Chapter 11!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "THE SHOWDOWN!"
A/N: "ALL RIGHT GUYS, THIS IS GETTING GOOD!!!! I really have no idea what you're about to read, so...good luck! Lol."
Sillabub, Victoria, and Macavity all stopped and stared at Misto, who had his back to them. He was sure acting funny. Macavity still held onto Victoria.
Misto stood up and looked at his shimmering paws and coat in amazement. Then he looked up and grinned slyly. He felt as if he had all the power in the world. He felt like the strongest cat that ever existed. He felt as if he could lift up the weight of the world if he needed to. Macavity wasn't going to get the better of him. Misto was going to save Victoria and the tribe. He was almost certain. He whirled around.
"You think you won Macavity? Ha! You're so weak right now you don't even know it! You're nothing but a coward!" he said loudly. "Wow", he thought, "I didn't know I could do that!"
"Oh yeah? How am I a coward? I'm smarter then all of you stupid kitties put together!"
They heard footsteps. It was Munkustrap and the others. Munkustrap pointed to Macavity when he saw him.
"You! There you are! This fight's not over yet!" he said.
Macavity yawned.
"You ran?" asked Misto, "you RAN from them? What kind of Tom RUNS from a fight when he realizes he's losing?"
"I did not run!" said Macavity.
"You did too!" said Munkustrap.
"Well, I'm not running from this one!" said Macavity. And with that, he dropped Victoria and tackled Misto, biting and clawing.
"Get 'em Misto!" cheered the tribe, "Get 'em! Knock 'em dead!"
Misto, using his newfound strength, flung Macavity off him, and threw him to the ground. He pointed his finger at him.
"I didn't want to use this," said Misto, "but it looks like I'm going to have to."
Bright, blue, strong lightening shot out of little Misto's paw. This wasn't like the lightening at the Jellicle Ball. This was real lightening; serious stuff. Macavity screamed in pain, surprise, and terror. Misto stopped.
"You going to behave now?" he asked. "'Cause there's plenty more where that came from!"
"I'm not finished with you!" screamed Macavity. He punched Misto in the stomach, then the back, then the head. Misto fell over again. Misto wasn't going to give up. Never. He stood up again.
Macavity was shocked. "What are you?" he asked, "some immortal creature from the Underworld?"
"No," said Misto, "I'm a magician." He shot more lightening at Macavity. And more, and more and more, until Macavity was hanging off the bridge edge. Misto stood above him, ready to strike.
"NO! PLEASE!" pleaded Macavity, "DON'T DO IT PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE!"
"Don't fall for it Misto!" advised Skimbleshanks, "Let 'em have it!"
"Yeah, show him what you're made of!" cheered Demeter.
But Misto's tenderness got the better of him. He lowered his paw and looked at Macavity. He didn't want to use his magic to kill Macavity. Misto wasn't a killer. He didn't want to kill anybody. He didn't want to be thought of as a killer. Macavity might have been an enemy, but he was still a brother to him, and to the Jellicles.
"What are you standing there for?" asked Plato.
"Yeah!" said Rumpleteazer.
Misto looked at them. "I don't want to kill him," he said.
The Jellicles looked at him as if he were insane. "But," said Munkustrap, "he almost killed YOU!"
"I know that," he said, "but I'm not like him." He reached out his paw and helped Macavity up onto the bridge. Not as gently or nicely, but he got up there. He threw Macavity on the ground.
"Get out," said Misto, "I want you to leave here. Leave the city! Get away, and never, EVER come back!"
"Wow Misto," said Mungojerrie in amazement, as was everyone else.
Macavity looked at Misto. "C-certainly," he said, getting up and walking slowly in Victoria's direction. "Of course." Then, quicker then a pouncing cat, he hit Victoria in the temple. Hard. He laughed hysterically.
"You think you're so smooth huh?" asked Macavity, between laughs.
Misto felt horrible. He felt ashamed. He felt guilty. There was only one thing to do at this point. No more Mr. Nice-guy. This was it.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed, running toward Macavity and tackling him down. "YOU LIAR! YOU THIEF!" Misto and Macavity fought, and fought, and fought, and fought, and fought and fought. Nobody could stop either of them if they dreamed to. The fight was fierce. But Misto, due to his feeling of guilt, wound up under Macavity this time. Misto was on his back and Macavity had him pinned down, holding Misto's head over the edge of the bridge, and his razor-sharp claws over Misto's throat.
"Well, isn't this a fine 'howdy-do'?" asked Macavity. "Now you know how it feels!"
There was absolutely nothing Misto could do. His only hope was his friends. Yeah, like they were going to help him, after he practically GAVE Victoria to Macavity. Misto was only trying to be fair. But this was the way life was. And it stunk.
Then but then, Misto felt Macavity fly off him. Misto heaved himself up and saw...Sillabub? Yes! Sillabub had knocked Macavity off Misto! She had saved his little butt! (A/N: "Wow")
"YOU GET YOUR PAWS OFF OF HIM, YOU HEAR?" she screamed.
"YOU!" exclaimed Macavity. "You weren't even part of the plan, and you showed up anyway! You snitch in my plan, you."
"Good!"
"Silla!" said Jennyanydots, "Silla, be careful!"
"I can handle this, mother!" said Sillabub. She had hit the roof when Macavity hit Victoria.
Seeing that Macavity was distracted, Misto grabbed Macavity from behind, and flung him toward the edge of the bridge. Macavity stood up, but lost his balance. And Macavity fell backward, into the deep, murky waters of the harbor.
Misto looked over the edge and watched Macavity fall in horror. He was a killer.
A/N: "ALL RIGHT GUYS, THIS IS GETTING GOOD!!!! I really have no idea what you're about to read, so...good luck! Lol."
Sillabub, Victoria, and Macavity all stopped and stared at Misto, who had his back to them. He was sure acting funny. Macavity still held onto Victoria.
Misto stood up and looked at his shimmering paws and coat in amazement. Then he looked up and grinned slyly. He felt as if he had all the power in the world. He felt like the strongest cat that ever existed. He felt as if he could lift up the weight of the world if he needed to. Macavity wasn't going to get the better of him. Misto was going to save Victoria and the tribe. He was almost certain. He whirled around.
"You think you won Macavity? Ha! You're so weak right now you don't even know it! You're nothing but a coward!" he said loudly. "Wow", he thought, "I didn't know I could do that!"
"Oh yeah? How am I a coward? I'm smarter then all of you stupid kitties put together!"
They heard footsteps. It was Munkustrap and the others. Munkustrap pointed to Macavity when he saw him.
"You! There you are! This fight's not over yet!" he said.
Macavity yawned.
"You ran?" asked Misto, "you RAN from them? What kind of Tom RUNS from a fight when he realizes he's losing?"
"I did not run!" said Macavity.
"You did too!" said Munkustrap.
"Well, I'm not running from this one!" said Macavity. And with that, he dropped Victoria and tackled Misto, biting and clawing.
"Get 'em Misto!" cheered the tribe, "Get 'em! Knock 'em dead!"
Misto, using his newfound strength, flung Macavity off him, and threw him to the ground. He pointed his finger at him.
"I didn't want to use this," said Misto, "but it looks like I'm going to have to."
Bright, blue, strong lightening shot out of little Misto's paw. This wasn't like the lightening at the Jellicle Ball. This was real lightening; serious stuff. Macavity screamed in pain, surprise, and terror. Misto stopped.
"You going to behave now?" he asked. "'Cause there's plenty more where that came from!"
"I'm not finished with you!" screamed Macavity. He punched Misto in the stomach, then the back, then the head. Misto fell over again. Misto wasn't going to give up. Never. He stood up again.
Macavity was shocked. "What are you?" he asked, "some immortal creature from the Underworld?"
"No," said Misto, "I'm a magician." He shot more lightening at Macavity. And more, and more and more, until Macavity was hanging off the bridge edge. Misto stood above him, ready to strike.
"NO! PLEASE!" pleaded Macavity, "DON'T DO IT PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE!"
"Don't fall for it Misto!" advised Skimbleshanks, "Let 'em have it!"
"Yeah, show him what you're made of!" cheered Demeter.
But Misto's tenderness got the better of him. He lowered his paw and looked at Macavity. He didn't want to use his magic to kill Macavity. Misto wasn't a killer. He didn't want to kill anybody. He didn't want to be thought of as a killer. Macavity might have been an enemy, but he was still a brother to him, and to the Jellicles.
"What are you standing there for?" asked Plato.
"Yeah!" said Rumpleteazer.
Misto looked at them. "I don't want to kill him," he said.
The Jellicles looked at him as if he were insane. "But," said Munkustrap, "he almost killed YOU!"
"I know that," he said, "but I'm not like him." He reached out his paw and helped Macavity up onto the bridge. Not as gently or nicely, but he got up there. He threw Macavity on the ground.
"Get out," said Misto, "I want you to leave here. Leave the city! Get away, and never, EVER come back!"
"Wow Misto," said Mungojerrie in amazement, as was everyone else.
Macavity looked at Misto. "C-certainly," he said, getting up and walking slowly in Victoria's direction. "Of course." Then, quicker then a pouncing cat, he hit Victoria in the temple. Hard. He laughed hysterically.
"You think you're so smooth huh?" asked Macavity, between laughs.
Misto felt horrible. He felt ashamed. He felt guilty. There was only one thing to do at this point. No more Mr. Nice-guy. This was it.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed, running toward Macavity and tackling him down. "YOU LIAR! YOU THIEF!" Misto and Macavity fought, and fought, and fought, and fought, and fought and fought. Nobody could stop either of them if they dreamed to. The fight was fierce. But Misto, due to his feeling of guilt, wound up under Macavity this time. Misto was on his back and Macavity had him pinned down, holding Misto's head over the edge of the bridge, and his razor-sharp claws over Misto's throat.
"Well, isn't this a fine 'howdy-do'?" asked Macavity. "Now you know how it feels!"
There was absolutely nothing Misto could do. His only hope was his friends. Yeah, like they were going to help him, after he practically GAVE Victoria to Macavity. Misto was only trying to be fair. But this was the way life was. And it stunk.
Then but then, Misto felt Macavity fly off him. Misto heaved himself up and saw...Sillabub? Yes! Sillabub had knocked Macavity off Misto! She had saved his little butt! (A/N: "Wow")
"YOU GET YOUR PAWS OFF OF HIM, YOU HEAR?" she screamed.
"YOU!" exclaimed Macavity. "You weren't even part of the plan, and you showed up anyway! You snitch in my plan, you."
"Good!"
"Silla!" said Jennyanydots, "Silla, be careful!"
"I can handle this, mother!" said Sillabub. She had hit the roof when Macavity hit Victoria.
Seeing that Macavity was distracted, Misto grabbed Macavity from behind, and flung him toward the edge of the bridge. Macavity stood up, but lost his balance. And Macavity fell backward, into the deep, murky waters of the harbor.
Misto looked over the edge and watched Macavity fall in horror. He was a killer.