Kitty McLain (rhapsodyinred) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-09-06 21:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-07-26 |
He who hits the road's the one who lives
Who: Kitty
Where: Ad Gustum
When: Early Afternoon
Try as she might, there was just no way for Kitty to rush learning magic. She could sit and study the book for hours, but she quickly learned that the more advanced spells were either going to fail completely or knock her on her ass. Since she didn't want to try and explain how she'd set herself on fire-- or something equally bizarre and painful-- she stuck to trying out the smaller stuff. It was exciting to be able to do anything at all, but it was also a downer, since it was a long way off from breaking her out.
Laying on her bed, Kitty studied the book Kumiko had given her while her finger traced over her most recent scar. If she had a little bit of vampire blood, she knew it would fade almost instantly, but it was unlikely Lex would randomly feed her some without causing her to need it in the first place. Bastard. She couldn't wait for the day when she could fire back at him with magic, and make him think twice about attacking her.
Click.
Kitty looked up as the door swung open, quickly sliding her book under her pillow. The last thing she needed was someone seeing what she'd gotten her hands on and have it taken away. She sat up as she waited, but no one entered, the door still ajar. Out in the hallway, Kitty heard noise, and after a moment's hesitation, she rose to her feet to see what was going on. Pulling the door the rest of the way, she saw the retreating form of a tall blond man methodically unlocking doors as he moved down the hallway. From those he'd already passed, people were running from, frantic to get away from their cell.
"Holy shit." Was this really happening? Kitty pinched her arm as hard as she could, but the pain was real. Dream or not, she should still take advantage of the situation, even if it got her thrown back in only moments later.
Kitty bolted from her cell, only making it a few steps before running back in and grabbing the book beneath her pillow. She'd need this if she got out-- when she got out, to protect herself from ever being trapped again. With the spellbook in hand, she took off running, remembering the steps she'd taken the few time she'd been allowed to wander the halls. As soon as she made it to an upper floor, she let out a little whoop of praise. Daylight! At least that was on her side. Lex was most likely asleep, and even if woken she would still have the upper hand. Not that he was her only adversary in this place.
It was clear in passing that Kitty was the most well treated of the slaves, as those that passed her were both malnourished and ragged. The frenzy they created was a bonus, as they attracted more attention to themselves, going door to door and tugging on the handles, banging on windows, looking for any way out and taking it. Kitty, on the other hand, was on a mission, and walked out a side door as if she belonged there.
Then she ran.
It didn't matter where she got to, so long as she got away from that place. She only looked back once, to try and fit the appearance of the building into her memory, but the last thing she wanted to do was spend too much time there and get caught. Already she could hear fighting behind her, likely from slaves too weak to do much more than kick and scream back. Their distraction was her escape. When she could no longer see Ad Gustum behind her, she finally took a breath, yet she still didn't feel safe.
Home. That's where she needed to get to. To her house, where she could lock herself in and arm herself with silver. Home, where she could shower and dress in private, then hide away in a dark corner. They would come for her, she was sure of that, so in the mean time the best she could do was prepare.
It was a shorter distance than she expected it to be. All this time, she'd been trapped only miles from her house. She could have flown home in minutes; the only thing that stopped her was the vulnerability it created upon shifting back. As she stepped up on her porch, Kitty turned the handle of the front door. "Fuck. FUCK." Of course she didn't have a key. She didn't have anything. Sighing, she circled around to the back of the house.
"Screw this." Dropping the spellbook on the ground, she shifted into her raven form. With a little hop, she took to the air, rising up above the roof, then landing on the chimney. While she would have preferred the front door, this would have to do. Without a second thought, she dove down the chimney, then flew out into her living room below, landing nude on her feet a second later. Covered in soot, she decided a shower was first business, and as the water poured down on her she let herself cry. She was free. Finally free.