Chapter Two
AN: WARNING: Character death.
Bombalurina lay on the cold, hard, stone floor in Macavity's Lair. She was lying in a pool of her own blood. Once a bright red, it was now changing to a darker crimson. The smell was appalling. She had no idea how long she had been in the cubicle, or why she had been dragged there in the first place. It was gelid, and damp. And there was the darkness. The darkness seemed to wrap around her, but it was in no way comforting. It gave her more of a choking sensation. Bombalurina had made the mistake of telling Macavity, who had been her lover at the time, the one thing she feared. Darkness. It terrified her. It was an unusual phobia for a feline, because felines had extraordinary night vision. But Bomba couldn't take it. No one ever seemed to notice the fiery queen would slink closer to a pack of Jellicles when twilight arrived. The Jellicles. Rum Tum Tugger. Demeter . . . Demi. Her baby sister. She must be so scared. Bombalurina whimpered and pulled closer into herself. She screamed in pain. Her movement had disturbed the long, jagged gashes that covered her hips and stomach, and gnashed the bruises on her arms and legs together. She bite her lip to try to hold back the tears threatening to over power her. She looked down at her body and snorted in disgust. Her once silky red fur was now falling out in clumps, revealing the discolored skin beneath. The fur that had not fallen of her was matted with blood and crawling with fleas and lice. And her stomach, her stomach was begging to swell. She knew she was pregnant. She certainly didn't have to have a midwife tell her that. But Macavity was starving her. She knew that if she didn't eat something soon, she'd either loose the kits or die. Both of the ideas horrified her. She didn't know who the father was. Macavity had rapped her, then handed her over to his hentch cats, *Who loyally followed their leader.* Bomba thought bitterly. Then they threw her into this God awful pit, treating her like some worthless whore! *Maybe they're right!* Bomba thought, a tear finally breaking free of it's chains and running down Bomba's face. *Maybe . . .* Bomba's thoughts were disrupted by the sound of foot steps. They stopped at the entrance to her cell. It was quiet for about five minuets, then the door was suddenly thrown opened. Bomba threw her hands up to shield them from the brightness. When her eyes had adjusted she squinted up to see who had come. She gasped. It was . . . HER! Another Bombalurina stood there, hands on her hips, grinning. Then the other Bomba's fur began to disappear, leaving long, glossy cream colored locks in it's place.
"Griddlebone!" Bomba hissed. She raised herself up to a sitting position and spat at her. A mixture of saliva and blood, as well as a tooth, splattered over the soft fur. The cream Persian growled and kicked Bomba in the stomach. Bomba screamed and crumpled to the floor.
"You bitch!" Griddlebone hissed. Bombalurina smirked through the pain. Griddlebone's face soon melted from twisted rage, to kittenish glee.
"I have a story for you. Would you like to hear it? Of course you would!" Griddle answered, before Bomba could say anything. "Well, I'm not actually going to TELL you anything. I'd be wasting precious breath. So here." Griddle said throwing something in Bomba's direction. It was a crystal. One of Macavity's. He used them to find cats, or learn past information. Bomba stared in trepidation as the scene played out before her. The fear quickly faded into rage as she saw her baby sister's face as Griddlebone, disguise as Bomba herself, ran her out of the yard and stole her mate. With the little strength she had left she raised the crystal and threw it toward the cream queen as hard as she could. Her aim was true. Her fury great. The crystal slammed into Griddle's skull with a satisfying crunch. The queen dropped like a rock. Bomba heard a low growl, and turned. Then . . . darkness.
Macavity stared at the bodies of the two lifeless queens. *Ah well.* He thought. *I can always find another queen to pose as Bombalurina. And now at lest I can assure the rat king that he shall have food for thing coming winter.* And with that, he turned on his heals, the door slamming behind him. It was time to put his original plans in motion.
AN: WARNING: Character death.
Bombalurina lay on the cold, hard, stone floor in Macavity's Lair. She was lying in a pool of her own blood. Once a bright red, it was now changing to a darker crimson. The smell was appalling. She had no idea how long she had been in the cubicle, or why she had been dragged there in the first place. It was gelid, and damp. And there was the darkness. The darkness seemed to wrap around her, but it was in no way comforting. It gave her more of a choking sensation. Bombalurina had made the mistake of telling Macavity, who had been her lover at the time, the one thing she feared. Darkness. It terrified her. It was an unusual phobia for a feline, because felines had extraordinary night vision. But Bomba couldn't take it. No one ever seemed to notice the fiery queen would slink closer to a pack of Jellicles when twilight arrived. The Jellicles. Rum Tum Tugger. Demeter . . . Demi. Her baby sister. She must be so scared. Bombalurina whimpered and pulled closer into herself. She screamed in pain. Her movement had disturbed the long, jagged gashes that covered her hips and stomach, and gnashed the bruises on her arms and legs together. She bite her lip to try to hold back the tears threatening to over power her. She looked down at her body and snorted in disgust. Her once silky red fur was now falling out in clumps, revealing the discolored skin beneath. The fur that had not fallen of her was matted with blood and crawling with fleas and lice. And her stomach, her stomach was begging to swell. She knew she was pregnant. She certainly didn't have to have a midwife tell her that. But Macavity was starving her. She knew that if she didn't eat something soon, she'd either loose the kits or die. Both of the ideas horrified her. She didn't know who the father was. Macavity had rapped her, then handed her over to his hentch cats, *Who loyally followed their leader.* Bomba thought bitterly. Then they threw her into this God awful pit, treating her like some worthless whore! *Maybe they're right!* Bomba thought, a tear finally breaking free of it's chains and running down Bomba's face. *Maybe . . .* Bomba's thoughts were disrupted by the sound of foot steps. They stopped at the entrance to her cell. It was quiet for about five minuets, then the door was suddenly thrown opened. Bomba threw her hands up to shield them from the brightness. When her eyes had adjusted she squinted up to see who had come. She gasped. It was . . . HER! Another Bombalurina stood there, hands on her hips, grinning. Then the other Bomba's fur began to disappear, leaving long, glossy cream colored locks in it's place.
"Griddlebone!" Bomba hissed. She raised herself up to a sitting position and spat at her. A mixture of saliva and blood, as well as a tooth, splattered over the soft fur. The cream Persian growled and kicked Bomba in the stomach. Bomba screamed and crumpled to the floor.
"You bitch!" Griddlebone hissed. Bombalurina smirked through the pain. Griddlebone's face soon melted from twisted rage, to kittenish glee.
"I have a story for you. Would you like to hear it? Of course you would!" Griddle answered, before Bomba could say anything. "Well, I'm not actually going to TELL you anything. I'd be wasting precious breath. So here." Griddle said throwing something in Bomba's direction. It was a crystal. One of Macavity's. He used them to find cats, or learn past information. Bomba stared in trepidation as the scene played out before her. The fear quickly faded into rage as she saw her baby sister's face as Griddlebone, disguise as Bomba herself, ran her out of the yard and stole her mate. With the little strength she had left she raised the crystal and threw it toward the cream queen as hard as she could. Her aim was true. Her fury great. The crystal slammed into Griddle's skull with a satisfying crunch. The queen dropped like a rock. Bomba heard a low growl, and turned. Then . . . darkness.
Macavity stared at the bodies of the two lifeless queens. *Ah well.* He thought. *I can always find another queen to pose as Bombalurina. And now at lest I can assure the rat king that he shall have food for thing coming winter.* And with that, he turned on his heals, the door slamming behind him. It was time to put his original plans in motion.