Yes! I'm acutually updating! For the first time in like, uhhhhhhhhh.....I don't know.
Oh, and btw, Majestic is at the imbetween queen and princess stage, and Shimmer is a little younger than Majestic in the last chapter.
Chapter Eight: Returns
Magic laguhed. Pouncivul had just done (well, attempted) to do a backflip off the tire and ended up landing on his bum in front of the rest of the junkyard. Now Tumble was grinning and showing off, causing his brother to pout and watch.
Majestic felt great. Ever since Mistoffelees had woken up Shimmer, everything seemed to be patching up. Shimmer was back in the kitten area, where Victoria and Plato were watching them, playing with her friends. All of the other kits had excepted her back without a thought, even though she had been gone for a few weeks.
Magic felt a little guilty twoards her friends, though. She had gone into a trance that she couldn't be pulled out of, even by magic, until Shimmer was healed. But when she talked to Jemima, the princess had told her she was crazy and not to worry about it.
"Let's play tag!" Etcy sheirked, getting tired of watching Tumblebrutus's acrobatics. Admetus perked up. He liked to run.
"I dunno, Etcy. I'm kinda tired," Electra said, getting up and stretching. A huge grin spread over Etcetera's face. She darted around the toms and skidded to a stop in front of her sister.
"Tag," she said, poking the calico imbetween the eyes, then bounding off, laughing. Everone looked at Electra for a second, then scampered off, laughing.
"That's not fair!" Electra wailed, scrambling to her feet. She looked around and saw Admetus, who had triped over his own feet and landed face first in the dirt. Electa took her chance and ran over, poking the tom in the back and yelling, "NO TAGBACKS!"
Admetus groaned, but immediatly caught Pounce by the tail and tagging him. Pouncivul whipped around. Metus grinned and poked him in the stomach and saying, "You're it!"
Pouncivul looked around the clearing. Then he noticed Jemima and Majestic, who were pretty cornered. This is gonna be easy, he thought. The tom crouched to the ground and growled playfully. The two queens sheirked and clutched each other. Pouncivul started running towards them. The two scampered up a leaning pile of junk, thinking Pounce wouldn't follow them. They got to the top, breathless.
"Do...you...think...he followed...us?" Jemima panted. Her question was answered by the tom coming around the bend of the tower. Both queens sheirked again, backing away. Pounce grinned and walked forward. Majestic stepped on some loose garbage, sending both queens tumbling down about 100 feet. Majestic looked wildly around, both her and Jemima's screams echoing in her head. Everything seened to be going in slow motion. She saw some carpets and the next think she knew both her and Jem wer flying towards the ground.
"Whoa," Etcy said, watching the two of them. Pouncivul was staring down with a shocked look on his face. Jemima got up shakily. Majestic stood up, but almost immediatly crumpled to the ground again.
"GAH!" she yelled, clutching her side.
"What's wrong?" Mistoffelees asked in a hurried voice
"Don't know...my side," Magic muttered, looking at her paw, which was wet and sticky.
"Oh, Heavyside, your're bleeding!" Jemima sheirked.
"I'm fine," Magic said, starting to stand up. "Oh, no I'm not," she said, dropping to the ground again.
"Umm...Misto, can you do that healing thing again?" Tumble asked, rushing up to them.
"Yeah, I remeber it and-"
"NO!" Majestic yelled. They all stared at her. "You are just going to wear yourself out, and you know it. Just take me to Jelly," she said. Etcetra bit on her lip.
"I dunno, Magic. It would be a lot faster if you let Misto..." She trailed off as Majestic gave her the death glare.
"Alright. Let's help her there," Electra said, putting one of Magic's arms over her neck. Etcetera took her other arm and put it on her own neck. Jemima and the toms walked behind them, heading towards Jelly's.
Shimmer ducked out of the way as a rubber mouse came flying towards her. She laughed and turned around to pick up the toy. Instead she saw a angry white queen towering aboue her and holding a red rubber mouse.
"Oops," she said, backing away a few feet.
"Kittens," Victoria hissed angrily, whipping the toy towards the junk.
"Hey!" Puck shouted, his voice rising a bit. Vicky glared at him. "We were playing with that," he finished quietly.
"Ughh, brats! That's all kits are, just little brats!" the white queen hissed. She looked at the gold princess that was still in front of her. "Especially you," she said, pointing at Shimmer. "That's just what you are. You and your sister just waltz into the junkyard, and suddenly you're the center of attention. What ever happened to 'Oh, I want to be Victoria,' or 'Victoria's such a good dancer,'?" Shimmer cowered a bit under the queen's rage.
"But oh, no, now it's 'Shimmer is so pretty' and 'I wish I could have her fur'."
"Vicky," Plato said quietly, nudging her. "Come on, she's just a kit."
"Oh, don't you 'Vicky' me. And she's more than 'just a kit'. Both of them are." Victoria said, leaning down and getting square with Shimmer's face. "You know what you are? You're just an uppity brat!"
Suddenly a gasp came from the other side of the kitten area. Passing by was Majestic, helped by her friends. But now she had her hands poised, electricity cackling between them, and was standing in position to strike.
"What did you just call my sister?" she asked, no louder than a whisper. Yet it could be heard, loud and clear, throughout the now silent kitten area.
Victoria's eyes showed a glimmer of fear, yet it was gone as soon as it had come. "You didn't hear me before? Okay then. I called your sister and yourself both just a pair of uppity brats." there was a flash and then a loud bang. There was a dent in the metal of the car Victoria had been standing in front of, right next to her shoulder. Then a lot of things happened at once. Plato threw himself into a defensive crouch in front of the white queen, growling. Mistoffelees flung out his paws, making a force field around Victoria that was only visible for a second to keep Magic from hurting her.
Tumble and Admetus each grabbed one of Majestic's arms, restraining her from causing damage to anyone or anything. Majestic growled, both at Victoria and the toms that were keeping her from advancing. The cut in her side had been forgotten, although blood was starting to trickle down the black and purple queen's side.
Suddenly Magic couldn't stand. Pain seemed to break over her like a wave, causing her to crumble to the ground. Her violet eyes looked up, blazing. They rested on Victoria, who sneered at her.
"I'm going to get her," she said quietly through the pain and gritted teeth. Then she allowed herself to be whisked away by the other queens to Jelly's, and leaving the toms to deal with everything else.
When Magic was gone, Misto let down the force field. Plato straightened up, and Admetus went over and talked to the kittens that were standing in the center of the clearing, staring from Victoria to the way Majestic had gone.
"You really shouldn't have provoked Magic," Tumblebrutus said, walking up to Victoria.
"And who are you, telling me what to do?" The queen said, crossing her arms and glaring at the young tom.
"Seriously, Vicky. Do you know what Magic did to that peke? That kind of power plus the amount of anger you just put on her would have been way dangerous," Mistoffelees told his older sister, who just huffed and looked away.
Plato ran a paw through his head fur. "I'm really sorry," he said. "I'm going to ask Jenny if maybe we can do something else, like dealing with her mice or cockroaches or something. I don't thin kit-sitting worked out the best."
"It's okay, dude. We understand," Pounce said.
"I guess we'll let you finish up here. We're going to go check on Magic," Tumble said, dropping down to all four paws. "We'll talk to Jenny for ya, okay?"
"Thanks, Tumble. See you guys around." And with that Plato walked over towards his queen, who was sitting in front of the kittens again. Admetus had walked back over to his friends.
"Well, Tumble's ready to go see someone," Pouncivul said in a sing-song voice. Tumblebrutus gave a low warning growl to him. Misto chuckled quietly. Tumble whipped around and said,
"I swear, one word, and you're going to wish you never heard anything."
Author's Notes:
Obviously, I'm not that big of a Victoria fan. But aren't you proud of me?! I actually got another chapter of this story up! So, could you review and tell me what you thought about this long-anticipated chapter?
