Chapter II (I still didn't think of a title)
By: Me
~Ok um...this is chapter two! Have fun! We left off with Cass knocking Misto out. She brought him to Mac's...in case yall got confused.~
Misto slowly started to wake up, but he didn't open his eyes. He wondered why he had a throbbing headache. He was lying on his stomach on a very hard, damp, cold floor. It wasn't very comfortable. He opened his eyes and blinked a couple of times and slightly lifted his head so he could look around. He wasn't in Kansas anymore. He started to panic. He got up quickly and winced. The pain in his head was terrible. He rubbed the back of his head, and then, afraid of what he was about to see, he looked at his paw. It was covered with sticky blood. He should have known. He sat up and looked around, too scared to move.
Then he saw a sleek, brown figure slinking toward him. It was Cassandra!
Misto waited until she came closer then he spoke to her.
"Cass! Cass!" he said. He started to run toward her when he tripped and fell. That's when he noticed that he was on some sort of leash type thinga-ma-bogger. Whatever it was, the harder he pulled on it, the tighter it got.
Cassandra looked down at Misto and grinned evilly. At last, he was actually going to be dead in a matter of days.
Misto, in a heap at Cassandra's feet, looked up at her. He was wheezing slightly.
"Cassandra, you have to help me," he said pleadingly. Cassandra had no sympathy whatsoever for the big, brown-eyes staring up at her, like a lost little puppy. She turned her nose up at him.
"Cass! Please!" he said, blinking back tears. Then he saw another figure coming toward him and Cassandra. He gasped. It was Macavity.
"Well, well, well," said Macavity, standing next to Cassandra. "What have we here?"
Misto looked up at him, trying not to break eye contact.
Macavity looked at Cassandra and put his arm around her. "Good work, my dear," said Macavity. "I can take it from here." Cassandra slinked off.
Misto backed up a little so the leash around his neck wasn't so tight. Though his windpipe was probally already broken. He could still breathe, and that was a good thing. He sat up and kept looking at Macavity.
"Well, Mr. Mistoffelees," said Macavity, "what a pleasant surprise. It's so kind of you to visit me in my loneliness."
"What do you want with me?" asked Misto, trying to be brave.
Macavity sighed. "So many questions," he said, "but I suppose it is rather fair if you knew why you are here and what is going to happen to you and your little tribe of, er, what do you call yourselves again? PATHETICals?" he grinned evilly.
"What are you going to do to them?" he asked, more scared now then he ever was. "You won't hurt them, will you?" he didn't want his friends to get hurt.
"No," said Macavity, "I was going to invite them over for tea," he said sarcastically. "Of course I'm going to hurt them you knot head! What else would I do? Gee your dumber then I thought."
"But what do you want with them?" Misto asked, raising him voice a little.
"Hm, funny you asked. I really don't know yet what I want with them. But I'll find something. I mean to, to say the least. But first I want to get rid of you. You and your stupid little sister."
Misto was taken aback. "My sister? Since when do I have a sister?" Was Macavity pulling his leg?
"Why, you've had one all your life!" he said.
"Who's my sister?" asked Misto.
Macavity looked down at him and grinned. "You really are clueless. Perhaps I'll start from the beginning.
See, my father was married to my mother. My father was black, and my mother was ginger. They had me. And mother and father loved me. Their whole world revolved around me. But then, my nitwit mother had to go and get hit by a car, and I saw the whole thing. Father was distraught. We survived, but then father found love. He found a nice, young, white little lady who was very nice to me. She treated me like I was her son. I hoped that Father and her got married."
Misto started to wonder what all this had to do with him, or the Jellicles.
"They eventually got married. They looked like humans getting married, as a matter of fact. She looked like she was wearing a wedding gown because she was white. And my father looked like he was wearing a tux, sort of, but he was all black. Not one drop of white fur on him.
Well all was good until they had a kitten. At first I was excited to get a sibling, then I realized they were paying more attention to him then me. And you know what they named the wretched little devil?"
"What?" asked Misto.
"Mistoffelees."
By: Me
~Ok um...this is chapter two! Have fun! We left off with Cass knocking Misto out. She brought him to Mac's...in case yall got confused.~
Misto slowly started to wake up, but he didn't open his eyes. He wondered why he had a throbbing headache. He was lying on his stomach on a very hard, damp, cold floor. It wasn't very comfortable. He opened his eyes and blinked a couple of times and slightly lifted his head so he could look around. He wasn't in Kansas anymore. He started to panic. He got up quickly and winced. The pain in his head was terrible. He rubbed the back of his head, and then, afraid of what he was about to see, he looked at his paw. It was covered with sticky blood. He should have known. He sat up and looked around, too scared to move.
Then he saw a sleek, brown figure slinking toward him. It was Cassandra!
Misto waited until she came closer then he spoke to her.
"Cass! Cass!" he said. He started to run toward her when he tripped and fell. That's when he noticed that he was on some sort of leash type thinga-ma-bogger. Whatever it was, the harder he pulled on it, the tighter it got.
Cassandra looked down at Misto and grinned evilly. At last, he was actually going to be dead in a matter of days.
Misto, in a heap at Cassandra's feet, looked up at her. He was wheezing slightly.
"Cassandra, you have to help me," he said pleadingly. Cassandra had no sympathy whatsoever for the big, brown-eyes staring up at her, like a lost little puppy. She turned her nose up at him.
"Cass! Please!" he said, blinking back tears. Then he saw another figure coming toward him and Cassandra. He gasped. It was Macavity.
"Well, well, well," said Macavity, standing next to Cassandra. "What have we here?"
Misto looked up at him, trying not to break eye contact.
Macavity looked at Cassandra and put his arm around her. "Good work, my dear," said Macavity. "I can take it from here." Cassandra slinked off.
Misto backed up a little so the leash around his neck wasn't so tight. Though his windpipe was probally already broken. He could still breathe, and that was a good thing. He sat up and kept looking at Macavity.
"Well, Mr. Mistoffelees," said Macavity, "what a pleasant surprise. It's so kind of you to visit me in my loneliness."
"What do you want with me?" asked Misto, trying to be brave.
Macavity sighed. "So many questions," he said, "but I suppose it is rather fair if you knew why you are here and what is going to happen to you and your little tribe of, er, what do you call yourselves again? PATHETICals?" he grinned evilly.
"What are you going to do to them?" he asked, more scared now then he ever was. "You won't hurt them, will you?" he didn't want his friends to get hurt.
"No," said Macavity, "I was going to invite them over for tea," he said sarcastically. "Of course I'm going to hurt them you knot head! What else would I do? Gee your dumber then I thought."
"But what do you want with them?" Misto asked, raising him voice a little.
"Hm, funny you asked. I really don't know yet what I want with them. But I'll find something. I mean to, to say the least. But first I want to get rid of you. You and your stupid little sister."
Misto was taken aback. "My sister? Since when do I have a sister?" Was Macavity pulling his leg?
"Why, you've had one all your life!" he said.
"Who's my sister?" asked Misto.
Macavity looked down at him and grinned. "You really are clueless. Perhaps I'll start from the beginning.
See, my father was married to my mother. My father was black, and my mother was ginger. They had me. And mother and father loved me. Their whole world revolved around me. But then, my nitwit mother had to go and get hit by a car, and I saw the whole thing. Father was distraught. We survived, but then father found love. He found a nice, young, white little lady who was very nice to me. She treated me like I was her son. I hoped that Father and her got married."
Misto started to wonder what all this had to do with him, or the Jellicles.
"They eventually got married. They looked like humans getting married, as a matter of fact. She looked like she was wearing a wedding gown because she was white. And my father looked like he was wearing a tux, sort of, but he was all black. Not one drop of white fur on him.
Well all was good until they had a kitten. At first I was excited to get a sibling, then I realized they were paying more attention to him then me. And you know what they named the wretched little devil?"
"What?" asked Misto.
"Mistoffelees."