Hey Guys! I've been meaning to write something for a long time, but I've been having computer troubles. SORRY! (If I have any readers left at all...)
This chapter is fluff. Absolutely nothing happens, except an exquisite description of our favorite villain, Macavity. But, this did seem like the perfect nailbiting place to leave it off.
More to follow soon!
Chapter 25 - An Aura of Menace
I lay alone in the stone cold room, tied up, and quaking with fear. I could see all around me the remains of the room's former occupants. Frantic claw marks on the walls and door, and spots of dried blood dotting most every surface of the dismal room. The languid air smelled of decay. I wished that I hadn't been so stupid, running off into Macavity's territory. My problems with Misto, Plato, Munkustrap, Cassandra and Victoria seemed so futile now. None of that would matter in the long run. What did matter, and what I needed to focus on was escaping alive before Macavity did something dreadful to me. I tried to think of a plan, but my mind was spinning in a thousand different directions all at once. Before I could come up with anything solid, the door flew open, and in strode Macavity.
His aura was fiercely imposing. It was an aura of sheer power. I was terrified to my wits end just being in the same room as him. His dark, glassy eyes were hidden beneath his wild mane, peering into my mind with a penetrating, calculating accuracy that made me cower. His hair was not a single colour, but many at once. Various hues of reds, oranges and browns comprised the long mane that covered his sleek, muscular body. In the dim, shifting light, Macavity seemed to change colours with every movement. Macavity did look like both of his brothers. I could see in him, the wild hair and tall stature of Tugger, the sleek, toned muscles and broadness about the shoulders of Munkustrap. I could see one of his eyes peering out from his long hair, and it was the familiar shade of hazel that I had grown so accustomed to these last few months. It was the same colour of Munkustrap's eyes. Yet, this eye held none of the warmth that Munkustrap's did. They were cold and precise. Ruthless. This was not a tom to be toyed with. Macavity stared at me in silence. Finally he uttered three words.
"I want answers."
Ooh! I'm scared. Hold me, Mistoffelees! *grins*
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