Chenyl – What If I Were
Look at them. Standing around in their white coats, poking around where they shouldn’t, scribbling notes that they think will someday help them understand.
So serious. Always so serious.
They keep trying to study us, make us subjects of their little experiments. I know what they do to the rest of my kin when they somehow catch one of us. I heard the stories, and they didn’t sound pretty. They use the crudest methods of study, cutting us open and picking us apart like some sort of carcass, as though the secrets of our existence were written on our bones. They argue among themselves, trying to decide who is wrong and who is right when it came to our…behavior.
Highly insulting, that.
Their ancestors never tried to question us. They worshipped us. They made shrines in our honor, painted us on their walls, carved us in wood and clay and into immortality. We were…why, we were gods.
Now…we’re only lab rats. No longer gods but mere objects of speculation. They have me on their table, bound and immobilized. I was caught, and they think it is some sort of victory. They think they’re so smart now, with their fancy gadgets and “complicated” theories, theories that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I lie here, and I watch them. It’s laughable.
They are not studying me. No. I am studying them. Those long hours of lurking in shadows weren’t for leisure.
And now that they’ve caught me, I will feed them information without their knowledge, and they will think they are another step closer to understanding our nature. And when I’m done here, I’ll be gone, and I will leave no trace behind. I, unlike these barbaric humans, know how to clean up after myself. They would wonder, I know, where I have gone and how I left, but they wouldn’t mind. They’ll be so confident that they can find and capture another like me.
Oh but of course it would be an easy task, finding another one of us.
I was caught, because like everyone else of our kind who was captured, I was supposed to be caught.
It’s laughable, the way they think their intelligence is above ours. For all the intellect that they boast of, they do not know that should we decide to really, finally take this earth from their fragile little fingers, they will not survive. They, with their fancy gadgets and complicated theories, will not be saved from what we’re capable of.
I close my eyes. Let them enjoy this so-called victory. There is nothing in me that they will find that I don’t want them to find.
We were here long before them. We’ll be here long after they’ve gone.
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A/N: Anybody have an idea who or what is speaking? :p
Lovely concept, Chen. I’m thinking cats, but i could be wrong. Either way this piece hit it’s mark. Conniving and malevolent. Well boys, I think the ladies have just shown us how it’s done.
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I agree with Artanis, this line: “I, unlike these barbaric humans, know how to clean up after myself” suggests that the owner of the voice is one of our feline friends
I like the show of control especially with your long sentences. Damn you’re good Chen!
and I think I’ve said this before: my favorite writer here is Oceanfire.. but with two of your posts here, damn! you’re my new favorite!
“We were here long before them. We’ll be here long after they’ve gone.” Scary stuff, like that ominous feeling of eyes on your back that make nape hairs raise. The Oceanfire is challenged! Male neverwriters, now is the time to stop ‘never-writing’ and give another light / twist to this topic.
Thank you, thank you.XD I was pressured into procuring something to make up for my absence last assignment, and I’m glad I somehow met the expectations.
Artanis and mayari are both correct in guessing. Yep, kitty cats. They’re clever, graceful, stealthy and possibly deadly. Meow.
Lady Bast, is that you?
Chen! haha we talked a lot about who we’re going to write as. Who would have thought we’ll both end up writing about someone completely different from the ones we talked about. =))
@Oceanfire: haha yeah perfect! The epitome of feline godliness.
@Nic: Bluebeard and Tinkerbell would have to wait for a different assignment I suppose. Oh the wonders of creative evolution.
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That might be our next topic, rewriting a fairy tale, I heard. I’m sorry for the boys, ladies, we’ll get to writing very soon after a couple of hits on our heads with your awesome write-ups.