Song: Going Under - Evanescence.
Hooray! Not a totally, completely hopeless song (for me, not the characters :3).
Hmmm. Hmmmmmm. Let's shy away from the damn Dem/Munk/Maccy angle.
Instead... Rumpleteazer's P.O.V.
In this (just like for Sk8er Boi), Teazer and Jerrie are not siblings, if that gives some people the creeps. To me, they're cats, it's not like they care, but I'll respect those of you who do care.
[Sorry... kind of got distracted when Scarlet told me she got her hair dyed blue and sent me a picture... Turns out it was only a wig. Phew.]
No accents for this either. Use your imaginations. :P
Now I will tell you what I've done for you:
Fifty thousand tears I've cried,
Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you,
And you still won't hear me.
Mungojerrie. He still thinks of me as his best friend, his partner in crime. Not the case anymore for me.
Why does he think I even bother with working with Macavity anymore? After he beats me until I'm crying and bleeding. I do it all for Mungojerrie. Sometimes I get beaten for Jerrie. But he never listens, never catches on.
Now, for instance. I'm laying on the ground, head to the cool cement, trying to sort my thoughts enough that I might be able to get out of here. But I'm not sure if I can stand on my own quite yet. So instead I lay here, trying to get rid of the tears. A sign of weakness can be a cause of elimination for Macavity. Some of the hench-cats... they're completely wiped of emotion. It can be quite amazing. I don't think some of them would react if their leg got chopped off. Which is quite sad, but the truth nonetheless.
Then Mungojerrie's there. He looks relatively concerned. Guess I've never been away from his side for this long before.
He offers a paw to me, and just that gesture gives me the energy to stand up and walk on my own, albeit limping and wincing practically every step.
Don't want your hand this time; I'll save myself.
Maybe I'll wake up for once:
Not tormented daily, defeated by you.
Just when I though I'd reach the bottom...
Somehow, I make it back to the Junkyard, then collapse in my den while Jerrie fetches Jenny to patch me up. Again.
She arrives eventually, by herself, tsking and tutting like she always does.
"Honestly," I hear her, as if someone has stuck cotton in my ears, "the trouble you two get in..."
I wince just a little when she dumps some water onto my side, to wash out the wounds. God, that can hurt. You'd think I'd be used to it by now...
With a couple more bandages and a nod, she departs, leaving me on my side, just laying there on my floor, thinking of what my life has become reduced to.
Beatings, healings, lusting, beatings, healings... Just a continuous route with no escape.
"Hey, Teaze," are the words that wake me up the next morning. My eyes flutter open. Anyone who likes mornings should be directed towards a mental instutition. Or an old folks' home.
He's right there. So close.
I find myself totally lost in those bright blue eyes, always so curious and ready for adventure...
I'm going under,
Drowning in you.
I'm falling forever.
I've got to break through,
I'm going under...
"You okay?" He asks gently, after a while of just staring at each other. Oh, God... I'm so awkward.
"I... really stiff." I admit after a moment of thought.
Jerrie smiles just a little. "Maybe that's because you slept on the floor?"
"You try moving that three extra feet when Jenny's through with you."
He laughs. "Did she even ask this time?"
"Nope. I'm not sure she cares anymore."
He looks at me a little more seriously after that comment.
After a while, he says awkwardly, "Well... I've got to go. Munkustrap set me up on guard duty for now..."
And he's gone. Just like that.
I put my head back down on the earthy floor and just lay there.
A couple days, I'm good to go. Well, physically, anyway. Mentally, probably not. I never will be.
Practically the moment we set foot into Macavity's lair, I'm whisked away by a hench-cat towards the prisoner rooms. Oh, joy. And early beating, then. What for this time, I wonder?
They shut the door behind me, I hear a lock click, and there's nothing... Absolutely nothing. Just me, and a dull, colorless room. Nothing but walls, a floor, and a roof. So, his torture methods are becoming more creative, then?
I don't know how long I'm in there for. My sense of time is greatly corrupted. As is my attention span.
I think I start to hallucinate. Whether that be a product of my own mind or Macavity, I'm not sure. I talk to myself quite a lot. I think I even sing a little.
Hunger turns into just an empty feeling. My tongue becomes dry, but I hardly notice.
I hallucinate -probably- that Jerrie is in the room, and that I tell him how I feel. He laughs. Then disappears.
The thought of him slides away like Jell-O. Instead my mind spins out its own fantasies again.
I might of slept a little, I think.
The thought occurs that none of this is real, that I'm still asleep off in my den recovering, and suddenly I'm very confused. What's happening?
Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies,
So I don't know what's real and what's not.
Always confusing the thoughts in my head,
So I can't trust myself anymore.
I'm aware of pain. And then an intense cold after so long of feeling nothing.
The cold is all over. My paws swoosh through it. Then it occurs to me what it is. Water.
So I open my mouth and take a drink. It feels so good after what feels like so long of nothing.
But... something is keeping me under. I can't get air.
I'm going to die.
The thought registers, but I feel detached from the situation.
I start to see black dots...
I'm... going... under.
[A/N] Last chapter is... technically, later today! Happy two thirty in the morning!
