Cat and Mouse
Leo Driver
A game of life and death. I am the mouse, but my cat is not would one expect. It is a dragon, a creature of myth that had risen from the grave of ashes and soot…
And I live with it.
Yes, it’s true, a knight in shining armor had been sent in my honor, but was killed by my captor in minutes. I am this creature’s treasure, a pet that it chooses to protect against the captive’s will.
“That man was clearly trying to use you.”
The dragon huffed, puffs of smoke emitting from it’s nostrils, “he had no sense of style, just like the rest of them! I don’t get how you seek freedom with them!”
“You kidnapped me.” I retorted, crossing my arms over my chest, the smell of charred flesh made my nose wrinkle in disgust.
“I did not!” Said the dragon, sounding appalled by my statement, “I saw you on your ‘wedding’ night, miserable couldn’t begin to cut it!”
“It was essential!” I snapped, “don’t you get it!? That’s how arrangements work! How many times must I say it until it gets through your thick sk—!” Before I could finish my sentence, a red hot snout was pressed against my abdomen, teeth bared and a growl formed within the throat.
“My skull is not thick! It’s yours that is if you believe such ‘arrangements’ are ethical. You’re better than those who share the semblance of a dodo!”
“Taking me to your ‘home’ and restricting my whereabouts doesn’t make you better than them, you scaly quail!” I hissed, which shut us both up. It was another stalemate between us, I should’ve won, but it’ll never acknowledge defeat, let alone accept it.
The snout withdraws into the darkness, with another huff echoing the cave walls. Our stalemate breaks when it says on thing to me.
“If I am a quail, you’re the box of rocks I peck on for not once have you tried slaying me instead.”
The truth it spat took my breath away since it was right. Its hoard consisted of weapons and armor from which I could see. Even then as I stood there in shock I saw it take the charred corpse before us and stripped it of the metal that have survived the attack, carrying what it saw as valuable and crawled over to the hoard in its clawed hands.
Though, our game continues, now I feel the cat is telling me something to which I couldn’t quite name yet. It makes me question— am I really trapped, or have I wished for this deep within my heart all along?
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