Fan Fiction ❯ Justice & The Kat ❯ encounter ( Chapter 2 )

The first thing that registered in my mind was a pair of pale, blue eyes staring directly through me. Cat eyes, no; Kat's eyes. There she is, the oddest human being I've ever met in my life. And there she sat, her long maroon colored hair trailing on the floor beneath her and her pale skin shimmering in the flickering light above; that is, the skin that's not covered by stupid things, such as clothing.

 

Wait a minute, did I just get pissed off at fabric?...

 

Kat just gazed up at me a few moments longer before her face broke into a cheerful smile, “Hey there Officer Roberts,” she said lifting her wrists towards me, “are you gonna cuff me or what?”

 

I couldn't suppress the giggle that passed my lips and all the tension that seemed to have built throughout the night instantly vanished. Kat always had this nasty little habit of making feel better, and showing up at the right times. I'd probably consider it creepy if I didn't like it so much.

 

Wow, what does that say about me?...

 

“What are you doing here?”

 

She finally stood up and addressed me with a kind voice, “I had the feeling that you wanted me to be here,” I looked at her as she turned a bit to dust off her behind; I couldn't help but be a bit surprised, she was completely right.

 

Am I that easy to read? Even through a distance!?...

 

“And,” when she turned back to look into my eyes, she still had that smile on her lips, but this time there was something almost thoughtful in her expression, “I just wanted to see you.”

 

I did not just shiver…

 

After blinking for a few more times, I was finally able reel myself back in as I returned her smile. “Come on, let's go inside.”

 

“About time!” she said playfully as her smile grew and the door to my apartment finally opened.

 

 

***

 

I first met Kat about three years ago. It was a very sudden encounter, hell; I nearly hit her with my car. `Nearly' being the key word. If there was one thing I took from my high school physics course, in a situation with Kat verses my 96' Pontiac; the winner wouldn't have been Kat. I was 20 and on my way home from class. She was 16 at that point…with four bruised ribs. She practically collapsed in the middle of the road while trying to walk home. When I rushed over to see if she was alright, she had already pulled herself up. I remember her apologizing for having scared the shit out of me and saying something about how cute she thought I was…

 

Now that I think about it, she may have had a concussion too…

 

Eventually, I managed to stuff her into my car and drag her ass back to my place. To this day I still have no clue what drove me to something like that, however, I do suspect that guilt played a part in it somehow. Although, I'm glad that it did.

 

Maybe I'm the creepy one…

 

After a rather exhausting protest I managed to convince her to stay with me for a few days. A few days passed and she left, leaving me only with a name and a number. Needless to say, we've kept in contact. I enjoyed her company; she was strange and energetic. Kat had quirky habits I quickly grew accustomed and even welcomed her random visits and the friendship they offered. She always seemed to sense my mood and always knew how to comfort me. Before I even knew it, she had somehow managed to work her way into my heart and into my life.

 

And now, here we are three years later. I followed my dream to work in law enforcement and Kat's an art major. And even now she's still here; she's still by my side.

 

How much longer will I be permitted to havethat?...

 

 

TBC…