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Kim-na opened the door of the stairwell, having clumsily worked her way back down two floors’ worth of spiraling metal steps and six more floors of their cement cousins.  She loved heights, but stairs — less so.  Neither horses nor centaurs did stairs very well.  She was more an “elevator” kind of girl — too bad the elevator in this building hadn't worked in years.  She squeezed through the second-floor heavy metal door and let it squeal closed and slam behind her.

“Grab your backpack,” said the silhouetted figure of Camberley, already hovering over the pile where she’d dumped her gear.  “But leave the guns.  They’ll cause more trouble than they’ll help — this time, anyway.”

“Aw, not even a little pistol?” she said.

“Bring the backpack.  If you want to put something in it, you can, but arms won’t really help.  But don’t dawdle; we have less than ten — maybe eight minutes — before a bomb destroys this building.”

Kim-na boggled and ran over to the backpack.  “Why’n’t ya say that before?”  She reached down, and despite his admonition to the contrary, she grabbed not only the backpack but kept in it the pistol and revolver she’d been carrying, and kept several grenades too.  She wasn’t going into a war zone unarmed, even if Camberley somehow knew the guns would be useless.

He had already floated back to the stairwell, and she whirled around, knocking over an easel.  She broke into a quick canter and stopped in front of the door.  A loud boom rang through the air and shook the walls.  Camberley was right:  With those kinds of noises, the library didn’t have much time.  She threw open the door, raced down the steps to the ground floor, stumbled once, and darted between the stacks toward the exit.  Another boom shook the walls again, and the hanging lights flickered once, twice — and went out just as she reached the ornate, sturdy wooden front door.  She thrust it aside and crumbled and rolled down the marble steps, landing uncomfortably in an unruly heap on the sidewalk below.

Camberley floated over to her.  “You didn't need to rush.  There’s still a good six minutes left, and the blast will strike the southern wall.  These steps are quite safe.”

She pulled herself up off the sidewalk, brushing dust and dirt from her pelt, and rubbing her shoulder.  “You could’a told me that before I busted my ass gettin’ down here.  Damn, scrapes and bruises hurt too, y’know.”


Camberley’s moonlit sliver turned and looked up at the sky wistfully.  A cold wind rushed by, but it was quickly canceled by a blast of hot air as a bomb struck a building beside the library.  Kim-na crouched and braced herself against the wind as flames welled up on the far side of the building.

“We — I guess we ought to be going,” he said.

“Ya think?” said Kim-na.  She stood back up and peered across the dark street.  In the moonlight, it looked as though it was a river of cement — and then it occurred to her that it really was a river of black asphalt, cold, but still a sludgy liquid.  The dashed yellow lines were gently flowing with the current to meet the crossroad, and as she watched in awe, the front half of a sedan floated by, its rear hidden under the ripples.

“Yes, I think we ought to be going.  Come on then,” said Camberley, his voice now firm.  He floated away down the sidewalk to the east, and she turned, brushed herself off once more, and took off after him.
*   *   *

What had once been a park was now smoking rubble, and Kim-na was astonished that it had changed so much in fifteen minutes’ time.  The giant web covering the battlefield was still there, but it was torn and tattered now, rent asunder by the claws of wolfmen and other stranger creatures whose bodies littered the ground below.  Many of them were twisted and wrong, bizarre convolutions of human forms and animal forms, made by a creator that was surely sociopathic if not outright evil.  And beside them were other creatures, these designs of elegance and grace, not just true humans but also winged men, and nagas and centaurs and furries and not a few driders, all lying with their twisted brethren, their blood staining the battlefield one and the same.  Here and there were smoldering craters, and a twisted tree wrenched from the soil or split in twain by an explosion.  Small fires burned in random spots, and they would surely have spread farther had not the land been so dead and barren to begin with.  The scene looked like something out of a movie, so bizarrely surreal that Kim-na could not be sure there wasn't a director hiding somewhere, about to shout “Cut!” after which the fallen forms would rise and meander to the lunch-table for sandwiches, coffee, and a smoke.  But no-one called and no-one rose:  The only noises here were the rare zing of a bullet or the distant thud of a bomb or the crackle and sizzle of a small fire.

Kim-na and Camberley stood on the park’s edge as smoky haze wafted past them and the unmistakable smells of blood and gunpowder filled the air.  “Holy hell,” she said.

“War looks like this,” said Camberley.  “I traveled a little the first year I had this form.  I saw people fighting, and it never looks any different, no matter who’s doing it or what their reasons are.  Young men and women dead.  Civilians dead.  It’s sad that this species never grew out of its brutal roots.  And I’m not on a high horse:  I’m just as guilty as anyone, and that could so easily have been me out there:  There but for the grace of God go I.”

“Well, I’m on a high horse,” said Kim-na.  “And that ain’t me out there.  I may be bitchy and violent, but I don’t do no wars, and my kids won’t someday neither.  My people ain’t human, so we ain't makin’ human mistakes.  Centaurs gonna have a higher standard, s’what I’m talkin’ about.”

Camberley looked up at her, and she could almost make out his face.  “You really like what you are, don’t you?”

“Why shouldn’t I?  Every girl wants a horse.  I got mine and I don’t never gotta lose it or sell it.  Plus someday I get married an’ I get my boy ’n a horse with him — it’s a two-for-one sale on girl happiness.”

Camberley shook his head, and she was sure he was smiling at her.  “I never would’ve expected it.  Maybe the Change wasn’t a complete disaster:  A closed door, and an open window.  But come on; time’s wasting.”

“Where we goin’?”

Camberley’s thin silvery-lined arm rose and pointed.  “You have to go that way.  The moment the bomb strikes the library, you’ll need to run at a hard gallop to the trucks.  Don’t stop, and don’t slow down.”

She looked oddly at him.  “What?  Why not?”

“Because they’re calling in a second and larger bombing raid right now, and those Marines are going to be laying down cover fire.  If you maintain a straight line to the trucks, and don’t slow, you’ll arrive intact.  They know better than to shoot at a centaur; they’ll think you're on their side and protect you.  But if you slow down, or change course, or stop and smell the roses, you’ll be blasted to bits by the bombs, and since I’m entrusting you to talk to my daughter about me, I’d appreciate it if you’d live long enough to do that.”

She frowned.  “Great.  And what’re you doin’?”

“I’m going that way.”

His arm swiveled slowly and stopped.  A trio of planes raced overhead, and suddenly the far side of the battlefield exploded in a giant ball of fire.

“You’re going there?” she gasped.  “To the beast!?”

Camberley’s outline nodded.  “I have unfinished business.  I have a mistake to rectify and a younger daughter to whom I must speak a last time before I am gone.”

“No way.  You know what they do if they caught you?  You can’t — ”

“Too late — run!” cried Camberley as an airplane roared overhead.

Suddenly there was a great explosion behind them.  Kim-na whirled about.  The near wall of the library had been wrenched into a thousand pieces, and she could see half of Camberley’s circle of easels and whiteboards through the open gash, while the other half surely lay in the rubble below.  Cement slabs crumbled to reveal rods of rusty rebar, and smoke and fire poured from the dark yawning chambers behind them.  She realized the books were burning, but she had no time to care:  Her mind reeled, and Camberley’s instructions peeled across the inside of her eyeballs as though they were emblazoned on a Broadway marquee:  Hard gallop.  Don’t stop.  Don’t slow down.

She turned about to face the trucks, kicked mightily, and bolted.  She ran, hard and fast, her head down, never looking up, a hard gallop like she’d never run before.  It wasn’t easy for her to let instinct take over:  She’d spent years fighting it, maintaining control of her mind and her emotions, but now with explosions bursting all around her — sometimes only a few feet away — running in terror seemed easy.  Her hooves tore into the dirt, and she began to feel a little winded by the halfway mark, but she kept running.  Once, just once, she dared to glance over her shoulder and look for Camberley, and she thought she saw him, a glowing outline approaching the stadium with his hands in the air as two guards pointed guns at him, but there was a sharp sting in her left shoulder and she redoubled her efforts and focused on running.  Darting around fallen figures in the deep blue of the early twilight, leaping over blackened chasms torn into the earth by explosions, scrambling across what was left of a street — with every step the trucks grew closer.  Some misshapen large thing swung its arm at her, but she ducked and kept running.  She had something important to do, and by God, she wasn’t going to die before she did it.  Around the trees now, some ripped into splinters, past some large lumbering dark creature, and there were the mounds of sandbags, and behind them the men whose gunfire had covered her as she ran, and who now unleashed their fury on the lumbering dark thing that toppled and fell with the shudder of an earthquake.

Only at last when she skidded to a halt in front of the closest truck did she realize she’d been hit in the shoulder by a bullet and was bleeding all down her arm, but she’d made it across the battlefield.  Exhausted and gasping, she turned dizzily between the trucks, stumbled into the Marines’ camp, and collapsed into the dirt.
*   *   *

“Well, I’ve heard enough stories about you, but I never thought I’d see you in person,” said a male voice above her.

She blinked, and her eyes adjusted to the light.  There was a yellow-green ceiling up there, lit by a hanging electric lamp, but the ceiling was warped, bent, twisted, folding, wavering — no, no, this was a tent, not a building.  She was in a tent, and there was a strange man — creature? — leaning over her.  He was smartly dressed in a black suit, and he had the head of — a cheetah?  A leopard?  He was some kind of cat, but she couldn’t say exactly what.

“Who — who are you?” she mumbled.

“Your reputation precedes you, Kim-na Yu,” he said.  “Caitlyn’s told us a lot of good things about you.  I’m Dan Parker.  I work for the FBI, and you and I both are in the very capable hands of the United States Marine Corps.”

“Not without some argument,” said another male voice, this one rattly and raspy.  The voice sounded like it was seated in a chair somewhere to her right.  There was a boom, and the tent shook.

“Don’t start that again, Governor,” said Parker.  “You know how the President classified this.  Special National Interest, so it’s Army and Marines, and even they are specialists only.  No grunts allowed, and no National Guard.  They sent in the best of the best on this.  You’re welcome to walk outside and watch ’em if you don’t believe me.”

“It’s still my state they're blowing up,” he groused.

“How do — you know Caitlyn?” said Kim-na.

“We picked her up in Maryland,” said Parker.  “Got damn lucky on that one.  They were trying to bring her here by old Route 1, and we had an ordinary M sting going on outside Conowingo.  Stumbled right on to her.  She’s safe now, back at — ”

“It’s a felony to say that name,” said another male voice, a pinched, precise tenor, coming from someone standing somewhere to her left.

“Do you really think it matters?” said Parker.  “Do you really think anybody is going to doubt the existence of Drycom after you blew up half of Philly?  Really, we’re taking this girl there anyway.”

There was a loud explosion, and the tent shook again.

“As I was saying,” continued Parker, “your friend Caitlyn and another centaur named Steven are safe at Drycom — that’s a military base about fifteen miles west of here right now.  The medic went through a bit of effort to fix your shoulder — the bullet missed the bone, but the muscle was pretty badly damaged, and you lost quite a lot of blood.  But since you showed up, I now need to escort you back to Drycom for a rest and debriefing, which is good, because it gives me something to do with my time.  That, and if I’d wanted to be this close to a war zone, I’d have enlisted.”

Kim-na slowly sat up and looked around.  This was a fairly large tent, lit by several hanging electric lights, one of which was flickering, another of which was buzzing, and they'd put her on some kind of drab-green blanket on the ground.

“I should tell you — ”

“There’ll be plenty of time for debriefing on the ride to Drycom,” said Parker.  “Save it at least until I have a pen to take notes.  They won’t even let me carry a cheap Bic around here lest I somehow leak national secrets.”

“Sir!” cried a young male voice.  A Marine darted in, dressed in green camouflage, carrying what looked like a large, ugly yellow-green satellite phone.

The sober-looking military man standing to Kim-na’s left turned to him.  “What do you want, Lance Corporal?”

“Sir, it’s a call from them,” he said, pointing behind him.  “They say they have Camberley, sir, and they want to make a deal.”

“That’s nonsense, Lance Corporal.  We have her at a secure facility.  I saw her there myself yesterday.”

“No, sir.  They say they have someone named Kevin Camberley, and that I should tell Command directly.”

He paused, waiting for an answer, and the men in the tent exchanged glances.

“That’s nonsense, Lance Corporal.  I read his file this morning.  He’s been dead for five years.”

“Um,” said Kim-na.

The tent fell to a dead, eerie silence for just a moment.  Every eye in the room turned to look at her, and she took a breath.  “He ain't dead.  I spoke to him a few hours ago.”

Parker turned to her, his face so pale even his short fur seemed to have turned a lighter color.  “You saw him?”

“Yeah.  He’s the one who told me to come here.”

The tent fell silent, and they could hear gunfire not far in the distance.  The military man spoke.  “Holy hell.”

Parker turned to the young Marine with the phone.  “What do they want?”

“Sir, they say they’ll give us Kevin, and they want Caitlyn in exchange.  What should I tell them?”

The men in the tent exchanged another glance.

The sober-looking military man looked at another sitting man in the tent who had not yet spoken.  The seated man was very smartly dressed, and wore the most insignia on his crisp military uniform of anyone she’d seen.  He thought for a second, rubbing his bare chin, and then he nodded.  “Bring Caitlyn from Drycom,” he said, his voice rich and deep.  He turned to Kim-na.  “Looks like you’re staying here after all.”
The long-awaited Caity's World, Part 30. I wrote this up in bits and pieces over the last month, and proofread it while I was traveling last weekend, and now I'm posting it on my lunch break.

Part 29 is here, part 31 is here, and the Introduction and Author's Notes are here.

Things are getting pretty hectic now!

As always, if you read it, whether you loved it or hated it, please leave a comment!
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zandraxofnebulon Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2012
i am loving reading this in the middle of the night! Also,
LuciusAppaloosius Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2010
Hmmm.... how do you hold someone captive when he's barely there at all?

I suppose I shall find out.......
Catgoyle Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2010
(chuckles) 5:31am... I really am having too much fun with this.
sage987 Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2009
After reading all that from start to finish in one sitting, well I had to get up to let the blood go back to my legs once, I am awestruck.

I don't comment on many things here but I have had to over the course of this epic story.
It has everything a great story should have and I hope that the conclusion will be just as awesome!
phantom-inker Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I thank you greatly for all your kind comments; and if you've read others comments and my replies, you already know the story isn't done yet. I have considerably more of it on my computer than you've seen, but I'm not going to start posting any of it again until I have the entire story to the end written to at least a first draft. Having it my head just isn't good enough ;)

Anyway, I'm really glad you liked it. I try hard to tell a good tale if I can, and while I'm no Shakespeare, I think I can put together a decent plot and interesting characters if I try. Caity's World has been a fun project, and who knows? Maybe if enough folks like it there might be a sequel ;)
sage987 Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2009
Your very welcome, and I would be one of the first to say that a sequel would be awesome.

Looking forward to the closing pages
arialbold Featured By Owner Aug 17, 2009
looove this story.
you manage to have the physicality of their situation as a central theme without resorting to physical plot devices (ie. you actually have a plot!)
good stuff. i've already read it twice.
phantom-inker Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I'm glad you like it, Arial. A lot of TF (and other) writers forget that the first part about telling a story is to tell a story, and to do that, you need plot and character and theme: You need a reason for telling the story, and you need to provide a reason for people to read it.

There is more coming: The climax of the story has yet to be posted, and there is a very definite conclusion. I've decided I'm not going to post any more, though, until I have the story finished and can then post chapters regularly, like twice a week, until the storyline is exhausted and complete. I'm not sure when that will happen (especially given how busy my job has been lately), but it will happen, so stay tuned.

And I'm definitely glad you like it. I've liked your art since the days when it first appeared on Tina's old MB Art page, so it's a real compliment to hear a proverbial thumbs-up from a favorite artist :-)
arialbold Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2009
so true.
it's just so hard to find a plot that involves transformation, with the internal and external conflicts involved, set in an interesting context.
i'm kind of stuck on my comics because of this.
your balance of acceptance and adaptation vs. gambling on making things worse by trying to fix it is excellent.

glad you like my drawings too. and yes this certainly a four thumbs up.
Xweetara Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2009
XD Can you believe I just started reading this whole thing today? Wow, how lazy am I anyway?


Keep up the amazing work! ^^
Cukeman Featured By Owner May 29, 2009  Student Artist
Well, I'm done reading it now. Pretty dang good. Really hasn't been much that's triggered any of my cynicism alerts or things that make me lose interest. It's (ironically) got believeable characters and tone, which is always a plus. Makes me wanna hurry up and finish my story, but it's kinda hard to continue when I compare it to what you've got up so far.
phantom-inker Featured By Owner May 30, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I'm glad you liked it! It's not quite done yet; there's a little more coming, so stay tuned for the remaining chapters!
DonSimpson Featured By Owner May 26, 2009
The story remains engaging, though I thought this chapter seemed a little uneven. Still looking forward to reading the rest.
KiyaraSabel Featured By Owner May 17, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
Ah finally, I caught up on the story again. I just read all the way from chapter fifteen last night and finished the newest three or so this morning. I didn't comment as I was reading because, well I 'm lazy, and because I didn't want to interrupt the flow of story any more than I had to.

You are a very talented writer, keeping all of your characters feeling very real, the world very tangible and detailed.

Keep on writing, and never stop creating art.
phantom-inker Featured By Owner May 24, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I'm glad you liked what you've read so far! There are a few more chapters yet to go before the end of the story, and I really hope everybody likes the ending. I've tried to avoid clichés and write a good yarn, but it'll have to be up to my readers to judge how well I did when the story's finally finished...

...which will be soon ;)
KiyaraSabel Featured By Owner May 24, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
You've done a very good job so far in making this very unique from the average writing out there. This is a good thing, the number of stories that are just reiterations of the same thing over and over is staggering and partly to blame for my lapse in reading in general. It's wonderful to come across something fresh.
phantom-inker Featured By Owner May 24, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I have fairly high standards, and I don't want to write the story if it looks or feels like one I've already read. Caity's World is a conglomeration of a few different story ideas that all were things I hadn't really seen before, and I think it's come together fairly well. Hopefully the reading public will agree, but only time will tell.

That said, I still don't think it's good enough to publish in dead-tree format, but that's a different problem.
KiyaraSabel Featured By Owner May 29, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
It's a good attitude to have.

Well there are print on demand websites that are cheap, reliable, and will show you if your readers do or don't agree. I would definitely buy it in dead tree format.
phantom-inker Featured By Owner May 30, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Well, glad to hear somebody might be interested in the dead-tree version. You wouldn't happen to know a hundred thousand like-thinking friends, would you?
KiyaraSabel Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
Unfortunately, friends are not one of my most plentiful commodities, however, print on demand websites are more economical than ever.
mattchilly Featured By Owner May 16, 2009
this is a good story how about it seems Steven dies *shot in the gut and nobody will know if he will pull though* but he comes in kills Wils *or what ever his name is* and well for lack of a better term live happily ever after with Caitlyn
phantom-inker Featured By Owner May 17, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Interesting suggestions both, but they may or may not be what actually happens ;)
mattchilly Featured By Owner May 17, 2009
chekm8 Featured By Owner May 15, 2009
i love how kim-na is freaking out about the battle and camberly calmly strolls along. i sure do love these chapters where barly anything happens... Grrr... any way thanks for not forgetting about us
phantom-inker Featured By Owner May 15, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Heh, the story's not done; I can't really forget about it.

As for Kim-na, well, she's strong, but enough bullets will make anybody at least a little nervous.
hgndf Featured By Owner May 14, 2009
MitchellTF Featured By Owner May 13, 2009
NO! Keven got caught...probably just as planned, though.
giffl Featured By Owner May 13, 2009
It's been worth the wait.
aurisano Featured By Owner May 13, 2009
Good to see another chapter. Still as good as always.
Rogue7 Featured By Owner May 12, 2009
Another great chapter
RFortescue Featured By Owner May 12, 2009
Did I tell you about my feelings about cliffhangers?
I think, I didn't. ;-)
phantom-inker Featured By Owner May 12, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Um... haven't I put a cliffhanger on the end of, y'know, like just about every chapter?
RFortescue Featured By Owner May 13, 2009
But the days between new chapters seem to be years - and my arms get longer and longer hanging there. ;-)
isoycrazy Featured By Owner May 12, 2009
Oh things are getting good. How many more parts are there till the end? It feels like only a few, ten at most.
phantom-inker Featured By Owner May 12, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I'm not really exactly sure, but you're guessing in the right range. Probably not less than five, and probably not more than ten, but beyond that, I really can't say. I know where the story goes, and the total number of chapters will simply be dependent on however many pages it takes to tell the rest of it.
isoycrazy Featured By Owner May 12, 2009
That makes sense. Plus, with a good story like this, it isn't nice to see it cut down because you want to make it X chapters long.

Thanks for the reply.

On a side note, I hope Dan doesn't die because he's probably one of the few good guys Kit has ever been with.
phantom-inker Featured By Owner May 13, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I expect Parker will make it out okay. There's a chance he might be the sort to make a noble sacrifice, but I really see him getting out while the getting's good. After all, if he were to die, Kat'd kill him ;)
isoycrazy Featured By Owner May 13, 2009
I thought as much.

Now that you mention a noble sacrifice, I'm worried about Caaitlyn's new love dying.
NCmedic125 Featured By Owner May 12, 2009
Very nice... I enjoyed reading it :p
Uncle-Ben Featured By Owner May 12, 2009
Ahhhhhh. :) Just as I expected it ...

Good chapter!
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