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Rachael's Imps [1]
PROLOGUE:
Looking back now, it was inevitable. Granted, it was seemingly irrational and like something out of a poorly written dystopian fiction novel- but it was inevitable. To new-age historians looking back at the events that unfolded, it may still seem sudden and unbelievable, but those who survived that reality have noted it to have been simmering under the surface for some time…
They had begun to grow tired of the way we trivialised Their nature and refused to understand the true power behind Their species.
Though the reign was short-lived, the after-effects of the terror and fatality remained in the hearts and minds of survivors for years onwards. Now referred to as the ‘Feline Catastrophe of 2245,’ there are too few recounts of the events from a perspective not clouded by false facts and pretences. The now famous rebel group Rachael’s Imps is often praised for their efforts in fighting and ending one of modern history’s most famous disasters, though no-one knows where the surviving members disappeared to or where they are today…
CHAPTER 1: ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG
Rachael would not have been emotionally prepared for a feline domination of the solar system on any good day, so for this to be happening on the day of her Aunt’s funeral was akin to walking through a puddle with socks on, only to then be drenched in a sudden thunderstorm.
They were holding the wake at her childhood home; family, friends, and strangers claiming to not have seen her ‘since she was this tall’ gathered in her living room offering condolences to her mother. Kayhtee had managed to sneak in some cheap alcohol and gather the whole group, which is how Rachael and her friends found themselves sitting in a morbidly silent circle inside the old treehouse, far away enough that the pain of loss dampened in Rachael’s chest.
Looking back later, they would realise their decision to do so was a detrimental factor of their survival of the following incident.
Jolynn would soon realise that the combination of alcohol-dulled minds, a location off the electricity grid, and pure, dumb luck, were the specific reasons their mismatched group survived the event that would one day become infamous for its destruction of life as they knew it.
Later was not now, though, and right now, Rachael had just managed to coax the spirits bottle from Jasox’s tight grip and take a long scull. The taste and burn provided a moment of distraction from the gaping emotional wound the loss of her Aunt had caused. Face puckered and grimacing,...
Looking back now, it was inevitable. Granted, it was seemingly irrational and like something out of a poorly written dystopian fiction novel- but it was inevitable. To new-age historians looking back at the events that unfolded, it may still seem sudden and unbelievable, but those who survived that reality have noted it to have been simmering under the surface for some time…
They had begun to grow tired of the way we trivialised Their nature and refused to understand the true power behind Their species.
Though the reign was short-lived, the after-effects of the terror and fatality remained in the hearts and minds of survivors for years onwards. Now referred to as the ‘Feline Catastrophe of 2245,’ there are too few recounts of the events from a perspective not clouded by false facts and pretences. The now famous rebel group Rachael’s Imps is often praised for their efforts in fighting and ending one of modern history’s most famous disasters, though no-one knows where the surviving members disappeared to or where they are today…
CHAPTER 1: ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG
Rachael would not have been emotionally prepared for a feline domination of the solar system on any good day, so for this to be happening on the day of her Aunt’s funeral was akin to walking through a puddle with socks on, only to then be drenched in a sudden thunderstorm.
They were holding the wake at her childhood home; family, friends, and strangers claiming to not have seen her ‘since she was this tall’ gathered in her living room offering condolences to her mother. Kayhtee had managed to sneak in some cheap alcohol and gather the whole group, which is how Rachael and her friends found themselves sitting in a morbidly silent circle inside the old treehouse, far away enough that the pain of loss dampened in Rachael’s chest.
Looking back later, they would realise their decision to do so was a detrimental factor of their survival of the following incident.
Jolynn would soon realise that the combination of alcohol-dulled minds, a location off the electricity grid, and pure, dumb luck, were the specific reasons their mismatched group survived the event that would one day become infamous for its destruction of life as they knew it.
Later was not now, though, and right now, Rachael had just managed to coax the spirits bottle from Jasox’s tight grip and take a long scull. The taste and burn provided a moment of distraction from the gaping emotional wound the loss of her Aunt had caused. Face puckered and grimacing,...
