Weeks went by and Macavity and Munkustrap finally left Shiloh's house.
"We're walking past your human's apartment," Macavity said as they walked down the streets. "Do you want to go see him?"
"Yes," Munkustrap answered, a little shocked. They walked up the fire escape and Munkustrap leapt through the cat-flap. Matt looked around as Munkustrap jumped in.
"Hey, Stripes, long time no see," Matt greeted cheerfully. Munkustrap leapt up onto his lap, purring loudly. Matt laughed, rubbing Munkustrap's ears. Munkustrap smiled, pushing his head further into Matt's hand. They stayed for a few hours before Munkustrap walked away with Macavity. They arrived at Macavity's new lair and walked inside. Hench-cats were already inside, milling around. Munkustrap looked at Macavity.
"I organised this a week ago," Macavity told him. Munkustrap gave a nod, sighing.
"Macavity,"
"Munk!" Munkustrap stumbled back as a pair of arms wrapped around his chest as someone collided with him.
"Tumbles?" Munkustrap gasped, hugging the young Tom back. Griddlebone was talking to Macavity.
"Why are you here?" Munkustrap asked.
"Because I left with Griddlebone when the Siamese attacked the yard," Tumble saw the look on Munkustrap's face. "No one treated me the same, Munk…even Mum, Jenny, didn't treat me the same," Munkustrap nodded, wrapping his arm around the Tom's shoulder as Macavity and Griddlebone continued to talk. Macavity turned as Griddlebone reached and took Tumble's paw, dragging him away. Macavity blinked as he stared at Munkustrap before beckoning him forward. Munkustrap sighed and followed.
The weeks went by, and the Siamese struggled to find Growltiger and Griddlebone. Mungojerrie was either always with Teazer or Bomba…one of his niece or nephews were always with him, no matter who he was with. He had gotten a lot closer to Bomba, if one looked out into the yard, they'd find Bomba and Jerrie together on TSE1, purring and nuzzling one another. Demeter was glad, Bomba had finally found someone she truly loved. The yard was still worried about Munkustrap, Cori and Tumbles…Tugger would usually be seen talking to Misto, looking worried, or he was out in the streets with Misto and the Siamese, trying to find any trace of Munkustrap. Hope was fading…but they had gone so many months without finding Munkustrap, but he had always turned up in the end, now they just hoped they could do it sooner rather than later.
Macavity and Munkustrap walked down the streets in the night air, Macavity close by Munkustrap's side. They both stopped, listening as they heard a screech of tyres and a thump. Munkustrap quickly darted off when he heard a high pitched wail. Macavity quickly followed. They found the road where the accident had happened and saw a young kitten walking around the street, looking around hopelessly.
"Mamma?" The kitten wailed. Munkustrap ran up the kitten.
"Hey, hey, little one," Munkustrap said gently. The dark gray and white patched kitten looked at him.
"Where's my Mamma?" The kitten wailed. Munkustrap looked at Macavity, who was following the blood trailed. From the looks of it, the mother had been hit by the car…and had gotten stuck in the grills of the car apparently, because the body wasn't there.
"I don't know, little one," Munkustrap told him softly, scooping the kitten into his arms.
"What's your name?" Munkustrap asked him.
"Donnie," The kitten murmured. Munkustrap tilted his head, he could barely hear the slight Italian accent behind the words but it was there. He was an English kitten, he was probably born in London and was raised here…but his parents might have been Italian. Munkustrap walked over to Macavity with Donnie nestled in his arms. Macavity stared at the kitten.
"What are you doing with it?" Macavity asked slowly, looking up at Munkustrap.
"Well, I'm not just leaving him here," Munkustrap told him, tightening his hold on Donnie. Macavity gave an irritated sigh.
"Bring the brat then," Macavity muttered, walking off. Donnie looked up at Munkustrap as Munkustrap followed Macavity.
"Babba?" Munkustrap glanced down at the kitten.
"No, I'm not your Babba," Munkustrap told him. "My name is Munkustrap,"
"Babba," Donnie said firmly.
"Alright then," Munkustrap sighed. They arrived back at Macavity's lair and Munkustrap took the kitten into their room, setting him down on the mattress and looking him over for any injuries. Thankfully, he found none.
"Hey, Munk, who's this?" Tumble asked as he walked in, sitting on the mattress next to Munkustrap.
"Donnie…we found him on the streets," Munkustrap answered. "His mum was hit by a car," He murmured in Tumble's ear. Tumble sighed sadly, shaking his head. Tumble smiled and sunk down onto his stomach so he could look at Donnie properly. Donnie turned and looked at him.
"Hi, Donnie…my name is Tumblebrutus," Tumble told him lightly. "You can call me Tumble, though," Donnie looked at Munkustrap, who nodded. Donnie stared at Tumblebrutus for a few moments longer before hugging Munkustrap's arm.
"Babba," Donnie murmured. Tumble looked at Munkustrap questioningly.
"I have no idea," Munkustrap answered. Donnie finally warmed up to Tumble, climbing all over his back. Tumble grabbed Donnie, putting his back on the ground before tickling him furiously, like Munkustrap used to do with them when they were kittens. Macavity watched from the doorway as Munkustrap and Tumble played with Donnie, who scrambled around, trying to get away from them, laughing. Macavity gave a small smile as Donnie leapt onto Munkustrap's back. Munkustrap laughed, smiling. Macavity knew Munkustrap would always be a good father, he knew how much Munkustrap loved those kittens, how he loved any kittens…but Macavity was jealous, he didn't want Munkustrap to focus all of his attention of that damn kitten…well, time would tell what would happen to that kitten.
Cori raised his head tiredly as he heard Growltiger stumble back in. He forced open his bruised eyes and watched as Growltiger walked towards him. Growltiger yanked him up, wrapping his arms around Cori's thin waist.
"Ya are a pretty dancer, Cori," Growltiger slurred. Cori turned his head away, rolling his eyes. Fantastic. Growltiger shoved him back, Cori stumbled back, the chain catching around his ankle, making him fall over.
"Dance, Coricopat," Growltiger barked. Cori slowly climbed to his feet. Either he danced, or there was a beating in store for him. Cori slowly turned around as he started dancing. Growltiger was purring loudly. Cori used some of the moves from the Jellicle Ball, he didn't use the dance he used back in Terra's club…definitely not. Cori gave a groan as Growltiger caught hold of the belt he still had to wear and yanked him back onto his lap. Cori squirmed furiously, trying to get away. Growltiger gave a throaty purr before shoving Cori off his lap, forcing him onto all fours on the ground. Cori lowered his head, tears falling from his eyes from pain…not from emotions. It didn't feel like he had them anymore. As Growltiger thrust into him, he didn't feel any emotions, no disgust, no anger, no sadness, no despair…he just felt empty…he just felt pain.
He wanted to get out.
He wanted to be free.
Images of Pan, Mella and Gaia flashed through his mind, reminding him why he had to carry on. An image of Teazer replaced them. She was smiling, the kittens on her lap, her paw playing with the gold heart on her collar. That was image Cori loved the most, of his precious Teazer…of his heart.
'Somebody help me' Cori couldn't help but think pathetically.
'We are coming, Cori…hang on, we're coming for you,' Cori's eyes widened.
'Tants?'
'Always,'
'Help me,' Cori pleaded with her
'We're doing our best to find you, Munk and Tumble, Cori…we're doing our best, and the Siamese are helping us…soon, Cori, just hang on…please, just hang on,' Tantomile's voice was beginning to fade, their bond was becoming weak probably due to distance.
'I will, tell Teazer I love her,' Tantomile's presence faded away just as Growltiger finished. He shoved Cori onto the floor. Cori rolled his head around to look at him. Growltiger just stared at him before he lay beside Cori, grabbing him and forcing him against his chest.
Soon.
Soon.
Soon.
That kept flying through Cori's head. He had to hold on, he couldn't break anymore…he couldn't just end it. Teazer and the kittens needed him, Tantomile and his niece and nephew needed him. Cori couldn't give up. Cori could feel the blood itching at his thighs, it was still wet, it was beginning to soak into his fur. His leg was beginning to itch, but Growltiger had Cori's wrists clamped in his paws, making sure he didn't try anything stupid. As though he would, with Growltiger dead…he had no way of getting free. Growltiger gave a throaty purr in his sleep, nudging at Cori's head with his own in his dreams. Cori arched his head away. This was pathetic. Cori looked down at himself. His ribs were sticking through his skin, which wasn't good…he was already skinny enough before the whole thing with Terra and Growltiger. His fur was dirty and messed up, scratches marked parts of his body, and bruises marked the majority of Cori's body. Growltiger would get drunk; either take advantage of Cori, or would beat the living daylights out of him. He did occasionally remember to feed Cori, but most of the time he didn't. Cori drifted off into an exhausted sleep.
He was woken up the next morning by Growltiger kicking his side. Cori coughed, wheezing as he curled up, pressing his paw against his abused side.
"Up, ya pathetic thing!" Growltiger yelled at him. Cori sat up and found Growltiger was undoing the chain around his ankle. Growltiger yanked Cori up, gripping onto Cori's upper arm tightly as he dragged him out of the bar and through the streets. Cori lowered his head, not making eye contact with any cat he and Growltiger walked through the streets. The cats gawked at him, but Cori refused to look at any of them. He wanted to ask for help, but Growltiger would beat him…probably kill him in his anger.
"Where are we going?" Cori asked a little while later, his abused body sore and tired as he was pulled down streets. Growltiger tightened his grip on Cori's arm, his paw placed on a large bruise on Cori's arm, when Growltiger tightened his grip, he caused Cori to yelp in pain as he put pressure onto the large bruise.
"Shut up!" Growltiger hissed. Cori bit his lip, trying to stop from crying out. They arrived at a large building and Growltiger hammered on the door. The door opened and Cori's eyes widened.
"You have got to be kidding me," Griddlebone said as she took in the sight of Growltiger and the abused Coricopat.
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Sorry, I have no idea what Babba exactly means…but people call their parents so many different names. Poor Coricopat, I want to hug him.
I have another story in the works, which means more Cori and Munk angst…but that'll be posted after this one ends, but um, that one is sort of set where there are no humans…I guess, :)
I have exams in two days…so it might slow down just a little…maybe, but then again, I might keep writing. I don't want to 'overstudy', haha.
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