Chatterbox: Blab About Books

I bet many of you are wondering why The Feline/The Phantom said that nobody showed him any compassion. I bet you wonder What's his story? Well, The Feline will finally share his story with you all. Through third-person view!

Drumroll please...

Data-data-data-data-data...

*clears throat* Uh...

Just get it over with.

Don't rush me!

*rolls eyes* Well you did plan to do this as soon as you got home.

*sighs* Okay, I'll start.

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The Feline sat under a lone tree, tears streaming down his face. He had lost everything. Christine is wrong. he thought. I am alone. No cat loves me. 

Day turned into night, but The Feline didn't seem to notice. A cold wind nipped at his toes. Even the sewers were better than having no home at all. The Feline muttered in his head. But his home wasn't the only thing that was gone. His identity was missing as well. Now The Feline was nothing, a nobody. Now who am I? he wondered. The world knows me as The Feline of the Opera, but Celeste knows me as Pierre. 

The Felind looked up at the sky. Celeste... That traitor. The Feline's insides churned in anger. She betrayed me! She knew how I was afraid of dogs, but now she guards her house with them. The Feline placed his head back into his knees again. No cat loves me...

Suddenly, a young voice sounded in his ears. "Are you okay?" it asked gingerly. The Feline turned his head to look at the speaker. It was a orange tabby tom, no more than ten. The same age my life changed... The Feline thought

"Go away," The Feline hissed, turning his head. "I want nothing to to with you." But instead of leaving, the tom scooted closer. "Who are you?" he asked.

The Feline sighed. Ignorant young fool. "I am The Feline of the Opera." The tom gasped. "Y-you?" he stammered. "Yes. Now if you please, go away." The tom was speechless. The Feline took a quick peek at him. His fur was matted and dirty, and his green eyes were dull. "You wouldn't happen to be an orphan, wouldn't you?" The Feline inquired. The tom hesitated, then replied. "Y-yes..."

The Feline felt a little sorry for the young tom. "How long have you been an orphan?" he asked. "I dunno... I guess I've been one for my whole life." I guess I was a little lucky. The Feline thought. "I was an orphan since I was six." he muttered. "I heard that you had a... a... unique face. Why's that?" The tom questioned.

The Feline sighed. "Why don't I start from the beginning, so you don't ask stupid questions?" he snapped. He saw the tom flinch. "I didn't always have a hideous face. Long ago, when I was about six or so, my father became very ill. A few days later he was dead, and I found myself in an orphanage. The cats there were cruel, and the food was terrible. Actually, much worse than terrible. Anyways, when I was ten, I ran away. I soon found myself here, not far from this tree."

The tom looked mildly surprised. The Feline raised his head, and then the tom cringed. "Yes, I know my face is gruesome, but you want to know the story behind it, don't you?" The tom nodded hastily. "Good. Now where was I... Ah, yes. So I was looking for some sign of civilization when I heard baying in the distance. Soon enough, a pack of hounds were attacking me, and one ripped out my eye."

The look on the tom's face made The Feline feel sorry for himself. "Yes, but then I heard the voice of their master, and they were gone. I then crawled to this very tree and laid down to recover."

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Yes, I know you want to read more, and I promise I'll post more later. Bye!