Chapter
1
An
Unusual Day
(Revised Version)
Ross’s day started quite normally. Wake up from the alarm,
hit snooze, wake up from the alarm, turn off, wake up from mom,
rush downstairs, devour breakfast, and get a lift to school.
Ross
was not a normal person. He was male, liked video games, slacked off in school
sometimes… but he was a cat. Most of the world in these days are feline and
canine superior, the animals weren’t too prejudice typically, there just faired
more cats and dogs. Ross didn’t need to wear clothes, as nudity wasn’t the same
as in humans; there wasn’t much to be exposed… that and the fact that animals
have much different views than humans. ‘You don’t need to look fancy all the
time, just when you need to look fancy.’
Ross wasn’t one of the popular kids at
school. He had just a few close friends he would hang out with. He was very
social, but he didn’t care too much what others thought of him, solving this
problem.
He brushed his bright yellow fur a bit, ate
breakfast, and rushed off to school. Nothing strange about the day so far had
happened. He finished a normal day of school, with his seven classes; all the
typical classes a school would have, but
with an extra class just for farming. The farming class’ origin isn’t
completely confirmed, but some believe that it started as a cruel joke, and
eventually lead to agriculture being a very important aspect on the newly
reigned Earth. After all six of his typical classes and farming, he took the
bus to a corner where a rundown movie rental place and a park met and walked
home casually with his friend Quincy.
When he got there, he pulled the hidden key
out from under a cheap porcelain garden ornament, and twisted the key. He
entered his home and it seemed rather quiet. No nagging mother to tell him to
fold his clothes and sort them or a father to tell him to mow the lawn. Ross
studied for some tests he would have tomorrow, napped, and read a documentary
on humans. It had been a few hours since he had gotten home and neither of his
parents being home made him a little nervous. This worried Ross quite a bit. He
fumbled around his room for his cell phone and attempted to call first his
mother, then father. No answer... he tried again with the same response; none.
This worried Ross even more. Time passed and he gained worry by the minute. It
was now 10:34 P.M. and Ross hadn’t heard a word from his mom since breakfast.
He wanted to sleep, but he knew he couldn’t… the anxiety kept him awake. He
started to pace, and then…
‘KNOCK’ Ross hesitated, hoping this could be
a sign of what was going on, then quickly remembered his parents had keys to
the door. ‘KNOCK’ He unsurely thought of who would be banging on the door this
late at night was confusing…could it be… ‘KNOCK’ Ross had a faint idea of what
might possibly be going on, but prayed it might not be true… ‘KNOCK!’ Again it
came, a quick bang and a retreat of the paw, more rough this time. Ross slowly
went to the door, and peeked out the window. From the look of the dark blue
outfit sleeked down and a slightly slanted matching hat on the head, he could
tell the knocked was a A.G.S. Agent, standing there, not looking to happy. (A.G.S
stands for Animal Governing Service, also known as the Agonizers.) The agent at
the door wasn’t here for a birthday party, unless it involved killing the
birthday animal with the giant gun in his hand. Ross walked backwards, not
thinking, but realizing that AGS agents didn’t exactly have the best reputation.
The AGS mostly showed up to your doorstep if
there’s a big governmental issue, and they weren’t the kindest about it. The
AGS agents, usually just referred to as the AGS seemed to be in charge of
things. The actual head of the nation Syrene was unknown to everyone except for
a few special AGS agents. The whole situation of the ruling of the nation of
Syrene was a bit mysterious and unusual, most of the citizens knew not too much
about the AGS other than the fact that they seemed rather dark, and didn’t know
too much about who the nation’s leader was. The truth was that long ago, when
the nation was forming from a few separate nations with power, Syrene’s
governmental stature seemed to get corrupt for reasons no one seemed to know.
Slowly and slowly the government leaders weren’t announced publicly, you’d have
to dig to find out info. The government ended up turning to secrecy, and none
of the citizens seemed to care, so Syrene slowly crumbled.
Ross didn’t know too much about the AGS
except for a phrase offered once by one of his friends Quincy: “Avoid if at all
possible.” Ross had heard all the terrible stories and rumors of what had
happened to victims of the government and couldn’t imagine what they might do
to him. He crept up his stairs, only grabbing a blue jacket, which held a small
electric knife in his pocket (these were a bit expensive) and a small piece of
bread he was planning on consuming while pacing. He then continued on his path
up the stairs, still trying to keep quiet. His tip-toe was stopped by the AGS
agent calmly informing anyone that may have been inside that he was calmly
going to bust down the door. This had the opposite effect of calm on Ross, and
he busted open a window on his stairs and continued to tumble out of it,
scratching his knee on the window seal, and barely shutting the window behind
him. He fell into a thorn bush very
conveniently planted against the wall and mumbled rude things under his
breath.
After
brushing his fur off a bit he stumbled about. After a few seconds of realizing
that the AGS agents had figured out where he was, he ran like heck in any
direction away from where he was. He ran. And he ran. And ran some more. And
ran some more after that. And he kept on running until he had ventured deeply
into the capital. The capital of -------- was a very large place, one of the
biggest cities on the New Earth. It was very roughly divided into “the outer
border”, “the capital boundaries”, and “the inner sanctum”.
He had started to begin getting tired when he
noticed that the AGS fleet had evolved to vehicles for their pursuit. Ross
groaned with agony and kept on running, ignoring the pain. He was decent with
quick runs, short distances using all of your might, but when it came to long
distances, he was pretty bad. The agents were slowly catching up and Ross
didn’t know if he could take anymore, when all of a sudden, he felt a sudden
burst of speed and felt the wind gush by his body. He was utterly confused, and
almost felt as if he had no control over his body. He looked backwards at the
AGS agents semi-far from him, and barely made out faces of anger, amazement,
confirmation, and amusement. He was utterly confused about the entire day and
just hoped it was all a bad dream he had yet to stop experiencing. But the
dream didn’t end. And he didn’t stop running… or was he? He noticed the lack of
thudding of his feet and once more looked at the ground to see why he didn’t
feel the thudding… and the answer was that he was even touching the ground. He
was flying. He ignored this fact and forced himself to discard it, and made his
goal to continue on and rest for the night. He had had a long day. Eventually
without his realization he began to run again. Due to the tiredness, he took
frequent stops to catch his breath and see his distance from the AGS fleet in
pursuit of him, realizing he had lost them some time back. Eventually he
decided to call it quits and turn in to somewhere with the look of not being
lived around. While looking, he was calmed down a bit by the cool air, calm
sounds of hovering vehicles casually strolling through the streets, and decided
to reason, which didn’t have a tangible end result. No explanations were
thought up to why he, a normal cat should be tracked down by the government and
then chased. Eventually he gave up his thought and looked again for a place to
spend the night. Deciding to have found a nice corner in an ally, inside a
strange deformation of a wall which could easily conceal him while giving him
room to see out of it and receive fresh air, he tucked himself into the strange
lodgings and slowly fell asleep picking apart the bread and eating it. He had
strange unexplainable dreams involving the letters ‘J’, ‘A’, ‘Z’, ‘R’, and ‘G’
cursing at him.
It seemed like he had only just dozed
off when he was awoken by a loud voice. Had someone found him?
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