Bezzil crept slowly through the shattered window. Looking around, he saw a trail of blood that went out into the hall. Peering out the door, he followed the trail, hoping he might find Macavity dead and not Jing.
Bezzil quietly slid out of the room, following the red-stained trail. His heart leapt when he saw Jing, and still breathing, but it sunk when Macavity was seen, still well with the minor exceptions of newly formed cuts and scrapes. Bezzil watched carefully from the shadows as Macavity opened the door to Munkustrap's cell. The grey tabby did nothing to fight as he was dragged out and thrown into the wall. Jing cried out.
"Stop it!" she lunged herself at the fiendish tom. He flung her aside like a rag doll, advancing to do more damage.
"Jing?" Munkustrap whispered, getting to his feet. He saw the small black and white queen struggling to her feet, Macavity moving in for the kill. He took no time making his way to the pair, slicing with great strength at the red cat. His claws made a connection with the fiend's back.
Macavity roared, sending out his own attack. He struck Munkustrap with such force that he was flung into the bars of Mistoffelees's cell. Misto bent down, trying to rouse the unconscious tom.
Macavity laughed. "I gave you a chance, kitten." He took Jing by the throat. "But, you refused. And now, your time is up."
Jing struggled to free herself of Macavity's grip, without success. Bezzil looked on in terror. 'She's losing air fast. I must do something.'
Bezzil darted from the shadows and leapt onto Macavity, tackling him down in surprise. Jing fell to the floor, blood beginning to pool around her. Mistoffelees, have giving up on waking Munkustrap, carefully picked the lock to his cell. It clicked open. He ran to Jing's side, holding her in his arms.
She looked up to the tom and smiled. "Mistoffelees?" She said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm here. Everything will be okay." He returned her smile. He carried her over to Munkustrap. "Stay here and keep him warm. I've got to help Bezzil."
The tiny cat was doing a great job fighting Macavity, but he could not bring him down. With a flick of his head and a strong backhand, Macavity sent the young kitten scooting down the hall. Mistoffelees circled Macavity. The cat laughed.
"You think you can bring me down, when your family could not?" he watched the mystical cat with cautious eyes.
Mistoffelees said nothing. Taking careful planning and quick pace, he darted around Macavity, making him have to swing around. Perfect. He was taking the bait. Misto did the same move several times, finally striking. His claws connected with Macavity's head, sending him into the stone wall. Misto didn't hesitate to send out another blow. He clutched Macavity's throat, digging his claws into the flesh.
"Going to kill me....." he breathed. "..........cousin?"
"You deserve it more than anything else, but no." Misto relaxed his grip and backed away. "That's not my decision." He walked back to Jing and Munkustrap, who was still unconscious. "Let's go."
Macavity did nothing as they left. He watched until they disappeared into the shadows. "I may not have won you now, kitten, but I swear on heaven and hell, I will have you by my side."
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Mistoffelees and Jing entered the junkyard, carrying Munkustrap. They carefully carried him to Jennyanydots's box for repair. She gasped and freaked out when she saw them all alive. She had them set him down over by where Gummibean, Ponukka, Lilypad and Jellydrop slept.
Ushering them out, they made their way to the old car. Jing carefully squeezed through the small opening that was there. Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer were gone, but Coffee was lying fast asleep within the tangle of rags. Smiling, Jing made her way back out.
"He's fine." Jing whispered to Misto as they headed over to the old oven, where Victoria slept.
Mistoffelees crawled in first, prodding his mate with a gentle paw. She woke with a start, screeching with joy when she saw him unharmed, for the most part. After their cuddlefest, she saw Jing. She slowly approached the queen.
They embraced, tears streaming down their cheeks. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you, too, Victoria." Jing sobbed. They turned to Mistoffelees. He joined their hug, crying with joy that the war was over. The three crawled into the oven, snuggling together within the covers.
A small black and brown kitten watched above the junkyard, smiling at the sight. "A special sight. The last one I'll ever see here." And with those words, he disappeared into night.
That night, the Jellicles slept soundly, knowing that they would remain unharmed and out of danger, and Macavity would never terrorize within their lives again. Jing's story of how she was captured, escaped, recaptured and then spent three agonizing years under pain will be told for many generations to come. The tale of A Cats Story.....
But, what of the young kitten, Bezzil? He left the junkyard in search of adventure and to explore the world. What will happen to him? You will just have to read his story: An Adventure in Europe
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This great adventure has finally come to an end. But, don't fret, I'll be starting a story about Bezzil's adventure and how he survives a new enemy in unfamiliar territory.