The Mechasms

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Welcome to The Mechasms! This is a tale about how Loki became so cruel and twisted. It revolves around her as a kit, encountering many painful situations, but she can't feel it of course. Note To Young Viewers: This contains extreme blood/gore. Please do not go on if you are not comfortable with that.
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                                                         EXTREME Blood/Gore/Violence/Ect.
                                             Basic Anatomy And Advanced Vocabulary Included.
                                            Classic Warrior Language Used 
                                              Once Again, Turn Back Because Of Extreme Violence
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Loki Is A Diminutive, Stalwart, Feminine Maine Coon And Munchkin Hybrid. She Has An Alluring, Exquisite Look To Her, But At The Same Time An Ominous Vibe. She Has Unusual Stormy Grey Eyes. Her Underbelly Is Deep Atramentous, And Her Top Is A Bright Snow-Like Color. She Has Deep Ebony Marks Circling Her Eyes, And Atramentous Strikes Going Up Her Chest, Making It Look Like Deep Jet-Black Ribs, Giving Her The Appearance Of A Skeleton. Her Fur Is Messy And Ragged On Her Head, But Sleek And Flat On Her Back And The Rest Of Her Body. She Has An Ebony Collar Equipped With Serrated Spikes, As She Used To Be A Kittypet. She Has A Scar Stretching Across Her Left Eye. Her Tourette Syndrome Makes Her Tic, Or Twitch. 
Loki Is A Shy And Reserved Feline, She Is Extremely Gently With Others Smaller Than Herself, However, If They Are A Danger Or A Creature With A Bad Reputation, Well, Let's Just Say Things Like That Don't Sit Very Well With Her Around. However, Masked Beneath Her Gentle And Alruistic Nature, She Is Terrified Of Being Alone. Perhaps, That Is Her Weakness. She Is Bipolar, Usually Sarcastic At Times, And She Is Friendly To Certain Cats. Her Emotions Can Change From Friendly, To Stubborn, To Emotional, To Angry, To Volatile, Ect. In An Instant. She's A Natural Born Trouble-Maker, And Loves To Play Around. She Can Be Dellusional, And Mostly Up-Beat. She Can Sometimes Loose Control Of Her Emotions, (Emotional, Anger, Or Violent). She Has Several Disorders. Her Schiznophrenia Causes Her To Have Bizarre Behavior, Dellusions, And Disorganized Speech. And Finally P.T.S.D  (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). She Will Usually Try To Hide How She Feels, Trying To Seem Cool And Calm.
Chapter One
Oddity
Hello there, I am Loki, Loki the cat.... or more commonly known as Lunatic Loki.. by my big brother. This is my story.
 I live in the pleasant forest in the quiet, calm part of Brooklyn. I have one sister and two brothers.... one of which left while he was just a kit. I am extremely excited to tell you my story.... but, let's skip to the present.
The lumiscent lighting of the moon and howling wind made quite a macabre setting during the current Leafbare, but it was actually quite nice where I lived. It would have been just fine, if my brother wasn't here to bother me. This peculiar night was the night everything changed.
I curled my lip, yelping as Cheshire tackled me. Pain spread through my skull as he backed away. "Oh, sorry Lunatic Loki," He grinned his idiotic smile. I hate it when he calls me that. Who the hell does he think he is? I thought. In my mind, he is an overly-social phsycopathic heathen who spends too much time with gangs of disgusting brutes. Every exhausting day was like going 'round and 'round on a carousel. The torture and pain repeated itself. Pain crackled through my skull as my head slammed against the littered ground. Leaves crunched under my form. "Cheshire, leave her alone," My sister, Bonnie, snarled. "Shut up, pipsqueak," Cheshire snickered. "Stay away from Bonnie, she's done nothing wrong," I said brusquely. He stared at me for a moment, as if he was about to strike.
And he did.
He slammed me into the tree where we usually sleep under, a snapping sound coming from behind. Blood trickled down the back of my head as nausia overcame me. As I lay on my side, Bonnie rushed towards me. But Cershire sliced her cheek's skin and flesh as she passed when he lashed out. I didn't want to, and I don't know why, but that's when I snapped. I flew to my mitts, facing Ceshire with my fur on end, making me twice my real size. I kept darting back and forth, keeping my distance, yet striking hard and fast as my serrated talons lacerated his flea-bitten skin. He howled in pain as my claws caught in his left eye. My unguis curled deeper into the wet, soft pupil in his eye. His howling of anguish soon turned to shreiks of terror when I jerked my paw back, ripping the eye out of the socket. He shreiked as he curled fell onto his side, his pupils dialating. He finally knew what he was dealing with. All that time, bullying me and my sister had driven me mad. Am I really a lunatic? Maybe, but that's his problem because I'm a lunatic he created. I stared at him as he slowly drowned in his own sanguine fluid, I spoke. "Don't expect any sympathy from me, you idiot," I stared down at him. As he stopped breathing, I glanced at Bonnie, only to be met by a traumatized, and terrified, look of pure horror. I spoke two words: 
"I'm sorry,"
Chapter Two: 
===                                                                            Tragedy===
Thunder rolled in the distance. Me and Bonnie didn't talk to eachother after the chilling incident with me and Cheshire. I have to be honest, I actually felt sorry. I never wanted to kill anyone... but he drove my to the point where I thought there was no way out. 
He's really done it now.
I lay flat on my side in the small, quiet hole in the tree. I was taking a small nap, but I had been awoken by... something. I don't know how to put it, but I just felt this awful prescence arrive. And, I noticed something odd about today. 
Bonnie wasn't here.
I sat up with a start as I noticed this. Bonnie didn't usually leave this place, especially during a drizzling flood like this. I glanced around drearily, and caught sight of her muddy paw tracks heading towards the river. I got to my paws and started towards the river. I fought against the rough torrent of water that came crashing down, plastering fur to my skin. I shook my fur out, but it didn't help much, as I was heading to a flooding river. I hissed as my paw slippled in a muddy hole, slightly twisting it. The dark thundering clouds echoed as I trekked towards the river. I finally heard the soft flow and patter of rain connecting with the cold river. I came upon Bonnie, sitting at the edge of the river that was  swirling madly as sharp rocks jutted from the ground underneath. I took a breath. "Bonnie, your shouldn't be here, it's flooding," My voice faltered a bit. 
"I approached her, but I suddenly became aware of a rushing noise other than the river. Bonnie was staring above where the river came into view. I gasped and backed away as my expression turned to horror, as well as Bonnie's. 
It was only a matter of seconds, before the rushing water engulfed us.
My vision swirled before me. Thoughts flooded my mind like a freight train. I swam frantically as the water tugged at my fur. I squinted, my eyes picking out Bonnie. I swam towards the floor of the river, and I was horrified at the sight that I saw. Her leg was crushed, trapping her underwater. Drowning her. I clapsed my crowns around her scruff, tugging a desperate attempt to free her. I let go, as I felt the pressuring urge to breathe. The water started rushing again, and I watched as she went limp, her eyes dulling, but still locked on me. And she smiled. I cried out, and water filled my lungs. My tears mixed with the cold water as I was dragged farther, and farther, and I closed my eyes, letting the water caress me.
Black enveloped my vision, and the last thing I saw, was my dear sister.
Chapter Three:
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I opened my eyes to a dull day. Rain continued to patter on the muddy ground. I struggled to my paws. A sharp pain shot through my paw like a bullet, and I stumbled forewards. I caught myself, staring at the ground. My mind was blank, the only thing pictured was the gaze of my dead sister. But, something was off. She had smiled before she died... Smiled? I limped quietly towards the TwolegPlace, and thunder clapped in the distance. I couldn't handle being in the forest anymore. When my paws met the cold concrete, I shivered. How on earth could the TwolegPlace cats even stand this place? I waited untill the monsters have passed until I crossed the large Monter Path. I scurried across, careful not to slip. Once I got to the other side, I realized that I hadn't noticed how hungry I was. I slipped into an alley, sniffing around. I caught the damp scent of chicken, although it was harder due to the rain. I squeezed into a small box, and in the corner was a slightly wet chicken breast. I was about to bite down, when a jet-black tom known as Skull burst in. Skull was one of the ruffians that my brother would hang around. "Shoo, scrap," He hissed. When I was too terrified to budge, he latched onto my scruff, dragging me out. He slammed my weak frame against the wall, and held me down. "Hey, guys, look what an owl dropped in," He snickered. Two other felines  slipped from under the dumpster, yawning. The opened their eyes, and looked at me in interest. "Isn't that Cheshire's little sister?" A calico brute named August asked. "Yea, and you got a bone to pick with me?" I glared at them, smiling at my own bad joke. "Shut up," Skull hissed. I know it wasn't the best thing to do at the time, but hey, his name's Skull and that was a skeleton joke. But, let's get back to the point. "You're such a loser, Loki," He laughed. He shoved me. "Get outta here, before I kill you," He sibilated. I struggled to my paws, limping away. I'm gonna show them.... And I'll kill 'em all... I thought.
I took a sharp breath in, holding it, the promise sealed.
Chapter Four:
Lessons
The crisp LeafBare air was cool and calming, but when you live in the TwolegPlace, it's anything but calm. 
I padded around the city, just to get used to my surroundings. I try to avoid certain alleys, since it's either where a gang of cats lurk, or a dead corpse rots there. I had found my own place in a small, quiet alley. It wasn't much, the only things that were there were a few peices of rotting food, a dumpster, and one small box. But still, it was something. I ambled along the rough concrete, and I suddenly caught the aroma of sizzling beef. I wandered into an alley, and found a large plate of meat. I didn't know why the Twolegs had wasted such food, but I would take it. I gulped down hungrily. The flavor was juicy and tender, perfect. I felt a force shove me into the ground. "Well, well, look what we've got here,"  A deep, dark grey tom with an edgy accent meowed. "A scrap came 'round to steal our food," He hissed. "Just let one cat go for o-" A tawny she-cat's gaze landed on me. I froze, starving in horror. He suddenly looked at me with hatred. "You're Loki, aren't you?" He asked, his cold, somber gaze staring down at me. He suddenly backed away, and sat down. "I never thought... no... it can't be..." He hissed to himself. He glared at me, his stare unblinking. "I'm your brother," He snarled. Shock gripped me. My brother? No. He wasn't supposed to look like this. Mother had described him as a kind, sturdy feline who always shared and never got angry. My stormy gaze looked up at him. I don't know why, but I felt a boiling hatred that overwhelmed all that I thought. I curled my lip before he finally let me go. I padded away, but I felt this... unwelcoming prescence follow me. I was so stupid. I should have ran. Ran for help. I slipped into a small alley, the one I slept in. Pain folded in the back of my head, slamming and blocking my thoughts as if a club was swung at me. Nausia overcame me, as I hurled around. My brother stood there, a fiery hatred in his eyes. "You feeble feline could never be my sister, your death doesn't affect me, I don't care if you're my sister. I'm not proud at all that I share the same blood!" His ragged meowing turned into a yowl. He lashed out, one of his claws slicing my eye. I sucked in a ragged gasp, and I backed away. I roughly pushed past him before he could strike again, running as fast as my limbs would carry me. I finally collapsed in a narrow alley, my tears staining my face, along with blood. Then, I fell into an uncomfortable slumber.
Chapter Five:
Dreamcatcher
I opened my eyes to find myself in the river. A flicker of alarm surfaced, and I turned my head to see my sister floating beside me. My mind full of questions, I hoisted her onto my back. But... Something wasn't right. Hadn't I lived through this before? I shook my head. Now was not the time to ask questions. I began to fight to get to the surface, but it seemed to get farther and father. Fire burned in my lungs, and then it all stopped. My sister dissolved, and I tried to cry out for her but my jaws wouldn't work. I blinked, and I saw my brother, floating above me. Watching me with a sinister grin. 
MAJOR WIP
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