P O E

It could be weeks. It could be months. Poe didn't care, didn't want to care. The fat was she was in here, and that was too long. The thought of being kept concealed behind walls, behind bars and chained up, it disgusted her and only made her rage burn hotter. She wanted out she wanted kill something, anything. Oh, hello mousy.

With a single flick of her ebony tail and a quick tension of the muscles the little mouse was gone, it's tail hanging lifeless from the corner of her large jowls. The panther's eyes burned hot, not only from anger but from fighting back the pain that still shot through her back every so often, nothing important though. The humans here stopped even trying to get to her for treatment, she would lash out at them every time. Pacing in her corner cage like a trapped kitten, a very large, very angry, very very dangerous kitten. No one around the vet clinic wanted to put the effort into taming the beast and they didn't have the brains to get her out of there so here she sat, fuming.

Ghost

Ghost moved like her nickname. A ghost. No one heard her walk through the doors, no one saw her slip into the back room. She was twenty years old or more, but she looked like a twelve year old albino girl. Her waist length white hair shimmered in the flourescent light as she made her way past the cages until finally, she came upon Poe. An associate had contacted her, murmuring to her in hushed tones about the pretty black cat in the back. And now, here she was. She crouched down, staring at the beasty for a moment before she sat down. She pulled a gun out of her coat and held it up for the agitated pussy cat to see. I'm going to open up your cage, little kitty cat. But if you attack me, I attack you. Do you understand me? She knew the cat didn't understand. But she placed her hand on the lock and waited for the girlys reaction. A killer and a killer. Facing each other, eye to eye. One with fang and claw and one with.... Well. Just about everything else.

P O E

Impatience. It was like this disease that crept up inside creatures like Poe and made them go crazy, bloodthirsty, not that that would be much different from the way she already was. But god it made her itch to kill, to taste blood, to hear those yells. The thought sent chills down the big cats spine. She had been in an especially terrible mood today, antsy and over alert.

Poe had been pacing and pacing, silently and silkily from one end of her cramped cage to the other and then back again. Her deadly gold eyes stayed fixed on the other side of the bars, not blinking, not losing focus. Her sharp blades constantly retracted and extracted from her oversized paws making terrible scraping sounds now and then on the hard floors. It was all one fluid, solid movement.

Her activity came to a very distinct very abrupt standstill when the small, white woman stepped right up to the cage. A gut wrenching, bloody snarl erupted from the felines throat before she lunged at the bars of the cage. Her fangs were bared completely, her leathery lips were pulled back tight in a curling growl and her dagger like claws gripped at the steal bars leaving deep silver lines behind. This was only once though because the girl did not run away, she pulled out a shiny looking instrument. One that Poe recognized immediately. In these situations it only meant 2 things, the vets got smart or, someone payed good money for her hide.

Just to play it safe however, Poe froze herself. She crouched low to the ground, claws out, fangs bared, muscles taught and ready to spring. She crouched and watched, waiting for the girls next move.

Ghost

We live in a cold dark world with venom in it's fangs.
You can spit it in my face but I know I'll be ok
It's on the attack. It's a war, It's a game.
A ball and chain chew my arm off to get away
Don't fight, or it deny it, invite it cause when it ...

Her eyes met the cats calmly, watching her just as the cat was staring at Ghost. She glanced towards the door, making sure it was secure, before she slid the lock back carefully. She wasn't afraid. Something that was almost scary in itself. Who wasn't afraid of a snarling she-devil cat? Ghost carefully stood up and pulled the door with her, opening it with ease. She stepped back, just out of the way. She pulled another gun from her jacket, this one a tranquilizer gun. She didn't want to kill the cat. Even if it came at her in a fit of rage. Remember the deal, pretty pussy cat. You don't kill me, I won't kill you. She knew of people who put these creatures on leashes, on collars. But she was never going to do such a thing with this lovely little thing. Patiently, she waited for the cat's reaction. What would Poe think of this?

I gotta say thanks cause you kick me when im down
I'm bleeding out the mouth.
I hope you know I'm stronger now.
I'm taking the hate, I'm turning it all around.
I wont go down 'til I'm six feet underground.
Dont fight, or it deny it, invite it, cause when it ...
Feels like a kick in the teeth, I can take it.
Throw your stones and you won't see me break it.