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katleeptTitle: "Yowling Grieving"
Author: Pirate Turner
Dedicated To: My beloved Midnight and Fonzie, whom I shall always miss and love
Rating: PG-13
Summary:
Warning: Drabblish
Word Count: 167
Date Written: 11 April, 2012
Disclaimer: Selina "Catwoman" Kyle is © & TM DC comics, not the author, and is used without permission. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
She wants only to be forgiven as tears streak down her forlorn face and she bends over the knife. It's the knife she used do the unthinkable, but there was no other way. They may have been able to live, but if they had, they would have only continued be racked by the pain engulfing them until the disease had claimed their lives as well. What they had was not life but a slow, cruel Hell from which she freed them.
She sobs. She yowls. She cries. She thinks of thrusting the knife through her own heart, but it is the babies still living and twining around her shaking body that gives the Catwoman the strength to pull through so that she may rescue other lives before it is too late for them as well. And as she cries and her cats edge the knife out of her hands to fall harmlessly beside her knees, Selina realizes it's not forgiveness she wants. It's just her babies back.
The End
Author: Pirate Turner
Dedicated To: My beloved Midnight and Fonzie, whom I shall always miss and love
Rating: PG-13
Summary:
Warning: Drabblish
Word Count: 167
Date Written: 11 April, 2012
Disclaimer: Selina "Catwoman" Kyle is © & TM DC comics, not the author, and is used without permission. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
She wants only to be forgiven as tears streak down her forlorn face and she bends over the knife. It's the knife she used do the unthinkable, but there was no other way. They may have been able to live, but if they had, they would have only continued be racked by the pain engulfing them until the disease had claimed their lives as well. What they had was not life but a slow, cruel Hell from which she freed them.
She sobs. She yowls. She cries. She thinks of thrusting the knife through her own heart, but it is the babies still living and twining around her shaking body that gives the Catwoman the strength to pull through so that she may rescue other lives before it is too late for them as well. And as she cries and her cats edge the knife out of her hands to fall harmlessly beside her knees, Selina realizes it's not forgiveness she wants. It's just her babies back.
The End
