~ Author's note: Here it is ladies and gentlemen, the long (bloody long
actually) awaited chapter in which Munkustrap features, a lot. So I'm gonna
dedicate this chapter to Jemi Gr and Presto who suggested that Munk should
feature a little more, um I'll actually dedicate it to all the reviewers so
far, you all made my day guys! Anyway on with the story, hope you enjoy it.
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(Munk's POV)
The first few moments of regaining consciousness are pure bliss. You don't know where you are or even recall who you are. All you feel is that wonderful fuzzy sensation that comes with being at peace. I have learnt to cherish those brief moments.
Then the pain hits, shooting through my body like electricity. Then, and only then do I remember, about the hell that is my life. It sounds pretty melodramatic doesn't it? Maybe it is, but if my life is hell then Macavity is Satan himself, and that seems quite fitting to me even in my bruised and broken state.
Yes you heard right, you see the truth is that I, Munkustrap, the Jellicle leader am now nothing more than Macavity's plaything, a doll to torture whenever he feels like it. And I have to admit, Macavity certainly has a knack for it. He knows all the means to cause the most pain possible without spilling a single drop of blood. Although there are those times when he wants to see the ruby liquid seeping from my skin, dripping down his claws.
I opened my eyes and then immediately wished I hadn't as I found myself staring into Macavity's cruel eyes. He grabbed a pawful of my head fur and yanked my head upwards.
"Hell Munk, it just seems to me like your heart isn't in this anymore. It isn't as fun for me when you keep blacking out you know."
He released his grip and I fell back to the cold, stone floor of the cell that had been my home for too long now. I groaned, pain stabbing at my body. The groan was almost inaudible but I still saw Macavity's ears prick up and his expression become one of satisfaction.
What you must understand about Macavity is that he doesn't necessarily enjoy killing, not when he can keep a person alive for months on end, inflicting unimaginable tortures on them. He never goes for the kill when he can go for the pain. It's like a drug to him. He drinks it in and delights in it. He likes to break a person, not only physically but also mentally. The ultimate goal no doubt is to make them...us beg for death, the one-way ticket out of this hellhole. And I've seen it happen.
On my first night here Macavity dragged in one of my fellow prisoners, a young tom, a broken soul. His eyes rolled wildly in fear, he flinched at Macavity's every movement, and most of all he pleaded for death, to free him from this so-called life. Macavity slit his throat in front of me, and with a smirk, promised me that I'd be the same way before my own death at his paws.
At the time I thought otherwise, that I'd rather live in the fiery pits of hell itself for all eternity, than beg to die. Well, I've had a lot of time to think recently and, maybe I was wrong. Don't think me weak, I'm not quite prepared to beg for an end to it all, but it does seem like an agreeable alternative to the existence I lead now.
Bomba thinks otherwise. Her visits, however short are getting to be more of a godsend to me. In the beginning I had wanted no one to see me, not in the state I was in. Now I'm glad that Bomba ignored my requests for her to go, despite the blow my pride took initially. She's been the one who's kept me sane through this.
"Demeter is nearly ready to have those kittens," Macavity's voice had now switched to a conversational tone.
Talking to the Hidden paw was like having an encounter with Jekell and Hyde, one minute he was perfectly reasonable, the next cruel and sadistic. He did it for effect, I had realized not too long ago. It was much harder to gauge his mood if he suddenly switched from one to the other, which also made it much easier to piss him off without realising it.
"Your fate is drawing ever closer my friend, but don't be mistaken into thinking that it will be quick. Oh no, it will be slow, excruciatingly slow in fact," Macavity dragged the words out, savouring the sound of them, "Unless of course you just tell me those words every torturer wants to hear," he paused, to give me chance to speak, or rather to beg and plead.
"Macavity," I winced at how wretched my voice sounded, and knew I would soon regret saying what I was about to say, "Get bent."
The blow came as expected, I felt it and yet I didn't. It was like my body just couldn't suffer any more than it was already; I had reached my pain quota for this lifetime.
Macavity knelt beside me,
"Remember Munkustrap, you're just like everyone in here, sooner or later you'll want it, and when that happens, I want to be the one to help you along the way, capiche?"
His smug smile had returned again,
"Must dash, I'll have to see how Demeter is getting on, shame really, no tom to take care of her in this...time of need."
"If you hurt her I'll..."
"You'll what?" Macavity laughed, "Face it Strap, you got nothing going for you, can you even stand up I wonder? And yet you're threatening me, that is just too cute."
I growled unable to do anything else, what had really stung me was that he was right. I was helpless, and that smarted more than all the wounds covering my body.
Macavity, upon seeing that his words had, had the desired effect made his way to the door,
"I'll send Deme your love," he mocked me before making his grand exit.
I let my head sink back down onto the cold stone. My two least favourite emotions, helplessness and hopelessness overwhelmed me. They were quickly joined by a third; despair. There was no way out of this mess, I would never get to see Deme again, or watch my kittens grow up.
Those were sombre thoughts indeed but as they say it's the things you regret that stick in your mind the most, I regretted not keeping a closer watch on the kittens that day, I regretted being so hard on Misto when he turned my tail pink (it took a while but I can see the funny side now). I even regretted that stupid argument I had with Tugger. It's only when you realise that you're never going to see that person again that you miss them the most.
I missed them all, every single one of the Jellicles. But most of all, I was sorry, sorry for the way things had turned out, sorry for not being a better leader, and finally sorry that I had given up hope for us all.
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Author's note: Well hope you enjoyed it, please, please, please review, and let me know what you think.
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(Munk's POV)
The first few moments of regaining consciousness are pure bliss. You don't know where you are or even recall who you are. All you feel is that wonderful fuzzy sensation that comes with being at peace. I have learnt to cherish those brief moments.
Then the pain hits, shooting through my body like electricity. Then, and only then do I remember, about the hell that is my life. It sounds pretty melodramatic doesn't it? Maybe it is, but if my life is hell then Macavity is Satan himself, and that seems quite fitting to me even in my bruised and broken state.
Yes you heard right, you see the truth is that I, Munkustrap, the Jellicle leader am now nothing more than Macavity's plaything, a doll to torture whenever he feels like it. And I have to admit, Macavity certainly has a knack for it. He knows all the means to cause the most pain possible without spilling a single drop of blood. Although there are those times when he wants to see the ruby liquid seeping from my skin, dripping down his claws.
I opened my eyes and then immediately wished I hadn't as I found myself staring into Macavity's cruel eyes. He grabbed a pawful of my head fur and yanked my head upwards.
"Hell Munk, it just seems to me like your heart isn't in this anymore. It isn't as fun for me when you keep blacking out you know."
He released his grip and I fell back to the cold, stone floor of the cell that had been my home for too long now. I groaned, pain stabbing at my body. The groan was almost inaudible but I still saw Macavity's ears prick up and his expression become one of satisfaction.
What you must understand about Macavity is that he doesn't necessarily enjoy killing, not when he can keep a person alive for months on end, inflicting unimaginable tortures on them. He never goes for the kill when he can go for the pain. It's like a drug to him. He drinks it in and delights in it. He likes to break a person, not only physically but also mentally. The ultimate goal no doubt is to make them...us beg for death, the one-way ticket out of this hellhole. And I've seen it happen.
On my first night here Macavity dragged in one of my fellow prisoners, a young tom, a broken soul. His eyes rolled wildly in fear, he flinched at Macavity's every movement, and most of all he pleaded for death, to free him from this so-called life. Macavity slit his throat in front of me, and with a smirk, promised me that I'd be the same way before my own death at his paws.
At the time I thought otherwise, that I'd rather live in the fiery pits of hell itself for all eternity, than beg to die. Well, I've had a lot of time to think recently and, maybe I was wrong. Don't think me weak, I'm not quite prepared to beg for an end to it all, but it does seem like an agreeable alternative to the existence I lead now.
Bomba thinks otherwise. Her visits, however short are getting to be more of a godsend to me. In the beginning I had wanted no one to see me, not in the state I was in. Now I'm glad that Bomba ignored my requests for her to go, despite the blow my pride took initially. She's been the one who's kept me sane through this.
"Demeter is nearly ready to have those kittens," Macavity's voice had now switched to a conversational tone.
Talking to the Hidden paw was like having an encounter with Jekell and Hyde, one minute he was perfectly reasonable, the next cruel and sadistic. He did it for effect, I had realized not too long ago. It was much harder to gauge his mood if he suddenly switched from one to the other, which also made it much easier to piss him off without realising it.
"Your fate is drawing ever closer my friend, but don't be mistaken into thinking that it will be quick. Oh no, it will be slow, excruciatingly slow in fact," Macavity dragged the words out, savouring the sound of them, "Unless of course you just tell me those words every torturer wants to hear," he paused, to give me chance to speak, or rather to beg and plead.
"Macavity," I winced at how wretched my voice sounded, and knew I would soon regret saying what I was about to say, "Get bent."
The blow came as expected, I felt it and yet I didn't. It was like my body just couldn't suffer any more than it was already; I had reached my pain quota for this lifetime.
Macavity knelt beside me,
"Remember Munkustrap, you're just like everyone in here, sooner or later you'll want it, and when that happens, I want to be the one to help you along the way, capiche?"
His smug smile had returned again,
"Must dash, I'll have to see how Demeter is getting on, shame really, no tom to take care of her in this...time of need."
"If you hurt her I'll..."
"You'll what?" Macavity laughed, "Face it Strap, you got nothing going for you, can you even stand up I wonder? And yet you're threatening me, that is just too cute."
I growled unable to do anything else, what had really stung me was that he was right. I was helpless, and that smarted more than all the wounds covering my body.
Macavity, upon seeing that his words had, had the desired effect made his way to the door,
"I'll send Deme your love," he mocked me before making his grand exit.
I let my head sink back down onto the cold stone. My two least favourite emotions, helplessness and hopelessness overwhelmed me. They were quickly joined by a third; despair. There was no way out of this mess, I would never get to see Deme again, or watch my kittens grow up.
Those were sombre thoughts indeed but as they say it's the things you regret that stick in your mind the most, I regretted not keeping a closer watch on the kittens that day, I regretted being so hard on Misto when he turned my tail pink (it took a while but I can see the funny side now). I even regretted that stupid argument I had with Tugger. It's only when you realise that you're never going to see that person again that you miss them the most.
I missed them all, every single one of the Jellicles. But most of all, I was sorry, sorry for the way things had turned out, sorry for not being a better leader, and finally sorry that I had given up hope for us all.
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Author's note: Well hope you enjoyed it, please, please, please review, and let me know what you think.