Chapter 3
By: Me
~Macavity just told Misto his life story...and Misto was involved! Ahhhhhhh!!!~
Misto stared at Macavity in amazement. Mac grinned.
"Yes," he said. "Mistoffelees. Congratulations Misto! You're a member of my family!"
Misto swallowed and stared in disbelief. What would everyone say when they found out that he was related to the Napoleon of Crime? "So," he said, "who's my sister?"
"I'm getting to it! Patience is a virtue, you know. So they had you. And it was fun at first, but you kept getting me into trouble. It was always 'Mistoffelees'. 'Misto! Misto! Misto!'" he said. "They were always showing you off, because you were just 'sooooooo cute!' and do you know where that left me? In the shadows. Forgotten. Then, if things couldn't get worse, they decided to go and have ANOTHER kitten! A cute fuzzy little kitten. She was soft, and pretty, and sweet. And you know who she is?"
Misto shook his head blankly.
"Oh, I'm sure you know her. She's an excellent dancer and show-off like you. They named the little girl Victoria."
"WHAT?" said Misto. "VICTORIA? She can't be my sister. We don't even look alike!"
"Remember, Dad was black, Mom was white. She got her looks from you mother, and you got a mixture of your mother AND our father."
"But-,"
"Will you shut up and let me finish? You're as peskier then I remember!"
Misto shut up.
"Okay! So! Now I had the pair of you to deal with. 'Till one day, I got so fed up with you, Victoria, your Mother, and Father, I let loose. After you and Victoria were asleep, I snuck out of bed and found you parents talking in the alley. I was older, stronger, and smarter at the time. I was about your age. And I was sick of being ignored. So I crept up behind your mother, whom I loathed the most, and with just one strike from me, she was dead."
"WHAT?"
"THEN, father turned around. He didn't have a chance to even speak. I swung at him, and he was -,"
Misto was on the verge of tears. He threw himself on his stomach pleadingly again and yelled, "HOW COULD YOU? WHY? WHY!" he cried at Macavity's feet. "DIDN'T YOU HAVE ANY MERCY ON THEM? DIDN'T YOU EVEN THINK? THEY DID NOTHING TO HARM YOU! YOU WE'RE PROBALLY JUST-,"
"SHUT UP!" Macavity screamed, kicking Misto off his feet. "NO! I had no mercy at all! And if you think that I'm going to feel bad for you, forget it! I've waited years for this! You've always been better then me, Misto. Always! Well now look, hm? Who's better now? Who's getting the last laugh now? Huh? Now I shall get my revenge on you and you sister! AND on your stupid little click of pussycats. Just think Misto, because of YOU, your sister and your friends, who are completely innocent, will die as well! Isn't that just," he bent down on the ground and stared at Misto in the face. "Peachy?"
"No! Please! Don't hurt them, please don't! I beg of you! PLEASE! Do what you want with ME, but PLEASE DON'T hurt them!"
"I know life's not fair. Nothing's fair. But you know what? Tough!"
"But they didn't do anything! They're-,"
"Look, you little weasel!" said Macavity, picking Misto up by the scruff of the neck, I'm going to kill all the little Jellicles." He said. "One. By. One. Whether you like it, or not." He took off Misto's choker collar and dragged him to a small dungeon-type room. He threw Misto in, and slammed the gate. "This is where you'll be spending the remainder of your meaningless life," said Macavity. He walked away, and the scared, helpless, hurting Misto held onto the bars and looked through them, with nothing to do...but wait.
~Sniff!!!!!!!!!!!! I know it's sad, it's going to be, but it has a happy ending, like all my other stories. That's one thing I guarantee: A happy ending. I don't promise satisfaction, that's up to you. But I solemnly swear that there WILL BE a happy ending in this story. No one dies. Or do they? (Heehee) Chapter 4 coming up! Remember, only YOU can continue this story. Please R*R. ^_ _^~
By: Me
~Macavity just told Misto his life story...and Misto was involved! Ahhhhhhh!!!~
Misto stared at Macavity in amazement. Mac grinned.
"Yes," he said. "Mistoffelees. Congratulations Misto! You're a member of my family!"
Misto swallowed and stared in disbelief. What would everyone say when they found out that he was related to the Napoleon of Crime? "So," he said, "who's my sister?"
"I'm getting to it! Patience is a virtue, you know. So they had you. And it was fun at first, but you kept getting me into trouble. It was always 'Mistoffelees'. 'Misto! Misto! Misto!'" he said. "They were always showing you off, because you were just 'sooooooo cute!' and do you know where that left me? In the shadows. Forgotten. Then, if things couldn't get worse, they decided to go and have ANOTHER kitten! A cute fuzzy little kitten. She was soft, and pretty, and sweet. And you know who she is?"
Misto shook his head blankly.
"Oh, I'm sure you know her. She's an excellent dancer and show-off like you. They named the little girl Victoria."
"WHAT?" said Misto. "VICTORIA? She can't be my sister. We don't even look alike!"
"Remember, Dad was black, Mom was white. She got her looks from you mother, and you got a mixture of your mother AND our father."
"But-,"
"Will you shut up and let me finish? You're as peskier then I remember!"
Misto shut up.
"Okay! So! Now I had the pair of you to deal with. 'Till one day, I got so fed up with you, Victoria, your Mother, and Father, I let loose. After you and Victoria were asleep, I snuck out of bed and found you parents talking in the alley. I was older, stronger, and smarter at the time. I was about your age. And I was sick of being ignored. So I crept up behind your mother, whom I loathed the most, and with just one strike from me, she was dead."
"WHAT?"
"THEN, father turned around. He didn't have a chance to even speak. I swung at him, and he was -,"
Misto was on the verge of tears. He threw himself on his stomach pleadingly again and yelled, "HOW COULD YOU? WHY? WHY!" he cried at Macavity's feet. "DIDN'T YOU HAVE ANY MERCY ON THEM? DIDN'T YOU EVEN THINK? THEY DID NOTHING TO HARM YOU! YOU WE'RE PROBALLY JUST-,"
"SHUT UP!" Macavity screamed, kicking Misto off his feet. "NO! I had no mercy at all! And if you think that I'm going to feel bad for you, forget it! I've waited years for this! You've always been better then me, Misto. Always! Well now look, hm? Who's better now? Who's getting the last laugh now? Huh? Now I shall get my revenge on you and you sister! AND on your stupid little click of pussycats. Just think Misto, because of YOU, your sister and your friends, who are completely innocent, will die as well! Isn't that just," he bent down on the ground and stared at Misto in the face. "Peachy?"
"No! Please! Don't hurt them, please don't! I beg of you! PLEASE! Do what you want with ME, but PLEASE DON'T hurt them!"
"I know life's not fair. Nothing's fair. But you know what? Tough!"
"But they didn't do anything! They're-,"
"Look, you little weasel!" said Macavity, picking Misto up by the scruff of the neck, I'm going to kill all the little Jellicles." He said. "One. By. One. Whether you like it, or not." He took off Misto's choker collar and dragged him to a small dungeon-type room. He threw Misto in, and slammed the gate. "This is where you'll be spending the remainder of your meaningless life," said Macavity. He walked away, and the scared, helpless, hurting Misto held onto the bars and looked through them, with nothing to do...but wait.
~Sniff!!!!!!!!!!!! I know it's sad, it's going to be, but it has a happy ending, like all my other stories. That's one thing I guarantee: A happy ending. I don't promise satisfaction, that's up to you. But I solemnly swear that there WILL BE a happy ending in this story. No one dies. Or do they? (Heehee) Chapter 4 coming up! Remember, only YOU can continue this story. Please R*R. ^_ _^~