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Chapter 3: ʙɪɢ, sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ

Summary:

Gavin is double fucked *meoww*

Notes:

Have fun with the next little chapter *hisses happily*

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

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Gavin is in trouble. In some big, serious trouble.

Actually, being in trouble is nothing unusual for him, but this time he's really fucked. Or to be more precise, he's double fucked.

Stubborn as Connor is, it feels like an eternity until this annoying little lapdog finally realises that his stupid mission has failed, for today. From his safe hiding place, Gavin keeps a watchful eye on the hunter. Connor cannot find a way inside the old car, no matter how many times he goes around it. In the end, it is Anderson who saves the kitten from the hunter's presence.

"Connor! Son of a bitch! Get the fuck over here, now!"

The human's voice is very loud, and highly commanding. Anger, but also deep concern, echoes in Hank's harsh words. Gavin spots a twitch in his stalker's furry ears at every single sound Anderson lets out. Caught between accomplishing his mission and the impulse to obey his human, Connor growls in frustration.

After all, Anderson is so close that the hunter can no longer ignore him. And before the grey-haired man is able to climb his way up to them, Connor lets go of Gavin's hiding place and disappears from the little cat's view.

Probably to kiss his human's ass again.

Gavin waits a moment or two then crawls out from under the shabby back seat. He listens with attention, green eyes carefully checking out the area nearby. Well, at least there's no sign or sound of the stupid lap dog any more.

Gavin releases a soft meow of relief. Immediately, however, this meow turns into a painful whine as his injured leg starts to hurt again.

It hurts like hell!

The cat's slender body flinches. Snarling, Gavin tries to move the leg, but it stings too much. With care, he plops down on his furry butt. Where his left hind leg had been crushed, the skin is ripped open in a nasty scrape. Blood drips from the cut and his leg feels numb.

Pissed off, Gavin looks at the injury and wishes Connor, that stupid idiot, a bad flea invasion.

Fuck! Fuck!, the striped kitten hisses heartily. Fuuuck!

As best he can, he begins to clean the wound. Afterwards it still hurts like a bitch, but fortunately it stops bleeding. The next problem comes soon after. Because much worse than his fucked up leg is the fact that he's stuck here.

He's fucking stuck in this wretched piece of shit. And whose fault is that? Definitely not him! Shit!

Somehow he manages to hop onto the back seat to take a look outside. Of course, not the slightest trace of Tina or Chris. Awesome friends. On top of that, all four doors of the wreck are firmly locked and, for once, all the windows are intact.

He is so fucked!

It is slowly getting dark outside. All the meowing and swearing doesn't help Gavin much. In anger, he uses his claws to immortalise himself on the padding, but his leg quickly reports back. It burns and every movement is painful. Besides, running away from Connor has really strained him and tiredness wells up in the cat's body. To calm himself down, Gavin purrs softly to himself.

When the sun disappears behind the horizon, he has already curled up in the back seat. From exhaustion, the cat finally falls asleep and dreams of him kicking the great junkyard hunter's ass.

A sweet, sweet dream.


Waking up the next morning, instead, isn't sweet at all. 

Loud clanging, crashing and rumbling brutally pull Gavin out of his sleep. Despite his injured leg, he is immediately on his feet. Green eyes grow huge. Alarmed, he whirls around, looking in all directions. 

What the hell?

A colossal monster towers in front of him. He knows this thing, has seen it running around the junkyard many times. A long neck, a small body and a huge mouth. From the eyes of a cat, a very fitting description for a crane, isn't it? 

Gavin hisses. Makes himself small at the same time. Adrenalin sends tremors up his spine. There is another crash. The long neck of the monster comes closer, the big mouth opens and then there is such a strong thrust through the car that it knocks Gavin off the back seat. 

With a scared snarl, he tumbles down. Holy shit!

An ugly creak sounds above him as the crane's teeth sink into the roof of the car. At the last second Gavin claws his way into the dirty surface of the floor, because straight away his hiding place begins to vibrate and shake heavily. 

The car takes off. Literally. 
Including a small, furry blind passenger. 

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Notes:

Feedback is always welcome ♡
Feel free to give your opinion on the story ♡

But little Catvin needs some love *whispers*