"In the Clutches of Macavity" (Ha! I thought of a cheesy name!)
Chapter 5
By: Me
A/N: ~ok, here's part 5. Poor Misto. O well, let's see where this chapter leads. I'm basically just making this whole thing up as I go from now on, so I have no idea what you're about to read. O well good luck~
Misto didn't feel like getting up from the cold floor. He was afraid that if he moved more blood would pour out of him, that is, if he had any blood left. So he just lay there, mind racing. Was he dead? Ok, was he semi-dead? He certainly had all his sense, so he couldn't be dead. Dang. He wished he were dead. How come Macavity kept doing this to him? Why didn't he just kill him now and get it over with?
Sillabub's heart broke as she watched Misto through the bars of the window. Sucking her stomach in, she squeezed through the bars. Luckily she got through alive, and jumped down and landed softly on the floor. Misto didn't notice. Sillabub didn't know what to do. She crept up behind him and softy put her paw on his shoulder. "Misto?" she whispered.
Misto jumped and sat up, not looking behind him. He looked quickly to his right and left, and then he turned around.
"Silli?" he asked. Sillabub loved it when he called her that. Well, she hated it when other cats called her "Silli", but it just sounded cute coming from Misto, because he always teased her with it, and eventually it evolved into a second name for her to Misto.
"Misto?" she said, taking his face in her hands. "Misto, what happened?" Sillabub was about to explode with tears. She couldn't belive her eyes. Misto's usually white face was dirty and scratched; his neat hair was tousled, his combed whiskers tangled, his shimmering black coat was stained with dirt and blood. His voice, that was always soft and smooth, was low and scratchy. But his eyes were what hurt her the most. Usually they were alive with the famous, glittering, magical, shy Misto stare, but now they had no life to them at all. They were sad and tired looking, under the long eyelashes that had always made his big brown eyes even bigger and browner.
Misto sighed. "You don't wanna know," he mumbled.
"Why? What happened? How did you get here?" she said.
Misto blinked. "Well-," he started to say something, but didn't. He shook his head. "Never mind."
"But-,"
Misto burst into tears. He threw himself onto Sillabub and held onto her shoulders for dear life. "Sill, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"Sorry? Sorry for what?" she said, putting her arms around him lightly. *This kid's been hit over the head too many times,* she thought.
"It's Macavity! He's gonna, he's gonna-," he sobbed.
"Gonna what?"
"He's gonna kill everyone! And it's all because of me!" he exclaimed.
"What? Why? Misto, what's going on?" she said, confused.
"It's all my fault!"
"What? What's all your fault?" she said.
"I DON'T KNOW! All I know is that because of me, he's coming after the Jellicles! All of them! AFTER he kills me and my little sister!"
"Sister? Misto, you have a sister?"
"Yeah," he said. "Silli, Victoria's my sister! I just found out! Mac's our stepbrother. We had the same father! And he's killing his whole family! He killed our mother, and he killed our father, and we're next!"
"But-,"
"Silli, you have to go back and warn them! Please! Go and warn Victoria! Tell her I love her, please go!"
"Misto, I can't leave you here-,"
"GO!" he exclaimed, "tell Vikki I'm sorry. Tell her that I'm sorry I failed as a big brother. Tell her I tried to protect her. Tell her and the others that there's still time for them to get away and save themselves!"
"But, what about you?" said Sillabub, starting to cry again.
"I'll stay here and die."
"WHAT? NO! NO! MISTO!" she took his paws in hers. "Misto you can't!"
"I'll willing to give my life to save them. I served no purpose there, I served no purpose living!"
"Misto, stop saying that! And I'm not leaving here unless you're with me! I don't care if I have to CARRY you out of here!"
"And what help will that be? Huh? How will you tell the others that they're about to be killed! Hm?" Misto was breathing hard now, because of his broken windpipe. He shook his head and buried his face in his paws. "Sorry," he said. "I shouldn't be yelling at you like this. I'm horrible."
Sillabub's heart broke. "Misto," she said, "It's okay. You're not horrible. Misto you want to give up YOUR life to save your sister and your tribe. Misto, that's the most wonderful, unselfish thing I've ever heard in my life. But you don't have to. We'll find a way out of this without ANYONE dying, you'll see." She lifted his chin. "Hey, listen. I never knew him but I bet your father would be so proud. And I think that you could get be our little hero. You saved us all once, and I bet if you ever come across the magical, brave, clever little Mistoffelees that everyone knows and loves, I think he could pull this off and save us."
Misto smiled. Sillabub couldn't belive it. Misto actually smiled. And even though he his hair was tousled, whiskers tangled, coat torn, face dirty, voice scratchy, and eyes sad, his smile was still the same.
Chapter 5
By: Me
A/N: ~ok, here's part 5. Poor Misto. O well, let's see where this chapter leads. I'm basically just making this whole thing up as I go from now on, so I have no idea what you're about to read. O well good luck~
Misto didn't feel like getting up from the cold floor. He was afraid that if he moved more blood would pour out of him, that is, if he had any blood left. So he just lay there, mind racing. Was he dead? Ok, was he semi-dead? He certainly had all his sense, so he couldn't be dead. Dang. He wished he were dead. How come Macavity kept doing this to him? Why didn't he just kill him now and get it over with?
Sillabub's heart broke as she watched Misto through the bars of the window. Sucking her stomach in, she squeezed through the bars. Luckily she got through alive, and jumped down and landed softly on the floor. Misto didn't notice. Sillabub didn't know what to do. She crept up behind him and softy put her paw on his shoulder. "Misto?" she whispered.
Misto jumped and sat up, not looking behind him. He looked quickly to his right and left, and then he turned around.
"Silli?" he asked. Sillabub loved it when he called her that. Well, she hated it when other cats called her "Silli", but it just sounded cute coming from Misto, because he always teased her with it, and eventually it evolved into a second name for her to Misto.
"Misto?" she said, taking his face in her hands. "Misto, what happened?" Sillabub was about to explode with tears. She couldn't belive her eyes. Misto's usually white face was dirty and scratched; his neat hair was tousled, his combed whiskers tangled, his shimmering black coat was stained with dirt and blood. His voice, that was always soft and smooth, was low and scratchy. But his eyes were what hurt her the most. Usually they were alive with the famous, glittering, magical, shy Misto stare, but now they had no life to them at all. They were sad and tired looking, under the long eyelashes that had always made his big brown eyes even bigger and browner.
Misto sighed. "You don't wanna know," he mumbled.
"Why? What happened? How did you get here?" she said.
Misto blinked. "Well-," he started to say something, but didn't. He shook his head. "Never mind."
"But-,"
Misto burst into tears. He threw himself onto Sillabub and held onto her shoulders for dear life. "Sill, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"Sorry? Sorry for what?" she said, putting her arms around him lightly. *This kid's been hit over the head too many times,* she thought.
"It's Macavity! He's gonna, he's gonna-," he sobbed.
"Gonna what?"
"He's gonna kill everyone! And it's all because of me!" he exclaimed.
"What? Why? Misto, what's going on?" she said, confused.
"It's all my fault!"
"What? What's all your fault?" she said.
"I DON'T KNOW! All I know is that because of me, he's coming after the Jellicles! All of them! AFTER he kills me and my little sister!"
"Sister? Misto, you have a sister?"
"Yeah," he said. "Silli, Victoria's my sister! I just found out! Mac's our stepbrother. We had the same father! And he's killing his whole family! He killed our mother, and he killed our father, and we're next!"
"But-,"
"Silli, you have to go back and warn them! Please! Go and warn Victoria! Tell her I love her, please go!"
"Misto, I can't leave you here-,"
"GO!" he exclaimed, "tell Vikki I'm sorry. Tell her that I'm sorry I failed as a big brother. Tell her I tried to protect her. Tell her and the others that there's still time for them to get away and save themselves!"
"But, what about you?" said Sillabub, starting to cry again.
"I'll stay here and die."
"WHAT? NO! NO! MISTO!" she took his paws in hers. "Misto you can't!"
"I'll willing to give my life to save them. I served no purpose there, I served no purpose living!"
"Misto, stop saying that! And I'm not leaving here unless you're with me! I don't care if I have to CARRY you out of here!"
"And what help will that be? Huh? How will you tell the others that they're about to be killed! Hm?" Misto was breathing hard now, because of his broken windpipe. He shook his head and buried his face in his paws. "Sorry," he said. "I shouldn't be yelling at you like this. I'm horrible."
Sillabub's heart broke. "Misto," she said, "It's okay. You're not horrible. Misto you want to give up YOUR life to save your sister and your tribe. Misto, that's the most wonderful, unselfish thing I've ever heard in my life. But you don't have to. We'll find a way out of this without ANYONE dying, you'll see." She lifted his chin. "Hey, listen. I never knew him but I bet your father would be so proud. And I think that you could get be our little hero. You saved us all once, and I bet if you ever come across the magical, brave, clever little Mistoffelees that everyone knows and loves, I think he could pull this off and save us."
Misto smiled. Sillabub couldn't belive it. Misto actually smiled. And even though he his hair was tousled, whiskers tangled, coat torn, face dirty, voice scratchy, and eyes sad, his smile was still the same.