I finished the prewritten chapters of this story! Listen to Bittersweet by Apocalyptica while reading this chapter, it makes it seem so dramatic, haha :) I'm so excited. You have two left to read muahahahahaha! This one's sad. Wahh.

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Chapter 10

Plato stopped in front of Victoria's house. He wanted so badly to go in and see her, but with the way she had acted last night, he knew she probably needed some time alone.

He couldn't believe she was pregnant! He had always wanted kittens when he was younger, but he never though it would actually happen to him.

He heard a catflap being pushed open down the block. He looked to see a small tortoiseshell step out onto her porch and stretch sleepily. It was unmistakably Jemima.

He remembered Victoria's words about the young Queen's fallout with Misto. Dipping his tail in respect, he began to walk towards her. She saw him approach, and her tail lowered in confusion.

"Hello Jemima," the mottled tom greeted her.

"How's it going Plato?" she replied warily. Plato frowned.

"Is it true what Victoria said?" he murmured. "About Misto?" Jemima's face fell, and her eyes seemed to go blank.

"She-" she hesitated. "She actually told you about that?" Plato gazed down at her sympathetically, and nodded. To his absolute surprise and horror, the young Queen stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

"Oh Plato," she sighed. "I'm so sorry. She wanted to tell you sooner, she really did." Plato started, confused to death.

"Wait, what?" he asked. Jemima stepped back, her eyes glistening.

"She did," the tortoiseshell pressed. "But she felt so horrible, she thought you might kill Misto if the kits turned out to be his, and-"

"What?" the mottled tom shrieked, backing away from her. "Why would my kits be Misto's?" He stumbled over the gutter, and began to run in the direction of Victoria's house. He caught sight of Jemima's shocked face as he flew past her. The sun was beginning to go down, bathing her eyes in starlight. He knew that she had said something she wasn't supposed to.

What was this? His heart pounded like a wild drum against his chest. Victoria wouldn't do this to him! Misto was his best friend, since they were kittens. Neither of them would betray him so; this had to be some sort of sick joke.

He skidded to a halt in front of Victoria's walk, his nose raised and twitching in desperation to find his mate's scent. He caught it finally, it was fresh and led down the street. He trotted after the trail anxiously, straining to see her in the distance. Suddenly, the trail veered off of the road, and with a sickening jolt in his stomach, Plato realized he was being led to Misto's house. No, no, no…he traced the scent to the gate, where suddenly the sweet scent of his Queen met up with the more musky smell of another tom, Misto's scent to be exact.

"Shit!" he swore, shaking his head. He picked up the smell again and followed it down the sidewalk. Eventually he found himself in the alley leading to the junkyard, and that's when he broke into a run.

He could already see the clearing before him, and with a sharp intake of breath he leapt out into the moonlight.

Victoria and Misto were there, together, stretched out on the sofa. The black tom seemed to be soothing the white Queen, who looked distraught. His paw lightly stroked her thigh, and she seemed to enjoy it. Plato could feel his heart break into tiny shards of glass that cut his chest into a ragged mess. His breathing shortened, the fur on his back and neck bristled angrily. His eyes betrayed all of his shock, all of his hurt.

All the while the two cats, black and white, had jumped away from each other, guilt and shock clear on their faces. There was a long moment of silence in which the mottled tom's amber eyes flickered from Victoria, his love, the reason he woke up in the morning, to Misto, his best friend, whom he thought he could trust with anything.

"Plato, I-" Victoria was pleading, but Plato couldn't hear her. All of those love filled words, spoken so softly and tenderly, all of the time spent together, pressed into one-another's fur, were lies. Suddenly, he realized the complete and total irony of Misto's words, spoken after the Jellicle ball.

"I would never forgive you if you let a Queen tear our friendship apart."

Those words. They came from a time where all was normal, they were all so innocent and carefree. How terribly those words contradicted themselves now.

"I thought-" Plato stuttered. "I thought I could trust you, I thought we were friends, Mistoffelees." The two cats were silent, their faces masks of shame. The mottled tom's scorching amber eyes penetrated the tuxedo's smaller brown ones. "I thought I knew you, Misto." His gaze switched to Victoria, who looked at her feet, her eyes pained and glistening.

"Victoria…" he breathed. "You told me you loved me…"

"I do love you Plato, I-" she began to sob, but she was cut off by her mate.

"Shut up!" he screamed at her. "I thought I meant something to you! You lied to me, Victoria," his eyes were wet now, and he shook his head. "I loved you, but you betrayed me." Victoria was in tears. Suddenly, Plato broke loose.

"You!" he screamed at Misto, who's eyes widened. "You took her from me! You knew how happy I was and you wanted to make me suffer!" He stopped, hot tears blurring his vision. He vented his feelings by knocking down a pile of trash cans, watching in misery as his mate and his best friend cringed at the loud noise.

"I'm going to kill you!" he shrieked at Misto, stalking across the junkyard, the fur on his chest puffed straight out.

"Calm down, Plato," Misto warned, his eyes weary. "I don't want to fight you!"

"Yah?" Plato snarled. "Well, should have thought about that before you left your scent all over my Queen!" And he leapt at Misto, bowling the smaller tom over easily.

"No!" Victoria screamed, darting quickly out of the way of the screeching toms. "Please!" she sobbed helplessly, unable to do anything to help.

Plato sunk his teeth into Misto's back leg, sneering in cold satisfaction as the weaker tom cried out in pain, and the coppery blood welled out of the wound, into his mouth. Misto managed to bluntly swipe at the side of Plato's head, causing him to hiss angrily and attack again. Finally, Plato's iron jaws clamped around the tuxedo tom's neck, hearing him choke as he tried to take in a breath. He held his old friend's life in his teeth now.

"Stop it!" he heard Victoria scream behind him somewhere, far away. Misto was jerking under him, his death so close… "You're killing him!"

Thin arms wrapped around his waist and struggled to pull him away from the black cat, and his grip was loosened as tiny needle claws dug into his back. With a hiss of pain, Plato released Misto and spun around to Victoria, striking his claws across her outstretched arms.

And then he froze. Behind him, Misto took a sharp breath and began to cough. Plato's eyes were locked on Victoria's. Both of their eyes were full of terror. Blood welled up from the shallow gashes crisscrossing the Queen's wrists, staining her snow white fur crimson red. Still, they stared at each other.

"Victoria, I-"

Suddenly, pain wracked through the brown and white tom's body, and he fell to the ground, electricity sending spasms down his spine and all of his limbs. He screamed in agony as he was jolted again with Misto's lightning; his head turned and he could see the black and white tom laying a while away from him, his expression bleak.

He could hear Victoria screaming, but it was all far away now. His head swam, an suddenly, all was black.

Oh jeezus! Poor Plato. Heck, poor all of them!

And to Chayton's Angel, I wasn't trying to get the reader to like Misto and Victoria, because Victoria doesn't even want to like them either. Thanks for reading my story!

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