Control - Songfic

**WARNING: THIS SONG CONTAINS GORE AND MINOR LANGUAGE. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS, PLEASE TURN AWAY**

An Among us themed songfic by ***✧Feathercloud✧*** Enjoy!

Song by Halsey.

## Prolouge

“Hello,” A voice mews

I turn around, staring into the deep amber gaze of the gray tom padding towards me.

“Hi,” I mew back, and sit down as he approaches.

“We got the last one,” The tom mews, purring.

I smile at him, twitching my tail. 10 cats for our entertainment.

“And the force field?” I ask.

“All set,” The gray cat purrs. “I never thought Redflower could do it, but I guess we underestimated her.”

“Redflower is a great cat,” I mew. “But harnessing the energy of the stars? That is something almost unthinkable,”

“And we have ten Clan cats from the 5 Clans here to fight,”

I purr. Even since Stripebreeze had faded away, the one cat who had kept us all from attacking and destroying the living, this idea had been sparking among my home. But I never thought it would work.

“And enough Dark Forest cats to watch that this will be perfect,” I say. “Ready, Graytooth?”

Graytooth nods. “What about you, Hawkfeather?”

“Oh, me?” I ask, and stand up.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,”

## Song

**They send me away to find them a fortune**

Ravenmoon opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was a dark forest. Ferns and bark and moss and streams occupied it, sucking up the dusty air, but they all looked lifeless, and in a shade so dark it could be black.

*Just like me.* She thinks, and stares down at her pitch-black fur. Black except for a white flash on her chest. Oh, and her white tail-tip

And- where was she? Racking her brain, she searched for a memory.

SkyClan. River. Rose. Paw. Duty. Friend. Battle.

Oh, right.

SkyClan - her Clan. Her home

River - Riverstream and Wetgorse. Her parents. Dead, now, taken by an awful greencough that had swept through camp a few moons ago.

Duty - her Clan. Abandoned her, most likely.

Rosepaw - her sister. Her younger sister. Black fur, like her, but not as sleek and shiny, yet speckled with many tiny white flecks. And green eyes. Gorgeous green eyes.

Friend - Creamfur, her best friend, her kithood friend. Where was she?

Battle - the last battle between her and- her and who?.

**A chest filled with diamonds and gold**

Ravenmoon got up, quickly and quietly, scanning her surroundings.

“They want us to rat out an imposter,” She muttered, and shook herself to her senses. Where had that come from? That knowledge?

“There will be a prize,” echoed through her mind.

*Maybe that prize is going home.*

**The house was awake, the shadows and monsters**

Ravenmoon trekked through the dark forest, grateful for her dark fur which blended so perfectly in the shadows.

She looked around, scanning for prey, but found nothing. Where was it? She knew she would need food to keep up her energy, although she did not feel hungry.

**The hallways, they echoed and groaned**

A noise caught her attention. Whipping around, her striking yellow eyes scanned the forest. A rustle, there! In the bush.

Ravenmoon backed away.

*What is it?*

**I sat alone, in bed till the morning**

Apart from whatever was in the bush, they were alone. Her nose twitched, catching the scent of cat. A familiar cat. But who?

“Who are you!!” She yowled loudly, her voice echoing in the emptiness.

**I'm crying, "They're coming for me"**

There. A pair of blue eyes, narrowed. No, widening.

And pouncing.

The stranger, a dappled cream she-cat, leaped from its hiding spot and lunged for Ravenmoon.

**And I tried to hold these secrets inside me**

Ravenmoon yowled, and ducked down as the cat sailed over her. When the shadow escaped her vision, she spun around to face the cat, whirling her claws. Without looking, she slashed at it.

*Whoever it was might kill me*, she thought. *They could be the imposter!*

Impostor. The word means, ‘a cat who impersonated a friend or another cat’. Why had it come to her all the sudden? What was this-this sudden wish to kill?

**My mind's like a deadly disease**

“Ow!” A shrill voice yelped. Ravenmoon slashed again, without thinking, without looking.

“Stop!” It cried, and she did. She recognized this cat.

“Creamfur?” The black she-cat whispered.

Creamfu nodded, staring at her with sky-blue eyes.

“You hurt me,” She cried softly.

“Sorry,” Ravenmoon whispered back, and bent down to face her friend. Creamfur was a delicate cat. Scratch her, and the pain would leave a mark until the whole scar left her body. Very fragile, a cat who just wanted to be friends with anyone.

**I'm bigger than my body**

“It’s fine,” Creamfur responded. Ravenmoon stared behind her, and a flash of bright light occupied her vision. The two friends screeched, enough to wake up any cat nearby, shutting their eyes. When they opened them, the tree behind them blazed with fire.

**I'm colder than this home**

Creamfur yelped, and turned around, preparing to dash just as Ravenmoon sprinted off. But a branch, broken by the flames, split with a crack and landed straight in front of her. She slipped, falling before it, and a spark fell down to light it on fire.

**I'm meaner than my demons**

Ravenmoon glanced back just as her friend was obscured by the fire.

“Creamfur!” She shouted, stopping. “Creamfur!”

*Run.* A voice urged inside her. *Run, leave her behind, one down, run.*

No tears. Just the sound of paws kicking up dark leaves as ravenmoon sprinted away.

**I'm bigger than these bones**

*Why?* She wondered to herself as she ran. *That's Creamfur! Go get her!*

As much as she tried, however, she could not force herself to turn around. Just run.

**And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"**

A flash of something caught her vision, and she tilted her head. Forest- no, a cat. Two. Just barely visible, like a ghost, standing there, watching her. Brown-gray tom and a russet red she-cat.

She blinked, and they were gone.

Rubbed her eyes with one paw, and saw them again.

And she knew. A shield.

**I can't help this awful energy**

Ravenmoon gritted her sharp teeth. Those two cats. Watching. Why didn’t they help? Why? She knew it, however, as more cats became visible behind the shield. They liked this.

*Kill them! Kill them! Now! Rip them apart! Tear their bodies in half!*

*No!* Again. These dark thoughts, this dark demon in her, where was it coming from?

**God damn right, you should be scared of me**

Ravenmoon bowed her head and forced herself to keep running. The smoky air caught up to her. The fire, which most likely had just killed her best friend, was chasing her.

She was truly scared. Not of the fire, but of the dark her inside of her that made her leave Creamfur, wish to kill these cats. Why?

And-if she made it back home somehow, somehow won this game, would it still be there? Would she harm Rosepaw?

**Who is in control?**

This game. What was it?

*Wait! Stop!* Her mind screeched. Ravenmoon shook her head, and dug her paws into the ground the moment she saw it.

The ledge.

“No!” She screeched, struggling to stop herself. But it was too late.

Suddenly she felt ground, next she did not.

The last thought she caught herself thinking, was, who made this game?

**I paced around for hours on empty**

*Earlier. This was earlier.* Ravenmoon thought, as she caught this memory flowing through her.

Pacing, running, run-pacing, in the light forest of her home. Rosepaw perched on a log, glancing at her with a worried expression.

“You okay?” She had asked.

Her sister. Her sweet, kind, young, innocent sister.

**I jumped at the slightest of sounds**

A rustle. Just like when Creamfur had scared her. But not Creamfur.

Rosepaw had jumped, toppling off of her log with a yowl.

And the cat had lunged for Ravenmoon.

And she had jumped again, woken again, but in the dark arena.

**And I couldn't stand the person inside me**

*It's an arena, huh? Where’d I think of that?*

Ravenmoon puzzled over it for a bit, but never found the answer.

*And-and why did I leave behind Creamfur?*

Another unpuzzled mystery.

Ravenmoon bit her tongue, fighting the urge to stand up. *Stay down,* she told herself, although she did not know why.

*I want to kill myself. I want to claw my chest open and watch the blood flow. I want to leave this place.*

*I left my best friend behind. I shouldn’t have done that. I* have *to kill myself!*

*Why?* These dark thoughts swarmed through her once more. *Why?*

**I turned all the mirrors around**

And- and why am I alive.

Fire. Shield. Cliff.

Should I be dead?

*Open your eyes and you’ll find out.*

Ravenmoon opened her eyes. At first she just saw the cats behind the shield, watching her and pawing at the shield. Their mouths opened. But their words, she did not hear.

*They think I can’t see them.*

One cat laughed, motioning towards Ravenmoon with his tail.

And the shield shimmered away from view.

**I'm bigger than my body**

Ravenmoon got up, shaking dark gold and green leaves off of her.

“Ow,” She grumbled, and looked up.

At a bunch of pairs of eyes.

Too many.

*No! No! Cats! Run! They will kill you! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? RUN!*

*It’s fine, It’s fine. They’re just cats, like you and Ros-JUST CATS!*

*You’re smart, you’re strong, you’re fast and deadly.*

*Deadly.*

*A survivor.*

**I'm colder than this home**

“If you want to kill me, good luck!” She can’t stop myself from yowling as the cold wind pierces her sleek fur.

It’s colder here.

“We don’t want to harm you,” A golden-brown tom mutters, his eyes focused on the ground.

“Yeah!” A white she-cat with gray ears squeaks. “You’re safe.”

Around them, cats begin to nod.

They could be friends, or enemies.

The best thing to do would be to run.

**I'm meaner than my demons**

Ravenmoon walks towards the strange cats, and the white she-cat bounds up to meet her with shining pale blue eyes.

“I’m Snowyear,” she mews. I look at her two ears. Gray

“Ravenmoon.” I snap, and will myself to claw her ears. But somehow, I think that won’t end up well for me.

“Goldstorm,” The golden brown tom mutters loudly, and other cats join him.

“Gingerfur,”

“Larchblaze,”

“Pebblepelt,”

“Sunfeather,”

“Darkheart,”

“Great!” Ravenmoon snarls loudly. She doesn’t know why she is so angry.

“That's a temper.” Darkheart chuckles. Ravenmoon narrows her yellow eyes and prepares to lunge, but a cat, Larchblaze, catches her and forces her back.

**I'm bigger than these bones**

“Hey!” She growls, turning on the tabby tom.

“Stop,” He mews threateningly, and turns around without another word.

“Lets get on with this,” He says.

Get on with what?

“Well, back to my point, I vote Gingerfur,” Sunfeather states. “I’m sure he killed Kinkpelt.”

Wait, killed?

“Agreed.” Goldenstorm nods his head. “I trust Sunfeather.”

“So, we vote Gingerfur?” Pebblepelt asks.

*Vote?*

**And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"**

“No!” Gingerfur cries, starting to tremble. He glances at us all. “Sc-scary!”

“Sorry,” Larchblaze says, flicking his tail. “Or not,”

“Please,” He whimpers.

“Not a chance, *impostor*.” Sunfeather growls.

Gingerfur opens his mouth, but before he speaks Darkheart jumps on time and barrels him over. Sunfeather and Larchblaze bound over. They unsheathe their claws.

A sickening feeling sweeps through Ravenmoon. She trembles.

*Stop it.* She thinks. *Stop!*

The three cats step away from the body.

**I can't help this awful energy**

*It’s for the best.*

Why?

*Because-*

*Gingerfur was not an impostor!*

Ravenmoon winces as the thought echoes through her mind loudly, flattening her ears, she glances around.

“Did anyone else hear that?” She asks.

Everyone ignores her.

“Sunfeather,” Larchblaze growls. “You,” Pebblepelt snarls.

“No!” She wails, just as terrified as Gingerfur was moments before.

*I should feel sorry.*

*Why am I not sorry?*  Ravenmoon wonders.

**God damn right, you should be scared of me**

Sunfeather wails, as Goldenstorm leaps for her. One second of jumping. One second of dying.

He glances at Ravenmoon as he turns back. His amber eyes catch hers.

Ravenmoon flattens her ears in fear.

Goldenstorm mouths something to her, something she does not know, before the booming voice in Ravenmoon’s mind tells her that Sunfeather was innocent.

“Strange,” Snowyear mews, and Larchblaze nods.

“Lets do our tasks.” Darkheart says, and they all start walking away.

Tasks?

**Who is in control?**

Ravenmoon shivers, and backs away from the clearing, away from the two bodies- no, they aren’t there anymore. Why? How?

And why did Goldenstorm murder Sunfeather, and Sunfeather and Larchblaze murdered Gingerfur.

Who let them do that, when the cause of the deaths was because they had supposedly killed a cat called Kinkpelt?

Who let them?

**I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head**

*Go do a task, Ravenmoon.* Flashed through the sleek she-cat heads. The voice she does not understand. Turning away, she pads from the clearing, her claws itching to scratch someone and fight.

A familiar feeling, now, yet one she never liked.

**They beg me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead**

Ravenmoon lifted her head, glancing up at the starless black sky.

*Rosepaw, will you keep my memory alive?* She wondered. The only cat she cared about, since her parents and Creamfur’s death, was out there, grieving, standing over a hollow grave, perhaps, tears dripping down those soft peach tabby fur

Or she could be smiling, happy, the memory of her sister pushed so far away she could never retrieve it.

**And I've grown familiar with villains that live in my head**

Ravenmoon titled down her head and spotted something. A small scarlet stream trickling her way.

*Maybe it's a wounded cat you can kill.*

*Or save.*

*Or kill!*

These two minds of her were battling, now, battling for control of the situation. But Ravenmoon had another idea.

**They beg me to write them so I'll never die when I'm dead**

She opened her mouth, letting the air rush inside and focusing on the scents wading in.

*There!* She knew who had just died, and who killed him.

*I’ll find him.*

A rustle sounded behind her, then a yowl.

She did not have to look far.

**I'm bigger than my body**

Ravenmoon spun around, unsheathing her silver claws and raising them above herself.

“You can’t win!” Goldenstorm yowls, then slashed at her paw. Pain shot through Ravenmoon.

*I will survive this.*

**I'm colder than this home**

Ravenmoon narrowed her eyes. “Oh yes I will,” She responded, and ducked as the golden tom lunged for her.

She twisted around, rolling out of his reach before springing up. Goldenstorm’s wide paws slammed the ground and he stared at it, aghasi.

“Look out.” She snarled, and just as he turned his head she pounced.

**I'm meaner than my demons**

Ravenmoon toppled his over, sending them rolling over as she dug her claws in his fur. Feeling the yowl of her enemy, she grinned.

*No! Stop!*

Ravenmoon ignored the voice, and jumped away as Goldenstorm hit a tree and slid down, weak, limp, but not dead.

**I'm bigger than these bones**

Ravenmoon stalked up to him, yellow eyes glowing, claws unsheathed, tail lashing.

“Who’s the winner now?’ She asked, and moved his body to see his face and slashed across his nose.

**And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"**

Goldenstorm jolted awake as she slashed him, and he winced, curling his body close to him.

“Please,” He whimpered. “Let me go, and I’ll never target you again!”

“I can’t do that,” Ravenmoon responded. “You’re the imposter,”

**I can't help this awful energy**

Goldenstorm reached out a paw, unsheathed, and slashed her chest, directly at that white spot just as those words escaped her mouth. His blow, however, did not kill her. It only added to the blood.

Ravenmoon yowled in fury and slammed her paw hard on his head, and it fell. She did it again, and then raked her claws down his body.

“Time to die!” She screeched, and clawed open his throat.

**God damn right, you should be scared of me**

“Imposter,” She whispered as she stepped away.

And then it hit her.

She just *killed* a cat.

*What would Rosepaw say?*

Trembling with fear, fear for herself, a low mournful wail escaped Ravenmoon’s mouth. A cat had died. Because of her.

**Who is in control?**

*Why?* She asked herself. *Why!?*

And she did not know the answer. Just like all times she asked herself that question.

“Who am I?” She whispered.

**And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"**

Pawsteps sounded besides her. Ravenmoon turned around to see Snowyear, running away as fast as those white paws would take her, her long tail waving in the wind.

“Oh no you don’t!” Ravenmoon growled. It was back. Her dark side. She chased after Snowyear

**I can't help this awful energy**

Picking up speed, she raced closer and closer. Snowyear looked back, and spotting her, let out a scared yowl.

Ravenmoon gritted her teeth.

Snowyear ran along, kicking up leaves with her feet and sending them drifting in Ravenmoon’s face. Snowyear ran towards an old, rotten log, and crawled under it quickly.

Ravenmoon leaped on the log, and sprung off of it towards her prey.

**God damn right, you should be scared of me**

She landed on the gray-eared she-cat, slamming her down with a cry of triumph.

“Let me go!” Snowyear wailed, struggling to get out of the black she-cats grasp.

“No.” Ravenmoon responded, and slashed her throat.

“Ravenmoon?” A voice mewed. Ravenmoon glanced up to see Pebblepelt and Darkheart staring at her, blue-green and golden eyes widening in fear.

“You should be scared!” She said.

And then it hit her.

They just saw her murder Snowyear.

She was about to get kiled.

**Who is in control?**

## Epilouge

“That was eventful.” I purr, glancing at Graytooth.

He nods, although his gaze is focused down below, where the two last cats stand over th black she-cats body.

Black except for a white flash on her chest, and a white tail-tip.

“You good?” I ask him, and he looks up.

“Yeah,” the gray tom mews back.

“What should we do with the last two?”

I jump at the voice, spinning, but relax once it see who it is. A pale brown she-cat

“Myrtlewasp,” Graytooth bows his head. I do too. Myrtlewasp is the newest leader of the Dark Forest. She authorized this.

“Well?” Myrlewasp asks. “What?”

“Kill them.” I suggest. “I mean, what can we do with them?”

“Alright then,” Myrtlewasp mews. “I’ll send Stonefeather and Sagebranch to do it,”

“Myrtlewasp,” Graytooth asks. “Did you like this…this show?”

“I did,” She responds. “We all did. One or two dislikers, but they were…taken care of. Why?”

“Because,” he answers. “I was thinking of having another. What do you say?”

“Yes.”