I couldn't contain my cries of agony. I had scratched at the walls of my cell ever since I awoke, my throat was full of the rancid air of the underground dungeon. I made one final lunge for the door, digging my bloody stumps of claws into the mouldy wood. I fell against it with a choked sob before skittering to the far corner, it was dark here. I curled into a ball, licking my wounds. The cool concrete beneath me was slick with moisture and in places were the excretions of previous cats held here. The smell of Ammonia burned my nostrils. I slumped against a wall and pulled the tiny scraps of blankets into a nest around me. My stomach growled and I winced. How long had I been here? Hours? Days? Weeks?
I couldn't tell. I had constantly been drugged over the past few days; that was until I learned they were putting it in the water. I rubbed my tongue against the roof of my mouth and whimpered at the sandpaper feeling. I buried my face in my bloodied forepaws, trying to drown out the screams of other captured queens. My ears flicked as I heard footprints against the floor outside, I stayed in my corner and trembled. Had my captor come for me? Or was it just the warden? My fur bristled as I heard them stop outside my door. I heard the rattle of keys and the sound of locks being undone. I flinched as a bright light filled the den, falling on my malnourished frame. When my eyes adjusted I glanced at the cat that stood there and wretched. I got to my feet and made to lunge. How dare he!
He caught me mid lunge and I began to struggle in his grasp. Tears of anger welling in my eyes as the voice of the tom I once idolised now caused me to feel pain and anger. I met my captors gaze and hissed.
"Now now Marquis. Is that anyway to greet your brother?"
The first chapter will be longer and more detailed. This here is just a taster ;)
This is a fanfiction set AFTER the musical, about 5 or 6 years after. Only a few of the characters are still around from the Original.
R+R