OK. Here's a short one shot that's completely out of left field.

Enjoy?

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The feline figure sat there basking in the warm firelight and listening to the crackling of the fire.

A feeling of accomplishment wafted over him like smoke from the flames before him. He considered the works he'd performed this night and considered it a good beginning.

He always felt like this after a good hunt. The pursuit and trapping of his prey gave him a nearly sexual release. The feel of the life leaving between his paws was just the icing on the cake as far as he was concerned. What's more he'd managed to get some of the young ones tonight and they always tasted so tender if cooked just right.

He'd become a kind of a gourmet in the last few years and was quite picky with his menu. The days and nights of living on the streets, consuming whatever came close enough, were over and had left him with an ongoing desire to experience the better things in life. People looked at him a little strangely these days, only when they didn't think he was paying attention of course, he couldn't abide outright rudeness after all. He'd gotten a little soft in his old age, but not quite soft enough for that.

He took another taste of the meat he'd prepared and a sip of his drink to wash it down with, maybe it needed just a little longer in the fire to jelly the gristle that got caught between his teeth, at least the fur had all been burnt off during the cooking, he preferred to floss after his meals, not during them.

He lay back and looked up at the stars and moon above him, dreamily naming the constellations to his companions, who were all sitting behind him quietly.

"Oh. Where are my manners?" he asked. "Would anyone like something to eat or drink? I've prepared way too much for myself and it would be rude not to share."

His guests all indicated that they were not hungry or thirsty, remaining silent so as not to distract him from his contemplation of the universe and perhaps earning themselves a rebuke of some form.

A short time later he levered himself to his feet, and urged his companions to stand, looking reproachfully at those that seemed to wish to stay seated.

"Well it appears that no more of our friends will be joining us this evening, such a shame. We may as well head home for some more entertainment. Please follow me and try not to lag behind. You know that I wouldn't appreciate that" he warned.

The cat smoothed down his soot smoked crimson fur and looked about the junkyard burning in the night. He picked up the cooked meat and considered taking the rest of Tumblebrutus along for a later meal, before disregarding the idea. He drained the last of the blood in his glass and threw the container at the remains of the TSE-1. Taking up the chain binding his jellicle prisoners together and slinging the dead kittens leg over his shoulder, Macavity giggled quietly to himself as he dragged them off into the darkness, "who ever thought explosives could be so much FUN."

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Bit different?

I honestly didn't feel real great writing this one but the idea smacked me in the back of the head and wouldn't let go. I don't think I can really go further in to this type of story as I don't understand the motivations.

Mac is supposed to kind of seem like Heath Ledgers Joker in this, just a little more twisted. (Want to see a magic trick? Let me get a pencil.)

I am not going to continue it however if anyone else wants to take it further please feel free. If you do then I've tried to leave it pretty open with the only character that's definitely gone being Tumble. If you do take it further then send me a PM and I'll review your story when it comes out.

R&R and enjoy.

Ciao.