Re-purr looks at her surroundings like a curious cat. There is no real concern in her mind, only thing she wants is to look around and see what is this place all about.
There are Humans and Chosen. Both working together without any arguments and killing intent.
A Rare sight.
Humans do hate Chosen. Even if they do, they can't really do anything to a fully grown Chosen. A child can be killed by their mortal hands. But a Chosen who has grown and understood their blessing is a different creature. A seeker of death.
Re-purr herself never experienced anything hateful from her parents as a child. But she also never shown any signs of being a Chosen.
Restless Chosen can be found as they don't sleep like ordinary human. Listless can be found as they're metal state is a mess. Guideless from birth seek a purpose and long for something grand. Soulless and Shapeless are quite obvious. But a Fortuneless Chosen doesn't have many real signs that he or she is a Chosen.
Maybe they can be unlucky a little. But calling someone Chosen based on that is quite a stretch. Of course, in Re-purr's case unlucky things happen a lot more than an ordinary amount.
The ordinary amount is actually- none.
Still, her parents never suspected anything. Only when she turned into a teenager and her strength increased ten folds. Then everything went wrong and dangerous.
After that, she understood that humans really hate Chosen. Or are afraid of their existence.
So, seeing so many humans with Chosen is quite a rare deal. Guideless have made quite a world for themselves. It is nice and really comforting. No fear of Sinned souls and starvation. At least, she hopes that is the case. Otherwise, this is quite a disappointment.
While walking around the place of this guideless world. She comes across many Chosen that are other than Guideless Chosen. They're in quite a worst state than her own. They must have been a problem or violent to the Guideless.
She is glad that she surrendered without any resistance. She shouldn't be proud of that but she is kind of proud of herself for it.
'They also see that I am just a harmless cat. They must feel pity for me, right? I hope so.'
But how does she know that who is a Guideless and who isn't? Well, it is pretty easy….at least here.
Anyone who looks at her with a disgusted face are definitely a Guideless Chosen. It doesn't bother her much as they're just looking at her out of caution. If she does something out of pocket then they probably will kill her or break her limbs.
But she is free to move around. So, this place really doesn't have many rules or are very lenient with the rules.
Other than these Chosen are those who doesn't care much or are just violent for the sake of it. These are not Guideless and are quite hurt.
She isn't sure which of these two is better. One treats her like nothing and other treats her like any other fleshy boney creature that should be torn apart for no reason.
'Actually, maybe Guideless aren't that bad.'
Re-purr also figured out that this place is just a dungeon. Or a jail for the Chosen who are captured from hell. She has no idea why are they captured or what do Guideless want.
Only thing that wants is to get a livable place and her cat themed accessories. She would be happy with that.
While thinking about that she stumbles upon someone familiar. A Chosen with red skin who is restraint within a contraption.
First time when she had seen her. Her skin was burnt off and everything about her was different from this version of hers. But even though, she looks so different. She can identify her form those bright red eyes that stare through your soul.
This is the same one that spared her and called her a kitten.
'Huh, it is her…'
This Chosen is none other than Skin. When she had encountered her. She was terrified and thought that she has no chance of surviving.
Skin's fighting style is power and straight strikes. Re-purr is strong but she is sure that one hit from her attack is enough to destroy her. Even if she ran there is no chance that this Chosen can't just reach her in no time.
She shouldn't have survived. But she did because she spared her life because she finds her cute?
'Am I cute? Well, I am a pretty cute cat…'
A little prideful smile covers her face. She always knew that she is born to be a cat. Or should've born as a cat. But unfortunately, she wasn't born as a cat. Instead, she is a Chosen.
It is shame that cause she really believe that she would've lived a lavish life as a cat. She can just imagine herself being pampered by her owner because she is allowing it. If she isn't in the mood she would scratch her owner away.
Then her owner has to please her with endless amount of tasty food. Why? Because that's how things go. That owner may own her but she is the real master between the two.
That dream is quite a fun one. However, her misfortune doesn't seem to be happy with her happy thoughts.
A hand comes out from her behind and grabs her from the neck. She is pressed against the bars with enough strength that she can't get herself free from it.
The force is so strong that it threatens to break her neck hurts. if any more force is applied then her neck would snap. However, she is a Chosen too. So, even though she can free herself from these hands. It would be difficult to break her superhuman body.
But she is still is danger as she is struggling to breathe.
The hand merciless continues to strangle her. There is no voice or sound that is being made by the person behind her. It only makes her feel more helpless and puts her into a panic mode. Like a cat, she struggles but even with all these efforts she couldn't get herself free.
'No, not like this…'
She doesn't want to die. She survived that hell not just to die now. And so, as a finally form of defiance. She puts all her force in one direction, away from the bars. In hopes that she might get some air in her lungs so she can think of something.
And it seemed to work too. But as she is doing it. The opposite force of the strangulation disappears and she falls backward on the ground.
She should be worrying about what just happened. But she is just happy to be able to breathe again. Appreciating every second of air that enters her lunges.
She never paid much attention to air. But now after getting deprived of it for only few minutes. She has learnt a valuable lesson to always appreciate the invisible things around her.
'But who is…?'
As that thought crosses her mind, she sees the one who had strangled her form behind. It is a man who doesn't seem to be much of a fighter. He wears much better clothing than her own and seemed to be in his deep thoughts.
He is staring at her greedily breathing all the air for herself. It is quite a pathetic look for her. But he doesn't seem to be too worried about that. Instead, he is observing how much of a wild animal she is and he has made his conclusion.
The man smiles and speaks in a polite manner with a hint of animosity.
"You don't seem to be like other wild Chosen. I swear I thought that all of you would act like a mad boar the moment they saw a living thing. Maybe I was wrong. It isn't really my fault because most of you do act like one. Correction, a majority of you."
Re-purr just watches him with caution. He doesn't look dangerous but even if he is. She can't really do anything here.
She is alone here. Protecting herself would mean fighting and that would be like fighting a sinned soul in its own flesh home. She can't do anything but just stay still and see what happens.
After a second, he introduces himself.
"I am Cody. And what about? Ever heard of a name?"