My awaited third instalment of Obsessions! Yay! Okay, for those who have just happened upon this, I highly suggest reading 'Obsessions' and 'Obsessions never die' before reading this one, it'll make things a lot clearer! It's going to be dark, angsty, and contains themes of rape…so be warned…
I don't own Cats…unfortunately.
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Munkustrap yawned, rolling over and rubbing his eyes. He smiled when he spotted Misto and Tugger cuddled together in the corner. Misto had his back against Tugger's chest, with Tugger's arms wrapped around him. Misto murmured in his sleep, rolling over and burying his head in Tugger's mane. Munkustrap sat up, stretching his muscles out. It had been three months since Macavity had appeared in his den, saying that he wouldn't go after Munkustrap again, that he'd leave him alone. Munkustrap frowned as he absently ran his paw over the bite mark scar on his hip. There would always be those memories, those haunting, terrifying memories of what Macavity did to him over the space of two and a half years. Munkustrap looked down, his paw brushing lower, over the crude, puckered, pink scar in shape of an 'M' on his upper left thigh. Munkustrap eyes clouded over in pain as echoes of his pleads and cries, begging for mercy and pleading with Macavity to stop, was pulled back to the surface of his mind. Munkustrap shook his head, clearing those memories away. Munkustrap looked back at Tugger and Misto, smiling once more, before getting to his feet and quietly leaving the den. He walked through the early morning sun, walking to the tyre and stretching out on it. He smiled as he closed his eyes, the sun warming his fur. He had been getting better since he had been back at the yard; he had even gone back to protection duties.
"Having fun?" Munkustrap cracked open an eye and smiled.
"Morning, Coricopat…and, yes, I am," Munkustrap yawned. Cori settled down on the tyre beside Munkustrap.
"How are the family?" Munkustrap asked, smiling as he closed his eyes again.
"They're good," Cori said softly. Munkustrap opened an eye to look at Cori.
"How are you?" Munkustrap questioned. Cori sighed, bowing his head.
"I'm…I'm getting there," Cori sighed. Cori's green eyes landed on Munkustrap. "How did you get better after two and half years of this?" Cori asked him. "In the small time with Growltiger, he hurt me so much…I can't let it go, Munk," Munkustrap sat up and looked at Cori, concerned.
"You will, Cori, it'll take time and patience but you will get over it," Munkustrap told him firmly. "And you have Teazer and your kittens to help you through it," Cori looked back at Munkustrap, a small smile on your face.
"Guess you're right," Munkustrap gave a small scoff.
"What do you mean you guess I'm right…I am right," Cori laughed. Cori rubbed his eyes.
"How are Tugger and Misto going?" Cori asked. Munkustrap smiled, looking back over the waking yard.
"They're doing great," Munkustrap said, "I'm glad they're together…they're right for each other, I guess…" Cori looked at Munkustrap.
"You guess?" Cori asked softly. Munkustrap glanced back at him.
"They are good for each other, Cori…they really are," Cori frowned.
"Is it because Misto's related to Macavity?" Cori didn't expect the sudden anger from Munkustrap.
"No!" Munkustrap cried out angrily. "I don't care if Misto's Macavity's half-brother…I couldn't care less if he is!" Cori held up his paws, alarmed.
"Alright, alright, alright," Cori said quickly. Munkustrap gave a small growl, running his paws over his head agitatedly.
"Munk, are you alright?" Cori asked worriedly, seeing how Munkustrap was reacting. Munkustrap was shaking now. Cori put his paw on Munkustrap's shoulder.
"Munk?" Cori tried softly. Munkustrap raised his tortured hazel eyes to look at Cori.
"Sorry, Cori," Munkustrap whispered. Cori looked at Munkustrap worriedly. He could see the cracks now; he could see the cracks in Munkustrap's mind, the bags under his eyes, evidence of broken sleep. Munkustrap rubbed his eyes.
"How well are you sleeping?" Cori asked worriedly. Munkustrap sighed, putting his head in his paws, resting his elbows on his knees.
"N-Not so great lately," Munkustrap whispered. "The nightmares have come back," Cori frowned.
"I thought they stopped a few months ago," Cori murmured. Munkustrap gave a small nod.
"They did…but then they just came back," Munkustrap muttered.
"What does Tugger think about it?" Cori asked. Munkustrap looked sideways at Cori before putting his head back in his paws.
"He and Misto don't know…even though I have the nightmares, I don't wake up screaming anymore so they don't know," Munkustrap said quietly. Cori rubbed his eyes.
"What are the nightmares about?" Cori asked softly. Munkustrap shut his eyes tightly, a low whimper escaping his control.
"Macavity…and what…what he did to me," Munkustrap whispered, his voice breaking at the end. "All I hear is his taunting words, all I can feel is pain…I can't escape it, Cori, I just can't wake up!" Cori wrapped his arms around Munkustrap's quivering body. He felt so vulnerable in Cori's arms.
"It'll be alright, Munk, they'll disappear again, they will," Cori tried to reassure him. Munkustrap pulled away, wiping his eyes.
"Munkus!" Munkustrap forced a smile on his face as the younger ones came running up to him.
"Can you come play?" Pouncival pleaded. Munkustrap nodded.
"Sure," He answered, smiling. "I'll just be a second." The young ones nodded and ran off. Munkustrap looked at Cori.
"Cori, please don't tell Tugger, please," Munkustrap pleaded with him. "I-I don't want him to worry about me anymore…" Cori nodded reluctantly. Munkustrap slipped off the tyre and went to find Electra, Etcetera and Pouncival, who were waiting for him eagerly. Tumblebrutus and Jemima came to join them a little later on, their paws holding onto one another's. They had become close since Tumble had helped save Jemima from Griddlebone, his biological mother. Cori watched Munkustrap talk and play with the younger ones worriedly. He wasn't worried about the young ones being with Munkus…he was worried about Munkustrap's state of mind.
Macavity sat in the large chair, his legs crossed as he pressed his paws against his face. Keeping away from Munkustrap was harder than he thought. He missed the feeling of Munkustrap's soft fur under his paws, the feel of Munkustrap's soft flesh under his sharp claws. He missed the whimpers, he missed the cries, the pleads, he missed those frightened hazel eyes, those hazel eyes which showed how broken Munkustrap had become.
"Get away from her!" Macavity looked up from where he was crouching over the battered body of Demeter. Munkustrap lunged at him, tackling him to the floor. They wrestled, with Munkustrap dragging his claws across Macavity's flesh. Macavity flipped them over, managing to pin Munkustrap onto his back. Munkustrap's blazing hazel eyes glared at him as he tried viciously to get free. Those hazel eyes filled with strength, filled with love, filled with anger, it drove Macavity wild. He fell for Munkustrap more and more. Demeter gave a low groan from where she was lying on the stone floor, bringing Macavity back to the present. Munkustrap was still struggling to get free from under Macavity. Macavity gripped both of Munkustrap's wrists with one of his paws, striking Munkustrap with his free claw. Scratches appeared on Munkustrap's cheek as his head was snapped sideways from the force. Macavity watched as blood begin leaking from the four scratches on Munkustrap's face. Munkustrap blinked party dazed as he continued to squirm weakly under Macavity.
"Now, why are you here, Munkus?" Macavity purred.
"You kidnapped…my mate…you," Munkustrap was cut off as Macavity struck him again. Anger was boiling inside of Macavity. Munkustrap was his, not Demeter's! That was the reason Macavity took Demeter in the first place, to show her that Munkustrap was his…but she didn't stop screaming, she didn't stop fighting…so Macavity hurt her, humiliated her, maybe then she wouldn't go back to Munkustrap. Munkustrap had come here for Demeter…he had come here alone for Demeter! Not for him! Macavity found himself with a foot in his stomach, his attention loss had given Munkustrap time to get a foot free. Macavity flew back, he barely had anytime to prepare before Munkustrap was onto him again, clawing at him. Macavity was slammed against a wall and he slid down it, dazed. Munkustrap stood in front of him, breathing heavily. Blood trickled from the cuts on his cheek, from his split lip and from his nose…but Macavity was focused on those hazel eyes, those hazel eyes filled with anger.
"Stay away from Demeter!" Munkustrap snarled. "If you ever come near her again, I will kill you," Macavity blinked, dazed. He watched as Munkustrap walked over to Demeter, gently lifting her from the floor and cradling her in his arms.
"It's alright, Deme," Munkustrap murmured softly to her as he walked past Macavity. "I've got you, Dem, I've got you…you're safe, sweetie," Macavity closed his eyes as Munkustrap's voice became distant. Why wouldn't Munkustrap speak to him like that? Why wouldn't Munkustrap love him?
Macavity opened his eyes, his golden orbs hardening. He leapt up with an enraged yell, striking out at any hench-cat in reach. The hench-cats scrambled, racing out of the room. Macavity threw his fists against the wall, dragging his claws down it.
"Why are you acting like this?" Macavity pulled his claws away from the wall, breathing heavily. He looked around and saw Griddlebone standing near his chair, staring at him.
"You've never been this…crazy before," Macavity snarled, stalking around the room.
"It's Munkustrap, isn't it?" Griddlebone questioned, making Macavity pause. She stared at his heaving back.
"You want him back, don't you?" Macavity turned and glared at her.
"Of course I do, he's mine!" Griddlebone nodded, looking quite bored.
"Shall I get his room ready then?" Griddlebone smiled. Macavity shook his head, his face suddenly thoughtful.
"No, he won't," Macavity paused. "…he'll fight against me if I bring him back here," Macavity said, though it sounded like he was talking more to himself. Griddlebone frowned.
"So, what do you plan to do?"
"Hm, I'm not sure yet…" Macavity answered, thoughtfully running a paw over his chin. Griddlebone sauntered over to his chair and lounged out in it.
"What is your plan so far?" Griddlebone asked, examining her claws. Macavity frowned as he walked back over to the chair.
"He won't submit to me if I bring him here, he has too much for him back at that pathetic yard of his," Macavity murmured, grabbing Griddlebone's legs and swinging them around so he could sit down. Griddlebone shifted her legs again so they were resting across his. Macavity absently dragged his claws up and down the lower parts of Griddlebone's leg fur, though not cutting the flesh. Macavity sat up suddenly, a large grin growing on his face.
"Griddlebone, gather the hench-cats…I have a plan," Griddlebone raised an eyebrow.
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What is Macavity's plan? Um, the angsty stuff will begin next chapter…and just a warning, this probably won't be updated every day like last time…but it won't be that long between updates :)
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