"Plato you ass! How could you cheat on me!" Alonzo could hear Jemima screaming, following the voice he saw her, standing over the cowering Plato. His head adorning a large gash as he trembled underneath the small Queen. His eyes widened when he saw the Hidden Paw standing behind her, hands held behind his back, a smile wide across his face. "I'm ready to join you daddy." She said turning as an innocent smile crossing her face.
"Welcome home Jemima!" He said in a fatherly tone as they bled into the dark shadows behind them. Alonzo turned to run, looking straight up at Macavity. "Now what do we have here?" Alonzos' heart stopped when he heard THAT voice. "Such a pretty little Jellicle so far from home. That certainly doesn't sound like MY brother."
"P-please leave me alone."
"Now what to do with you?" The ginger cat pondered, his cold pebble eyes staring down the small Tom. He glanced to Jemima, the girl who was once his friend. She was laid out on a large pipe, carelessly examining his paws. The patched Tom took off running in the other direction.
"Run as far as you want!" Macavity yelled after the fleeting form of Mistoffelees "I'll always find you!"
Lonz didn't care where he was running, so long as he was nowhere near him. The hidden paws laugh ran out, echoing over and over as Alonzo crossed the foggy bridge. He couldn't see where his paws were, he couldn't see the edge of the bridge as he toppled off. The Tom screamed as he fell and fell, farther and farther down until he hit the ice cold water. He sunk underneath, pressure building around him on all sides. He was tossed around like a rag doll as he struggled to get air. Finally he broke to the surface taking in that one breath of air before he was forced back under the water. He felt his body hit a rock, being pulled downstream the river.
His paws searched and clawed endlessly to find the surface, but it was so dark. He couldn't tell which way was up and which was down. His back impacted with something hard and blunt, a burning wave of pain being sent through his body. He stopped flailing as the thought of giving up came into his mind.
No! You have to get back! You have to tell the others!
He thanked his conscious as he began to swim to what he presumed was upwards. He broke surface, now that the current was a little less horrendous. He grabbed onto a branch that was jutting out, pulling himself to the bank. He crawled onto land, coughing up whatever water had been sitting in his lungs. Shakily standing he began to stumble towards the direction of the junkyard.
He didn't know how far he'd walked when he collapsed on the ground, his legs unwilling to go any farther.
"Alonzo? Alonzo!" Coricopat came running, pulling the patched Tom up and carrying him back to the junkyard. "Jenny!" He called as he burst into the den, laying his friend down on the cot.
"Jemima..." Alonzo coughed.
"Oh my word! What's happened to Jemima Alonzo?" Munkustrap hovered, worry crossing his expression.
"M-Macavitys' daughter... M-Munkustrap... plotting with Ma-Macavity."
"Poor Tom. He's hallucinating." Munkustrap said coldly as he pressed the cold rag harshly to the Toms head.