"JEMIMA!!!!!!!"
And that was the last word that she heard. She was dragged out of the junkyard by four large black cats, all with glossy coats. All silent. She could feel the claws of the older toms digging into her. There was no point struggling as she was outnumbered four to one (also the fact that she was a kitten and they were HUGE toms). It was at that point that she noticed, she wasn't the only cat that had been 'stolen'. She noticed the marmalade stripes of her good friends, the notorious duo themselves. She was to weak to acknowledge their presence. She let the big toms carry her to Macavity's lair. It was quite obvious that was where she was going but the reason was Why?
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The junkyard was in shambles, injured cats were trying to get to Jenny and Jelly for help with wounds, kittens were crying for their parents, and Demeter was frantic.
"GONE!!! I TOLD YOU!! SHE'S GONE!! YOU SHOUD HAVE PROTECTED HER AND I'LL BET THOSE NO GOOD COCKNEY'S HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT!!! THEY WERE WITH THEM!!!!"
"Demi, they weren't with them, they were taken also." Said Munkustrap feeling very weary.
"WHY WOULD HE WANT THEM!!!"
"Because they came to our 'side' Dem! Can't you see! It makes perfect sense!" Munkustrap's voice was raising with every sentence, which startled Demi.
"Sorry, Munk. I'm just so worried."
Munkustrap calmed down a bit when he saw his beloved mate so worried.
"Dem, it's alright, we are going to get her back. I promise, and Mungo and Rumple will look after her inside his lair."
Demeter looked over to the mess in the yard. She saw something that startled her to no ends.
"Munku? What's that?"
"I'm not sure Dem, but it could probably help us."
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Macavity had 'moved' since the last escape, which was of course Dem and Bomb. He now lived in a much scarier place of town. Jemima was led down a large staircase, she could feel Mungo and Rumple's presence behind her. That presence comforted her a bit. But only a bit. She was dragged into the room, which in most fics is named the 'throne room' but I shall set the records straight. The 'throne room' was a dark place, as it was underground. It's cover was a small abandoned shack which was out of the rich part of town. The stairway was in fact a way to get down to a bomb shelter, that had been left from the war. Macavity had made this bomb shelter his home. The room that he called his 'throne room' was the main part of the shelter. It was separated into two areas, his sleeping quarters which was only accessible through the 'throne room'. All the henchrats had dug out rooms. Many of them slept in the shack above. Many would ask why they would stay with Macavity when all he could really offer them was a life of crime. Macavity's punishments were what made them stay. And this day Jemima was going to see her two best friends endure one of these punishments. Onto Macavity's 'throne'. Well, as silly as it sounds, he did have a throne. But it was not the diamond encrusted one, which some people have described. It was infact a large wooden box filled to the brimful of comfortable pillows and thieved pieces of satin etc. So evidently when Jemima was brought into the room she was scared out of her wits. And so was Mungo and Rumple, Jemima could feel their shuddering.
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"What is it?" asked Demeter eyeing the thing nervously.
"It looks like one of those things that Mungo and Rumple nicked."
"That'd be right! Leaving rubbish like that around when something important happens!"
"No! Look, it's a plug."
"A what?!?! Munkustrap! My daughter. Nay! Our daughter has just been stolen by Macavity and all you can think about is a bloody plug!!"
"It's a clue Demi!" he said coolly "Think! Where's the only place that there is a plug with this on it to match the tap!"
He turned the plug over to reveal markings that showed it belonged to Mrs Winters. An old lady of no importance except for the fact that she was the richest lady in Victoria Grove, and any other grove for that matter, and she was Mungo and Rumple's owner. But what was the most extraordinary thing about her, was the fact that she lived in the most dangerous area of town. Sure, she had a nice home but the area was not the nicest place, for CATS that is. For humans it was paradise. To CATS it was murder waiting to happen as the richest people lived there and therefore meant a good heist was waiting to happen.
"Macavity?"
"He's moved." Said Munkustrap
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"Well, well, well, if it isn't our little friends Mungo and Rumple. The village Romeo and Juliet!" the words stung, making a mockery of the two in front of him. The room was filled with hideous snide sniggers at his command however they stopped immediately.
"Why? Is the only question I ask you. Why did you abandon me? You knew I was going to punish you."
Mungojerrie was too smart to point out to Macavity that he had in fact asked two questions instead of the originally intended one. He stood in silence, straight and tall, head held high as did his mate. Jemima was amazed at their ability to hold on whilst such an evil cat was laughing at them and taunting them. They could hardly stand being called smooshy sappy lovebirds in the junkyard (Which was by Alonzo. In the aftermath however somehow someone… not mentioning any names… placed twenty deck chairs over the top of him during a nap in precarious placement so that he couldn't move until each one had been painstakedly removed by a band of five cats. The whole process took over three hours.) let alone be called Romeo + Juliet by him. The thought of Macavity looking at her made her shudder involuntarily. Macavity did not notice however. Focusing all his energy on the two in front of him. He got down off his so called 'throne' and moved over to the notorious duo. He circled Rumple, tracing her jawline, which was clenched firmly in a figure of hate.
"Leav 'er alone Macavi'y."
"Or what Mungojerrie? What?" he taunted
Jemima could see then that it was all a game. He wanted Mungojerrie to react so that he would fight. So that Macavity could kill him or, leave him with wounds so bad he would wish he were dead. Macavity played with other cats lives, not caring if they were taken away, not caring if he was the one to take them. This was how he had become, the Napolean of crime.
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"We have to figure out some way of getting her out!" wailed Demeter desperately.
"Dear, you must understand that we can't just charge in like last time! We have to many members of the tribe sick and injured and we wouldn't have the element of surprise as Macavity is waiting for us!" said Jenny, her knitting needles clicking away impatiently. (A/N yes I know that knitting needles are the same size as a cat, but we're going hypothetical here okay.)
"She is right. We can't risk an attack with so few cats to fight with." Said Munkustrap.
Just then Tugger walked in. He had seemed to get a tan even though he was a black cat. He was wearing a pair of sunnies and was as he typically was, was walking around like Danny from Grease in that scene where Danny has to try and …. Oh never mind…. You know how Danny walks right?
"Have I missed anything? Geez! The junkyard looks terrible Munk!" he slapped an arm around Munku's shoulders. "You gotta be taking a bit better care of it from now on eh mate?" (A/N Sorry, u can tell I'm an Aussie nee?)
"Tugger!" said Munkustrap in exasperation. "Get off me now!"
Tugger removed his arm from Munkustrap.
"So Tugger, how was Spain?" said Demeter, her lips in a tight line.
"Fine, though something's up. What have I missed?" said Tugger suddenly becoming serious on the matter. He removed his glasses and looked at the sullen crowd. He counted them and coming up short put two and two together.
"He attacked again didn't he?"
"Yes, and this time he's taken hostages."
"Who?!"
"Jemima, Rumple and Mungo."
Tugger swore under his breath. For that he received a glare from Jenny and Jelly who were trying to figure out where they had dropped a stitch due to their nervousness.
"What are we gonna do?"
"I don't know Tugger, I just don't know." Said Munkustrap
And that was the first time that the Jellicle protector had no idea what he was going to do. And this made everyone feel terrible.
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Jemima was silently praying
'Don't lie to the occasion Mungo, please don't.' (A/N I think I spelt that wrong but you know what I'm talking bout right?)
But all her praying was doing nothing for her. Mungojerrie's anger was swelling to the size of Ayers rock. Jemima could feel that a fight between Mungo and Macavity was evident. Who was going to win, that was another matter.
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Tugger's pacing was causing everyone to become very dizzy, especially Demeter who was pacing in the opposite direction.
"I've got it!"
"You do?"
"Yep!! I think I have a plan!!"
"Beginners luck."
"Shut up Munkustrap."
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Macavity and Mungojerrie circled each other, eyes focused on one point. The room was silent, you would've heard a pin drop. Rumpleteazer had been put next to Jemima, and was being forced to watch her mate, the one she loved, fight with the greatest murderer, plunderer and thief alive. Jemima was clinging to her in fear desperately trying not to watch. Rumple knew how she felt for she was exactly like her when she was first brought to Macavity, all those years ago.
END PART TWO
And that was the last word that she heard. She was dragged out of the junkyard by four large black cats, all with glossy coats. All silent. She could feel the claws of the older toms digging into her. There was no point struggling as she was outnumbered four to one (also the fact that she was a kitten and they were HUGE toms). It was at that point that she noticed, she wasn't the only cat that had been 'stolen'. She noticed the marmalade stripes of her good friends, the notorious duo themselves. She was to weak to acknowledge their presence. She let the big toms carry her to Macavity's lair. It was quite obvious that was where she was going but the reason was Why?
^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^
The junkyard was in shambles, injured cats were trying to get to Jenny and Jelly for help with wounds, kittens were crying for their parents, and Demeter was frantic.
"GONE!!! I TOLD YOU!! SHE'S GONE!! YOU SHOUD HAVE PROTECTED HER AND I'LL BET THOSE NO GOOD COCKNEY'S HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT!!! THEY WERE WITH THEM!!!!"
"Demi, they weren't with them, they were taken also." Said Munkustrap feeling very weary.
"WHY WOULD HE WANT THEM!!!"
"Because they came to our 'side' Dem! Can't you see! It makes perfect sense!" Munkustrap's voice was raising with every sentence, which startled Demi.
"Sorry, Munk. I'm just so worried."
Munkustrap calmed down a bit when he saw his beloved mate so worried.
"Dem, it's alright, we are going to get her back. I promise, and Mungo and Rumple will look after her inside his lair."
Demeter looked over to the mess in the yard. She saw something that startled her to no ends.
"Munku? What's that?"
"I'm not sure Dem, but it could probably help us."
^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^
Macavity had 'moved' since the last escape, which was of course Dem and Bomb. He now lived in a much scarier place of town. Jemima was led down a large staircase, she could feel Mungo and Rumple's presence behind her. That presence comforted her a bit. But only a bit. She was dragged into the room, which in most fics is named the 'throne room' but I shall set the records straight. The 'throne room' was a dark place, as it was underground. It's cover was a small abandoned shack which was out of the rich part of town. The stairway was in fact a way to get down to a bomb shelter, that had been left from the war. Macavity had made this bomb shelter his home. The room that he called his 'throne room' was the main part of the shelter. It was separated into two areas, his sleeping quarters which was only accessible through the 'throne room'. All the henchrats had dug out rooms. Many of them slept in the shack above. Many would ask why they would stay with Macavity when all he could really offer them was a life of crime. Macavity's punishments were what made them stay. And this day Jemima was going to see her two best friends endure one of these punishments. Onto Macavity's 'throne'. Well, as silly as it sounds, he did have a throne. But it was not the diamond encrusted one, which some people have described. It was infact a large wooden box filled to the brimful of comfortable pillows and thieved pieces of satin etc. So evidently when Jemima was brought into the room she was scared out of her wits. And so was Mungo and Rumple, Jemima could feel their shuddering.
^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^
"What is it?" asked Demeter eyeing the thing nervously.
"It looks like one of those things that Mungo and Rumple nicked."
"That'd be right! Leaving rubbish like that around when something important happens!"
"No! Look, it's a plug."
"A what?!?! Munkustrap! My daughter. Nay! Our daughter has just been stolen by Macavity and all you can think about is a bloody plug!!"
"It's a clue Demi!" he said coolly "Think! Where's the only place that there is a plug with this on it to match the tap!"
He turned the plug over to reveal markings that showed it belonged to Mrs Winters. An old lady of no importance except for the fact that she was the richest lady in Victoria Grove, and any other grove for that matter, and she was Mungo and Rumple's owner. But what was the most extraordinary thing about her, was the fact that she lived in the most dangerous area of town. Sure, she had a nice home but the area was not the nicest place, for CATS that is. For humans it was paradise. To CATS it was murder waiting to happen as the richest people lived there and therefore meant a good heist was waiting to happen.
"Macavity?"
"He's moved." Said Munkustrap
^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^
"Well, well, well, if it isn't our little friends Mungo and Rumple. The village Romeo and Juliet!" the words stung, making a mockery of the two in front of him. The room was filled with hideous snide sniggers at his command however they stopped immediately.
"Why? Is the only question I ask you. Why did you abandon me? You knew I was going to punish you."
Mungojerrie was too smart to point out to Macavity that he had in fact asked two questions instead of the originally intended one. He stood in silence, straight and tall, head held high as did his mate. Jemima was amazed at their ability to hold on whilst such an evil cat was laughing at them and taunting them. They could hardly stand being called smooshy sappy lovebirds in the junkyard (Which was by Alonzo. In the aftermath however somehow someone… not mentioning any names… placed twenty deck chairs over the top of him during a nap in precarious placement so that he couldn't move until each one had been painstakedly removed by a band of five cats. The whole process took over three hours.) let alone be called Romeo + Juliet by him. The thought of Macavity looking at her made her shudder involuntarily. Macavity did not notice however. Focusing all his energy on the two in front of him. He got down off his so called 'throne' and moved over to the notorious duo. He circled Rumple, tracing her jawline, which was clenched firmly in a figure of hate.
"Leav 'er alone Macavi'y."
"Or what Mungojerrie? What?" he taunted
Jemima could see then that it was all a game. He wanted Mungojerrie to react so that he would fight. So that Macavity could kill him or, leave him with wounds so bad he would wish he were dead. Macavity played with other cats lives, not caring if they were taken away, not caring if he was the one to take them. This was how he had become, the Napolean of crime.
^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^ ^.^
"We have to figure out some way of getting her out!" wailed Demeter desperately.
"Dear, you must understand that we can't just charge in like last time! We have to many members of the tribe sick and injured and we wouldn't have the element of surprise as Macavity is waiting for us!" said Jenny, her knitting needles clicking away impatiently. (A/N yes I know that knitting needles are the same size as a cat, but we're going hypothetical here okay.)
"She is right. We can't risk an attack with so few cats to fight with." Said Munkustrap.
Just then Tugger walked in. He had seemed to get a tan even though he was a black cat. He was wearing a pair of sunnies and was as he typically was, was walking around like Danny from Grease in that scene where Danny has to try and …. Oh never mind…. You know how Danny walks right?
"Have I missed anything? Geez! The junkyard looks terrible Munk!" he slapped an arm around Munku's shoulders. "You gotta be taking a bit better care of it from now on eh mate?" (A/N Sorry, u can tell I'm an Aussie nee?)
"Tugger!" said Munkustrap in exasperation. "Get off me now!"
Tugger removed his arm from Munkustrap.
"So Tugger, how was Spain?" said Demeter, her lips in a tight line.
"Fine, though something's up. What have I missed?" said Tugger suddenly becoming serious on the matter. He removed his glasses and looked at the sullen crowd. He counted them and coming up short put two and two together.
"He attacked again didn't he?"
"Yes, and this time he's taken hostages."
"Who?!"
"Jemima, Rumple and Mungo."
Tugger swore under his breath. For that he received a glare from Jenny and Jelly who were trying to figure out where they had dropped a stitch due to their nervousness.
"What are we gonna do?"
"I don't know Tugger, I just don't know." Said Munkustrap
And that was the first time that the Jellicle protector had no idea what he was going to do. And this made everyone feel terrible.
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Jemima was silently praying
'Don't lie to the occasion Mungo, please don't.' (A/N I think I spelt that wrong but you know what I'm talking bout right?)
But all her praying was doing nothing for her. Mungojerrie's anger was swelling to the size of Ayers rock. Jemima could feel that a fight between Mungo and Macavity was evident. Who was going to win, that was another matter.
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Tugger's pacing was causing everyone to become very dizzy, especially Demeter who was pacing in the opposite direction.
"I've got it!"
"You do?"
"Yep!! I think I have a plan!!"
"Beginners luck."
"Shut up Munkustrap."
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Macavity and Mungojerrie circled each other, eyes focused on one point. The room was silent, you would've heard a pin drop. Rumpleteazer had been put next to Jemima, and was being forced to watch her mate, the one she loved, fight with the greatest murderer, plunderer and thief alive. Jemima was clinging to her in fear desperately trying not to watch. Rumple knew how she felt for she was exactly like her when she was first brought to Macavity, all those years ago.
END PART TWO
