The timid one

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Victor had come to visit Alia, see how she was — but he hadn’t found her in her usual spot. Nor had he found her in any other spot he checked. He was really starting to get worried now. Where on earth could she be? Had something happened to her? Had her darker impulses taken control of her again? (Victor sincerely hoped not. He really didn’t want to have another face-off with that Alia.)

He’s passing by the house on his way to check out another area when the stone comes crashing out, making him jump. “What the—” He looks in the broken window. “Who — ALIA!”

He forces the window open and climbs in, rushing to her side. His foot catches a floorboard and he falls, but he’s back on his feet in a moment. He finally kneels beside her, taking in her condition with growing horror. “Alia, what — oh God—” He yanks off his coat and does his best to cover her. “W-what happened?”

“Big Brother…” Alia sighed, a faint smile on her features.

She can feel the cloth cover her like a blanket. Her mind was beginning to draw a blank and she couldn’t sense much any more, but she didn’t care, so long as he stayed by her side. When Victor had tripped, the bottle had jumped to the edge of the table, and finally decided to fall now, rolling over to his hand. It was something rather typical and seemed rather silly, but this was a toxin. This was no better than being bit my a poisonous spider or snake. If not taken care of, it would kill someone, and Alia had not been treated. It was truly her death now; No more cheating.

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Victor laughs as he gets licked. “Now where did you come from?” he asks, scratching the dog’s ears as it lays down next to him. “I thought it was only cats here.” Not that he minds — he likes both animals. But — well, his first pet was a dog, who became his best friend. So he’s always had a soft spot for them.

The dog let out a soft moan in response, simply enjoying the petting it was getting. Alia had come back with the police, then squeaked excitedly at the sight of the dog.

“Slink, I’ve missed you!” She squealed and the dog got up and ran to her, she hugging the dog as she giggled happily. Victor, buddy, I think you need to handle this now…

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Alia laid on the floor in an abandoned house in a quiet part of the city, struggling to stand. Looking around with cloudy eyes, she caught a large stone for a second. Swallowing hard, she grabbed it and, with the last of her strength, threw it out the glass window, managing to break it. She hoped it would get someones attention and come to save her.

She finally collapsed on the ground, curling herself into a ball. She was completely bare, stripped by her foster father and raped before he injected something into her neck. The bottle he got it form was right on the dusty table, clear as day; Pure poison. She was done, slipping out of this life. She just wanted to see some one last time. A friend, family, even one of her cats. She didn’t want to die alone, didn’t want to die without a smile…

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Victor sighs as the treatment finishes and nods, getting the gist of the gesture. “Right.” He carefully adjusts his position. This — is actually pretty comfy. He wouldn’t think a little nest in an alley could be cozy, but…

He looks up as the dog comes in. For a moment, he tenses — he remembers the scary dogs that started this day — but this fellow seems much nicer. He smiles. “Hi boy,” he says, holding out a hand for sniffing. Excuse him, cats — he’s always been a dog person.

seeing the young man was welcoming him closer, the dog padded over and sniffed his hand for a moment. It leaned down to lick his nose and sniff at his cheeks. He smelled interesting, definitely a new scent to the alleys. The large beast settled down beside him, resting it’s head on his good side so he’d be pet. The medicine cat didn’t bother with it; So long as Victor didn’t move around and open the wound, it was fine.

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That gets another smile out of him. He reaches up and strokes her back gently, trying to ignore the pain coming from his side. Just remember, it’s doing you good, he tells himself, gritting his teeth at a particularly painful twinge. And better you than Alia.

The female warrior licked his nose as he tensed. Once the sleek cat was done with putting on the medicine, he carefully dressed the wound with the sticky weds until it was completely covered and closed up with it. The cat put both paws on his arm in a gesture to stay laying down and resting in the soft spot.

Just like that, a dog came padding in, but none of the cats panicked. Even the kittens went up to great the huge animal. It was a huge, long black furred beast with warm eyes. It looked over at Victor and woofed a gentle question. The med cat growled, warning him he was not a play partner.

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Victor manages a small smile and rubs the tom behind the ears. Yeah, he knows the cat doesn’t mind helping, but that doesn’t stop him from feeling a bit guilty. It’s the way he’s wired. He gives the apprentice a concerned look — how ironic would it be for the poor kit to get hurt trying to help him?

He can’t help a wince as they clean out the wound. Yes, this hurts less than cat tongue, but still — the damn thing’s much too tender for his liking. “Why didn’t I just keep that gun?” he mumbles. “Could have avoided all this…”

The she-cat from his last visit padded over and laid on his chest, nuzzling it’s head against his cheek comfortingly, purring like a queen would for it’s kits to clam them down.

While the other tried to comfort and distract Victor, the medicine cat began applying the medicine directly on his wound as tenderly as possible. It would hurt while he touched it, but it should clot the bleeding and also stop infection.

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“I — oh, dear, b-be careful!” he calls out to her. He eyes Drew, then grins a little at the cat holding the bucket. Well, that’s a little comforting.

He moves his hand at Switweed’s nudging, and grimaces as he sees the blood staining his side. “I’m t-terribly sorry we’re always putting you to w-work like this,” he tells the cat, his voice low. He tries to adjust his position a little, and hisses in pain. “I w-would have never imagined that today would go like it did,” he mumbles. Facing down Alia’s dark personality, taking her to the doctor, kneeing her abusive foster father in the groin, getting himself shot…yeah.

The tom purred comfortingly, unable to tell him he did this every day to help him feel better. The kit returned, limping with one paw up, covered in cob webs. He was also dragging along a large leaf with a paste on top of it. Mewling a thanks to his apprentice, he turned to Victor, giving his a look that was comforting, but also told him to stay still, or else he’d make everything worse.

With this, the apprentice had left and returned just as quickly with a plastic cup of water; Needless to say, the cats had a system. The water was clean, so Victor needn’t worry about that. Swiftweed began to carefully pour the semi-warm water on the gash to clean away any dirt and the blood. It at least hurt less than for him to lick him with it’s rough tongue.

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“What — no, w-wait, I don’t want t-to…” But she’s already got him over and down in her little nook, so there’s not much point in protesting. He keeps his hand firmly on his side, vaguely thinking Well, here’s another suit ruined. Still, better the suit than his life.

Oh dear, this won’t do. He puts his free hand around her. “It’s all right,” he tells her. “And it’s not your fault. If I hadn’t been here — well, who k-knows what he might have done?” He glares up at nothing for a moment, before softening and looking at her again. “I’d r-rather be hurt than know another c-child had to go through…that.”

Alia whimpered and said,

“I-I’ll get th-the police… J-just stay here and-and let Swiftweed take-take care of-of you, o-okay?”

She stood and walked out of her alleys, trusting the cats that surrounded the man to keep him down. Hell, one of them had a medal bucket in it’s maw to hit his head with if he woke up.

The medicine cat padded over and nudged his hand away, sniffing the wound. After a pause to run over what he needed, he meowed at his apprentice to fetch them. the young cat quickly went to work with it’s instructions.

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Thank God for small mercies. Still, Victor intends to get up and get that gun as soon as possible.

He sees Alia and tries to smile. “I’m all right,” he says. “It’s n-not as bad as it looks, really.” He starts to get up, then hisses and grabs at his side. There’s a growing red stain there, he can feel the tacky wetness of the blood… “I will be FINE,” he says, perhaps more to convince himself than Alia. He holds one hand over the wound as he struggles to his feet. “It’s not h-half as bad as your h-hands…are you hurt?” That worries him more than his own condition. “I’m so s-sorry, I s-should have known to keep the g-gun…”

Alia snaps out of her haze and takes the gun before taking his weight and laying him down in her Soft-Place. She called for the medicine cat for him to be inspected, her eyes cold. When she turned to him, her gaze softened and she held onto him tightly.

“I-It’s my-my fault you got-got hurt… If-if you did-didn’t know m-me, none of-of th-this would’ve h-happened… I-I’m sorry, Big-Big Brother…”

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Pierce and felines normally didn’t get along too well, but he figured as long as he didn’t shrink himself down, there wouldn’t be a problem. “Sh-sure. I’d love to.”

Alia smiled softly, sensing his discomfort, and held his hand as the small female led him through the alleys. She ducked under a large pipe and into a sunny area filled with blankets, boxes and, most certainly, cats. All the kittens came running at seeing the stranger and mewed happily. One of them rubbed against his leg fondly, making Alia giggle softly,

“Th-they really like-like you, h-huh..?”