OK, just a head ups. This story starts a bit after Scourge dies at the claw of Firestar in the last book [The Darkest Hour…I think was the title] of the first part of the series. So that means, I just did a spoiler. Sorry if you hadn't read the book or is reading the book or just starting the series. My deepest apologizes, so that aside, I am also sorry if I make mistakes with names, roles and position of certain characters, I will be checking out the book again to reread and make sure I get the correct details. And with that all aside, please enjoy, comment, fav and enjoy "The Rise of Scourge".
The red moon shone with an eerie glare that filled the sky with the same color: read, blood-red. Making it look as if the sky and the moon had been bleed on by the life-giving blood of a god. The also made the moon look like a red eye, looking down on the dead sliver trees that lined around a blacken clearing in hate and disgust. And with there being no other light available to light the clearing; no stars, no sun or two-leg light crystals. It gave this land the aura of the place where hope dies.
In the middle of the blacken clearing, quite cleverly camouflage into the ground, was atom. But this tom was different from other toms. This one was small, the size of a apprentice at best, with black heart that matched its black heart except for the white paw, tucked beneath the other paw. And this tom was a kittypet, if you would call him that. This tom collar, showing that he was owned by a tow-leg, was studded with the claws and fangs of both dogs and other toms and she-cats that had displeased this tyrant. And the most different thing about this tom from all other toms in the world of past, present and future was this tom was a leader, had been a leader. The leader of the clan from tow-leg place, where only the strongest survived and where the word 'justice', 'peace' and 'hope' no longer exist or didn't exist at all. This tom was Scourge, the tyrant leader of Bloodclan. The one who had united two-leg through blood, struggles, hate and battles.
This once mighty and feared leader was dead, killed in battle against a foe that that a destiny, if you believe in such things. Struck down and now lies still, in the middle of the clearing, with everything gone that he had acquired through his life, except his name, his hatred…and his desire to rule again. Slowly, the tom begins to stir from his slumber of darkness and despair. And through the darkness, a new light appears, the cold and ice-crackling light from his blue eyes appeared through his black fur as he takes in what he sees, trying to see if this was a dream…or reality. The tom turns his head and looks one way, he sees the sliver trees and line the middle of his vie and the blacken bushes that seems to grow around the base of the trees, seeming to go on forever and ever. He turns his head the other way, the same thing. He slowly gets up…and stretches, not at all bothered by where he is or what he is doing there. He sits down and looks up, his cold demon gaze meeting the glare of the red moon.
"What is this place?" he asks…no, more like demanded in a voice that could make any cat's heart start to race with fear or…just stop from fear and terror of this small demon. No response, just silence was his reply. He looked with a slight annoyance at the moon, which became covered with a purple cloud that appeared, as if the moon was hiding from this tom, as if it knew the dangers that this creature held within his frame. The tom looked with a slight tug at its lips, a possible smile? Maybe, maybe…but that did not matter. The tom looked around once again at his surroundings, got up and head in a random direction, to see what was beyond this clearing. But it was easier said or thought, in this matter, than done. The bushes were thick and strong, quite surprising form something dead. But the tom pushed on, finally pushing through and into what lay beyond the barrier which…did not exist. For only a few seconds, seconds, after he left, he return. The tom stopped and looked around the clearing and recognizing it as the clearing that it had left only seconds before. The tom had a look of confusing and puzzlement, only a small one, but still a look of bewilderment. The tom tried again, the same thing happen, he tried another direction, the same thing, and finally he tried to run through it, the same answer. Appearing again in the clearing, with a look of hatred that would make any senior, brave and loyal warrior run away in terror like a new apprentice. He gave up and return to his spot in the middle of the clearing. As he sat there and fumed, he did not notice that the moon was back, glaring down at him with a renewed hatred and he did not also notice that the bushes began to move, moving onto each other and moving and climbing onto the sliver trees, making a walkway which was in use. As quiet as a phantom but as quietly as a mouse, a young she-cat entered the clearing and with a quick glace, the bushes moved back to where they were before. Satisfied with the placement of the bushes, the young she-cat moved until she was almost upon the tom and spoke in a warm voice.
"Planning to sulk all day there…Scourge?" she asked with a slight tease in her voice
The tyrants quickly spin around and attacked, but to only have his attack…go through the intruder's body. His blue eyes go from narrow to wide as this discovery, but he does not have long to ponder this for the she-cat quickly pins him beneath her and moves her muzzle to his till they are touching.
"Manners, Scourge, manners. Where are your manners?' she asks, still using a teasing tone.
"Do not order or ask question to me" he hiss "I am the only one that is allowed"
"Why?" she asks, her eyes wide and innocent looking
"What?" he asks back, missing to grasp her question
"Why are you the one to ask and/or order others around?" she asks "If you ask me, you are in no position to demand things that you cannot get…ahh, no interrupting till I'm finish" she says as she cuts him off from speaking. "Look where you are, you are away from everything that was once yours and do you know why…you are dead" Scourge's eyes goes wide as he recalled his last battle, fighting the forest fools, killing the co-called leader of 'Thunderclan', Firestar…only for him t come back, saying that he had nine lives, granted to him by Starclan…and him dying at that fatal blow that he, Firestar, had delivered. He let out a high-shrill screech that ripped through the air that could shatter bone. When it had died down, he was gasping and pantiong, struggling not to break done, for having lost everything, he had nothing left of his rule, not even his name truly belonged to him anymore.
"Not all is lost, Scourge" the she-cat replied as if had read his thoughts. "I can help you regain everything you had lost…and more". Scourge blue eyes meet her emerald eyes and he nodded, she smiled and got off him. Waiting for him to regain his stance on the ground and continue, which did not take long. "Now then, to start things off…my name is Shimmer, I am a Gathering and this place…is NoWhere"
"Scourge narrowed his eyes "A Gathering and a place called NoWhere…do you think I will let you insult me!" his low voice becoming a screech as he threw himself at Shimmer. Only to go through her again and to land on the ground behind her. "Do you want revenge?" asked Shimmer, not at all bothering at being attacked.
"Want!" snarled Scourge as he spun around and started at the back of Shimmer's head
"Do you want revenge? You want to be a glories warrior that made all tremble before you? Do you want to be able…to be able to KILL Firestar?" she asked
"Yes" replied Scourge without hesitation, his eyes burning and his teeth bared to all to see.
"…Then, I will help you" replied Shimmer "Starting now, you and I will work together…to kill Firestar and bring his entire clan and all of the forest cats that support him and help keep their 'code of the clan' to our mercy" Snarled Shimmer that made the moon hide once again behind a purple cloud, fearing for its own safety…and those that had awaked the hatred of not only one demon, but TWO demons.