Chapter 4: Light and Dark, Part 2
"For all the things in the world – you're the best, Shion!"
The dark gray tom smiled. "You too, Half."
Her blue eyes lit up and she leaped on top of him, pinning him down just as he let her. She gave him a triumph gaze, and grinned playfully. His tail flicked back and forth across the ground, and he laughed. Eventually, the cream tabby found herself laughing too, and everything seemed to be fine. No parents. No killing. No Scourge. No BloodClan. Just them, alone, in their own meadow, making promises neither of them knew if they could keep, but yet swearing to it anyways.
"Hey, what would you do if I was ever taken away?" The cream kitten asked, curious.
The dark tom licked his whisker, lifting his head up and looking into her eyes. Her fur seemed to get hot as his nose touched hers.
"I would chase after you of course."
"What if Scourge took me away…?"
He paused, eyes blinking. "I would fight him for you. I would do anything to protect you – you're my other half! My light, even as I've followed this path I have!" He gave a lopsided grin, and she batted a paw at his ear, but fell over him and landed on her side next to him. He laughed, covering his mouth with his paws, still on his back, and she frowned, rolling her eyes and cuffing him on the ear.
"Then, I'd fight for you too! A light can't live without it's darkness!"
"I'd do anything to get you back – even if I had to go by Scourge's rules. I promise I'd return to you, even if it takes a lifetime!" Soul promised, his voice proud and steady. Half looked back at his eyes, rolling over to face him again. "Anything, as long as it didn't hurt you."
She lowered her ears, slightly discouraged. "But…You'd be his pawn, and he'd be the king. You can't checkmate that – he'd kill you!"
Soul gave a mischievous grin. "Then this pawn will just grow into something bigger and then I'll checkmate that king. For you, I'd say you're an own king in itself!"
"You're more important than that!" Soul chirped, smiling again as he rested his head on the soft flowers and grass. "You'd be the king, and I'll be you're shadow, always watching you. That's why. So if Scourge gets to you, for some reason, then I'll be right behind you, protecting you, just as I always have. Right, Half?"
Soul showed his sharp teeth in another grin that appeared on his face, seeming not to want to be erased.
"Checkmate that, BloodClan!" He yowled out for anything and anyone close to hear, his voice as loud as he could make it.
Soul whipped his head around, dark blue eyes wide. A slight fear was to them, for Scourge was smirking, blocking the only other entrance out, and suddenly, the dark gray tom wondered why he even came back. Then, reminding himself, he realized that even if he saved Half from Scourge and stopped his killing blow and left her to the clans and ran away, BloodClan would still find them. Then, a small smile touched his lips at the thought that he had done his duty, even as his right shoulder was bleeding from Scourge's killing blow that was meant for Half.
"I won't kill you for disobeying me, Soul." Scourge spat out his name like it was a curse to be heard. "You saved that pathetic she-cat, but you'll never escape me, not when you're here. But you know that don't you? You did it to protect her, after all, I remember when you stopped me from killing her. You couldn't even kill your own sister, you couldn't protect her, so you saved that weak kit! But then you still couldn't save her because she fell, and now I'm going to make sure you know it's your fault!"
Soul bared his fangs, standing on three paws with his right paw raised off the ground; his shoulder still dripping blood and in deep pain.
"You planned it, didn't you? You told her about that 'beautiful' view, and then she went on that building! It was your fault she fell – not mine!"
"No, no, no, no, Soul." Scourge chuckled, still not moving from the one exit out of his den. "You didn't hold onto her and she fell because of you. You didn't save her, and now she doesn't remember you!"
"It's your fault she lost her memory, and now, you're going to pay for disobeying me, kit."
"W-What…?" The cream tabby moaned. She lifted her head from her paws, and her blurry pale blue eyes seemed to adjust to the den she was in. Quickly, she was up on her paws, although every bone in her body growled out no, and her neck seemed like claws were stuck in it. She looked around the den, but before she could move, the blue-gray tabby tom was in front of her.
"Sit down, kit." The blue-eyed cat commanded. "I don't want you opening up your wounds again – it would be a bloody mess and those wounds would surely kill you."
"W-What happened-I-I don't remem…"
A dark gray form leaped in front of her, and blood splashed out into the air. Her eyesight was flickering and it was already blurry. Red spots floated around her vision, making it difficult to see. She couldn't move her paws or any part of her body and her neck felt like it was bleeding out to end her life. She couldn't hold on much longer.
She tried to blink, to get the blurriness out and see who it was, but it was hard. She knew the black cat, Scourge, was now raising a paw to the dark gray tom's head, but who was he? Was he a friend – an enemy?
Suddenly, as his scream of pain rang out, she knew. It was Soul, the one who had confused her so much in the past days, and the one who knew about her past that she couldn't seem to remember. The one who always tried to talk to her as little as possible, and the one who…Who…What did he say?
"You kill her, and I'll murder you, Scourge! You'll have to kill me first if you want me to give her to you!"
"Ah, the rebel again." Scourge snorted, his claws curling and scratching the ground. "You swore to protect her didn't you? Then again, she lost her memories in that horrible fall, so she wouldn't remember it."
"Stay away! Stay away from her – let her go!" The dark gray tom growled, fur bristling. "I don't care if she doesn't remember, I just have to keep my promise!"
She groaned, and his dark blue eyes flashed over to look at her, worried. He gritted his sharp teeth, claws gleaming as he unsheathed them from the tips of his paws.
"You'll have to kill me first, if you want to harm her."
She gasped, shocked out of her flashback. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she couldn't keep her emotions in anymore. Soul had saved her, he had risked his life and had drawn Scourge; the BloodClan leader, away. He was the prey of Scourge, and now she was here in this den while Soul was out gods know where probably being tormented by Scourge!
She leaped forward, going through the cat; who she realized was blind, paws. She turned the corner of the den and saw where she was, her mind registering it all. She was in ThunderClan camp, and the medicine cat had healed her –they were trying to save her life. Is that was Soul had wanted. She blinked again, but then jumped forward as the blue-gray tabby medicine cat, who she knew from information as Jayfeather, leap after her.
Before she knew it, Firestar, Jayfeather and the new deputy, Brackenfur were surrounding her on all sides, and she knew she was in a condition to fight. Something pushed her on though, for she had to get back to Soul. He would be dead before long, if Scourge decided he was lucky enough. She had to get out of here and run. She had to run back. She had to find Soul and save his life, just as he had done for her – and find the answers she had been looking for.
"Stop!" The golden-brown tom, Brackenfur, ordered.
She lunged for Firestar, attempting to catch him off guard, but he was ready, and she had slow movements. She was like a normal kit now, and she was sloppy. Firestar pinned the tabby down within a few good swipes of claws.
The cream tabby kit hissed at the green-eyed leader, but he remained calm and held her down with a paw.
"Let me go! Let me go you stupid kittypet!" Half hissed, her paws trying to get his one bigger paw off her chest so that she could get up. She struggled, but in her state at the moment, Firestar was stronger.
"Tell me your name, and don't run away or lie, and then I might let you up."
"I'm not telling you my name! Now let me go! I have to go get Soul! I have to go get him!" The cream tabby hissed back, her eyes fierce as she once again wriggled and twisted and turned under his ginger paw. "Let me up! I promise I won't go away until your questions are answered!"
Firestar waited for a moment, staring at her pale blue eyes, which glared back, and then let her up. The cream tabby she-cat climbed to her paws, shuddering slightly as a sharp jab of pain shot through her neck and down her body. The blind medicine cat noticed this and his tail flicked uneasily, but he showed no protest as his leader opened his mouth to speak.
"What is your name?" The ThunderClan leader asked sternly.
"I can't tell you."
Firestar sighed, and Brackenfur shrugged his shoulders, seeing no way to get that question answered, so Firestar decided on another.
"You're from BloodClan, correct?"
Half nodded her tabby-marked head, ears tilting back, yet her eyes were on the entrance of the camp. She knew she had to leave, quickly. She owed Soul, and the dark tom would be in great trouble now that he had angered the BloodClan leader.
"Who is this cat, Soul, and why were you almost dead and on our territory?"
"Soul is the dark gray tom, the cat who killed you once and your deputy." At the reply, all three ThunderClan cats stiffened, and the leader quickly responded,
"Why are you here? Did Scourge send you?"
Half's eyes widened, the whites showing. "S-S-Scourge…"
"S-Scourge…" She repeated the word, eyes wide and a sharp fear scent coming from the cream tabby kit at an alarming speed. Before Jayfeather could give a yelp and order her to calm down, the cream tabby she-cat answered the question quickly.
"I will never accept him as my leader again!" She declared with a newfound anger rising up through her. "He gave me these wounds! He tried to kill me – but Soul saved me! He left me and ran away with Scourge just behind him – chasing him!" Her pale blue eyes flinched at the memory. "I have to go save him before Scourge kills him! Nobody else can help him!"
"So you're saying your own leader gave you those wounds and that Soul saved you and Scourge chased him when he ran away to get Scourge away from you?"
"Yes! I am!"
"What made Scourge attack you in the first place?" Jayfeather put in, curious about the whole problem.
Half flinched. "He attacked me because I asked him about my memories…"
"Memories?" Brackenfur echoed, confused.
"I don't have any memories of anything before the age of two moons – but Soul and Scourge seem to know what happened but they won't tell me. After that gathering, I asked Soul about it and that's when I figured out he knew. He mentioned that I was changing, and when I asked he said, 'Remember.'"
"Soul and I are specially trained killers, apprentices of Scourge. We start our training four days after we're born, and at two moons old, we become experts at killing – and only what you call kits can take up the position. I'm three moons and forty-nine days old, so I qualified. For some reason though, Scourge seems to hate me, and I've realized that Soul is really wary of him."
"Soul says, 'Stay away from me. I don't want you to get hurt because of that stupid promise I made.' And things like, 'I'm sorry you've had to follow the same dark path as me.' As if he's sorry for something. But I just don't understand it! Why can't they just tell me about my past and what happened?"
"Maybe it's because you lost your memories for a reason Soul is trying to protect you from, and by the sounds of it, he's protecting you from Scourge."
Half blinked, surprised as she looked at the flame-colored ThunderClan leader. "Why would Scourge want to kill me?"
"From what I know of Scourge," Firestar said. "He'd kill kits who he thought was weak, like Brokenstar. From how you are too, you're pretty small for a kitten, so…"
Brackenfur gasped at his leader's words. "Are you suggesting that Scourge has tried to kill this kit right here in front of us?"
Firestar nodded at his deputy. "I'm afraid so. It also sounds like Soul saved her, and since then he's been in the middle of one of Scourge's games. It sounds like Soul has been manipulated by Scourge all this time, and has sworn to protect you," He looked at the cream tabby, wide-eyed, in front of him. "So when Scourge attacked you, he stopped Scourge from landing the final blow and actually took the killing blow head-on. From your story, too, I'd say Soul isn't who he seems, and that there's something hidden in that memory of yours."
Jayfeather flicked his tail back and forth, interested and surprised. An almost four moon old kit, already murdered many cats, and with a leader that has been trying to kill her, only to have another come a save her, and then by manipulated by the cat that tried to kill her so that he could protect her life? What other things were hidden in this she-cat's memory that unraveled the mysteries behind BloodClan and Scourge reviving?
"If you will, can you tell me your name?" Jayfeather asked the cream tabby kit.
Half looked at the blind tom, hesitative.
"Half. My name is Half. Soul says I'm the other half of his soul, the other light of his darkness and his good side." She shrugged. "I used to not know what the means, but now I think I do."
"Half, then," Jayfeather meowed, eyes serious. "can I try something that might recover your memories –it involves a fairly good sized rock and a lot of force and a sharp stinging pain, but other than that are you willing to take up my offer?"
Half looked over at the ginger leader for support, but he was exchanging looks with his deputy, Brackenfur, and didn't notice. She sighed, closing her eyes, and nodded.
Once Jayfeather got the requested supplies, the four headed out into the forest so that they wouldn't be disturbed, and once in the chosen spot, Jayfeather explained his plan.
"If I'm correct, Half most likely lost her memories by getting knocked into with a force much more than falling out of the Great Sky Oak in our territory." Both the leader and deputy gaped at this, for they had seen Cinderheart's leg, and if it was twice or more the times of that, what exactly had happened to the cream tabby?
"So, if I'm correct, again, then if I hit you," He looked at Half, who was silent. "Hard enough with this rock to knock you out, you may be able to recover your memories from the sudden force slammed into your head – although it'll hurt." Firestar and Brackenfur looked about ready to object, but both were shocked as the cream tabby nodded honestly.
With that, Jayfeather picked the large rock up and dropped it down onto the cream tabby's head, and with a large thud and small cracking sound, the cream tabby kitten fell to the ground, eyes closing and completely limp.
"Now what she sees is up to StarClan themselves, and maybe even fate."
"I give you your new name, for being the other half of me – my good side, my light side, and the side I couldn't live without. From this day forward, I give you the name of Half."
The newly named she-cat's face lit up in a smile, and she purred out her name, pale blue eyes bright. She leaped forward, playfully waving her tail through the air, haunches up and front paws slide forward and down. The dark gray cat, Soul, smiled, a happy look on his face, a small purr slipping out of his jaws.
"Half," She purred admiringly at her own name. "I love it, Shion!"
"I'm scared Shion! Help!" Half cried. "Save me!"
Her paws were hanging off the edge of the building, her back legs flailing about in the air. The cat who the present Half knew as Soul was running forward, and as he stopped at the edge, he pressed his paws down as hard as he could onto hers. Something registered in the present Half's mind, telling her that this was Soul, but Half called Soul Shion because that was his name before Scourge gave him the name of Soul. It was special to him, and only she and a cat Soul didn't mention used it.
Soul gritted his teeth, eyes wild and worried as he tried to save her from falling. He had to save her, and yet Half knew it wasn't going to happen.
"Don't let go!"
"Never!" He responded, a fierce edge to his voice as if he willed himself to believe it.
Half's paws slipped down, and her paws slide out from underneath his dark gray, and in the next second she was falling, falling, falling… Soul's cry echoed around the buildings as she fell, and then, there was a shaking and a jolt of pain ran through her body, and red covered her vision and all she felt was pain.
Pain, pain, pain. Blood ran around her, and she thought it was hers. Her whole body was numb with pain, and then her vision flickered, and everything went blank. She blinked rapidly, pale blue eyes clouded.
Pain? Blood? Who, where? Where was she – who was she?
She dimly saw a dark figure – a sorrow and sad figure, she realized, come into view and run over to her. Who was he? Why did she feel hurt and why did he seem like he was blaming himself for something? Did something happen? Why was he the first thing she was seeing? Who was she?
What happened to her?
What happened to me?
"H-Half…?" A shaky voice whimpered; the dark gray tom.
She moaned. Was that her name?
"Will you tell me a story, Shion?"
The dark gray tom smiled at his companion. "I'm not very good at telling stories, Half…"
"Aw! Come on – like what about this one that I heard: For all the stars in the sky are the cats I've killed?"
"You want me to tell you that story again?" The dark gray kit asked, bewildered. He lifted his head from his paws, staring into her pale blue eyes with curiousness, but she only gave him a tight grin, her pelt calm and flattened; waiting. He sighted, seeing no way around it, and took a large breath to start the story the cream tabby seemed to love so much.
"Once upon a time, there was a cat by the name of Ace. He was the Ace of cards, and had all the power in the world, and every cat he met he considered a star, because he always said: For all the stars in the sky are the cats I've killed. Although, there was a she-cat by the name of Spade, and she was tricky. She used to always say the same thing, and one day they passed each other in the forest, and when they both prepared to fight, they both said, 'For all the stars in the sky are the cats I've killed.' Then, they both sheathed their claws, realizing that they had said the same thing, and within time, the two fell in love. When Spade had Ace's kits, they both swore to never kill a cat again, and that if they ever did, everyone would know because there would be one extra star in the sky. Then, they both grew old, and they died side-by-side when their own kits turned against them a betrayed them. Paw-in-paw, they both walked up to the heaven of stars they knew so well, and whenever their kits looked up to that sky, they would see two stars shining brightly, as if saying, 'For all the stars in the sky are the cats you've killed.' This haunted the kits forever, until they went mad and became paranoid, and when they finally died, no stars shined brightly, for they never went to the sky – they went down below the ground into a very dark place. Ace and Spade were forgiven by the stars and cats they had killed, and the two lived happily, with their evil kits gone, and their lives avenged by the very law of the world itself. When they looked each other in the eyes, they both repeated those same words they had said so long ago that had brought them together and their love at first sight. 'For all the stars in the sky are the cats I've killed.'"
Half smiled, purring as she closed her eyes, and scooted closer to her dark-furred friend. Soul's gray ears pricked up, but he didn't speak up as her cream fur brushed her's, and a slow purr came from her before she fell asleep. When he was sure she was deep asleep, he blinked, realizing that she fell asleep fast, and then smiled.
"Jeez, asking so many questions so hard to answer. I would never be able to ask as many as you, Half, but I guess that's why you're my other half. Huh, well, if anything bad ever happens, I suppose the same story might even happen to us when we met again."
Little did the dark gray tom know, one pale blue eye was cracked slightly open, and cream tabby ears were listening in before he fell asleep himself, and she closed her eyes as well.
"Our little secret…"
"Where are you going, Shion?"
"It's a surprise!"
"Have I ever told you that I've never seen anyone else act the way you do?"
"Yeah. You whisper it in your sleep!"
"W-What! N-No I don't – do I…?"
She laughed. "No, silly! I'm just messing with you!"
"I have to go."
"Save me! Shion!"
"Don't let go!"
"I forgot about him, and now…I left him to Scourge."
"I give you your new name, Half!"
"I love it, Shion!"
"What's your name?"
"Soul, but since I get the feeling you're going to ask that question again, why don't you just call me Shion? That's my former name, before Scourge gave me the name Soul – my sister called me that."
She smiled at him.
"I'm glad. I don't have a name yet, and my dad left and my mother was killed, so I was never given a name. Would you mind giving me one? You seem like a nice cat!"
"You'll just have to wait and find out. Tomorrow – okay?"
"I promise to protect you, and I'm going to do just that, even if it kills me!"
"I'm going to bloody murder Scourge."
- A/N: So, Part 2 is here! Anywho, still rushing the chapter a bit – I really wanna get to the battle where, well, BloodClan and the Clans fight (yes, I did just say Clans) plus some extra cats (Let's just say, the more confusing groups to join the battle, the better, because look at it this way – Scourge right now cannot be killed, like Soul (Formerly Shion) stated in the first chapter. Oops, did I forget to mention that again? Anyways, yeah, Scourge came back from the dead, so basically, think a leader with infinite lives)
Poor Half, just got her memories back, and now she knows how her former friend, Shion, was turned into Scourge's pawn just to protect her. See, I can make killer-kittens with backgrounds, there's a complete reason for that! Along with how Scourge came back alive! Now, Half knows everything, and now Soul is in for a world of surprise, and think, it's all because of blind Jayfeather! Yay for Jayfeather! Sorry though, if you're offended by how she regained her memories, because I was just thinking about it, and my friends always say when I get hurt, "Okay! Then I'll just punch your shoulder so that your knee doesn't hurt anymore!" and so, thus, she gets hurt in a fall off a building, and now she gets hurt again and boom, memories are back.
If you're confused about the ages, Soul is exactly four moons old and seventy-two(72) days old. Half is, well, three moons and forty-nine(49) days old, as Half said in this chapter. I almost feel bad for Soul though, when I started the first chapter, I did intend to use him as an emotionless character, but then he turned into something more and had a face that was seen like this: 0-0 and was thinking to myself: 'HOW did this happen? I think my fingers have a mind of their own! I added that cream tabby Half and now he's become a completely different character for how I planned him out to be! Nooooo! Why does this always happen!' And then the red tabby she-cat with black paws appeared out of my mind, who is six moons old and two days who will be included more within the clans and will eventually turn to scaring the living fur off of Jayfeather because I mean, come on, everyone just loves to mess with him! ^-^