OMEC guys I saw CATS!
It was awesome, obviously. There were a few little changes such as the tininess of the stage, Sillabub, orange Demeter, and no Awefull Battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles. Apparently there were 14 musicians backstage playing. This girl behind me was being really annoying and playing with her necklace and talking and when the person started singing Memory she was like "mommy can I sing?" And I was all like "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
She didn't, luckily.
Hehe. Aren't annoying children annoying?
On with the show.
Jemima shuddered slightly as she made her way through the dark, narrow tunnels leading to Macavity's lair. "Okay," she murmured softly to herself, "he said to go… this way. Right?" She nodded, as though trying to convince herself that it was true. Taking a deep breath, she continued on.
"Gosh, Mac's been working us hard lately, hasn't he?" Jemima jumped as she heard a voice coming from around a corner.
"You can say that again. I don't think he's taking the whole daughter thing too well." As another voice replied, Jemima rushed to look for a hiding spot. They were coming closer!
"He's got to get over it soon. It's a bit hard to lead some big evil business when you're freaking out over some simple little deal." Where to hide? She could not be seen.
"Yeah. Talk about it." Being seen would ruin everything! Is that a hiding spot?
"Well, if we get caught chatting you know what could happen to us." Jemima quickly ran towards a small crack in the wall, squeezing herself inside of it.
Through the crack Jemima could see the two cats coming around the corner. She pressed herself deeper inside of it.
One cat nodded. "Right. Lets go."
They disappeared around the corner and Jemima let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. "That was too close," she whispered to herself.
Then she looked around to see if anyone heard her.
"Is being paranoid a good thing?" She asked herself. But she only mouthed it to herself this time.
"Time to go," she whispered again. Jumping out of her hiding spot, she continued walking down the narrow tunnel.
As Jemima continued to walk, she started to relax slightly.
That is, until she turned a corner.
And it was a dead end.
And there were voices coming her way.
"Crud," she whispered. Not good.
Reno watched nervously as Jemima disappeared into Macavity's lair. "I hope I made the right choice," he said quietly.
What was the right choice supposed to be? It was between sending her into a situation where she could possibly die, or making her stay behind and lose her friend.
As if she would let that happen.
In the short time he knew her, Reno had learned a lot about this small but mighty queen. She was determined, she was brave, and she was caring. She cared enough about her friend to endanger her own life for him.
Reno was ashamed to admit that he wouldn't do the same.
Reno was selfish. He had learned that early on in his life. There were many times where he could have helped his friends when he didn't.
And he had been okay with that.
Calla told him that she loved him because of his huge, gentle heart.
But she didn't know everything.
Reno was cruel when he first met Jemima. Yelled at her. Threatened her.
… Helped her.
Why did he help her? Not like she was really anything special. He had more than once found a stray cat sheltering in his territory. And he had never helped them.
"Stop thinking!" Reno yelled. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" He didn't want to remember. "I don't want to!"
Big mistake.
And realized far too late.
Not a moment later three henchcats came running out to greet him. And not in a very friendly manner.
Reno didn't run. Couldn't run.
Because he recognized one of them.
"Reno?" One of the henchcats called hesitantly. Then, more confidently, "Reno! I thought you were… I thought you were…"
"Dead," Reno whispered.
Then the chaos started.
Macavity sighed happily as he walked towards Jemima's little cell. He knew exactly what to do. Freak out the little brat by telling her that her boyfriend was dead, knock her out, and then take her to that annoying magician to scare him.
Everything was going just fine.
Her cell was coming up. He prepared himself to look as crazy as possible when he walked in. That would make her nervous. He allowed himself a small grin before he changed his expression to madness.
"Three, two, one," he counted. Then he barged in.
But the queen wasn't there.
His face, which not seconds ago had been contorted into madness, quickly changed to true anger, as well as disbelief. "No!" He screeched. Way to ruin his day. Now what was he going to tell the magician? And what if the kitten returned to the Jellicles and told them about his lair? And what had happened to herself and Mistoffelees?
Not good. Not. Good.
He had to find her. Before it was too late. Before she let slip all his secrets.
But it wasn't going to happen. There was no chance that she would find her way back to the Jellicles on her own. Perhaps with Mistoffelees, but he was currently residing in the same place that she had been trapped not a day ago. So there was definitely no chance she could get back to them.
Right?
Macavity was ashamed to admit that he didn't trust himself that much lately. It seemed that there would be moments where things were going great; capturing Mistoffelees, finding out new things; and there were also moments where things just seemed to keep going downhill. The daughter thing. Now this.
Upon examination of the room, Macavity noticed that the window that was supposed to be blocked off was wide open. "Someone is going to pay for that," he growled under his breath. He turned to the door and noticed the henchcats standing awkwardly outside it.
He narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing?" He roared. "Get out there and find her!"
The wide-eyed henchcats quickly took off and Macavity was left fuming.
"She is going to pay," is all he whispered as he left the cell.
Magical Mr. Mistoffelees was scared. He was alone. And for all he knew, Jemima could be seriously in trouble, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Nothing. Not a single thing.
Macavity had said that he would bring Jemima to him, but he wasn't really sure if he should trust Macavity.
He is Macavity, after all.
So there would be no doubts. Misto was not to trust him. And that meant that if he wanted to know what happened to Jemima, he would have to find out himself.
The first step: getting out of this room.
Misto looked around the room. Great. No windows.
He looked towards the door. How much would I be willing to bet that it's locked?
But then he shrugged his shoulders. "Worth a try," he murmured to himself.
Misto grunted as he stood, sore all over. He groaned again as he walked towards the door, but then he stopped himself. "They'll probably get super mad if they catch me trying the door," he whispered.
He shook his head as he reached the door. "Here goes nothing," he murmured as he turned the knob.
Turned the knob!
Misto's jaw dropped open as he continued to turn it. Then he pushed on the door and continued to gape as it opened. He was in total shock. He was free!
That's when it really hit him.
"Not free yet," he reminded himself. What exactly did "escape" mean?
"To free someone or something from what is confining it," Misto murmured. He had come up with that one on the spot, and he was pretty proud about it.
But now he had to go.
Misto peeked out into the hallway to see if anyone was coming, and sighed with relief when no one was. Quickly he crept out and into a smaller hallway. Getting caught was not an option.
Well, unless you count dying as an option. But he definitely didn't.
Now what?
Jemima. That's right. Because she's the reason he went through all this in the first place.
And she's the reason he had to return.
And that brought on a new emotion: fear. Or at least, more fear than lately. A different kind of fear. Fear that she wouldn't care. Or that maybe she thought he had abandoned her.
Or that she had abandoned him.
If he didn't find her, Mist knew that she would resent him for the rest of her life. And he didn't blame her.
But he needed something to blame.
Blame Macavity, he thought bitterly. It is all his fault, anyways.
Yes. Blame Macavity. That could work for him.
But Misto wasn't one to let blame go untouched. Macavity would pay. One way or another.
Macavity had taken something Misto loved from him.
Time to return the favour.
And the chapter has come to a close.
I left everything on a cliffy! Ain't that just dandy.
But cliff-hangers are kinda fun. Especially if you are wanting to agonize your readers because you are evil like me =3.
Ooh guess what? I got 100% on the short story/essay part of my PAT (provincial achievement test)! So it was a choice between an essay and a narrative, and I chose the narrative. I'm guessing that's usually what authors do though =3.
The prompt was something like "the effects of memories on (something)"
Interesting topic…
Until next time… adios!