His Greatest Revenge

By Mystitat

A/N: And you thought Mystitat didn't write fanfiction anymore.

Well, I don't. But I had half this story written already, sitting on my hard drive for years. I just liked it so much I thought it deserved an ending.

This story is the sequel to "His Greatest Sacrifice." It will probably hold up all right on its own, but the backstory will help it make more sense. Enjoy.

It had been two years. Two whole years had gone by in the junkyard, and still he was not missed, except by a couple cats.

Maybe it was better that way.

His absence pained those few cats who remembered what he was like before. Most didn't. Any fond memory they might have had for the little shy tuxedo was irrevocably poisoned by deeply-instilled hatred for magical cats.

His one and only friend remembered it clearly. "Take care of Victoria," he'd said in parting.

"I will," the patched tom responded. He'd tried to convince him to stay, but it was no use. The power had taken him to the point where he enjoyed what he had become too much to go back. Returning to a life of trying to hide his power would have been torture.

Besides, he'd said it himself: "All magical cats are evil."

"No, no they're not! Mistoffelees, you're wrong!" Alonzo muttered, unconscious that he was disturbing the queen lying next to him.

She poked him hard on the shoulder to wake him up. Sunlight streamed through the windows of the old VW Bug they slept in. "'Lonzo!" she urged, "Wake up! You're dreaming again!"

"Huh, huh? What?" he uttered as he was jerked back to consciousness. Then he noticed the queen in his arms was staring at him indignantly. "Sorry, darling," he whispered. "Bad dream."

"Hmph," she muttered as she rolled over so that he was hugging her back. "You need to stop dreaming about that."

"I know," he replied with a smile. She said that every time he woke up muttering like that. "I just miss the guy, that's all."

Mistoffelees' parting words rang in Alonzo's mind as he gazed at his mate. "Take care of Victoria," he'd said. Well, take care of her he did. No one could argue that Victoria was not well taken care of.

"Hmph," she repeated. "I still can't believe you still wish he'd come back."

"You wanted him to come back."

"Not anymore."

"Why not?"

"I hate him."

It was an old argument, but Alonzo still snarled every time Victoria professed her hatred of the tuxedo who changed his life.

Her face soured in response. "He killed Plato. He made me risk my life by going into Macavity's territory. He tried to make me love him when I didn't. He ruined my life." She rolled over to face Alonzo. "And on top of that, he's magical. All magical cats are evil. He admitted it himself. I can't believe I ever wanted him to come back."

Alonzo purposefully ignored the last part of her statement. The trick to ending the argument, he'd learned, was to change the subject. "Surely you can't think your life is ruined now?" he said with a smile as he nuzzled her neck.

She reciprocated the nuzzle. "No, not now," she responded. "I should have thanked him for making my life the way it is now."

"That's what I thought, my sweet." Alonzo began administering playful kisses to his mate to sweeten the early morning. Unfortunately, their snuggle session was soon interrupted.

"Daddy!" the little kit yelled, pouncing on his father from nowhere. He stared at him with bright blue eyes, framed by a white face. He was completely white, except for black ears and a black tip on his tail. The kit was only three months old. "Daddy! You promised!"

Victoria glared crookedly at her mate, partly annoyed that they had been interrupted, curious as to what he had "promised," and slightly amused at the manner in which he was being pounced.

Lex still sat on his father's side. "C'mon Daddy! You promised to take me on Junkyard Patrol with you today! Let's go!" he called impatiently (though still cutely).

"Lex," Alonzo muttered, "Patrol isn't until noon today." He looked out the window for a moment, and continued, "It's barely daybreak. Go play and come back then. Your mother and I were ... doing something."

"But Daddy!"

"'Lonzo, why don't you take him out for some breakfast?" Victoria prompted. She could see that her kitten would not be going anywhere for a while, as excited as he was.

Alonzo looked out the window, looked at his mate, looked at his son, and finally grumbled, "Oh, all right. C'mon, Lex. You have to get off me before I can get up."

Alonzo was absorbed in his thoughts as he watched his kitten run ahead of him to the hunting grounds. Lex. His whole name was Lexuther, but no one called him by it, finding the name to be too unfamiliar and a mouthful at that. The name's origin had been in a comic book, but Alonzo would never inform the rest of the junkyard of this fact, considering the power of feline names. Other cats would worry that a non-traditional name might leading to a non-traditional cat, but Alonzo was confident that Lex would be fine with a name that sounded so - as he put it - "wicked awesome."

His dream was still on his mind. It had been two whole years, but he still regretted letting Mistoffelees go off to join his father. Even though Mistoffelees wouldn't admit it, Alonzo was convinced that all magical cats weren't all bad. Then again, what did he know about magic? Nothing, considering that he had never had it. It was possible that there was still some innate quality about magic that made its possessors turn to evil and hatred (considering how mysterious cats were in other respects), but Alonzo didn't believe it could be true. Alonzo (unlike most other cats) still remembered Mistoffelees before the accident (he unconsciously insisted on thinking of it as an "accident"). He had never been wicked in any way at all before that. It was only after he left the junkyard that he had started doing ... well, starting taking after his father. But Alonzo was sure that it had been something else, not magic, that had made Mistoffelees turn to that.

Then again, what did he know?

"Daddy, come on!" Lex called to him. Alonzo had unconsciously stopped walking, deep in his thoughts as he was. Now, his tiny kit was yelling at him to hurry up. "Daddy! I'm hungry! Let's go!"

"Hold your horses! We'll get there!" Alonzo said, smiling. He strode over to Lex and put a paw on his back as he led him toward the hunting grounds. "Now, what are the three things I told you about hunting?"

"Be really really quiet?"

"That's right. And?"

"Crouch really low to the ground?"

"Uh-huh! And the last one?"

"Stick your butt in the air so queens will see it?"

Alonzo snorted, trying to hold in his laughter over the last response. He didn't want to laugh at his kitten, who had responded with complete sincerity, but he couldn't imagine where he'd heard that!

"Ah, Lex?" he said as he gingerly removed his paw from his mouth, lest another laugh escape from it. Lex looked up at him, with no idea as to why his father was acting this way. "Lex," he continued, "Who taught you that last one?"

"Rum Tum Tugger!" he called out ingenuously.

"I should have known," mumbled Alonzo. He made a mental note to find a new kitten-sitter.

"Huh?" queried Lex.

"Nothing," his father replied. "Now, what was the last part of hunting that I taught you?"

"Pounce?"

"Yeah, that's it," Alonzo mumbled, internally relieved that Lex had remembered after all.

They walked in silence together to the hunting grounds, Alonzo deep in thought, and Lex curious as to what he was thinking so intently about. Suddenly, Lex stopped, and Alonzo nearly tripped over him. When he regained his balance, Alonzo stuttered, "Lex, what did you stop for?"

The kitten innocently responded, "We're here."

Alonzo looked. They had indeed arrived at the hunting grounds. "Ah," he mumbled, "So we are." The extent to which he was distracted was beginning to scare him.

He decided food would take his mind off of painful memories. "So," he kneeled down, put his arm over his son's shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Are you ready to do some hunting?"

"Yeah!"

"Daddy!"

Alonzo grimaced. Lex had just scared away the mouse he was about to pounce on. "What is it, Lex?" he asked, trying not to sound annoyed.

"Everything keeps running away before I can catch it!" The young kitten put his paws on his hips, glaring at Alonzo as though it were his fault. "I haven't caught anything, and I'm really hungry!"

"Well," Alonzo started as he turned over from his crouching position to sit on the ground facing Lex. "Are you being very quiet?"

"YES!" he yelled at the top of his little lungs. Every small rodent within half a mile would have to be gone now. "Daddy, I'm hungry!"

"Well, we're just going to have to try again, eh Lex?" Alonzo managed to say with a smile. Venting his frustrations on his kitten would help no one, and he hadn't caught enough that they could share and still bring some back for Victoria. They'd just have to keep trying.

Lex made a sound like, "Hmph," but he did follow his father over to a fresh spot to try to get something else.

Five minutes later, they were both more frustrated than ever. Lex had managed to scare off three more rodents. "Lex, you really need to be more quiet," Alonzo tried to explain, scraping out his last shred of patience. Lex appeared to be about to complain again, but luckily, at that moment, Alonzo spied a field mouse a few feet away. He quickly cut off Lex's impending complaint with a quick motion, and pointed to the mouse, raising his eyebrows. Lex was very much confused until he followed his dad's gaze over to the mouse, and his face lit up. Guided by the motions of Alonzo, he silently crouched very low to the ground. (He did try to stick his butt in the air, but Alonzo firmly pushed it down.) He waited for just the right chance, but when Alonzo whispered, "Now!" in his ear, he sprung forward with a ninja-style "Yraaah!"

The mouse heard him before he landed, and had ample time to scurry away up a nearby tree, too high for poor Lex to hear him.

"Aaarrrggh!" Lex cried out in frustration. He couldn't stand it anymore! He hadn't caught anything all day! He was just so angry!

Alonzo tried to calm his kitten. "It's okay, Lex. We'll just go find something else. You don't need to be so upset." But Lex would have none of it. His paws were clenched in tight fists, his eyes shut equally as tight. Sweat came to his brow as he tried to deal with his extreme emotions. He trembled with the effort it took to hold in his frustration, but finally, he could take it no more. His body acted on instinct without consulting his mind. Without thinking, he let out an unearthly scream and reached for the tree with his little paws. To Alonzo's horror, green lightning shot out of his outstretched paws, to strike the tree with the offending mouse. The smell of burning wood filled the air. The lightning crackled and burned for an entire ten seconds, until little Lex dropped his paws. His arms fell to his sides, his eyes rolled up, and he fell to the ground in a dead faint, completely exhausted. A starburst pattern was scorched permanently into the tree, and the mouse was nowhere to be found; it had been completely obliterated.

Alonzo crept over to the unconscious figure of his son. His eyes were wide with horror and fear for what this was going to mean for his Lexuther.

"No, no," he uttered softly as a single tear fell to the ground.

So much for brushing off painful memories.

"No, no!"

"Oh, yes."

"You really are a devil!"

"Don't I know it."

The queen beneath him writhed and screamed as Mistoffelees violently ground his hips into hers. No one would hear her; he'd made sure of that. They were in a small, soundproof room deep within Macavity's headquarters. She was really only making it worse for herself. She should just shut up and enjoy the ride.

"Aaahh! You're so sick!" She tried to push him off her with her weak paws, but Mistoffelees wouldn't stand for it. He magically locked her fists to the floor below them, and spread her legs a little farther apart while he was at it.

"Hey, don't forget," he sneered as he smothered her mouth with his paw. As much as she struggled, with her own paws bound, she could not free herself. Mistoffelees continued: "You asked for this. You came to me. You can't blame me if you don't enjoy it."

The queen bit down hard on his paw, making a red tinge on the white fur.

"Oh, touchy!" Mistoffelees sneered again. She growled and bared her teeth at him. He smiled. "You're asking for this too, then." He leaned down and whispered menacingly in her ear. "You'll do this for me, whether you like it or not."

With that, he reached for his power, preparing to change the queen's mind for her. However, he was interrupted by a sudden magical awareness. He stopped, perked his ears up, and spread out his senses, trying to confirm that he had really felt what he thought he had. When he found it, he smiled evilly.

"Now that's very interesting," he muttered. He stood up and left the small soundproof room, leaving the queen he'd brutally raped still bound to the floor by his magic.