Snow fell from the sky, landing on my fingertips, sending shivers through my arm. All the way into the back of my neck, shooting itself down my spine. Another winter is here, something that could kill many in one go, diseases stacking away on people, one after another. Bringing the very strong down to a knee, reaching into their brain and sending them into delusions.
As I continued to stare into the sky with drops of flakes hitting my face, I could hear people shouting from just nearby. Mister Reggy was cursing the gods above for this misfortune. His wife came down just recently with a disease, we all did what we could to help her. In the end, she lost her life to the disease. Some people didn't want to help, didn't want to catch what she could have, everyone here wants to live. To see the next day, the next summer. I watched as mister Reggy screamed and cried, hitting the ground in pain and suffering. The pain in his eyes made many people look and want to cry. Even I was not an exception to that, that night when she passed my tears knew no end until the brightness of the morning. She was a sweet lady, she helped me get accustomed to living like this. Living in tents, far out from the main city, away from the hustle and bustle, you can't even see a road nearby.
A yelling came out, not from mister Reggy but an unknown person, who has clothing, that made me want to throw up. Purple suit with strips of yellow, if it wasn't for the professional dressed body guards next to him I would think he was a clown. He yelled out to us all,"For all of you who do not leave in the matter of 15 minutes, I will have you all dead!" Many people looked over towards the sound making clown, wondering who this profound person is. Or what he could mean by this, the time to think became only a second as the guards raised their guns out towards us all. My heart started to pump non-stop, why, why is this happening?
What did we do to deserve this, many people who didn't want to fight immediately started grabbing their stuff to get out of here. I for one did so too, I packed and packed moving everything I could take with me. As some tears escaped from my eyes, gun shots ricketed outside, people's screams filled the air. The man in the purple suit yelled out, "Oops, it seems I've changed my mind!" I could feel my hands shake in horror, but I had no time to be a coward, throwing as many bags as I could filling my arms. Then getting myself ready to run for my life, towards the forest, my heart wanted to jump, as I took the chance to run away.
As I ran, the shots and gun fire never stopped, getting closer and closer to the tree line, something hit my leg. I fell into a stumble, with my leg bleeding out from a gunshot, tripping, stumbling, I wanted to yell. Nothing came out but inhuman sounds, my throat was too parched and dry from the bitter cold to make any normal sounding sounds. Looking back I could see mister Reggy on his knee, eyes cold as a man pointed his gun towards his head, I watched as it all happened, my heart sank. Running wasn't an option any more, looking down towards my leg. My only last option was to use magic, the only thing I have left, something I was told not to use from an early age. Hurling up the only magic I had, screaming in my head please take me anywhere but here! I don't want to die, I want to live!
The people got closer and closer to me, one picked their gun up pointing it right at me, horror dawned on me wondering if this was my end. Will I die here? Then in a quick short moment, I wasn't shot dead, I was on the side of a street. Far away from the destined death that would have awaited me if I did nothing like a coward. Looking around the street, it was dirty, but something that stood out to me was the neon signs that were plastered on every surface leaving no place untouched. It was much more different than where I was originally, as the rush of adrenaline started to fade I could feel the ripping hole in my leg where a bullet sat inside. Blood wouldn't stop rushing out, I threw my bags off of me, grabbing a shirt from inside. One thing I was told to do in an emergency was always put pressure on the wound first.
No one was a doctor, no one would treat us, no one would teach us how to take care of wounds. The wife of mister Reggy told me that usually putting pressure on the wound works a lot of the time. It was the only thing I could do at the moment, if I didn't die there, then it seems I'll die from this wound instead. My breath became more sharper after each breath, I felt weaker and weaker as red liquid seeped out from the wound. Keeping the pressure against it, was getting harder, I wasn't sure what to do, so I tried getting up from the ground. In hopes I could walk and find anyone that would help me. The difficulty of getting off the floor was like fighting to eat mister Reggy cooking. That sent me into a chuckle pain, walking down the street, no one was in sight. Like a waste land instead of a place people live, I tried to go into the buildings but I couldn't tell where the doors were. So I banged on many places where I thought there was a door. My vision became blurry as my head got lighter but I continued to walk, there was no stopping when death walked just behind me. Then came into view an actual door, something I could hope for. Immediately picking up my pace for, reaching it I banged out, with sounds that no human would make. The door felt like it would break beneath my pounding, until I heard a sound, a person!
"Alright, alright I'm coming!" I felt a wave of relief as the sound reached my ears, the door opened, but what I expected to be a person was not a person. Instead what met my eyes was an orange cat in a suit. Then the wave of pain finally reached its peak, I fell forward, next thing I know. I woke up in a bed, blinking a few times as I got myself accustomed to the unknown ceiling above me. Looking around, it was a dusty room, everything looked to be worn out. The bed creaked and croaked, as I raised up from the bed. I could hear papers being flipped, lifting the blanket, down below towards my leg. It was wrapped up in a bandage, looking back towards the door. I bite down hard thinking about who saved me, the person who put the effort into making sure I lived. Waiting was my only option. I would only be a nuisance if I got up and fell down and I do not wish to cause problems for this person.
As I turned down my curiosity, waiting and watching the door for any movement. Nothing happened for a long time, as I heard the paper be flipped and thrown. Time drifted for so long that more dust was able to settle down and make this place its home. Until finally the person I waited for stopped flipping through papers, I could not hear any footsteps. It sounded like they disappeared in an instant, then the door opened, appearing the orange cat.
Confusion was written on my face so much that the cat spoke and pointed it out, "Never seen a cat before?" The feeling of dread came upon me, yes I have seen humans with some animal things attached to them, but I have never seen an actually talking animal. Nothing like this, how could an animal speak is the question that ran through my head. As surprise shot a nerve, making my body flinch in surprise, I called out to the cat in a suit. "Ho-How can you talk?!" It, if I can call it a cat stared at me, seconds passed, its face never changing until it finally spoke out. "Just a lucky cat that was born with magic and intelligence." A few moments passed by, I knew that the cat was waiting for me to speak out to tell them. My mouth never open though, the shockingness that first struck me sent me out of it. "Well if you don't feel like saying anything, you don't have to, not yet, but I won't let you live here without paying."
The cat waited until I nodded, days passed with me in shambles, I was told to follow and learn. I'm still not used to it all but I have learned to pile files from importancy, or find clues that could help progress a case. Everything was new to me, who never had to do such work in my lifetime, except when I lived in the main central part of the city. The work I did there though could not compare to here. The hustling and bustle was not a thing, or me having to fight for food with other people in the graveyard of people. It was a new experience and a new chance to start anew. I took that chance by the fibers.
One day as I sorted out papers into the correct files, mister Orango, the orange cat, came over with an important question. "I believe it's bout time we register you into the system, then I can officially let you work here. Are you ready?" It was finally time, not too long ago right when I started working, mister Orango said that one day this would have to come. If I wished to use any of the tools, or even use magic, the horror in learning that if anyone learns I used magic I could be killed sent shivers throughout my body. It was a flight or die response to the situation but still I heard from mister Orango that they do not spare anyone who crosses paths with them at all. "I'm ready as I'll ever be mister Orango." With that short sentence, we both left the building and made our way towards the main city.
Passing many buildings we found our way towards one that stood tall, or rather the second tallest building there was. The interior was something I have never seen before, it was overboard and barren in some areas, either way though it was sophisticated. In one way or another you could say, the barren part felt made that way to show how clean they were. While the overly design parts felt like it was saying, I'm creative too. We made our way inside towards the middle of the building where the receptionist sat. Mister Orango went back and forth with her until she handed over a device, of course I had to grab it, since mister Orango is a cat. After that we went to a sitting area just nearby, the amount of signing of things I had to do was on another level. The only thing keeping me going was mister Orango helping me out with everything, what to check and not check.
Once everything was done we went back over to the receptionist, she only looked at it for a second then nodding and pointing towards the door as in telling us to leave already. Mister Orango nudged me out of the building, "You might have not noticed but our clothing makes us stand out like a sore thumb." Everyone else around us were wearing clothing that was well interesting when compared to our solemn attire. You would think our attire would be fine, once we got back to areas I knew about, or well once we got closer to the office, mister Orango looked about. Before looking back towards me, "If you don't follow the newest style, people will look at you. Just some snobby weird rule."
After making it back to the office, time passed by quickly, since I was finally able to work on cases myself. Instead of being an assistant, mister Orango told me to work on a few myself, which kept me busy for so long that a year passed by in an instant. Sitting down on the bed I worked hard to get, I thought about the time I spent here, working. How it all started with that one man that reminded me of a clown, the things that haunt me with every case. All this time passing, but I'm still the same, or well there's no more not eating and a comfy bed for me to sleep on. With that I threw my shoes off, laid out on my bed and fell asleep.