House cats have it easy. All I have to do is sit by the pantry, and I get food. Sit by the door, and I get to go out. Sit by one of the humans, and I get scratched. But that's not my lifestyle. I prefer to sleep under the stars, fight my way through life, and, I admit it, I would prefer starving over a constant supply of food. Fighting and working for food kept me fit all through my life. Now I get food by sitting. I don't plan on staying very long; just for the end of my job, maybe through the oncoming winter.
I quickly taught the humans that I like being outside. I only go inside at night, when it's raining or too cold. As it turns out, the cat I was smelling on the human kit was Jemima. She lived with my human kit's friend, so we got to visit often. I became more attached to her with every visit. She's the opposite of me; sweet, trusting, and loved the cushy life. I taught her a lot, like how to pounce, and how to get a cute tom to notice her. She was my cousin, but it felt more like she was my daughter. Even though I've never had anything close to a relationship. This was also one of the many new emotions I've had to get used to since meeting the Jellicles. Jemima wanted me to go back to the junkyard, and play with the other kits. But, I didn't want to put her, or the others, in danger.
Coming to a compromise with myself, I decided that if Macavity didn't invite me to join him after a week, I would go back to the junkyard. I went out to the square many more times, hoping to meet him. It intrigued me to see which one of us would prove to be the better at playing with other's minds. That would decide who the victor was in the end. I never saw him at the square, not until the last day before I was going to go back to the junkyard.
I was sunbathing on the fountain in the middle of the square, when I felt my hackles rise. I cracked my eyes open to see him standing right over me. I slowly stood up, stretching leisurely. I looked him in the eye, one eyebrow slightly raised as if in query of why he came. There was an awkward silence between us. Neither one of us wanted to speak first; for that would prove that we were eager for something to happen. I had to act like a casual visitor to London, who just so happened to be Macavity's daughter.
"You look exactly like your mother, you know that?" he finally asked, apparently not wanting me to know about his criminal status.
"I've been told that. I don't care about her though. She was a bitch." I said, for once with full sincerity.
"Then what do you care about?" that was a good question. I had to decide right now if I wanted to kill him on his turf, or the Jellicles. Then I realized something; he would probably end up sending me to the junkyard on a mission if I joined him. Betrayal, I liked the sound of that.
"The rush." I simply said, catching Macavity's eyebrow twitch.
"Of," he prompted
"Battle, killing, the taste of blood." despite myself, I knew I once again was being completely honest. Macavity knew I was telling the truth, too. You can't hide the look of someone who has killed. I closed my eyes dreamily and licked my lips to emphasize my point. "That's right, Macavity. I kill with something close to a passion. An addiction, to put it lightly."
"I never told you my name." that response caught me off guard. I looked over to him, as if he should know how I knew his name. After a few moments, I finally thought of a response.
"Honestly," I said, exasperated and rolling my eyes. "you can't get within five kilometers of London without hearing about you. And those Jellicle idiots speak of you as the son of Satan." I had hit a nerve by mentioning the Jellicles, but I knew I aroused his curiosity by calling them idiots. In essence, they were. They thought that by getting rid of Macavity, all their problems would be solved. But me killing Macavity just made room for another Crime Lord to move in. The Jellicles would never have the peace they craved. Munkustrap and Deuteronomy knew it, but still passed on the hope to the other Jellicles.
"You know the Jellicles?" he asked casually, as if I had mentioned a friend of his.
"Why yes I do. Spent the first night there. Met my uncles and my grandfather. Like I said before, though; they're just a bunch of trusting idiots. That's why I left."
"Come with me." The drop of the casual tone surprised me, but I dutifully followed. I had finally gotten him to trust me. The question now became: just how much did he trust his daughter, who had just told him about her passion for killing and a hatred of the Jellicles. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate them. More like envy of their ignorance to reality. But that's why street cats are always street cats; we know too much. He led me to a dark, narrow alley. This seemed to be a bit cliche. Everywhere I went, my prey had their headquarters in a dark narrow alley. The only difference between Macavity and any other job was that he was my father, and I couldn't use the usual tactics. Morals; I hated them. Shifting a pile of junk, he revealed a small passage into the warehouse we were next to, and motioned for me to enter first. I had to crawl to get inside. Once on the other side, I marveled at the size of Macavity's operations. There must have been at least one thousand cats lounging around. I guessed that Macavity probably had at least another hundred out doing errands. As Macavity entered, the entire place went silent. Everybody was staring at us, and it made me slightly uneasy. I'm used to going around unnoticed, so the sudden attention made me feel very self-conscious. Macavity passed me, and I continued to follow him. We stopped outside of what was obviously his office.
"Zaber, come into my office." he said quietly, but his voice still carried around the room. The cat in question, a big burly orange tabby, stepped out. All three of us entered the dark room (once again, cliche). I did notice some interesting murals painted in blood on the wall to my left. Once you got over the fact that they were painted with blood, they were quite lovely in detail. Most depicted Macavity killing Old Deuteronomy or Munkustrap in some way or another. But there was one of Growltiger and Griddlebone, sailing off, leaving Macavity all alone. But later it showed Macavity killing both of them in revenge. I smirked, whoever thought that the Napoleon of Crime would actually have had feelings for a queen? Clearing his throat, Macavity drew my attention away from the murals.
"Zaber, I want you to kill this young lady." He said in a business like tone. "She has given valuable information to the Jellicles."
"The name's Rose." I told Macavity, with a hint of indignity
Without hesitation, Zaber charged, claws raised. Grinning like a fool, I grabbed him by the shoulders, and rolled onto my back. Using his momentum to my advantage, I combined it with a well placed kick to his stomach to send him flying behind me. He crashed into the door. Before he had a chance to rise, I grabbed him by the throat with my jaws. With an expert twist, I snapped his neck, and he fell lifeless to the floor. Total time elapsed; three and a half seconds. Not my best time, but it was good enough to show Macavity what I was capable of. I licked the blood from my lips, and turned to see him applauding my performance.
"Congratulations, your in." he said, grinning.
"For defeating that clown? Pft." I retorted, rolling my eyes. My plan was going perfectly.
"That clown was my top fighter." he said, shrugging his shoulders, indicating that his cats were expendable. Then we exited the hall and introduced me to the rest of his horde. They remained dead silent.
A/N: Hope ya liked it! I'm finally 15 years old as of November 2. In humanities, we're creating our own states & constitutions. Me, etcy, and Chimalmaht are all working on the constitution for The Jellicle Kingdom, a hybrid of Democracy, Monarchy, and Fascism. Please tell me if you want to become a citizen (genetic mutation into cat-like creatures is optional for free). We were wondering if Roman de la Croix could be our governor. I'll publish the constitution later, when it's all done. And yes Chimalmaht, I had to ask Krissy4 about the ABCD thing. What can I say? I'm as curious as a cat.