Cato Alternate Ending

“Good Bye.” And the golden cat attacked again. Tizbeth aimed the blade at the beast’s heart. The blade deflected off the creature’s chest. Tizbeth scrambled to her feet. The cat sat on its haunches and looked at her, shook its head and knocked the knife into the fire.

“You fucking bitch!” I screamed. She laughed cutely before pulling the knife from my stomach. She pushed her finger into the wound and bit her lip softly. The corners of my vision started to fade to

An explosion of energy surged through his muscles and all of a sudden, his hand hit something that was both soft and hard.

And suddenly something went right through him. Knocking him off his feet. Pain and his eyes look down at the large spear sticking out of him and into the street. Blood turning the grey colored spear red and dripping onto the ground. His eyes widened.

“...” Ahretic couldn’t have spoken even if he wanted to, the pain he was in was just too much to allow it, his jaw clenched tightly as he stared in shock at the man above

My scream tore throughout the dark alley as I push the guy out the way. The shooter ran as we fell on the ground just in time. The bullet only grazed his shoulder, but there was a lot of blood.

I spun as fast as my body would allow, screams rang out as faces, chest, and throat were sliced.

And with that moment I knew it was all going downhill. The mechanized gears in my brain were clanking and screeching, the temples in my head swelled with a crimson radiance, blood shot straight up to my ears engulfing them in sea of flames, my breath was rapid and my body was twisted and strained so tight that you could practically

"I won't last much longer...." The voice spoke in your head. You growled and kept on running but eventually, the energy in your body slowly went away bringing you back to your old self.

I looked forward and ran. I ran as fast as I could, knowing what would happen next. His screams became distant, and I could not only ear my own panting as I sprinted

I pulled back, my knees buckling at the emotional wound I felt. My brother ran towards us, leading a trail of three Interceptors behind him. He caught his breath, long enough to spin around and attack two at once. His arms repeatedly landed powerful blows into their stomachs, causing them to crumple over on the cobblestone.

"Whatever it took to take me out," Dean snarls. "Dunno if you still got smitin' power left in you but you still got that knife. Not gonna let you die for me again."

“Sorry,” Abi yelled, jumping over a log that burst into flame the moment her foot brushed it, “I thought I could control it!” She ran alongside me, our feet pounding the ground at almost the same time. I could hear the screams of the Hunters behind us, some screaming in agony, some shouting orders, and some crashing noisily toward us through the trees, rage erupting from their scarred, tattooed faces.

A strange sensation trembled from my head to my toes as I awakened in a thicket forest. The lavender bedroom walls. Gone. Instead, they were now replaced with vast amounts of trees encircling me.Sunlight strained my eyes while the frigid soil stuck onto my pale skin. The scent of fresh rain revived my senses as every inch of me finally escaped from sleep inertia. Gradually, I seated myself and then stood up.A bizarre sense of danger screamed through my instincts when whispers churned behind a couple of bushes. Fear trembled through my ice veins as I turned around. Dozen faceless reapers silently stood while one prepared to seize me with a dagger. Then, the shrilling silence shattered as the gruesome and grotesque beasts roared at me. Commencing to run barefoot, splinters stabbed my soles while my lungs burned through the grasp of the icy air. With every breath, the air choked me little by little trapping me in paranoia. Suddenly, I couldn’t help but stop myself. It wasn’t because my stamina wore thin but I had found myself at the edge of a cliff facing the water illuminated by the silver moon. Seventy feet above the glistening ocean, my fear of heights injected through my veins. When I turned around, a dagger almost sliced my ear off from the violent throw of the merciless reaper. With a shot of an

“Pity, he just didn’t know how to save himself” he spat. I couldn’t control myself.