Sharon & Laura: Inner Rage
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xp_logsLaura was looking for some alone time in the Greenhouse, Sharon had other ideas.
The mansion was safe, but she was avoiding people all together. They would want answers, but Laura didn't have much. She escaped and the survivors' guilt was overwhelming. So when dusk has fallen, Laura snuck out through one of the backdoors. The greenhouses weren't far and it was still within the compounds of the mansion. Reaching the door she let herself in the bigger one and was welcomed by the warmth inside.
If it was solitude Laura sought, she was about to be sorely disappointed. Seconds later the door opened again, the delay far too short to be coincidence. No, someone had clearly been following Laura, and was just biding their time to approach the girl in private.
Sharon shut the door behind her and drew herself up to her full, imposing height. There was to be no preamble. Tail rigid, she fixed her yellow eyes on Laura.
"Why are you here, and not the others?" she demanded.
Laura's dark eyes looked over at Sharon, unbothered that Sharon stood almost a foot taller than her. But the guilt intensified. "Go away Sharon."
"No. You will tell me." Her tail was swishing now, stiff and slow. "Is you who were there. Only you. Now you are free, and others are not. Why? Liam, Jessie, Kyle. The one of five." Sharon took a step forward, almost trembling with barely suppressed anger. "Explain. Explain why they were left behind."
Laura narrowed her eyes at Sharon and then went to push past her to leave the greenhouse. She came for fresh air but instead was bombarded with pesky felines. She would find solace elsewhere.
Sharon stared at her. Laura had never made sense to her, this girl who moved like a predator, yet never struck. The other ferals were not always easy to understand, but they were free with their laughter or castigations. Not Laura. What cues she gave were subtle and rare. To Sharon, reading her motives was like trying to grasp smoke. She could only guess, and the lack of certainty tightened like a fist around her heart.
Liam did not seem to recognize the danger. For reasons Sharon did not understand he considered Laura a friend. Yet here she was, free when he was not, refusing to answer questions as to how this had occurred. Why would she not speak of him and the others? Why would no one tell her?
Sharon's hand shot out to grab Laura by the arm.
As soon as Sharon's hand grabbed her, Laura's survival instinct went into effect. Grabbing Sharon's arm with her other hand, Laura used Sharon's center of gravity against her and she dropped slightly and shoulder threw Sharon over her. Without letting go of Sharon's hand Laura twisted her arm until it laid across Sharon's chest and Laura was on top. Not enough to break it but enough pressure to make it hurt like hell. Her eyes were moist with tears she was fighting to hold back.
"I got lucky. And I ran. I ran like fucking hell through Canadian forest for hours and hours." She squeezed a bit harder on Sharon's arm before letting go and standing up. "They will be found." Laura said with confidence that made it certain.
Sharon stared up at the smaller girl, more stunned mentally than physically. The attack had been so fast she'd had no time to react. More, though, the sudden emotion in Laura's voice startled her. The vehemence there, and the shine in her eyes. Still flat on her back, Sharon swallowed hard.
"But they live?" she managed. There was just the slightest quaver to her voice.
"They live." Laura nodded and then moved so she wasn't standing over Sharon. "Now, I like to be alone. Please. I have no other answers to give that will satisfy anyone's curiosity."
The knot in Sharon's chest eased, and until that moment she hadn't realized how tight it had become. For a moment longer she just looked up at the other girl, expression unreadable as she processed the new information -- about the others, and about what she had just seen.
Then, without a word, she shifted into the form of a housecat, scrambled to her feet, and disappeared into the foliage of the greenhouse.
Laura watched as Sharon moved out of view but the greenhouse sanctuary idea had been ruined. She made her way out of the greenhouse and towards one of the patios. She just only hoped it would bring her a little solitude.
The mansion was safe, but she was avoiding people all together. They would want answers, but Laura didn't have much. She escaped and the survivors' guilt was overwhelming. So when dusk has fallen, Laura snuck out through one of the backdoors. The greenhouses weren't far and it was still within the compounds of the mansion. Reaching the door she let herself in the bigger one and was welcomed by the warmth inside.
If it was solitude Laura sought, she was about to be sorely disappointed. Seconds later the door opened again, the delay far too short to be coincidence. No, someone had clearly been following Laura, and was just biding their time to approach the girl in private.
Sharon shut the door behind her and drew herself up to her full, imposing height. There was to be no preamble. Tail rigid, she fixed her yellow eyes on Laura.
"Why are you here, and not the others?" she demanded.
Laura's dark eyes looked over at Sharon, unbothered that Sharon stood almost a foot taller than her. But the guilt intensified. "Go away Sharon."
"No. You will tell me." Her tail was swishing now, stiff and slow. "Is you who were there. Only you. Now you are free, and others are not. Why? Liam, Jessie, Kyle. The one of five." Sharon took a step forward, almost trembling with barely suppressed anger. "Explain. Explain why they were left behind."
Laura narrowed her eyes at Sharon and then went to push past her to leave the greenhouse. She came for fresh air but instead was bombarded with pesky felines. She would find solace elsewhere.
Sharon stared at her. Laura had never made sense to her, this girl who moved like a predator, yet never struck. The other ferals were not always easy to understand, but they were free with their laughter or castigations. Not Laura. What cues she gave were subtle and rare. To Sharon, reading her motives was like trying to grasp smoke. She could only guess, and the lack of certainty tightened like a fist around her heart.
Liam did not seem to recognize the danger. For reasons Sharon did not understand he considered Laura a friend. Yet here she was, free when he was not, refusing to answer questions as to how this had occurred. Why would she not speak of him and the others? Why would no one tell her?
Sharon's hand shot out to grab Laura by the arm.
As soon as Sharon's hand grabbed her, Laura's survival instinct went into effect. Grabbing Sharon's arm with her other hand, Laura used Sharon's center of gravity against her and she dropped slightly and shoulder threw Sharon over her. Without letting go of Sharon's hand Laura twisted her arm until it laid across Sharon's chest and Laura was on top. Not enough to break it but enough pressure to make it hurt like hell. Her eyes were moist with tears she was fighting to hold back.
"I got lucky. And I ran. I ran like fucking hell through Canadian forest for hours and hours." She squeezed a bit harder on Sharon's arm before letting go and standing up. "They will be found." Laura said with confidence that made it certain.
Sharon stared up at the smaller girl, more stunned mentally than physically. The attack had been so fast she'd had no time to react. More, though, the sudden emotion in Laura's voice startled her. The vehemence there, and the shine in her eyes. Still flat on her back, Sharon swallowed hard.
"But they live?" she managed. There was just the slightest quaver to her voice.
"They live." Laura nodded and then moved so she wasn't standing over Sharon. "Now, I like to be alone. Please. I have no other answers to give that will satisfy anyone's curiosity."
The knot in Sharon's chest eased, and until that moment she hadn't realized how tight it had become. For a moment longer she just looked up at the other girl, expression unreadable as she processed the new information -- about the others, and about what she had just seen.
Then, without a word, she shifted into the form of a housecat, scrambled to her feet, and disappeared into the foliage of the greenhouse.
Laura watched as Sharon moved out of view but the greenhouse sanctuary idea had been ruined. She made her way out of the greenhouse and towards one of the patios. She just only hoped it would bring her a little solitude.
