Post by Smenzer on Oct 4, 2004 22:00:01 GMT -5
Another story I wrote a few years ago. See if you can guess what's really going on here!
Dark Journey
by Smenzer
DARK JOURNEY
I was awoken from a peaceful slumber by hands gripping me around the waist. My cries of protest were ignored as I was lifted and carried a short distance. My cries grew louder when I saw the waiting cage, it's door open wide. It was obvious my captor had planned this out in advance. I squirmed and twisted frantically, but it was of no avail. The hands that gripped me were too strong. Rudely I was shoved inside the dark opening. As soon as I was inside, I turned around and tried to dash back out. But it was too late. The door had closed.
My prison was made of a flat gray material smooth to the touch. Only the front door had metal bars. The bars were crisscrossed to form a strong mesh I couldn't break. I screamed to be let out as I went wild. My fingers clawed at the smooth surface, at the metal door. Like a dog chasing it's tail, I twisted around and around searching for an exit that didn't exist. Of course, the door was locked. The bottom was lined with newspapers.
Ignoring my pleas for release, my entire cage was lifted somehow and I slid towards the back, bumping myself. I clung to the tilting floor, crying even louder now. Surely someone would hear me! I had a good home and a family that loved me. Yet now I was being taken away and I didn't even know why.
My cries grew more desperate.
I was outside now, for I could see the trees and a dark sky that threatened rain. Fresh air, sharp with the chill of November, filled my longs. From the small door of my cage, I couldn't see any one else around. My hopes of rescue faded and died. Then my world went black as a large covering was tossed over my cage.
My shrunken world tilted again as my prison was moved a short distance. The bottom scraped against another surface, then was still. A few moments later I heard an engine start.
So, I was in a vehicle. My captor was taking me somewhere. What had I done to deserve such an awful fate? I thought of the sister I would never see again. Of my mother. Would they ever know my fate, whatever it was to be?
I lay quite now inside the cage, the newspapers helping to keep me warm. There was nothing I could do. That I had accepted. Perhaps later a chance to escape might present itself, but for now I would rest. My cries were less frequent. There was little chance I would be heard over the loud rumble of the traffic. It was the morning rush hour and I heard many a large semi roar past. Other sounds filtered to my ears: car horns, excited voices of children going to school, distant sirens.
Hadn't anyone noticed my plight?
Of course not. How could they, with this covering over my cage? They wouldn't even think of such a thing. Most people didn't. To everyone else, it would be just another vehicle in the mad morning rush. People by nature weren't very observant when it came to crime, unless they heard a gunshot.
I was bumped and jostled as I was driven toward an unknown destination. My mouth grew dry with fright, my body shivering. Finally my captor stopped and I heard a car door slam. My prison was lifted again.
My frightened cries rang out louder than ever. My only hope was that someone was within earshot. I still couldn't see anything as the covering was still blocking my sight. It was dark and cold in my lonely cage.
My cage was set down and the covering thrown back.
"Well, who do we have here today?" A strange voice asked.
"Sneezer." A familiar voice answered.
The cage door was opened and large hands reached for me. I moved as far back as I could, but it was useless. The hands gripped me and I was pulled out.
I crouched on the exam table, my dark fur bristling. I knew where I was now.
Oh, how I hate going to the vet!
~ Sneezer the Maine Coon Cat
Sadly, Sneezer died this summer....
