Loss hurts, but can be healed

by jazelock

Demeter loses her mate. Can her loss ever be healed? Rating is for some violence, but every story needs a teeny tiny bit of violence, at least, don't they?

6. Answer

(author's note): I know this chapter is kind of short, but to make it more intense (I thought), I had to separate the original into two chapters. Don't worry. I won't leave you in agony for long. :)

I ran past the curtains in the doorway, past the tire where Deuteronomy sat no more, past everything I had ever known. I wasn't going to let anyone hurt Alonzo. Not if I could help it.

Past the balcony where Tugger used to sit and watch us all, past the small clearing which had been the kittens' favorite place to play. Past the boundaries that marked the Jellicle territory. There, I stopped. Panting, I looked around me. All was still in the cool night air. The stars twinkled, in forms of constellations. I shook my head. What was wrong with me?

I sat down to think. Who could be killing off all my friends? I figured it had to be the same person who had planned the Pollicle attack. Who had command over the Pollicles though? I froze as one name came to mind. Of course. He was the only logical explanation.

I got up. He wasn't going to get away with it. I slowly walked towards where I knew his lair was, grimly forming his name over and over again with my mouth, silently. Macavity. Macavity. Macavity.