Meeka
Meeka quietly openned the door to her home and went inside. There her human friend was waiting. "Meeka," he said with a smile, and she smiled back, "Where have you been?" "Oh, I was just taking a walk." Meeka said and her human, whose name was Mathew smiled and gestured to the front door. "Wel, I just got back from the store. Want to help me bring in groceries?" "Yes please!" Meeka chimed, rushing for the door. It was beginning to get dark even though it was not very late. As she peered up she found the reason why. Huge thunder heads were rolling in and blcking out the beautiful sky that had been so sunny and bright hours before. A small drizzle began so she hurried back and forth with Mathew getting as many groceries as she could inside before the raindrops grow bigger and assulted the outside. Finally the groceries were all in and Meeka stood infront of the window inside as Mathew went to shower. From the window she could see the roof of the building her sister resided in. Was she alright? Had she made it home safely? Meeka could feel her tender heart breaking from the memory of her sister's words earlier. But what could she do? Wounded and bleeding with sadness, Meeka could only stare out the window as the dreary blue-gray rain darkened the world outside.
Juno
Juno didn't even flinch as the thunder rumbled and the wind howled outside. The storm had come quickly and gotten violent enough that she turned out the lights incase the power went out and so she would not be seen. Creeping into the bedroom she feared so much she could see the shape of the one who "cared" for her. Mark. Shutting the door behind her she touched the knife again as if to make sure it hadn't left her. As she noiselessly stalked foreward, knife drawn and ready to use, the black shape on the bed which she so feared sat up. So startled, despite her determination and training, Juno did something she swore she never would: she froze as the meaty hands pinned her against the wall. The knife fell to the ground and Juno's eyes teared up as she struggled form the lips that were now on her throat. "So kitten," slurred the drunken voice, alcohol on his breath as he breathed in her face, "You came back. Where do you always sneak off to when I get bored? Huh?" Mark laughed then threw Juno onto his bed. "Doesn't matter, heh heh heh, cause you're here now." Juno paled and attempted to get away, tried to scream, tried to fight as he pinned her. 'Come on Juno! Be tougher than that! Don't let him best you! Kill him!' Juno mentally scolded herself, 'Kill him!'