After what seems like forever, I am back into writing SK fanfic. This one has been kept short on purpose. It has virtually no plot, and revolves around one character. It has nothing to do with my current series, which I will get around to completing someday. I was depressed when I wrote this. Sorry.
Note: Some of this may seem illogical at first. There is another story which I am currently writing which will explain everything. It’s coming out soon. For now, if you’re extremely curious, E-mail me.
Ariel K. Clawson slowly walked down the empty hall, her footsteps causing resounding echoes in the empty hallway. She bit her lip hard, the blood flowing onto her tongue. She didn’t care, not anymore.
Her long blonder hair flowed around her shoulders. Once it had been beautiful, now it was a ragged clump due to lack of care. Her right paw was clenched tightly around the ten millimeter gun. It had been easy enough to obtain the weapon, a couple hundred dollars from the right people. She had connections.
‘Guess you’re not the sweet little angel you used to be, Ariel.’ She thought to herself. A smile slowly appeared on her face, then was gone as her train of thought changed tracks.
Quickening her pace, she found her locker. Even in the dark, she was able to work out the combination and opened it. Taking her test pad from inside, she tore out one sheet. Slamming the locker shut, she began to walk out of the locker room.
When she reached the large oak door, she pushed it open and walked out into Megakat City. The moon was high, and the city skyline was ‘The most romantic in the world’ according to Alexander.
Alexander. His voice kept echoing in her head, he kept asking the same question over and over again. And she answered yes again and again. She had found no other alternative, and the pain and grief led her to the here and now.
Ariel knew of many places in the city suitable for an occasion such as this. Right now she was only concerned about the nearest one. She couldn’t take any more of the pain. Looking towards the city, she wondered why she even bothered to hold out for this long. It had been a month, and she hadn’t been able to think of anything else but the accident. She just couldn’t find it in herself to blame the other driver. Alcohol had its effects.
Consolation was impossible, either by her mother or father. She had found only one alternative.
Turning left, she closed her eyes for a moment, and reflected back on all the memories. The two hundreds years of waiting, just to die at the paws of her own father. The rebirth, then the next sixteen years spent in bliss with Alexander. Their first kiss, their inseparability. It seemed like only yesterday.
Opening her eyes, she watched a few cars pass by her, and the first few drops of rainfall fell on her hair. Shrugging, she continued walking.
Felina was tired. Her uncle had tried to go easy on her recently, since the death of her son. She had, no matter how hard she tried, not been able to get over it.
Even more devastated was Ariel, who was with him at the time of the crash. Feral had immediately thrown the driver into jail. But that was no relief for any one of the Furlongs and a certain member of the Clawsons. Sympathy just wasn’t enough.
As she sat at her desk, she saw Sergeant Wilkins walk in with a folder under his arm. She waited patiently for him to come to the desk, and when he did, he put the folder down on the desk with a plop.
‘What is it now?’ Felina asked exasperatedly.
‘She-kat killed herself near Madison and West.’
‘It wasn’t pretty, I can tell you that much. We’ve got the file right there.’
‘She wasn’t carrying ID, but she did have a ring around her finger. That, besides her clothes, was the only thing she was wearing.’ He held up a small plastic with a thin gold band inside. ‘Take it.’
‘Thank you.’ Felina said. He nodded and left. Felina didn’t bother to open the file, but a small piece of paper stuck out from the edge. Curiosity overcame her as she took the paper, which had been torn from a school exercise book, and read it.
To whomever shall find this letter.
Should you be an Enforcer officer, you now have a suicide case on your paws. Should you be a normal citizen, call the Enforcers.
I am sorry. Truly sorry. To my mother, who I hope will not follow in my footsteps, I pray that you will be able to cope, now that I am dead. Make sure father knows, and that he doesn’t do anything stupid. Being a SWAT Kat has its many responsibilities.
Alexander has been on my mind since the accident. I can think of nothing more than him, and just how unfair it was that he was gone. So, I followed him. The weapon you shall find with one bullet missing. Obviously, it will be found in my skull. Or if it has cleared my head, look for it in the alley. It’s bound to be somewhere.
As a final note, I’d prefer a burial. I hate cremations. Yours.
And her name, signed Ariel K., was at the end.
Felina sat motionless for a while before standing up and walking to where Sami was sitting.
‘Sami, can we talk?’
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