HAT: I know, I know. "What happened to Skimble?!" Well, here! Quit mentally bugging me! Here's Skimble's POV! Anyway, you may have noticed the changes in the summary. Well, basically the original plot I had in mind is more or less thrown out the window and now a different plot is not in effect. Oh, yeah. That happy go lucky thing that I had somewhat going on in the beginning? GONE! Hope you enjoy what's to come... maybe?
Disclaimer (for the whole frigging story): I own absolutely nothing besides the plot and all the lktalhetagnreoging OCS!
Several days after that glass-green eyes crack open, his right eye nearly swollen shut. He holds back any groans because immediately he sees cold crimson eyes staring back at him. He can't afford for this cat to get anything, not even the slights whimper from him. He'd managed to not scream in agony or whimper throughout the time he'd been there. He lost track of how many days he'd been there the first week, for all he knew it was a year.
"It wasn't a lie when they said Railway Cats were strong willed and not easy to break," a rough, deep voice says contemplatively. "Though by now I'd have thought that you would break."
Skimbleshanks doesn't even dignify him with a response, which leads to a strong blow to his already damaged stomach. Skimbleshanks lets out any breath left in his lungs and tries to suck in air only to choke on a metallic tasting liquid and he coughs out bright red blood onto the floor, contrasting the rusted color on the floor underneath it. By the time he finally manages to get his breath back his eyes are watery and he's left breathing raggedly, his insides having a strange, scratchy feeling.
"You are quite the impressive cat... I'll find great satisfaction when you finally break," the same voice says as he turns and walks out of the room.
I'm so tired, he thinks as he slumps, raw skin rubbing against his restraints. He'd been suspended on the restraints against a table for about a week, leaving the bottom part of his paws rubbed raw of fur and skin raw and red. He stopped fighting it four days ago and just allowed his body to relax as much as it could in such a painful situation.
At one time he thought that there was nothing worse than Marcus and Macavity, but now he's seen something so much worse, something that cannot be saved and would not be worth saving. Those crimson eyes held nothing, not even the finest trace of light in them. Even Marcus and Macavity, who'd both been driven mad by dark magic, had traces of their old selves still left and in the end were reverted back to what they were before and hesitated before hurting anything that couldn't help themselves and targeted cats that can handle themselves, but this cat... this cat held not even the slightest bit of remorse for torturing and killing kits, pregnant queens, or any of the like. This was a cat to be feared.
Skimble hated to admit it, but he was scared of those eyes.
He'd never been more scared of eyes since he looked into his own back when his own darkness had consumed him.
(A/N: To be honest I don't know what past I'm referencing from anymore, maybe all of them)
Dear Everlasting, end this one way or another and take this cat out of this world and into darkness where he belongs, Skimble thinks as he coughs our more of his life's blood onto the floor.
Insistent pounding and cries causes Skimble to lift his head and focus on whatever it is that he hears going on further on. At first he assumes that it's more torture, after all he's seen more than enough, but familiar voices reach him and he finally feels hope well up inside of him.
"I'm here!" Skimble cries, rattling his restraints to make more noise.
Battles are still loud and clear, so much so that he thinks he's been unheard, but suddenly his door is opened and there stands a familiar sleek brown queen with a white chest and face and bright blue eyes. She'd always displayed a talent for unlocking anything with her claws and even helped the Notorious Duo enhance their skills in this area, something he's only ever been glad about a pawful of times in the past for reasons he'd rather leave behind.
She gapes at him. "W-what they do to you?"
"No time for that, lass," croaks the old tom.
She rushes forward and unlocks each restraint, starting with the legs first, then going to the arms. His body drops forward and she does her best to catch him, but still stumbles back a few steps before steadying them both. "A few of the others are going to free the others when they get the chance."
"Not the best idea, lass, some of these cats are criminals, competition for him," Skimble grunts.
She blinks in surprise, but doesn't let it stun her for long because almost immediately she nods firmly. "Understood. We've still got to get you out of here."
He scoffs and leans against her partially, but mostly walks on his own. "You seem to doubt me."
"Abort the breakouts!" she shouts.
A white and orange face with dark brown eyes comes into view before a Cockney accent follows. "Why?"
"Not everyone down here is innocent, we'll get to that later. Spread the word, Teaze."
"Aye!" The calico queen says before she darts off to inform the others.
Cassandra leads Skimble through the abandoned hallways towards freedom before a growl echoes behind them. Both turn to see a large peke stalking forward with drool dripping down it's fangs. Cassandra shares a glance with the orange tabby and then sets him down slowly, bright eyes on the threat.
"Be careful," Skimble begs.
She merely nods and steps in front of the frail old tom protectively. Suddenly the dog barks and charges and Cassandra runs forward. At first the canine seems taken aback, which works to her advantage because she ends up taking the collar on it's neck and yanking it's head into the wall in hopes of making it disoriented. Quickly the large animal shakes it's head to clear it and snaps towards Cassandra, much to the misfortune of said queen, gets her hind leg caught in a set of strong jaws and a loud, sickening snap echoes in the hallway followed by the pain filled screams of the queen as she's violently shaken from side to side.
"Cassandra!" Skimble cries as he watches in horror.
Move, he orders his body, however old, weak, and tortured his body may be. Her leg could be ripped off at best and at worst... she could die. Move!
Move!
HAT: Yay, cliffhanger!
Cassandra: *gapes* What is it with you and killing everyone?!
HAT: It's for the good of the story!
Cassandra: Torture and death! First it was Tugger, then it was Skimble, then Victoria, and the list keeps going! Who's next? Jemima?! One or your OC kits?!
HAT: ...
Cassandra: Really?! What'd you do?!
HAT: Nothing... yet.
Cassandra: *facepalm* Oy vey!
HAT: I know, I thought that myself... Anyway, could you please say it?
Cassandra: Review, I guess. *shakes head and walks off stage* Alonzo! Wait until you hear what this one's got in store!
HAT: *pales and runs away* I didn't hurt your mate!
Alonzo: She what?! HAT!
