A/N- Thank you, my two reviewers. Just, thank you.
mistosingsmore- Bustopher Jones makes Etcy laugh, so Misto decided to give it a try.
SummerRose- Thank you! I know, I'm suprised that they're aren't mant Etcy stories, but (shrugs) oh well.
I looked around, letting curiosity take over.
I was in an alleyway.
A dark alleyway.....
And, I see toms.
Not nice looking, respectable toms, like at the Junkyard.....
They had scars on them, and were holding queens.
Sobbing, bruised queens....
One of them came walking towards me.
"Hey! You! get over here, hot stuff!" he said, and I noticed a few things about him.
1) His voice was hoarse and gruff.
2) His fur was mangeled and bloody.
3) He smelled like catnip, a drug that is forbidden in the Junkyard.
When I refused to come, he came at me, his thugs with him.
"Hey! Little queen!" they sniffed the air.
"Hey! You smell like a Jellicle!" one hissed.
"Well, if you are, you're very far from home. All the better. None of your little friends can come rushing up to save you now, can they?" he asked.
I shook me head.
"But someone will! I just know it. Someone has to!"
I was practically in tears by this.
I looked around, franticly smelling about, just to see if someone didn't smell like catnip.
There was no one.
I bolted in the opposite direction that the toms were coming from.
I could hear slurred screams, cries, and words, as well as heavy pawsteps behind me.
I kept running, and didn't look back, for fear that if I did, I would trip.
I just kept running, trying to throw them off.
It wasn't working.
I wasn't about to give up.
No.
Not yet!
After hours of running, I told myself something.
Give up.
So, I found a sunny spot, and sat down.
Why sunny?
Because, I haven't given up yet.
My last ploy has gone into play.
I recognized where I was.
I was in Victoria Grove.
Many Jellciles lived there.
Many elders.
Many kittens.
Many in-between.
When they got close enough, I got up, and walked into the road, screaming, "Rape! Rape! Help! Please! RAPISTS!"
They looked confused for a second.
If I wasn't so scared, I would've laugh.
That's when I saw, who else, Misto run out from behind them, poofing them off, one by one.
While he was doing that, one had gotten so close, and, for some reason, I couldn't move.
It seemed so...... safe by him.
"Get away from her!" I could hear Misto's screams.
Suddenly, as if he was using a glamour affect on me, he turned into Macavity, and threw me to the cement.
It scraped against my skin, leaving only bloody marks, but I felt nothing, only fear.
And not even fear for myself.
Misto had just gotten knocked to the ground.
"Misto!" I mewed, and got up.
I ran over to see him just as Macavity vanished.
"Misto! Omigosh! I'm so sorry! I didn't know! I'm so-"
He had pulled me into a bear hug.
He muzzle was by my ear.
"Don't ever do that to me." he said.
I felt confused.
"I don't want to lose you." he muttered.
I felt even more confused.
Who could care about me?