A/N: I'm still sad. I'll probably be writing these stupid, sad blabbers for quite awhile. Sorry! If you want something happier, read my other story, Social Problems. Lots of fun and happy stuff there!
The lonely figure cut an impressive figure against the sweet glow of the moon. At a closer look, it would be discovered that the figure was merely a cat. A rustic black cat with tints of red in her fur sat patiently watching the moon. Her gaze was so intense that it seemed that she was waiting for the moon to move or perform a trick. Drops of tears edges out of her eyes and streamed down her face steadily.
Coricopat and Tantomile sat at the edge of the Junkyard looking up at the mysterious cat. They watched her until the moon disappeared and dawn was upon them. The cat finally turned away to leave her gazing spot.
Munkustrap approached the Mystical Twins who seemed oblivious to his presence. At least, it seemed so, for a moment later they spoke together not missing a beat. "To what do we owe this pleasure?"
"I am deeply concerned", Munkustrap replied a little surprised. He continued in what he must have thought was a sympathetic voice. "The morning is nearly upon us and you two have not rested yet."
"Neither have you", Coricopat pointed out. Although that sentence was quite disrespectful and straightforward, Coricopat's voice was still mellifluous. Tantomile nodded her head in agreement to his very good point.
"It's hard to sleep some days", Munkustrap said evasively. "Hey, who's that up there?"
Three heads turned to the rooftop where the queen was still sitting. The movement seemed perfectly coordinated when it was truly by coincidence (at least Munkustrap's movements were). As if knowing, the mysterious queen turned her head to meet their eyes. Even though all three of the cats below in the Junkyard had excellent sight, the face of the queen was hidden in the dark shadows of the night. The only parts of her visible were her eyes. Her eyes were two orbs of brightness that held pain and suffering.
As abruptly as she had turned around, she left the rooftop. Munkustrap looked at the Mystical Twins expecting an explanation. After all, they were mystical with an extraordinary sense of premonition. Tantomile shook her head gently and together, Coricopat and her left Munkustrap behind.
"Who was that?" Munkustrap thought aloud.
The sun rose as usual (of course) the next day with beaming rays that flooded happiness over the land. Yet, even with the rays of brightness, there seemed to be something off. Something was terribly wrong and even the Twins didn't know what was happening. Everyone in the Junkyard suspected that Macavity probably had a hand in the situation. There were no certainties but Munkustrap took no chance. The security was tightened and patrols of cats were seen strolling about at night.
All this chaos happened just because of a sense of foreboding. Munkustrap and Admetus, the heads of security, were sure that nothing wrong could happen now. But things never turn out the way you think it will.
One night the two cats on patrol, Plato and Demeter, caught a kitten trying to leave the Junkyard. When Plato heard a rustling noise he had immediately pounced in the general direction of the scuffling and landed on an embarrassed Electra. Demeter dragged Electra to see Munkustrap as Plato asked if he had hurt her at all.
When Munkustrap found Electra caught red-handed in an attempt to leave the Junkyard, he was angry. Actually, angry would be quite an understatement to express his feelings at that moment. He was outraged, relieved and sad. The mix of feelings tore at his heart and the claw of fear scraped against his chest.
He was outraged at the prospect of a kitten trying to leave the Junkyard, leaving the rest at risk. He was relieved that it wasn't the kitten from the previous night up on the rooftops. That queen was one he would never forget, especially her eyes. The sad eyes that had stared at him and captured him. But the other part, sad, was because she wasn't the queen. Not that he had a special thing for Electra or anything, but finding the queen seemed important for some odd reason that he couldn't fathom.
Electra merely cowered down in embarrassment and humility as Munkustrap ranted on and on about safety procedures, etc. Demeter and Plato attempted to leave but Munkustrap stopped them with a motion of his paw.
"You two go to sleep, I'll get another patrol for tonight. Thank you for all your help." Munkustrap muttered words quickly as he ushered them both out of the den. He wheeled back to Electra and laid down his ultimatum, "If you ever pull something like this again, I'll have to punish you."
"Sorry", Electra murmured, truly sorry for what she had done. Munkustrap rolled his eyes and spoke, wearily, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
While Electra had created the distraction, it had provided sufficient time for a certain queen to escape the limits of the Junkyard. The queen left for the high rooftops and once again gazed either lovingly or obsessively at the moon. Stars twinkled around the sky as she thought about her life. There was a numbness that she had lurking around in her chest. One that wouldn't go away no matter how hard she tried.
Sometimes she feared that she could no longer feel anything, for long years had hardened her beyond that level. When there was nothing to be felt, wouldn't there be no meaning to life? The queen looked at the sharp edges of metal that stuck from the rooftop. She extended her paw to touch the metal. Just as her soft flesh scraped against the metal, she felt a pleasant stinging. Closely examining her bleeding paw she was happy to know that she was not entirely numb. Not yet, anyway.
Things never turn out the way you expect them to.
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