Hello! :D
Well, this is a story I wrote for anonymousauthor406, who suggested this couple and beta-read this story. Thank you, dear. :D
I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you like it too. :3
PS. This is AU and it's not for kits. :p
5 Years Ago
"Macavity, step away from him." I growled, gun pointed to his head and the ginger tom turned around slowly with a small smile adorning his lips, settling a weird looking pincer down, his attention leaving the now unconscious tom tied to the chair. "Step away from him or I'll shoot you."
"How did you escape your cell?" He asked amused and I gulped, feeling my arm start shaking as I fought against his magic. This is what I was trained for and Skimbleshanks had trained me very well. I wouldn't let him down by giving in to Macavity's mind tricks.
"Give up, I won't let you hurt him any longer." I hissed at him, fighting against his magic, tightening my grip on the gun.
"What a lovely thing you are…" He said, taking a step small towards me, making me take a step back. "Very lovely indeed. Now, let's put that down, shall we?" He held out his hand and, with a flick of a wrist,the gun went flying towards him and he settled it next to the. Next second, he had me against a wall, hand around my neck, his body completely glued to mine. "I like your spirit, agent. I think after I finish interrogating your friend, I'll play with you. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll enjoy it as much as I will." He purred deeply, grinding his hips against mine and I hissed at him, completely revolted. "Fiery, are we? I like it…" He leaned in and I turned my head around, feeling him biting then nuzzling my neck.
My stomach was twisting with disgust at having the Hidden Paw rubbing up against me when I spotted my chance of getting out of this situation. Wiggling in his grasp, trying to ignore the pleased groan from the ginger tom, I reached for the bloodied scalpel on the table beside us and, getting a good hold of it, I dug it into his side and clawed his face, startling him enough for me to grab onto a half full syringe and stab it into his shoulder, emptying it into him.
He pulled the needle out, staring at it with a surprised look before glaring at me, everything inside the dungeon started shaking angrily. Weapons and torture instruments fell off the tables, the lights blinked and the air started to get thinner and thinner. I felt dizzy and the clinical white walls started to grow darker until there was a loud thump by my side and I could breathe freely again. Once my vision was clear again I looked over the unconscious form of the Mystery Cat, searching over his pockets for a cell phone and moving towards the bloodied tom, untying him.
"Tugger, get us out of here." I said as soon as the maine coon picked up.
"I'll track you. Did you get to Skimble?"
"Yes, but it doesn't look good, Tugger. Hurry up." I said, holding the older tom's chin up to help him breath.
"I got you, help is on the way. Macavity? Did he get away?"
"No, he's lying unconscious ten feet from where I'm standing." I looked around, checking the unmoving body of one of the biggest criminals in Europe. "I don't know how long he'll stay that way, though."
"Don't worry, my people are almost there. How bad is Skimble?"
"I don't know. He gave him something. I don't know what but his breathing is too shallow and his wounds, even the most superficial ones, are still oozing."
"Is his blood thin?" Tugger asked urgently and I could hear him typing furiously on his computer.
"I think so. It feels watery."
"Shit. Make sure he doesn't stop breathing, Munk. The medical team is just minutes away." I looked back to the tom who had been my mentor praying to the Everlasting Cat to give him the strength he needed to survive this.