The murky untamed water crashed against the wall of the docks. The night was near and a storm was brewing. The dark and never-ending water grew angrier and angrier as storm clouds built up in the sky, blocking the bright white light which came from the moon. As thunder rumpled through the clouds and first, tiny droplets of rain came pouring down onto the stone ground. After a couple of seconds the rain became more heavy and more violent to the ground. Puddles emerged from one place to another, some joined up, some stayed single. From the distance there was a cry. A cry of something or one who sounded as if they were in pain. The cry turned silent and once again, all you could hear was the 'pitter patter' of the rain droplets. Silence hung over the docks, the water had calmed down for a moment. But only to let another cry pierce the air. This time the cry was hoarse and weak. A figure ran towards the side of the docks, panic written on his face. The gingerish figure turned his head around to face the direction he came in,
"Boys! She's over here!" He called, as he shouted four more figures came into sight.
"Where?" One of the other figures shouted out, his voice showing a trace of cockney.
"Down in the water, Jerrie." The first figure told the other tom, pointing down at the dark and gloomy water. The tom, now named Jerrie, nodded. He peered around the edge of the platform and set his gaze on a struggling queen. The queen splashed against the water, trying to stay afloat. Her face grew in worry and her body grew weaker with every movement she made.
"Who's going to fetch her?" Jerrie asked, staring back towards the group of toms, each tom shrugged.
"The water is far to wild and dangerous to be going jumping in." The leader of the toms spoke, sighing heavily.
"So you suggest we leave her? Are you serious Macavity?" Jerrie growled dangerously. "I know her being in your hideout is bad, but letting her just die is even worse!" Jerrie snapped.
Macavity just rolled his bright yellow eyes and glared down at him, "It's her own fault for running off, now isn't it? I am not one to be chasing after dumb little queens, who don't even give a damn about how I keep them alive and sometimes well. She should of showed respect, instead of trying to run away." Macavity breathed, "Maybe now she got what she wished for. Death." He chuckled darkly and motioned the other cats away. "Come on Jerrie, We're leaving."
Jerrie sighed and watched his boss walk away, he turned back out to the water. And without a second thought, jumped in to save the queen. He swam as fast as he could in the freezing water, his body shaking with coldness. The queen was now close to giving up the fight for life. She moved her paws slowly against the water and looked up.
"Everlasting cat, save me now. I know it's not my turn to leave this world." She spoke quietly, her voice quivering. The calico tom swam by the side of her and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her to the safety off the shore.
"It isn't your time to go yet." He reassured her as he laid her on the stone ground. "You have a full life ahead of you." He spoke softly.
"I-it's so cold." She whispered, staring up at the sky.
"It's going to be alright, I swear on my life. You'll be warm again, soon enough." Jerrie told her, smiling down at the queen. He looked cautiously over his shoulders, to make sure Macavity hadn't realized Jerrie wasn't following.
"Why did you save me? I could tell.. He.. Didn't want be alive." The queen asked, staring at her savior.
"To heck with Macavity. I couldn't care less for him. If he wanted you dead, believe me Electra, he would of killed you himself." Jerrie told her. "Now, can you stand up?" He asked Electra. She nodded and shakily stood up, Jerrie helping her up. "Come on, you can't be found here, nor can I. If he found out I helped you, we are both dead." He told her, walking to the dockhouse. Electra sighed and walked with him, using him as support. She was still extremely cold.