((Yes, Feline is an immortal child. . . .let the fun begin. Oh boy.
Definitely something to worry about. Leave it to Monica.))
The farther Monica got from her immortal sister, the better she felt. The guilt weighed heavy like boulders on her small shoulders, but she locked it like an impenatrable safe in her easily distracted mind.
She followed the shouting and maniacal laughter with an air of extreme curiousity. Within seven seconds, her mind was entirely blank in the wake of the sight Monica saw before her, Feline almost nonexistent, save for the funny feeling on her shoulders like a weight.
At first it was the bright colors that dazzled her, making her mind drift as her body froze. Then it was the half-exploded stuffed elephant that could have housed all of America's homeless. Then the strong sweet smell of overpowering sugar sticking to everything tangible in the masive cage. Eventually her wide eyes found the protesting, wriggling forms within the mass of colors. After a quick, confused scan, she realized that among the long-haired heads that there was only one male. The female race was being threatened in the Mafia house.
Monica heard a shout, and spotted Rosa yelling after a sinuous snake in the grass, and a flash of orange hair and emerald eyes.
Realizing quickly that she too, must be threatened with this impending danger, made an abrupt heel-face turn and planned to high-tail it out of the torture room filled with over-colorful blobs that hurt her eyes, masses of sticky sweet stuff, and Jello. She planned
to run far away to be spared, but she also planned to be a doctor when she grew up, and that
wasn't happening any time soon.
Something hard slammed into the middle of her back, pale arms wrapping themselves around her waist like iron shackles as Monica and her enthusiastic captor slammed into the earth.
"Hey Monica!" A high voice bellowed in her ear.