Disclaimer: I don't own Cats, but I do own Elijah, my OC.

A/N: Warning: this chapter has content that may not be suitable for some readers. I'm serious this time. The title is self-explanatory, and if you remember from last chappie, I promised you guys a surprise that had to do with Elijah. Put two and two together and...You get a back story! Hooray! Sorry this one took so long, I've been busy with homework and stuff. I really hate to keep my readers waiting, I know how it feels. :( Anyway, enjoy!

Victoria paced the perimeter of her cell, looking for some sort of escape. With Elijah gone, and the jail warden on break, she couldn't draw any attention.

"There has to be something...There always is! Isn't there some door they feed prisoners through? Maybe I could get Misto to...Wait, no, that won't work; he's still too weak. He can't even wake up, let alone use magic..." Victoria thought as she scanned the cell for what seemed like the hundredth time. She sighed in frustration.

"It hopeless! We're never getting out of here!"She stomped her foot, letting out another aggravated sigh. Just as she was about to give up entirely, she noticed Misto stir. With her attention now on Misto, she momentarily forgot about their hopeless situation, and loped over to him, giddy with anticipation.

"Misto? Misto, can you hear me?" Victoria asked as she knelt down beside him. His ears pricked towards her at the sound of her voice, and she smiled even more.

Next thing she knew, his eyes were open and he was looking at her, half-smiling. Victoria nuzzled his neck, happily purring. She couldn't have been more content.

"Hey, Vic...Where are we? I don't recognize the place." Misto muttered as he tried to lift his head. His back protested, and he winced, putting his head back down.

Victoria looked away with sadness in her eyes. "We're in Macavity's hideout, Misto. We're his hostages. I only hope we can come out of here alive." She whispered.

Misto's eyes widened. "Macavity's hideout? What on Earth would he want with us? Wait, you said hostages, right?" Victoria nodded in response. The corners of Misto's lips twitched, as if he just realized something ironic about the whole situation.

"What? Is something funny? What's that look on your face for?" Victoria asked, cocking her head.

"If we're his hostages, then he can't touch us until he gets what he wants, right? So we've got nothing to worry about...For now. What does my father want, by the way? I didn't pay much attention after my back got sliced open, no thanks to the henchcats." Misto explained, still smirking.

His queenfriend took on a worried expression. "Does your back still hurt a lot? Elijah cleaned your wounds, but I can tell you're still in a lot of pain. Do you want me to tell him to change the bandages the next time he comes around?" Victoria asked, forgetting that Misto had no idea who she was talking about.

"Ya, my back is constantly throbbing, but I think I'll manage. It doesn't sting, so that's a good sign that it's not infected. Anyway, who's Elijah? The doctor of this place?" Misto asked, raising an eyebrow. He put his arms under him and tried to push himself up, gritting his teeth against the pain.

"Elijah's not-Misto, what are you doing? You're going to hurt yourself even more! Lie back down!" Victoria hissed, nervous about his reckless behavior. She didn't interfere, though, as she thought that would probably do him more harm than good.

Misto ignored her advice. He slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, still wincing every now and then. "See? I'm alright. I need to test my limits, or I'll never recover completely." He said, throwing his queenfriend a cocky smile.

Victoria rolled her eyes, but returned the smile. "Whatever you say, Mr.Mistofelees. Just don't scare me like that again. Now as I was saying, Elijah's not the doctor, or healer, as they say here. He's second-in-command. The healer didn't do such a good job, so he fixed you up instead." She explained, chuckling at the memory of Elijah's "lesson".

Misto stared at her, dumbstruck. After a few moments of gathering his thoughts, he broke the silence. "Vic, are you crazy? You let Macavity's second-in-command come in here? Do you know what he could have done to you? Did he do anything to you? If he did, I swear-"He didn't get to finish his rant, as his queenfriend interrupted him.

"Stop, Misto. Elijah's not a bad tom. He took great care of you, and me, too. He's really nice, for a henchcat. All he did was talk and try to offer me some comfort. If it wasn't for him, I would be a nervous wreck, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be here right now." Victoria finished, folding her arms across her chest and pouting for emphasis.

"Yes, cut me some slack. I didn't do anything to harm Victoria, and I never will." Elijah himself was standing outside the cell, holding two bowls of water. He put them down and let himself in, picking the bowls up again as he kicked the cell door shut behind him. He put the bowls down in front of the two cats, and locked the door.

"I thought you guys might be thirsty. I see your back is better, Misto. How are you feeling? If you're nauseous, lightheaded, or dizzy, just let me know. I can get you some meds if you need them." Elijah offered, sitting down in front of the pair.

Misto looked Elijah up and down with a critical eye, as if evaluating him. "I'm fine, thanks." He said in a flat voice.

Elijah shrugged turned his attention to Victoria, who was grinning at him. "Well, at least someone's happy to see me. How have you been doing?" He asked cocking his head at Victoria.

"I'm doing great, Elijah. What have you been up to? I'm sure being second-in-command keeps you on your toes!" She replied, a little too enthusiastically for Misto's liking.

"Oh, you know, same old, same old. I really can't tell you much about what I do, as I've been sworn to secrecy. I've just been keeping an eye on the place while ol' Mac plots his day away. So, uhh, nothing really." He explained while playing with his thumbs.

Suddenly, something caught Elijah's attention, and he snapped his head toward the door. He held up a paw, signaling for quiet. Misto and Victoria kept silent, but they didn't hear anything.

Victoria couldn't help but catch sight of his scar again as it showed itself whenever Elijah turned his head to the right. She felt her heart sink a bit with pity as she thought how much it had hurt him.

As soon as her reverie came, though, it was gone as Elijah jumped up and hurriedly unlocked the door. He didn't stop to explain what he was doing as he locked it again and stalked off with his ears pinned flat against his head.

"What was that all about...?" Misto pondered aloud. His question was soon answered as they both heard a pained yowl and a dull thud. Victoria winced as she guessed what it was. She didn't have time to feel sorry for the unlucky cat that made Elijah angry because the corridor was filled with loud shouting not long after the thud.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Well? Answer me!" The pair heard Elijah shout at an unknown cat.

"I'm jus' havin' some fun, ya know what I mean? Jail duty has its perks. You, o' all cats, should know that." Victoria recognized the tom's squeaky, cocky voice as Remmy's.

Misto looked intrigued, as if he was just let in on an important secret on that last sentence.

Victoria furrowed her eyebrows in thought, wondering what Remmy could have possibly brought up about Elijah's past.

Whatever it was, it only made Elijah angrier. Misto and Victoria heard another thud, but it was louder this time. A quiet hiss followed, that most likely came from Remmy.

"I'll have you know that talking like that to your boss gets you killed around here. But since I'm such a nice cat, I won't kill you. Instead, you'll just pay for your behavior towards me and Nadia with your blood." They heard Elijah hiss in a dark voice.

The heard Remmy cry out in pain as Elijah slashed him across the face. Victoria whimpered and darted to Misto, burying her head in his chest. Misto wrapped his arms around her, and stroked her back in an effort to comfort her. He knew how compassionate she was toward other cats, and he knew this made her feel frightened, more than anything. She whimpered and tensed up every time she heard Remmy scream in agony.

When it was finally over, Victoria was near tears and Misto was pretty angry himself at Elijah for putting his queenfriend through that. Elijah came back, looking apologetic. Blood glistened on his paws and smeared his keys as he unlocked the door.

He looked up at the pair huddled together and his shoulders drooped. "I'm sorry I scared you guys. This is just what happens when you don't follow orders around here. I try to protect the queens as best as I can from toms like Remmy. I hate it when the toms try to rape them; it makes me want to cut their throats. I didn't do that to Remmy, though, I just tossed him around a bit; gave him a few scratches." He sat down by the bars and started licking his paws, cleaning them of blood.

Misto stared coldly at him, while Victoria relaxed and looked over her shoulder with an uncertain expression. Misto broke the heavy silence that fell upon the cell. "That's understandable. You can expect some scary things to happen in the worst place in London. What I don't understand is why do you even bother protecting the queens around here? I don't mean to be rude, but aren't these queens..." He trailed off, not wanting to continue.

Elijah caught on and finished his sentence for him. "Doxies? No, I'm afraid that's a common mistake cats make about the queens that live here. It's not their fault the toms use them as doxies; that's just what happens when queens are around testosterone-crazed toms with no one to protect them. I'd let them go, but I'd get killed if I did. So I try to protect them as best as I can to make up for that. If I catch a tom "having fun" with a queen, as Remmy put it, I don't hesitate to beat the crap out of him." He finished, continuing to lick his paws.

"I think it's nice that you protect the queens. It makes me feel better about being stuck here. But I've been wondering, what did Remmy mean when he said "you of all cats should know that jail duty has its perks"? You were never like Remmy, were you? You're too kind." Victoria asked in a quiet voice, wondering if she was out on thin ice now.

Even from the other end of the cell, she could see Elijah tense up, and she felt sorry that she had asked such a personal question.

Elijah let out a sigh and relaxed a bit. "To help you understand what Remmy meant, I might as well start at the beginning. I grew up on the street, like most toms around here. I have no brothers or sisters, as they all died of either disease or a car accident. Or other cats. My parents died when I was a kitten, trying to protect me from getting killed by other street cats. I was alone. My only defenses were to get tough and strong, fast; and to stand my ground, no matter how scared I was. It wasn't long before I had become a respected street cat, able to beat up any cat that got in my way. For a while, everything was great. I had my own posse, despite my young age. I was like the Al Capone of street cats, if you will." He paused and looked up from his paws, waiting for the words to sink in.

Misto and Victoria nodded, prompting him to continue.

Elijah resumed his story. "I had one problem, though. I was too nice. I couldn't bear to see a cat killed by my paws, so I always let one of my posse do it. It was kind of like an inside joke, that I was too chicken to kill a cat. They nicknamed me "Mr. Nice Guy" and taunted me behind my back every now and then. Angry with myself and my too-nice personality, I decided to earn their respect in a different way. I became a playboy. It was hard at first, but with my charm and good looks, I soon had mastered the art of seduction. I didn't care which queen it was, as long as she was my age and pretty. I took advantage of them, and in the worst way. Soon, I had a reputation for that, too. It wasn't long before Macavity recognized my talents and recruited me to join his ranks. I brought my "bad habits" with me, and whenever I was bored and stuck with jail duty, I had no problem just letting myself in one of the queens' cells and seducing her, whether she liked it or not." He stopped again, and smirked as a disgusted look crossed Misto's face. Victoria just stared at him, appalled.

He didn't bother waiting for their confirmation. "It wasn't long, though, before Macavity himself caught wind of my actions. He was furious that I was taking advantage of his queens, and leaving them in a sad state. He told me that, even though my actions were accepted up until a certain point, if I went past that point I would be hurting his queens instead of seducing them. To make sure I didn't forget his lesson, he gave me this scar. Because of his magic, the scar never goes away and brings back the feelings of the agony, sorrow, and fear I caused every queen I went too far with every time I touch it. And that was a lot of queens. My nice personality came back to me eventually, and I earned my place among the toms, becoming second-in-command. Now I protect the queens and offer comfort to them when they ask for it." Elijah looked up at the pair, expecting to be shunned because of his past.

Instead, Victoria hesitantly crawled up to him and hugged him. He stiffened at the uncommon gesture of kindness, but quickly relaxed and returned the hug. "You've had a tough life, Elijah. But you were strong enough not to forget who you were, even after all the horrible things that happened to you. You still are. Please don't ever forget that." She whispered. She gave him a friendly nuzzle, and crawled back to her place beside Misto.

Misto nodded politely, no longer skeptical of Elijah.

Elijah gave a genuine smile. "Thanks, Victoria. I promise I won't forget. Now if you'll excuse me, I have patrols to do. See you guys later." He stood up and let himself out, locking the door behind him.

Victoria and Misto nuzzled each other, happy that they had helped another cat. They soon felt alone again, missing Elijah's comforting presence.

Misto's mind went back to the happier times he had spent in the Junkyard, and he wondered if his friends were planning to rescue him, or if they assumed that he and Victoria were already dead.

A/N: Personally, I loved writing this chapter. It's my favourite! And longest, too, so far! Hope you guys liked it!