The Outsiders
Author's Note: I thought up this story when Purrdy, Stargazer, and I were chatting on MSN. Stargazer took it upon herself to write a Prolog, which will be displayed under her own account.
Disclaimer: I do not own CATS. CATS is owned by T.S. Eliot, Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber, and Really Useful Groups. I own any characters not mentioned in the musical with the exception of Jr., Purrdy and Stargazer, owned by friends Jessica and Tara.
Dedication: Dedicated to Jessica AKA Purrdy and Tara AKA Stargazer.
Chapter One
A large, broad shouldered tomcat sat behind his large, redwood desk, shadows obscuring his face. Sinking back into his black leather chair, he looked at the agent files that lay on his desktop, his brow lining thoughtfully, his sunken blue eyes narrowing as he surveyed each. There were three of them, he noted, nodding with satisfaction. His orders had been followed. He picked up each of the files, one by one, and leisurely browsed over each.
Agent Demeter
Alias: Roger
Age: 19
Eyes: Green
Fur Pattern: Black based with gold and red highlights; white facial fur, belly, and small of back
Hair Color/Length: Falls past hips. Black with gold and red streaks intermingled.
Height: 5 feet 4 inches
Weight: 105 pounds
Agent Stargazer
Alias: Clara
Age: 18
Eyes: Blue; wears contacts or oval, blue-rimed prescription glasses
Fur Pattern: White based with black patches in various places; one over right eye
Hair Color/Length: Falls to the middle of back. White with black streaks intermingled. Worn in a braid
Height: 5 feet 8 inches
Weight: 125 pounds
Agent Purrdy
Alias: Lilly
Age: 19
Eyes: Brown
Fur Pattern: Orange-yellow based, with gray and white patches; right ear orange left ear brown; brown patch around right eye orange patch on nose; white underbelly
Hair Color/Length: Falls just below chin. White
Height: 5 feet 7 inches
Weight: 115 pounds
Unhurriedly, he put them down, casting a thoughtful glance at his first in charge, Jr.
Agent Jr.
Alias: Shannon
Age: 23
Eyes: Green
Fur Pattern: Black based; cream colored strips and silver patches; off white fur on stomach
Hair Color/Length: Short, gelled, silver tipped
Height: 6 feet
Weight: 165 pounds
The tom nodded to Jr.
"Call them in." He ordered. Jr. nodded, walked to the door, opened it and spoke quietly. Seconds later three queens walked into the room, lining up in front of the desk. Jr. stood beside them.
"These are your recruits, Jr.?"
"Yes Sir." Jr. replied.
"And what are your specialties?" The tom asked. "You." He pointed one long, well manicured finger toward the smallest of the three queens.
And the most attractive…
The tom thought, a wicked smile forming on his face. His fangs glistened and his eyes, already icy, and ominous, became deadly. To give the girl credit, her face remained completely neutral, but, being as quick with his eyes as he was, the ominous tom was able to catch the slight tremble of her hand.
"My specialty is martial arts, Sir." The queen replied crisply. The tom's bushy eyebrow raised, his skepticism obvious. He looked pointedly at Jr. for confirmation of this claim.
"She isn't lying, Sir. She's beaten me." Well, well, well…now that was something. No one had ever beaten Jr. to his knowledge. Not even one of those repulsive creatures that called themselves dogs could beat Jr. The tom put on a look of complete disinterest and waved his hand at the queen, dismissing her. He switched his gaze onto the next queen. She was the tallest of the three. This one was obviously Jr.'s territory. It was clear by the way he was standing behind her, leaning in as close as he could possibly without being on top of her, his muscular arms folded across his broad chest, a foreboding look on his face.
"And you, little one?" The tom mocked, his voice laced with silky menace.
"I, I'm telepathic." The queen stammered.
"Is that all?" The tom replied sounding thoroughly bored. A dark red flush broke out on the queen's face, showing through her fur.
"No!" The girl shot back indignantly. The tom's eyes narrowed to slits.
"You would do wisely to watch your tongue." He growled, exposing his claws. The queen's face immediately went pale at the evident tone of violence intermingled in that sentence and action.
"Y, yes Sir." She whispered, her head lowering.
"Continue."
"I can also read minds and do a bit of sorcery as well." The tall, thin tom at the desk nodded his approval, turning his attention to the last queen.
"And what do you do?" The tom asked. The queen looked thoroughly shaken, but managed to stutter,
"I, I'm a healer. My, my hands…" The queen flitted her hands in front of her, clearly nervous. The tom's eyes narrowed.
"I don't approve of agents who show emotion so freely. It makes me question where their loyalties will lie when facing an enemy." The queen straitened, her face becoming neutral.
"Sorry Sir. It won't happen again." Macavity nodded his approval.
"I can see you have chosen wisely Jr. Here is your assignment. You three, led by Jr. shall enter the Pollicle territory and kidnap their leader's daughter, Angel. You'll then leave the note for ransom in her bedroom and return here. The rest is none of your concern. Now go." Silently the four agents left the well-furnished office. As soon as they were out of hearing range Purrdy turned to Stargazer.
"Are you insane? He could have had you tortured or killed!" Demeter nodded her agreement.
"She's right Star. You can't let people upset you." Stargazer grinned.
"Of course I can. I've got Jr. to get me out of whatever fixes I get myself into. Right?" Stargazer asked turning to look at Jr. Jr. smirked.
"Right."
"Do you really believe that you can pull this off?" A low, husky voice drawled from behind the tom still sitting at his desk. The thoughtful expression in his eyes vanished and the predatory grin resumed on the large male's face.
"Yes." He responded, offering no more information. He felt well trained hands begin to massage his upper back and neck, working their way down his shoulders and arms. Down his lower back and circling around to his abdomen. Lower and lower… He groaned, and pulled the white queen around the chair and onto his lap, planting hot, wet kisses on her neck. The tall, slim queen sighed and pouted her lips, pushing him away from her.
"I saw the way you were looking at that agent, Mac. I don't know what you saw in her. She was short and ugly. I don't like it. You're mine." A low growl emitted from Macavity. Furious, he shoved the queen back, and there was a sickening crack as her hip met the side of the desk. Rolling, she landed on the floor with a small thump. She moaned, curling up in a ball. Macavity reached down, claws out, he griped her neck in his large hands, and squeezed until the queen began to struggle, choking and gasping, trying to draw in enough air.
"Understand this Griddlebone, I belong to no one." Standing, he kicked her viciously, cracking her rib cage. Griddlebone screamed. Macavity smiled with satisfaction, turned, and left the room.
Author's Note: I thought up this story when Purrdy, Stargazer, and I were chatting on MSN. Stargazer took it upon herself to write a Prolog, which will be displayed under her own account.
Disclaimer: I do not own CATS. CATS is owned by T.S. Eliot, Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber, and Really Useful Groups. I own any characters not mentioned in the musical with the exception of Jr., Purrdy and Stargazer, owned by friends Jessica and Tara.
Dedication: Dedicated to Jessica AKA Purrdy and Tara AKA Stargazer.
Chapter One
A large, broad shouldered tomcat sat behind his large, redwood desk, shadows obscuring his face. Sinking back into his black leather chair, he looked at the agent files that lay on his desktop, his brow lining thoughtfully, his sunken blue eyes narrowing as he surveyed each. There were three of them, he noted, nodding with satisfaction. His orders had been followed. He picked up each of the files, one by one, and leisurely browsed over each.
Agent Demeter
Alias: Roger
Age: 19
Eyes: Green
Fur Pattern: Black based with gold and red highlights; white facial fur, belly, and small of back
Hair Color/Length: Falls past hips. Black with gold and red streaks intermingled.
Height: 5 feet 4 inches
Weight: 105 pounds
Agent Stargazer
Alias: Clara
Age: 18
Eyes: Blue; wears contacts or oval, blue-rimed prescription glasses
Fur Pattern: White based with black patches in various places; one over right eye
Hair Color/Length: Falls to the middle of back. White with black streaks intermingled. Worn in a braid
Height: 5 feet 8 inches
Weight: 125 pounds
Agent Purrdy
Alias: Lilly
Age: 19
Eyes: Brown
Fur Pattern: Orange-yellow based, with gray and white patches; right ear orange left ear brown; brown patch around right eye orange patch on nose; white underbelly
Hair Color/Length: Falls just below chin. White
Height: 5 feet 7 inches
Weight: 115 pounds
Unhurriedly, he put them down, casting a thoughtful glance at his first in charge, Jr.
Agent Jr.
Alias: Shannon
Age: 23
Eyes: Green
Fur Pattern: Black based; cream colored strips and silver patches; off white fur on stomach
Hair Color/Length: Short, gelled, silver tipped
Height: 6 feet
Weight: 165 pounds
The tom nodded to Jr.
"Call them in." He ordered. Jr. nodded, walked to the door, opened it and spoke quietly. Seconds later three queens walked into the room, lining up in front of the desk. Jr. stood beside them.
"These are your recruits, Jr.?"
"Yes Sir." Jr. replied.
"And what are your specialties?" The tom asked. "You." He pointed one long, well manicured finger toward the smallest of the three queens.
And the most attractive…
The tom thought, a wicked smile forming on his face. His fangs glistened and his eyes, already icy, and ominous, became deadly. To give the girl credit, her face remained completely neutral, but, being as quick with his eyes as he was, the ominous tom was able to catch the slight tremble of her hand.
"My specialty is martial arts, Sir." The queen replied crisply. The tom's bushy eyebrow raised, his skepticism obvious. He looked pointedly at Jr. for confirmation of this claim.
"She isn't lying, Sir. She's beaten me." Well, well, well…now that was something. No one had ever beaten Jr. to his knowledge. Not even one of those repulsive creatures that called themselves dogs could beat Jr. The tom put on a look of complete disinterest and waved his hand at the queen, dismissing her. He switched his gaze onto the next queen. She was the tallest of the three. This one was obviously Jr.'s territory. It was clear by the way he was standing behind her, leaning in as close as he could possibly without being on top of her, his muscular arms folded across his broad chest, a foreboding look on his face.
"And you, little one?" The tom mocked, his voice laced with silky menace.
"I, I'm telepathic." The queen stammered.
"Is that all?" The tom replied sounding thoroughly bored. A dark red flush broke out on the queen's face, showing through her fur.
"No!" The girl shot back indignantly. The tom's eyes narrowed to slits.
"You would do wisely to watch your tongue." He growled, exposing his claws. The queen's face immediately went pale at the evident tone of violence intermingled in that sentence and action.
"Y, yes Sir." She whispered, her head lowering.
"Continue."
"I can also read minds and do a bit of sorcery as well." The tall, thin tom at the desk nodded his approval, turning his attention to the last queen.
"And what do you do?" The tom asked. The queen looked thoroughly shaken, but managed to stutter,
"I, I'm a healer. My, my hands…" The queen flitted her hands in front of her, clearly nervous. The tom's eyes narrowed.
"I don't approve of agents who show emotion so freely. It makes me question where their loyalties will lie when facing an enemy." The queen straitened, her face becoming neutral.
"Sorry Sir. It won't happen again." Macavity nodded his approval.
"I can see you have chosen wisely Jr. Here is your assignment. You three, led by Jr. shall enter the Pollicle territory and kidnap their leader's daughter, Angel. You'll then leave the note for ransom in her bedroom and return here. The rest is none of your concern. Now go." Silently the four agents left the well-furnished office. As soon as they were out of hearing range Purrdy turned to Stargazer.
"Are you insane? He could have had you tortured or killed!" Demeter nodded her agreement.
"She's right Star. You can't let people upset you." Stargazer grinned.
"Of course I can. I've got Jr. to get me out of whatever fixes I get myself into. Right?" Stargazer asked turning to look at Jr. Jr. smirked.
"Right."
"Do you really believe that you can pull this off?" A low, husky voice drawled from behind the tom still sitting at his desk. The thoughtful expression in his eyes vanished and the predatory grin resumed on the large male's face.
"Yes." He responded, offering no more information. He felt well trained hands begin to massage his upper back and neck, working their way down his shoulders and arms. Down his lower back and circling around to his abdomen. Lower and lower… He groaned, and pulled the white queen around the chair and onto his lap, planting hot, wet kisses on her neck. The tall, slim queen sighed and pouted her lips, pushing him away from her.
"I saw the way you were looking at that agent, Mac. I don't know what you saw in her. She was short and ugly. I don't like it. You're mine." A low growl emitted from Macavity. Furious, he shoved the queen back, and there was a sickening crack as her hip met the side of the desk. Rolling, she landed on the floor with a small thump. She moaned, curling up in a ball. Macavity reached down, claws out, he griped her neck in his large hands, and squeezed until the queen began to struggle, choking and gasping, trying to draw in enough air.
"Understand this Griddlebone, I belong to no one." Standing, he kicked her viciously, cracking her rib cage. Griddlebone screamed. Macavity smiled with satisfaction, turned, and left the room.
