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Red
Feline on the Cross - Chapter 1 - The Old House
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Red Feline crossed the patio to an open door that
led her inside. She entered a dark hallway to the
side of a large staircase. The light from the stained-glass
windows was concentrated on the stairs, the rest of
the hallway was dark.
She hurried to the staircase, she wasn't very comfortable
with the dark. She hesitated at first, looked around
her and decided to climb up. The wood of the steps
creaked as she walked up to the first landing.
The graffiti on the walls told her that she wasn't
the first to be inside that house. She was disappointed,
the people who had been there before probably had
plenty of time to desecrate the walls with their ugly
signatures. She had to admit, some were very artistic.
She normally liked graffiti, but this time she felt
like a man who finds that his new wife is not a virgin.
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| She reached the first
landing and turned around to continue her climb. Now
the house was full of light. The sun was strong and
bright. This city was high above sea level, close
to the clouds, close to the sun. There was little
air to breath in the city and at the beginning, when
she first arrived, she often felt exhausted.
A short walk was a big task. She could not run, it
made her dizzy. But after a few months of adapting
to her new environment she felt normal again. She
didn't notice that she was breathing very little oxygen.
During the day the sun was warm, but the city
itself was cold. Houses were cold inside, the heat
of the sun only warmed what it touched directly. She
often had to leave her house to find warmth.
Nights were mostly cold, but cozy under the heavy
alpaca-wool blankets. Sometimes she missed
the hot, sweaty summers of Europe. Summer here meant
taking one of the five thick blankets off the bed. |
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| A loud noise made her turn
to look up. It was a shutter hitting its frame. "The
wind", she thought to reassure herself. She
felt strangely safe and the only sounds she heard were
her steps and her heart pounding. There were some open
windows to the outside so the wind was free to flow
through the house. It was chilly because of the cold
draft. The cold made her feel good, there was an emotion
she felt that was at once physical and mental. It was
definitely sensual.
Her curiosity, her pull to this house
was as strong as her attraction to some men.
Maybe more. When she was attracted
to somebody she could soon find out if that person
was as she imagined he would be. In this case there
was something else. It triggered a rush in her.
Her mind was stimulated, as it was
some nights when she could not sleep and played
with herself. At those times she evoked images
that she did not understand. They were almost always the
same. |
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She slowly reached the second floor. She was
walking like a cat, her legs moving slowly, but secure
in what they were stepping on. Her sight checking
around, calculating distances, judging spaces.
That feline condition was clear to all, that's how
her identity was born. She was known as Red
Feline, but strangely, she was not sure
who came up with the name. At times she was sure that
it was her who first thought of it as a response to
a comment her parents made.
Red Feline. She was familiar with the name,
very familiar, there was something natural about it,
as if it was always like that. But there was
something else. The name itself brought images to
her, images that excited her, images that scared her.
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| She stopped at a door
to a room near the balcony, the door was open, as
most of the doors were. She looked inside. The room
was connected to other rooms on the sides, a big window
to the outside of the house, probably overlooking
the passage she had passed before.
She entered the room, her heart beating faster.
She was enjoying herself, she was enjoying the loneliness,
the feeling of danger, which she felt was more in
her imagination than anything else.
The floors were dirty, perhaps years of dirt piling
up, clouds of dust rising as she stepped. |
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