness.

        Ross opened his eyes again. He was touching the ground, stomach first. There were no AGS vehicles in sight. He looked around, hoping to recognize something… but only recognized the night sky. He sat up on the curb and looked around again, trying to see if it was real. And it really did seem really. It really did. He sat on the curb and ate the un-smushed tuna sandwich. He was shivering badly, both from the cold air, and the massive anxiety of what just happened. He wanted to be a normal cat. He wanted to draw some pictures of his video game characters, and write stories of other planets attacking his. Now he would be a rebel. He’d grow up to live in secrecy in some sewer.

        He finished the sandwich and looked for the nearest alley to sleep in. The first one he found had a wall with a large hole in it, so he crept into the hole, used the jacket as a blanket, and fell right asleep. His mind enjoyed the rest very much so.

        That is, until Ross was woken up by a loud shout.