FIRST MOMENTS ; ;
“Is she okay?” a weak voice creaked out through the swirling pitch black darkness and relentless beeping of noisy machines.
Another voice cut through the darkness, this one sounded harsher and not near as soft and welcoming as the voice before, “She’ll be fine, she’s a beautiful young girl!” said a large man who was holding a tiny, and more or less bald, baby.
The baby wriggled around a little in the man’s arms in its own feeble attempts to escape the clutches of the harsh sounding man and to reach the voice of the kind sounding voice. The man barely noticed as he carefully handed the baby to a nearby nurse before quietly leaving the room. As the baby touched the cold Latex gloved hands of the baby the small baby let out a loud howl in discomfort to the chilling cold of the Latex.
The nurse took the baby to a nearby crib and gingerly lay her down before going to help the mother. “Are you okay M’am?” whispered the kind nurse. The baby gave a moan in reply to the nurse’s voice, but then went to sucking on its newfound paw.
There was no reply by the mother, nor would there ever be as the line on the heart monitor went flat and a loud, harsh, endless beep was released from the machine. The baby started to scream at this harsh and unforgiving noise combined with the frightful and frantic sound of the nurse howling, “DOCTOR!! DOCTOR!!” as the she ran through the halls.
A few weeks later the small baby opened its eyes. She suckled her paw as she looked around the room. It was a huge room with an ornately decorated ceiling. There was a mobile that caught her glimmering eyes. The mobile had a rainbow little stars dangling from strings that were tied to thin white sticks that had branched off from a light blue glowing moon. At the sight of this the baby removed the paw from her mouth and began to coo gently. She giggled and pawed at the stars as they spun around her head.
At the sound of the baby a nanny burst though the large oak doors that guarded the entrance to the nursery. She was tall and wearing blue slacks and a black tee-shirt that was embezzled with flowers that glittered in the sunlight as her shirt moved. The baby was mesmerized by the glittering and immediately forgot all about the mobile which was still spinning above her head.
“Hannah!” The nanny called softly. “Go tell Mr. Lily that his daughter is awake and has opened her eyes,” she said softly with a great smile on her face.
As the nanny finished her sentence a squeal could be heard along with the sound of paws on a hardwood floor as Hannah rushed off to Mr. Lily’s office.
The nanny bent over and carefully picked up the small pup and cradled her in her arms. The nanny’s fuzzy arms were comforting to the small baby as she sat in the nanny’s arms contentedly cooing and playing with the nanny’s long blond braid that hung over her shoulder. “You’re a special pup, aren’t you?” asked the nanny in a thrilled tone of voice. “Yes, you are, Tiger, such a special pup!” She continued cooing to the cub. Little did she know how dreadfully true she was.
Mr. Lily stumbled into the room, he was tall and would be very handsome aside from his most frazzled appearance. He was wearing a suit with his undershirt hanging out from under his coat so that he had a “tail” in a matter of speaking. His black suspenders dangled from his waist so far that they reached his knee. Long black, scraggly hair hang out from under his dashing hat which was placed on his head crookedly and was beaten and battered after many hits from his fist.
He pulled a crooked and drunk looking smile as he stumbled towards Tiger. He reached out his arms and grasped at her, but the nanny pulled Tiger away sharply.
“No Mr. Lilly, sir. I can’t let you take the cub when you’re drunk like you are! I know things have been ruff for you lately Mr. Lily, but you need to pull yourself together!! You’re a father now, and your baby needs you!” The nanny growled at him harshly.
Mr. Lilly nodded, but obviously none of it had set in as he once again staggered towards the wide-eyed baby.
The nanny gently held the baby out and snapped “Look, but DO NOT touch!”
Mr. Lily was taken aback by that and he retorted in slurred speech with “You….d-d-d-doooo N-N-NOT…gett t-t-t-t-toooo…whaat wasss I saying?” he leaned in over Tiger and began breathing heavily.
Lily stared at the horrid, twisted, and drunk face of the man standing over her. The pungent odor of alcohol hit Lily’s face, it was sharp, and sour, and reeked, and burned all at the same time. It was not something Lily enjoyed at all and so, in her own retort she screamed and clawed at his face in an attempt to get the horrid man away.
Mr. Lily yanked his head back and pulled a very undignified look before wordlessly storming out of the room.
“I agree with you,” the nanny reassured as she held Lily tightly.
CHILDHOOD ; ;
A stream babbled along over rocks and under boughs as it pushed its way forward. Tiger watched serenely as a little minnow pushed its way up stream against the current. “You can do it,” she whispered kindly as breeze blew past rustling the limbs of the oak trees and throwing green patterns all across the forest floor. Tiger grinned sweetly as a blue butterfly brushed past, its wing touching the tip of her nose. She didn’t know why, but foggy blue butterflies followed her wherever she went. “And what do you want my blue…colored……friend…?” she said in a failed attempt to create a clever name for the butterfly. “Yeah that’s all I got,” she muttered to herself in a joking manner.
The butterfly, however, only replied by drifting off to wherever the next gust of wind took it.
“TIGER!!! You have a friend to see you!!” Tiger shuddered as her nanny’s shrill voice cut through the serenity of the burbling stream and the rush of the sweet and clear breeze.
“Coming, Karen!” Tiger replied in her usual sweet tone of voice. Tiger picked herself up off of her soft moss bed and began trotting home, over the stepping-stone rocks she hopped and through the cattle pasture, over the creek again, but this time it had widened to a river and thusly she had to use an old felled maple tree to close, over the barbed wire fence. It was a quick trot, it always amazed her how quickly she arrived back at her house when it sounded like such a long journey, but Tiger was fleet-footed and could practically fly over ruff terrain when she needed to.
Tiger arrived at her yard and ran up her patio stairs, her bare claws clicking on the weathered stairs. Tiger screeched to a halt mere inches before crashing into Karen.
Karen gave a glare, leaned over and whispered “Cutting it kind of close, aren’t you?” before perking up and cheerily saying, “Now, your friend Cody is here to see you! CODY!! Tiger’s out on the porch!!” Karen waited for a few moments until she saw Cody’s silver head stick out the door before she began slinking back indoors.
Cody was a handsome young kit with a silver pelt and soft black swirly markings. He always wore blue jeans, a tee-shirt, and a baseball cap for the team the “Cubs”.
“Hi, Cubby!!” Cody said cheerily with a flick of his ears as a fly buzzed by his head.
“Hi, Cody,” Tiger, or Cubby as she was called, mumbled as she stared at the weathered planks of wood and traced her foot around in circles over the surface of the patio.
“Ummm…I just came over to say hi, I was on my way home from helping my pa gather up some cattle that had gotten feisty, busted a fence, and escaped into that field there,” he said with his usual sweet yet strong southern accent. He then proceeded to point into the direction of the pasture which Tiger had come from.
“Oh. Yes. I was watching when they did that…” her voice drifted off as a butterfly fluttered past her head.
“Okay…” Cody began, I guess I’ll be going then…” Cody finished with a frown as he started down the porch stairs “Bye, Cubby.”
“Bye Cody,” Tiger replied quietly. Tiger watched slightly sadly as she watched Cody walk off down her driveway, a long gravel road. At the sight of this Karen busted out through the front doors and began scolding Tiger.
“Tiger! Why must you be so unfriendly!?!? The poor boy came over to see you, but you brushed him off like he wasn’t even here! Why do you do this to all of your friends that come over? It’s not at all poli--”
“It’s because I don’t have any friends!! They aren’t my friends!!” Tiger cut Karen out as large, salty tears welled up in her blue eyes. They both stood for a moment staring at each other sadly, yet defiantly. At last Tiger could not stand it any longer and ran off to her room, crying every step of the way.
TEENAGE YEARS ; ;
***WARNING*** The following content does get a bit violent, if it is too violent I will remove the content and edit it so that it is not so descriptive.
"KAREN!!! KAREN!!!!!!” a shocked and frightened voice resounded through the halls of the mansion. As tiger stared at a morbid sight that hung before her in her very room.
“Coming Tiger, Coming!” hollered Karen as she scuttled through the halls, her black dress and white apron fluttered as she ran. “Yes dea-” Karen froze mid-sentence at the murderous sight which she saw. It was a red squirrel that had its top half skinned and had its head nailed to the wall. Blood was smeared all over the walls and strange glyphs could be seen painted on the wall in the squirrel’s blood. “Tiger! What happened!?!?!” Karen yelled with shock and horror.
“WHAT!!! You think it was me??? I have no idea what happened! I wouldn’t hurt that poor thing for all the money in the world!” Tiger hissed as tears welled up in her eyes. “Please, Karen. Get it out of here. I can’t bear to see that poor thing hanging off the wall like that,” Tiger managed to choke out. Karen simply nodded and went to get a hammer so as to remove the nail in the wall. Tiger stared at the horrible glyphs, as she stared the glyphs seemed to change their shapes, the triangular glyphs turned into “S”s and the oval changed into a “P”.
“Don’t worry, Tiger. It’ll be alright dear,” At the sound of Karen’s voice Tiger gave a jump which pulled her put of the trance-like state which she had entered into.
“Do you think it was father…he was obviously drinking last night…” Tiger murmured whilst avoiding Karen’s eyes.
“No, dear. Your father has done some bad things after drinking, but never something as brutal and ruthless as this. It couldn’t be him.” She replied. “I bet one of those urchins from the slums got in last night since the screen door was open. I doubt whoever it was’ll dare to do it again,” Karen finished with a reassuring pat to Tiger’s shoulder.
But what happened on that day did not cease. Every week at least there was a new animal tacked up somewhere around the house, and every week there were more glyphs on the wall. No one ever knew what caused this strange phenomenon, but neither did they wish to know.
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