Disclaimer; you guys all know this part. Of course, I don't own the cast of
Cats, nor do I own the scripts, the words, anything that appears in the
film or on the stage. The words themselves belong to the esteemed P.S.
Eliot and everything else goes to Andrew Lloyd Webber. The few things that
belong to me are my original characters.
As for my title, Infamous Gold? The title will become apparent as the story progresses so be patient please.
Attention all flamers! Before you even think about sending me something on fire, please make it a bit dignified. Watch the language and only criticize if you can do better.
And here it is. What you've been waiting (or not waiting) for. Infamous Gold!
~**Prologue**~
Demeter twisted away from him again. She hissed, showing her teeth to her captor. He cuffed her across the face, knocking her sideways. He pounced and pinned her to the floor.
"Let me go!" she cried. "You've taken what you want and more! There is no reason for me to stay here."
"But you will, Demeter," he growled. "You won't leave me."
She struggled against his strong paws until she was glaring into his evil yellow eyes. "I will!" She thrashed and managed to free herself from him. The cry of a lone kitten could be heard in the silence that followed. He watched her go and shouted at her fleeing form.
"I will return for you Demeter!" She didn't turn back. "Beware, for I will have you!"
Demeter fled from Macavity's dwelling, running faster as she heard the cry of a kitten pierce the night. If there were cats out now, she'd be questioned more than ever. She had to find her sister. She kept imagining that she heard footsteps behind her and tears streamed from her eyes as she thought of Macavity. She remembered how he'd been before.
{FLASHBACK} "Your voice has called me to you, Demeter," said the wild looking cat by the edge of the junkyard.
"I didn't know you were there!" Demeter cried, embarrassed. "How long have you been listening?" She had been singing a song about how lonely she felt.
"Does it matter?" the wild one asked her. "I will fill that space in your heart, Demeter. Your voice has caused me to love you. I followed the sweetness of it to the face to match and I am hooked. Allow me to make you complete as you so wished in that beautiful song." He held out a dark paw. Without thinking, Demeter placed her delicate paw within his and he pulled her off into the darkness.
"Who are you?" she asked him as they ran over the intermittently strewn junk.
"I am Macavity. I live on the outskirts of the yard." This was before he was involved in crime so the name meant nothing to Demeter.
They stopped and Demeter looked up into his wild features, already falling for his wild charm and strong sense of adventure. She smiled cutely, her kitten like face still a bit childish, only having been a queen for a little while. Macavity pulled her against his chest and kissed her passionately. Demeter was hooked to him.
She stayed with him for the equivalent of two human years and tried to deter him from getting involved with nefarious deeds but her work was for nothing. He was attracted to the thrill of crime and soon had become the most notoriously known cat in the tribe. She still loved him but he began to be rough and very short with her, often throwing her into walls or beating her. Love can only hold so much and Demeter was not a particularly stable cat. She eventually broke. Her mind was in so much pain that she had forgotten that she had left something behind in Macavity's lair that would come back to haunt her indirectly.
As for my title, Infamous Gold? The title will become apparent as the story progresses so be patient please.
Attention all flamers! Before you even think about sending me something on fire, please make it a bit dignified. Watch the language and only criticize if you can do better.
And here it is. What you've been waiting (or not waiting) for. Infamous Gold!
~**Prologue**~
Demeter twisted away from him again. She hissed, showing her teeth to her captor. He cuffed her across the face, knocking her sideways. He pounced and pinned her to the floor.
"Let me go!" she cried. "You've taken what you want and more! There is no reason for me to stay here."
"But you will, Demeter," he growled. "You won't leave me."
She struggled against his strong paws until she was glaring into his evil yellow eyes. "I will!" She thrashed and managed to free herself from him. The cry of a lone kitten could be heard in the silence that followed. He watched her go and shouted at her fleeing form.
"I will return for you Demeter!" She didn't turn back. "Beware, for I will have you!"
Demeter fled from Macavity's dwelling, running faster as she heard the cry of a kitten pierce the night. If there were cats out now, she'd be questioned more than ever. She had to find her sister. She kept imagining that she heard footsteps behind her and tears streamed from her eyes as she thought of Macavity. She remembered how he'd been before.
{FLASHBACK} "Your voice has called me to you, Demeter," said the wild looking cat by the edge of the junkyard.
"I didn't know you were there!" Demeter cried, embarrassed. "How long have you been listening?" She had been singing a song about how lonely she felt.
"Does it matter?" the wild one asked her. "I will fill that space in your heart, Demeter. Your voice has caused me to love you. I followed the sweetness of it to the face to match and I am hooked. Allow me to make you complete as you so wished in that beautiful song." He held out a dark paw. Without thinking, Demeter placed her delicate paw within his and he pulled her off into the darkness.
"Who are you?" she asked him as they ran over the intermittently strewn junk.
"I am Macavity. I live on the outskirts of the yard." This was before he was involved in crime so the name meant nothing to Demeter.
They stopped and Demeter looked up into his wild features, already falling for his wild charm and strong sense of adventure. She smiled cutely, her kitten like face still a bit childish, only having been a queen for a little while. Macavity pulled her against his chest and kissed her passionately. Demeter was hooked to him.
She stayed with him for the equivalent of two human years and tried to deter him from getting involved with nefarious deeds but her work was for nothing. He was attracted to the thrill of crime and soon had become the most notoriously known cat in the tribe. She still loved him but he began to be rough and very short with her, often throwing her into walls or beating her. Love can only hold so much and Demeter was not a particularly stable cat. She eventually broke. Her mind was in so much pain that she had forgotten that she had left something behind in Macavity's lair that would come back to haunt her indirectly.