Cautiously, Desmond opened his eyes, only to be met with the strangest sight he’d ever seen in all his twenty-three years of life so far. The thug who only two minutes before had been coming at him with a weapon was now dancing around in circles, his hands clawing at his face and head, switchblade falling harmlessly to the pavement. What looked like a hissing, shrieking ball of fur was currently raking bloody scratches down Jimmy’s face. The other three men looked at each other uncertainly and started backing away, seemingly unwilling to face whatever rabid animal was currently making mincemeat of their friend’s face.
Suddenly, the ball of fur leapt off of Jimmy, revealing itself as a very angry cat. It ran to the entrance of a small alleyway across from the bus stop and took up a position there, still hissing and yowling loudly, its’ back arched and fur standing on end. Jimmy fell to his knees, clutching his wounded face and whimpering.
“Leave. Now.” A firm, demanding voice came floating out of the alleyway, it’s owner shrouded in shadows. Three of the thugs went pale at the sound of that angry voice, which promised certain and imminent pain in its’ tone, and ran off without another word. Jimmy got back to his feet and stumbled off after them. “You sons of bitches, why didn’t you help me?!” Desmond heard him yell faintly as he rounded a corner and vanished from sight.
A man emerged from the alleyway and walked towards Desmond. As he came under the soft glow of the streetlights, Desmond could see that his savior was tall, with lithe muscles rippling under bronze-colored skin. Coupled with his intense dark eyes, and longish hair pulled back into a ponytail, he cut an imposing figure in the darkness of the pre-dawn hours. The cat walked alongside him, and it appeared to have calmed down quite a bit. Desmond’s heart was pounding in his chest, the bartender’s own dark eyes riveted to the man’s. He wanted to get to his feet, to run away now that he had the chance, but Desmond’s body seemed frozen where it had fallen by the bench.
The strange man stopped briefly in the street to pick up the switchblade and Desmond’s wallet, before stopping in front of the terrified bartender and holding out a hand. “Are you hurt?” He asked, his voice now much quieter than it had been only a moment earlier. Close up, Desmond could see that the dark eyes had a spark of kindness to them, and a hint of a smile played about his lips. Desmond’s heart stopped trying to pound it’s way through his chest. He reached out and grasped the darker man’s hand, allowing him to pull the bartender back to his feet. Desmond’s wallet was handed back to him, and he gratefully tucked it back into the pocket of his jeans.
And just when he thought that his night couldn’t get any weirder, Desmond’s savior turned to the cat still at his side and meowed at it. The cat meowed back and rubbed against the man’s leg briefly before vanishing down a nearby side street.
“What…what the hell just…” Desmond knew that he should be thanking the man for saving him from certain bodily injury, but all he could do was stare at the dark-skinned man in front of him, mouth agape and eyes wide in shock. “Did…did you just talk to that cat?”
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Suddenly, the ball of fur leapt off of Jimmy, revealing itself as a very angry cat. It ran to the entrance of a small alleyway across from the bus stop and took up a position there, still hissing and yowling loudly, its’ back arched and fur standing on end. Jimmy fell to his knees, clutching his wounded face and whimpering.
“Leave. Now.” A firm, demanding voice came floating out of the alleyway, it’s owner shrouded in shadows. Three of the thugs went pale at the sound of that angry voice, which promised certain and imminent pain in its’ tone, and ran off without another word. Jimmy got back to his feet and stumbled off after them. “You sons of bitches, why didn’t you help me?!” Desmond heard him yell faintly as he rounded a corner and vanished from sight.
A man emerged from the alleyway and walked towards Desmond. As he came under the soft glow of the streetlights, Desmond could see that his savior was tall, with lithe muscles rippling under bronze-colored skin. Coupled with his intense dark eyes, and longish hair pulled back into a ponytail, he cut an imposing figure in the darkness of the pre-dawn hours. The cat walked alongside him, and it appeared to have calmed down quite a bit. Desmond’s heart was pounding in his chest, the bartender’s own dark eyes riveted to the man’s. He wanted to get to his feet, to run away now that he had the chance, but Desmond’s body seemed frozen where it had fallen by the bench.
The strange man stopped briefly in the street to pick up the switchblade and Desmond’s wallet, before stopping in front of the terrified bartender and holding out a hand. “Are you hurt?” He asked, his voice now much quieter than it had been only a moment earlier. Close up, Desmond could see that the dark eyes had a spark of kindness to them, and a hint of a smile played about his lips. Desmond’s heart stopped trying to pound it’s way through his chest. He reached out and grasped the darker man’s hand, allowing him to pull the bartender back to his feet. Desmond’s wallet was handed back to him, and he gratefully tucked it back into the pocket of his jeans.
And just when he thought that his night couldn’t get any weirder, Desmond’s savior turned to the cat still at his side and meowed at it. The cat meowed back and rubbed against the man’s leg briefly before vanishing down a nearby side street.
“What…what the hell just…” Desmond knew that he should be thanking the man for saving him from certain bodily injury, but all he could do was stare at the dark-skinned man in front of him, mouth agape and eyes wide in shock. “Did…did you just talk to that cat?”