SciFi and Fantasy Stories: Music in My Apartment 2

Music in My Apartment 2

It’d been two days.  The landlord had stopped by, and poor Trish was now gone.  I’d underestimated my landlord… instead of getting mad, as I’d expected him to, he’d been very calm as he hammered the eviction notice on my door.  Trish had warmed up to him right away, running up to him and jumping up on him to lick his hand; silly mutt always did like people, no matter who they were.

After he’d left and taken Trish with him, I’d managed to jam something into the window enough to allow me to leverage it open somewhat.  For once, I was honestly glad for my small size; I didn’t need a lot of room to get out of the apartment, after all.  I mean, I wasn’t even an inch tall, for Christ’s sake! 

Those two days I’d been cooped up had had their advantages, however… I knew how to fly quite well by this point, since Trish had decided that chasing Master-that’s-now-really-tiny-and-looks-remarkably-like-a-dog-toy was a fun amusement to pass the time.  I flitted down to the landlord’s apartment, peering through the grime into his place.

He’d adopted Trish, from the looks of it.  Bastard wouldn’t let any of his tenants have pets, oh no… but now here he was, feeding Trish along with two other dogs and a half-dozen cats. 

Cats? 

Terrified, my gaze slowly moved over to the right of me, where two large eyes stared right through me, gauging my possible escape routes.  The orange tabby was crouched on the next windowsill over, his butt wiggling in anticipation of the kill.

Squealing in terror (I hadn’t had a normal voice since I’d become a damned fairy… how macho can you be with a voice that sounds like it can break glass, after all?), I flew straight upward, hoping for altitude.  The cat pounced, his claws just barely missing me.  His paws did hit me, however, sending me cart wheeling off to the left of the building. 

I was alive.  My heart pounding in my throat, I continued flying upward until I reached the top of the building.  I landed on the edge of the roof, panting to release the tension and fear levels somewhat.

This wasn’t good.  Not good at all.

I had to find those fairies again, and somehow try to convince them to change me back to normal.  But where the hell was I supposed to find them?!?  Hell, I was no bigger than an afterthought to most birds and cats… I had no illusions about my survivability on the outside world.

But I had to find them… I didn’t have any choice. 

Where to start… I could visit the docks, I mused… didn’t fairies like water, or something along those lines?  I couldn’t remember, all the fantasy and books of that sort having been read way, way back in my past. 

Come to think of it, I don’t remember what the last book I read actually WAS.  Maybe I should have paid more attention to that particular thing… Lord knows, it might have helped me out in this current situation.

A flapping of wings behind me caught my attention, and I grimaced as I turned around.  Pigeons.  A group of seven of the rats with wings were staring at me, trying to figure out whether I was friend or foe.  I shook my head, taking to the air and leaving my home behind as I turned toward the docks.

As long as I didn’t become fish food, I mused, I should be safe enough sticking fairly close to the water line and hiding underneath the docks themselves.  I shouldn’t attract any untoward attention if I was careful…

Or so I hoped.  Grim, I flew onward as the sun began its descent into the western sky, painting the clouds with hues of red and orange as the land beyond gobbled up its form greedily.  Somewhere out there, I could faintly hear music… music I remembered very, very distinctly… and I had to find it.