Ok, I had to post this because Misses Jellicle was harassing me and I just couldn't say no xD
So anywho, this is the sister-story to 'Broken', IT IS NOT THE SAME STORY! Just thought I'd clear the air ;)
This time, Munkustrap (amazing protector of life... I love him to bits 333) finds Macavity and Misto... What shall happen? :O I couldn't add a 3rd character but Munkustrap is definitely one of them :)
Please Enjoy and review! :P
Also, I don't see the point in saying this because I would be wasting your time by pointing out the obvious... I don't own anything except this story... minus the character _
He rolled over in his light blue blankets, huffing in frustration at the bout of insomnia that's been plaguing him for the past few nights. Fortunately his lack of sleep hasn't taken too much of a toll on his tolerance for nosey Jellicles and badgering kittens that seemed to seek him out most during his frequent sleepless spells. He finally decided to give up on his quest for sleep, knowing very well that there was no use.
He stepped out from his den to find the clearing deserted, even the perch on which Munkustrap or Alonzo sat during their nightly shifts was unoccupied. Quaxo sighed, seems he wouldn't have any company for the long wait until dawn. Feeling the need to kill some time Quaxo turned to one of the many paths that led from the centre of the junkyard; taking the slightly hidden path next to the stove.
He wasn't walking for five minutes when his over-sensitive ears picked up the sound of rapid footfalls and heavy panting drawing closer at breakneck speed. He froze mid stride, squinting into the park passage before him to catch a glimpse at who would be out in the dead of night. The creature dashed past a small stream of moonlight that escaped the towers of the adjacent junk pile, a flash of gold revealed the frantic cat's identity: Demeter.
The magician opened his mouth to address the golden queen but she continued to run towards him at an incredible speed. He pressed himself against the wall of garbage that lined the right of the path; making way for Demeter to pass without running in to him. His ears twitched when he caught the stream of words that she hissed to him as she passed; run.
He leaned forward to watch her back as she dodged a protruding lead pipe, confusion caused him to fall into a spiral of thought, quickly coming to the root of his concern; run from what? Or whom?
He quickly turned around to see what ever or who ever she was running from, it didn't take him long to pick up the sounds of yet another set of fast moving paws along with the heavy panting of a predator in pursuit of his prey. This new cat had also passed beneath the little ray of moonlight as he raced along the narrow lane that made up the path.
Quaxo gasped when he saw the light reflect off the mysterious cat. The dusty coat, the red and black stripes along his back, the flash of hot red eyes that seemed to glow with enough fury to stop a raging pollicle in its tracks from a mile off. Only one cat in all of London fits the description of this monster that is now hurdling towards Quaxo at the speed of light: Macavity
He quickly ran his paws around the wall of junk to his right, searching for a crevice to hide himself in so he would hopefully go undetected by the Napoleon of crime. He found a small indent next to a shattered television set. He pressed himself inside as much as he could and waited for the ginger cat's passing;
squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to quiet his breathing so as to make as little noise as possible.
His heart pounded in his chest as he heard the menacing cat's advance, slowing down as he approached his hiding place. He prayed to the Everlasting Cat that Macavity wouldn't pick up his scent. His silent prayers were answered when he heard the other cat dash off in Demeter's direction. He felt bad for leaving Demeter to fend for herself with Macavity, hopefully the short distraction gave her enough time to find whoever was on duty and get to safety.
He let out a sigh of relief as he hesitantly slipped out of his hiding spot and, giving one last glance at where the two disappeared, he set out for the opposite direction. He started to run towards the end of the path; putting as much distance between himself and Macavity as possible. Adrenaline coursed in his veines as he sprinted past the mountains of useless items, not noticing the barbwire that stuck out of the ground in time to avoid tripping.
He gasped in pain as the wire dug in to the delicate flesh on his foot. He quickly brushed it off and turned to continue down the path, he turned his head to find the dirty, neglected face of none other than Macavity staring back, an ugly grin plastered on his face.
"Where are you going at this hour?" he asked in a cheery tone, obviously taunting him. Quaxo quickly became aware of the trouble he was in.
"P-Please..." he stammered, a pleading tone laced his shaking voice.
"What? No 'how are you doing?', 'It's been a while, Mac'?" Macavity continued with his joyous expression, the artificial tone in his voice sent chills down the tux's spine.
"I just want to go home-" Quaxo's voice was just above a whisper. The magic cat looked over the small tom-kit, his manner quickly becoming serious once he realized the younger cat wasn't buying his little facade.
"You want to go home: You do as I say," he explained somberly. Fear welled up in the black and white cat's chest, yelling at him to turn and run. He wanted to do just that but his legs were frozen in fear as well as the rest of his body. "Don't worry, it won't hurt that much." The magic cat reached up to rub the soft fur on the almost-tom's cheek in feign of a loving gesture. Something clicked in the young cat's brain; he needed to go, now.
He turned on a dime and dashed in the opposite direction; moving as fast as his legs could carry him. Small spotlights danced across his fur as he rushed down the narrow path. He ran as fast as he could until he heard the dying sounds of the ginger cat's pursuit, even then he kept pushing on; eventually his protesting lungs forced him to slow down to a heavy walk. He glanced over his shoulder only to be met with the dark of the night behind him.
He struggled for breath but relaxed at his escape; narrow as it was. He decided to keep moving, just to be safe. The junkyard was silent, too silent, Quaxo could feel a change in the thickness of the air, something didn't feel right; nothing felt right. The second he stopped walking he was knocked to the ground from behind, glass dragging down his back as he flew forward.
Shock from the sudden attack had Quaxo dazed, something fell on him? No. The sound of heavy breathing told him that he was just tackled, the stings on his back caused by dirty, overgrown claws. He squirmed under the weight of the ginger cat and, using his own magic, he managed to wriggle out of the older cat's grasp.
"Get back here!" Macavity laughed harshly at the teen tux's escape. He reached over to grab his victim, catching hold of his white, kitten soft chest fur,
upturning the flesh deeply as his claws dug in for grip. The small tux screamed out in pain as his white front was soon flooded with a rich red. He cried out at the blood on his revered, well groomed coat; he had never seen so much blood in his life! Granted most of his encounters with blood were from small scrapes or bloody noses.
The breath was once again knocked from his lungs when he was roughly flipped onto his back. In his panic he began to claw at the offending tom, unfortunately not doing any damage.
"Go away!" he screamed at the mystery cat.
"You have something that I want," Macavity explained. "I'm not leaving here until I get what's rightfully mine," he growled as he pressed his paw heavily on Quaxo's abdomen. He gasped at the sensation in his body, he felt unbelievable pressure on his ribs while at the same time felt like his innards were being lifted out. Pain was evident but it wasn't what had him wailing, kicking and scratching for salvation. What was he doing to him? The action left him exhausted, leaving an empty ache in his chest that could only be described as pure anguish.
Macavity was pleased that he had the chance to completely crush his rival, he didn't need any competition and he definitely didn't need him interfering his plans with the Jellicles. He didn't like that the opportunity had arisen when the magician was so young; this made the Napolean of crime look weak for going after a weak, defenceless kitten, though he knew Quaxo was anything but defenseless.
The ginger cat looked over the exposed tux; he was hyperventilating, bloody and seemed slightly lethargic. A plan formed in the magic cat's sick, twisted mind. He moved quickly as he anchored his hands on Quaxo's waist, the latter watched him in fearful concern; searching Macavity's face for a sign of what was to come. His hopeful inquiries quickly being slashed when the older tom's lips curled into a foul smile.
Without warning, Macavity violently thrusted into the unexpectant youth, causing a shriek of pain to errupt from the small runt beneath him.
"No! Stop!" Quaxo's cries were strained and shrill as he started to squirm wildly for relief from the pain engulfing his whole body. He continued to kick and scream; hoping that someone nearby would hear him and come to his rescue. His howls were suddenly cut off when an annoyed Macavity clamped his hand over the tux's mouth.
"Shut up," he growled menacingly, unaware that he was smothering the younger cat. Quaxo sobbed as the ginger cat degraded his self worth; feeling the world around him growing numb and his sight dimming, the ginger cat continued with his procedure.
"Nothing to report, it's a quiet night" Alonzo panned the clearing one last time before wishing Munkustrap a good night.
"Thank you, go get some rest," the Jellicle protector smiled kindly at the black and white tom who offered a yawn in response. Munkustrap watched in silence as his friend walked off into the dark shadows towards his den.
He pawed over to the tire and sat down on the worn rubber. He glanced to Quaxo's pipe seeing that it sat silently for the first time in weeks, he was glad that he was finally able to get some rest, though he did miss the company the magician provided.
He decided to start his rounds; beginning at the east gate. He followed his usual route, passing the old TSE1 and navigating through the piles of rusted appliances and other car parts that were strategically stacked ontop each other. He searched the areas most popular among the catnip addicts and common thieves, oddly they were quiet with only a few sleeping strays. He decided to let them sleep, seeing as they weren't causing any trouble, and carried on with his routine around the exterior of the junkyard.
His stomach clenched when he came across a strong, revolting scent. Macavity. His heart raced at the thought of his brother being rampant among the sleeping Jellicles; all susceptible to the wrath of the mystery cat. The first cats that came to his head were the ginger cat's kin, the tabby's young niece and nephew.
"I have to find Alonzo," the tabby whispered to himself; if Macavity was in the junkyard then he would need as much help as he could get to make sure everyone was safe, and hopefully keep it that way. He followed the stench up to the north end of the junkyard where it crossed with the familiar scent of a Jellicle queen: Demeter. Munkustrap turned and dashed towards Alonzo's den that, like most of the tribe, was located at the heart of the junkyard.
A loud, shrill scream floated shot through the air; only reaching Munkustrap's ears as a high, whispered cry. His trained ears perked up at the sound and his stomach churned as adrenaline coursed through his veins. He broke out into a wild sprint; just managing to avoid running into a dangling poster as he ran out onto the makeshift tire stage.
Panic clenched his chest as the cries turned into heart stopping screams. Where are you? he thought as he tried to pinpoint the direction towards the horrid noise. Alonzo appeared, wide-eyed, at the base of the stage.
"Munkustrap, what's happening?" his face was a mixture of fear and concern as he looked to the older cat for information.
"I don't know. We need to find where it's coming from," he explained quickly. A long forgotten thought stopped him in his tracks, he ran to the pipe and glanced inside, the lump of a sleeping body assured Munkustrap that his nephew was safe. His attention flinched to Victoria, his niece, but was quickly eased when he realized who she was residing with: Jennyanydots. No one, not even Macavity, would dare cross her in the middle of the night, let alone mess with one of the kittens on her watch.
"I can't tell where it's coming from!" Alonzo's head snapped in several directions, unable to point out the source of the screaming. Munkustrap had a couple ideas on where the noise could be coming from but still wasn't sure. All he knew is that it was to the left of the stage tire.
"You take the north-west paths and I'll take the south-west paths," Munkustrap instructed. The younger tom felt a small sense of ease that he was now given some form of order in the hysteria of the moment.
Munkustrap darted down the clearing towards a passage that was hidden beside the stove. He swerved around every sharp corner the maze threw at him. He could feel the tension rising in his chest and his stomach prepare itself as the now muffled screams got louder, sharper and more horrifying. He turned onto a narrow alley created by a great, solid wall of junk and garbage to find the glowing red eyes of none other than Macavity.
His coal burning eyes hovered over a small Jellicle that lay mumbling softly, listlessly under his silencing paw. It didn't take more than a second to figure out from the heavy breathing, the sharp jolting of his body, and the pleasure filled chorus of 'Deme', what the evil cat was up to. Munkustrap's throat clenched as he lowered his eyes to see who had fallen mercy to this monster. From the deep, gravelly enchanting of her name, Munkustrap assumed it was Demeter: Macavity's past lover. His heart skipped madly and his stomach threatened to discard its contents when he spotted the short, black furred cat laying beneath Macavity; much too young to be Demeter and the fact that he was the wrong gender discounted her also. One name screamed in his mind when he saw the white, blood stained chest of the teen tux: Quaxo.
Before allowing any other emotion or thought to distract him, Munkustrap marched up to the two and gave Macavity, who was too preoccupied to notice his arrival, a staggering roundhouse to the side of the head. His head snapped back from the force of the blow, causing him to release his hold over Quaxo's mouth; he gasped and wheezed as he started to whimper weakly. The offending cat released the young tux as he drew his attention towards the silver tabby, who wasted no time in continuing his attacks once he was sure Quaxo wouldn't suffer more injury.
Not having gone over his plan of action and allowing himself to be driven by rage rather than logic and reason, it was apparent that he wasn't going to be the victor in this confrontation. Surprisingly, Macavity recoiled under the furious shower of punches, kicks and scratches. Disappearing into the night before any serious injury could be inflicted; he already had what he wanted.
Munkustrap fumed as he watched his brother dissolve into the dark of night, part of him wasn't done with the sad excuse of a cat but his compassion and concern for Quaxo had his anger melting at the thought of the bloodied kit. He spun around to meet the sight of Quaxo's broken body writhing on the ground pitifully; strained sounds escaped him. The striped tom ran over to the young cat, placing a light paw of his shoulder to attract his attention.
"Quaxo?" Munkustrap repeated as he tapped the heaving tom's face gently. The black head rolled from side to side as he tried to open his eyes; spots blinded his vision as he straddled the border of consciousness. He was finally able to look up at his saviour through his haze, recognizing the usually kind, calming face of the Jellicle protector; his features now twisted into darkened shadows of fear, concern, and many other emotions.
"Munkustrap!" He sobbed, slurring the name severely. Munkustrap frowned at the small cat's distress. He lifted Quaxo's chest so that he was resting in the crook of his silver arm, he held him tightly as he gave a comforting nuzzle to the crying tux. As he looked over the victim's wounds he quickly realized how much trouble young Quaxo was in.
"We have to get you some help," he muttered mostly to himself as he lifted the tux up slowly, being sure to be wary of possible injuries he may have acquired. "Hold on, buddy." The silver tabby quickly gained speed as he took the quickest path leading to the centre of the junkyard; hopefully Jenny wasn't at her human's. He prayed to the Everlasting cat that this poor kitten's luck would shift in his favour at least once tonight.
There you go! Another Misto rape... only different. Poor Munkustrap, he didn't have to see that! ;D Oh, and poor Misto. Now that I think about it, this one didn't seem as bad as the last one but he came out of it with more serious injuries... hmm!
Also, I'll have my beta reader go over it so I'll repost with the prettier, more polished version :P
REVIEW OR MISTO GETS IT! ... hmmm, I need a new threat :/