About This Series

Gabriela turned out to be one of the best loved series that I originally started writing in September of 2012. Each episode received over 100 comments and over 1000 views. However, Hubpages.com didn't appreciate the content of these and started what I consider to be completely unfair moderating. So, you will see two pages of this series. On the Pt. 1 Page, the initial first two episodes of the series (which were intended to be humorous) followed by the first two episodes of the Demon Cat Halloween Series (which were Horror tales). As more and more moderating was targeted against the series, I moved the next three parts to this blog for release, prior to Halloween 2012. Only recently have I decided that they all needed to be present in one home. So, I have moved them here, as Hubpages.com has become a place for those that specialize in stealing articles from cookbooks and encyclopedias, and couldn't figure out how to write creatively if their lives depended on it. I hope you enjoy the series!

Friday, April 19, 2013

Halloween Tales From A Demon Cat.... Part #2

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The Demon Cat Speaks Again

"Well, are you ready for another story?"

It was the voice of my demon cat, Gabriela, behind me.

If you're not aware, Gabriela had told me a terrible horror story that had been relayed to my readers a few nights back. She had relished in the accolades she received and knew that her public was demanding more from her. She was also aware of my resistance to type another horror story.

I turned towards her and sarcastically replied, "Have you got a funny one this time?"

"If the people wanted something funny, they'd read one of your poems! No. I am only offering what the people want this time of year. If you're ready to keep them as readers, you might just want to get those ugly fingers of yours typing."

Having little option, I turned back to my keyboard and began to type her words as she presented them.
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Peace, Love, Death

In the 60's, I enjoyed my second life for the first few years. My owner was a free spirited girl named Meg. She was 16 years old and loved to experiment with different types of drugs. She'd drink and pass out. Smoke and nod out. And, for some reason, would trip and freak out. Regardless of her state of being, she was always kind to me, ensuring fresh food and water daily, and petting me endlessly.

As you can tell, I had it good. That is, until the day she started using drugs with El Musica Man.

El, Schmell, the guy was an idiot. He had been her supplier for quite sometime. I watched him one night after she'd passed out and her roommate, Janet, had gone to the kitchen for a soda. He took advantage of her absence as Meg slept. Hands roaming, he rubbed areas that I knew he needed to stay away from.
I hissed at him once. He laughed at me and really got me mad. Just as I was ready to let him feel the sharpness of my claws against his face, his opportunity to feel Meg up ended.
Janet had returned. "Lucky for him!" He slid back down to the bean bag and pretended to be completely innocent.
The pervert!

One evening El Puke-O brought over some white powder. It looked like that stuff they sometimes would inhale up their nose and then pet and play with me for hours. He took out a spoon, sprinkled in a small amount of the powder, and mixed in some water. Then, he took out his lighter and held it under the spoon until the water started bubbling. He filled up a needle half way with the hot liquid and stuck it in his arm.

Out of his mouth came the most intelligent thing I ever heard him say, "Wow!"

He lay back, smile on his face, and closed his eyes... for the last time.

Both girls thought El Puke-O was pulling a fast one. Giggling, they both started kissing his neck to get a rise out of him, but to no result. It was then they noticed he'd stopped breathing.
Panic struck. Two hippie girls, an apartment full of dope, and a dead body! No way to call the cops or an ambulance, unless they wanted to go to jail for the rest of their lives. Freaks and flower children were not given an inch of leeway. Their future, or hopes of one, only left them one form of recourse.

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Personally, I'd have dumped his body down the steps into the alley. But, Meg didn't think that way. The girls filled up a couple of pillowcases with clothes and stuff they thought they'd need and quickly left.

"Hey, whatta 'bout me?"

After a couple of minutes I heard running up the stairway. The door opened, Meg rushed in, grabbed me, stuck me atop the clothes in a pillowcase, and off we went. I knew she wouldn't forget me!

We walked for days, hitchhiking whenever possible. The weather had gotten extremely hot and the bugs were buzzing all around. I'd heard the destination, Florida, mentioned. Yet, from their conversations, I knew it was still a long way off.

"Welcome to Georgia" I'd heard Janet say to Meg earlier in the afternoon.

The pillowcase had become an oven and I'd struggled to get out. Finally, Meg stopped, tied a string around my neck (I offered no resistance as it was such a relief to be free) and I walked alongside of them. God, I felt like a dog!
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A now overcast sky hide the sun setting when the pick-up truck stopped ahead. Meg and Janet ran towards it thankful to be getting a ride. I was yanked along like a second thought. We'd have to talk about that in the future.

The passenger door was thrown opened up as they rushed to the truck. They tossed their pillowcases in the bed and climbed in without care, Janet first and then Meg. I jumped into the floorboard before the door quickly slammed shut almost catching my tail.

"Damn it, Meg! Remember, I'm here too! Watch it!"

As the truck pulled away, the mood quickly went from one of happiness to one of ominous dread. The driver was a middle aged man who'd obviously forgotten what a bath was. He wore one of those baseball type hats with a big "G" on it. His T-shirt needed a washing, and his blue jeans were oily and greasy, like the work boots he wore.

I think what first gave the girls warning was his foreboding mood. One word answers to their questions, completely solemn in nature, and his zombie stare aimed straight ahead as he drove. He even made me nervous.

The floorboard was stuffy. I jumped up in Meg's lap to catch a breeze. His window was open, but when Meg reached to roll hers down, she discovered the handle was missing. So was the one for the door. The driver then pulled off the main road and headed down a dirt one.
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Janet ordered him to let them out. Being ignored, she started making threats about yanking the wheel and wrecking them. He took his right hand off the steering wheel, gave her a cold stare, and smashed his elbow against her face. Blood shot out of her broken nose. As she leaned forward in pain, he repeated the elbow action, catching her again in the face.

I jumped off Meg's lap to the floor as a shocked Meg grabbed hold of her unconscious friend. The truck turned onto even a more narrow dirt road, traveled ahead for five minutes, and finally stopped next to a swamp bog.

I'm not going into all the details as to what happened. You've seen enough movies to imagine it for yourself. I will say he first pulled out Janet's limp body, and made sure she'd never wake up again. Then, fighting for her life, Meg was pulled out.

I'd jumped out clawing at his face. This guy's strength was unbelievable, though, and I found myself thrown against a tree trunk next to the water. As I watched, stunned and in great pain, he did the worst imaginable to Meg. Then, he rolled over, grunted a couple of times, and fell asleep under the dark clouds above.
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I'm not sure when I noticed Meg calling my name, as I was pretty well out of it. Slowly coming to my senses, I suddenly noticed a huge predator's mouth of teeth within a couple of feet.
"Jump, Gabriela, Jump" Meg screamed!
I jumped out of the way just as jaws snapped closed inches from me. Backing away, it lunged again. Again, Meg's voice had yelled for me to jump. Over and over this was repeated this until my tail touched the foot of the monster that had brought us here. One last lunge and I again jumped out of the way as the alligator's jaws closed tight on the foot of our attacker.

I don't know what was going through his mind upon wakening. Nor, do I know what went through his mind as the alligator began a death roll and ripped off his foot. Nor, do I know what he thought when he rolled over and over towards the bog in agony, only to find another alligator waiting.

I do know I enjoyed every second of it!

The rains started almost immediately. My body ached terribly. I laid down next to Meg and slept.
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Final Words

"So, did Meg get rescued?" I asked.

"No, he'd strangled her. She was dead." Gabriela responded.
She'd said she heard her voice calling her. I knew better than to pursue that any further.

"Well, did someone come and find you?" I questioned, beginning to feel frustrated with Gabriela's whimsical attitude.

"No. More alligators came and had a feeding frenzy. They ate everything" she replied.

"Well, how did you survive?" I had to know.

"I didn't. I had three broken ribs that'd punctured my lungs. I died next to Meg and was eaten by the alligators. It was the second time I'd died." she said with a slight smile.

"Wait a minute. The second time?" This was getting ridiculous.

"There's a curse that punishes cats for eating human flesh. I keep coming back after I die. Things don't change though. My owners keep meeting strange fates" she said eerily, right before curling up in her bed and closing her eyes.

"Have all your masters met with violent deaths?" I had to know, seeing how I was her current owner!

Gabriela opened one eye, raised her head a hair, and said with a smile, "Maybe you'll find out next time."

Next time? I guess only the future will give the answers.

Or, should I even ask?.

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1 comment:

  1. Is she part of the put rich in the ground program?