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“Kitty,” I groaned, “Just come here please!”
I stretched my fingers out, the little creature only doing as much as a meow. I bit down on my lip, sighing out. How did I even get here? I was currently standing on a two story ledge, only about a few centimeters out from the window might I add, and this stupid, cute little fur ball of a cat was stuck on the archway right above me! I just wanted to help get him down, it was late and dark and scary and I was supposed to be home by now, but nope, I had to rescue some blue mat of a cat.
And not to mention I was alone. Which, of course, was just perfect. All I’ve ever seen on the news anymore was some creepy murderer guy in our town preying on people alone still on the streets, it was terrifying. I was just walking by and saw the sleeping animals in the pet store window, so naturally I had to stop for a good ten minutes to watch them sleep because, well, come on, sleeping kittens.
And then I just heard a cry and saw one of them escaped, and one thing led to another and now I’m here, risking my life in more ways than one to get this stupid little cat who didn’t want to move.
“Oh come on!” I groaned out, whining to myself.
“Oi lady, what do you think you’re doing?”
I shrieked, nearly falling off my ledge at that voice. I held onto the brick wall, looking down to a black figure below me on the streets. Jesus, why was it so dark? And who the hell was that?
“Hey, are you breaking into that store?” He asked, and I saw his dark eyes gleaming from the moonlight.
“What?” I breathed, “No!”
“Then the apartment above?” He questioned next, sounding bored.
I hissed out, my nails starting to bend on the brick, and wow what a terrible time to be wearing heels! “No!”
Oh dear God, the figure was moving closer now. It was him! The freaking psycho murderer guy! Oh god oh god, what do I do? Don’t freak out Lucy!
And I didn’t. At least, until my heel broke.
I screamed, slipping off the ledge and crashing my body onto the sidewalk, rolling around. I ground out a groan, biting down on my lip with a whimper.
Okay. That hurt. I pushed myself up, my skin burning and remembered then that there was a murderer currently standing next to me. I hurried up to my feet, cringing at the sting of pain and nearly fell over again without a heel.
“What the hell-”
“Get away from me!” I shrieked.
I couldn’t see. The streetlights were flickering and I’m pretty sure I saw black orbs floating in my eyes, but that might of been the trick of the nonexistent light. I turned and bolted down the street, searching for literally anything to help me.
“Hey stop! Stop running!” He yelled behind me.
Okay yeah, I was just gonna listen. Sure.
It wasn’t like I was going very far, I still had one heel so I was probably waddling like a penguin right now, so if he wasn’t able to catch up then he really shouldn’t be in this kind of profession to catch people.
“Hey! Stop right now or I take you down!” He threatened, as soon as I reached a crossroads.
I finally took a glance behind me and hesitated, a breath catching in my throat. He had a gun?!
I whipped around, facing him jogging up to me. I mean it was holstered, but…wait, why would a murderer have a gun holster? He finally caught up, only a few paces away from me, and sighed out, looking more annoyed than tired.
“C'mon lady, put your hands behind your head.” He told me, holding a pair of handcuffs.
I let the loudest, most relieved laugh fly out of my mouth. “Holy shit. You’re a cop.”
He gave me an obvious look. “Yeah. Now show me your hands.”
“You’re not a murderer!” I laughed, jumping in place.
I came over before he could say anything else and hugged him tightly, feeling him just stand there.
“Are you drunk?” He asked me as I pulled away.
I shook my head, “No!”
He still gave me a look, then tugged at both of my hands, “Okay, I think I need to take you in.”
“Woah woah, what?” I blurted, feeling him tie hands behind my back. “Why?”
“Well, last time I checked trying to break into any store or building is technically illegal so.” He shrugged, tightening the cuffs.
“Ow,” I pouted, turning back to him, “And I wasn’t breaking in! I swear officer…”
I glanced down. “Dragneel.”
It’s okay, I’ve sweet talked my way out of many tickets, this should be no problem. Oh, and yeah, also because I didn’t do it.
“I’m sure you weren’t.” He said.
“I wasn’t!” I defended, stepping up to him with big eyes, “Honest. I was just looking at the kittens and I saw one up on the ledge so I tried to save it-that’s it!”
“Why did you run then?” He questioned, not looking very amused.
I leaned in to whisper, “You know about the shady guy around town killing people, I didn’t know who you were. Hey I still don’t know who you are,” I said, backing up a step.
He rolled his eyes, “I didn’t see any cat.”
I gaped at him, feeling him take my arm back down the street. I protested more, but he didn’t seem convinced. Jeez, not even when I flirted with him. What kind of guy was this?? He just brushed me off!
I sighed out, dragging my feet and limping towards what was probably his police car. I sucked on my teeth, annoyed, before a flash of blue caught my eye.
“Oh hey! Look! There! The cat!” I blurted, stomping my foot down to nodding towards the alleyway.
He stopped and glanced my way, watching the same blue cat now on top of a trash can.
“He was the one on the ledge, I swear!” I pleaded, hopping up and down on my heels. Well, heel.
“Huh…” He said, strolling over towards the cat.
“Look I’ve been in that store before, it’s where I got my dog and it’s running out of business, which means all the cute little animals will be put to sleep. I just wanted to save one at least.” I sighed.
He gave me a look, actually seeming sympathetic for once and slowly approached that cat. He let him sniff his finger, before petting him and picking him up.
“Well I don’t doubt that all the animals there need help, but I still have my suspicions about you.” He said, smiling at me.
I scoffed, gaping again as he pet the cat, letting him rub himself under his chin. He took my arm again, leading me back to his car and opened the back door.
“Are you serious? Do I look like a pet store robber to you?” I snapped, feeling him push me inside.
“Hm. Not really.” He shrugged, walking around to the driver side.
I let my head fall back to the headrest, groaning out. “Why don’t you go do something useful and catch a murderer hanging around town? Instead of arresting innocent girls trying to save lost animals?”
He closed himself in and placed the cat in the passenger seat, buckling him in. “I am doing something important. I’m actually giving this lost animal a home.”
I rolled my eyes, my wrists starting to hurt. “Whatever. I saved him first.”
He started up the car and began cruising down the street, looking at me in the rear view mirror. “Really? I don’t remember you falling down on your ass with a cat in your arms.”
I shot him a look, “*You know what you little-”
He turned on his police siren, cutting me off and I heard him laugh. “Sorry what was that? I couldn’t hear you!”
I shook my head, banging my head to the seat again. “How do you have a badge.”
I saw him grin, a big toothy, crooked smile that honestly didn’t make me as mad as I thought it would. “Connections.”
I exhaled, hearing him suddenly turn on some of the weirdest music I have ever heard before, while driving literally 10 miles per hour down an empty road, and my cat buckled in the seat next to him. All I wanted was to save a animal.
What was the world coming too.