Nathan had found me in the warehouse that evening, my hand still dripping blood all over.
"My god, what did you do?"
I grimaced as he knelt and took my hand in his own.
I hadn't seen much of Alejandro. I figured he'd had enough of the strange cat-girl that lived in the downtown warehouse.
"Helped," I told him, shrugging.
I was shocked when he took off his t-shirt, ripping a long strip from it.
"Saw this in a movie once," He told me with a grin. I had heard of movies. I wondered what they were like.
He wrapped the black fabric tightly around my hand. I cried out as he tightened it, knotting it on the back of my hand.
"I know it hurts, but it'll stop the bleeding,"
I nodded, dropping my hand to the floor. I was sitting on my haunches, Nathan bouncing on the balls of his feet as he crouched before me.
Nathan fell back and sat properly on the concrete floor. He frowned and stared at the wall behind me.
I had scratched tally marks into the brick wall.
"Counting the days of my freedom before I am captured again,"
Nathan continued to frown, "But, they won't catch you - right?"
I shrugged nonchalantly, rising to wander to the wall.
Nathan watched me curiously. I dragged my pointer finger's claw across the grey surface of a singular brick, carving letters.
I stared at the name as though I had never seen it before.
"Is that -" But I never heard the rest of Nathan's question.
I dropped to all fours and ran out of the warehouse. I'd let him figure it out for himself.
What's in a name? A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.
Those were the words that govern my life. The biological programming I can't fight.
I knew in my heart of hearts that it would be my downfall in the end.
A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.
But every rose has its thorn.
I felt my claws slide out.
Tonight, I would kill.