Thread:Pommy Pyro/@comment-35871510-20180808192312

Iggy scrambled out of Sophie's room, down the stairs, and into jeopardy.

Sophie walked out of her room and sat at the top of the staircase as she watched Iggy half fly, half run, half fall down the stairs. Then she saw the cat. She looked at Iggy who was too busy rejoicing his freedom to see the danger he was in. Sophie got up and sprinted down the stairs to Iggy, trying to get to him before anything else could. That was a fatal mistake. As Sophie was running down the stairs, she tripped on her own two feet and tumbled down half of the stairs. By the time she regained her composure, Iggy was staring at the cat, completely still.

The cat was staring at Iggy.

Sophie had hope that Edaline had locked the cage correctly, and that Iggy would be safe.

The cat tapped the door of the cage and it swung open.

No use.

Sophie had hope that the cat would just look down at its food bowl and decide not to leave its cage.

The cat stepped out of the cage.

No use.

The cat suddenly lunged for Iggy, and Iggy made an attempt to fly out of the cat's range. Sophie didn't know what to do, so in that moment she did the only thing she could think of: she used telekinesis to blast Iggy up and out of the cat's range. The adrenaline pumping through her, she couldn't tell exactly what happened in that moment. She had the highest of hopes though.

Sophie rejoiced! Iggy was safe and hovering in the air while the cat had a fit trying to jump up and grab Iggy. Huzzah! All is well!

Sophie made Iggy hover over to her, the cat followed. Once Iggy got to Sophie, she quickly cradled him in her hands and ran up into her room before the cat could hurt the frightened imp.

She quickly shut the door to her bedroom and set Iggy down on top of Ella the Elephant. Sophie sat on her bed and finally let go of that breath she'd been holding since she fell down the stairs. She looked at Iggy and decided to give him a treat. She walked over to her desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a bag full of dried out apples. Sophie never knew why Iggy loved dried apples so much. She did know, though, that he looked cute when he ate them. He always made these cute gurgling noises when he was done. Then he would lay on his back and wiggle his tiny toes in the air... then he would lose all his cuteness and do an Iggy fart.

Sophie pulled out an apple slice and waved it around Iggy. He didn't jump up and snatch it out of her hand. He usually did. Odd. Even weirder: he seemed to be in a fetal-like position. Sophie's eyes widened. "No..." she mumbled. She put the apple down and took Iggy in her hands. He was breathing... but it seemed labored.

"That doesn't make any sense!! No! NO! I SAVED you! You're not cut, or bleeding, or anything!!" Iggy seemed disgruntled by her outburst and pulled into an even tighter ball.

Sophie looked at his tiny face: Not cut, not bleeding, not anything.

She looked at his back: Not cut, not bleeding, not anything.

She looked at his little stomach: Not cut, not bleeding, not anything.

Sophie wondered why he was acting so strange. She wondered and wondered until she shifted Iggy onto her other hand. Her other hand came back with red drips slowly sliding down her arm. Sophie panicked. She ran with Iggy in her hands to her parent's room. she banged on the door as loud as she could, as fast, and as urgent as she could, crying, yelling for help. The cat was watching curiously at the bottom of the stairs. Sophie thought some words to the cat that she would surely get in trouble for if said. The door swung open and she thrust Iggy into Edaline's hands. "HE'S BLEEDING!" Edaline rushed down to the kitchen, took out some supplies and got to work. In the mean time, Grady called Dex and told him to come over. He was always with Iggy after all.

Twenty minutes later.

Dex, Edaline, Grady, and Sophie are piled in the kitchen, watching Iggy. Edaline had told them the bad news: "Iggy was cut between his legs. He already lost too much blood. He will bleed until he-" Everyone waved their hands to silence her. While Grady and Edaline comforted the distressed kids the best they could, Iggy was laboriously breathing.

Sophie couldn't handle it. Knowing Iggy was in severe pain, bleeding. She told Grady to put him out of his misery.

Sophie fed Iggy one last apple slice.

Dex washed Iggy's last fur dye out.

Edaline rubbed his head one last time.

Grady went outside and did the deed.

Sophie heard a pained cry. A yell that only an animal could give out. It turned into a gurgle, then a faint whimper, then no sound at all.

Sophie burrowed her head between Dex's neck and shoulder, and wailed.

Hollered,

Cried.

For her first and only pet in the Lost Cities

Was dead.

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Sophie went outside with the cat and splashed cold water on it for revenge. 