...Don't kill me?
-Teazer's P.O.V., a few weeks after last chap-
As it turns out, working for Macavity isn't horrible. Really, it's just thieving, giving part of it to him, and we're pretty much guarenteed lifetime safety. Not a bad deal, really.
Jerrie and I were at what seems to have become our favorite place at the Junkyard, the lake.
"Oy, Jer," I say to him, and he looks back at me from his spot doodling in the mud at the bank, "Oi think Oi 'ave ya finally bea' in yer poetry thing."
"Yeah?" He asks, grinning, obviously amused. I chuck a small rock at him, which he ducks.
"Yeah," I tell him, then recite, "We're always togethuh, we're one o' a kind, three words describe us: partners in crime."
He bursts out laughing, in that cute way of his. No, Teaze, I tell myself, Focus on getting home. You can't have a mate. ...No matter how good you think Jerrie would be as one.
"Yeah," he says, giving that boyish grin of his, "Oi think tha' beats Tugger's ol' armpit poem."
"Seriously? Tha' was Tugger's? Cheatuh!" I take a swipe at him, claws sheathed. He laughs and grabs my paw. Grins at me for a moment. Pushes me into the lake.
My head goes under, but I'm able to stand up then. It's a shallow lake. I yell a string of curse words at him.
He laughs at me, but then we both shut up when Jenny appears out of the lakeside plants.
Jennyanydots raises an eyebrow at us. Gives us a stern look. Probably because I was cursing at him, or maybe because I'm in the lake.
"Rumpleteazer, get out of that lake. It seems I'll have to talk to you both!" Jerrie and I share a look. He rolls his eyes.
I get onto the lake's bank and shake out my fur, thinking of how muddy it probably is. Then I go to follow Jenny back to the main part of the Junkyard, but not before I see what Jerrie has scrawled into the mud. 'Teaze, be my mate?'
-A couple days later-
"Jer! Get yer butt movin' fastuh!" I yowled, using the full extent of my legs to run, flying through the streets. Jerrie was a little far behind me. My words were muffled by the sack of jewels and gold in my mouth. But I think he got the point.
We were going to be late for a money/goods deposit with Macavity, where he also tells us where he wants us to steal from next.
Well, I really didn't want to be late. Macavity was unstable. Not right in the head. I can't imagine what happens to cats who piss him off.
I throw myself through the open first story window in his old, broken down hideout. I land right in the meeting room.
Jer vaults into the room a few seconds later, and we're both staring Macavity's rage in the face. Two nights ago, we were pretty much his sole pride, now... well, we're not.
He doesn't say anything for a while. Which was, in a way, even more frightening than if he had been screaming his brains out at us.
His cold amber gaze. Whatever I was, cat, human, mutant, whatever, Macavity was even farther from normal.
He grinned. But it wasn't a real smile. Distorted, wicked. Wicked, but lovely. I'm relatively sure only queens feel that pull.
The last thing I remember was seeing his grin before everything went black.