A/N: You like me, you really like me! Well, I'm glad you readers are sticking around. So I decided to update this again to celebrate!
Roman: Aww, shucks. You're such a charmer. I've only been registered for a month and you're telling me I have a big influence? (Blushes) And we do have some guys to mutate into toms... two. One into Bustopher Jones and the other into Tumblebrutus. And, they are those specific cats for a reason. I guess I'll have to blackmail and/or threaten others to join. MWAHAHAHA. And explain to me how to do an RPG for the Jellicle Kingdom. I know, I sound like an idiot for not knowing, but it sounds like a lot of fun. Oh, and did you get the email I sent you?
That morning, I woke up and Macavity wasn't laying beside me. I'm a pretty early riser, usually up with the sun. So it astounded me that Macavity was up before I was. I got up and stretched leisurely, taking my time to study the details of the room. The bed I was on was really a large, soft, futon. There was a window, something I hadn't seen before in Macavity's headquarters. The walls and ceiling were completely covered in the same kinds of murals I had seen in his office. I pitied the poor cats who's blood was used as paint. There were some over stuffed pillows against the walls. On the walls, I noticed torture devices. A few scalpels, thousands of needles, that sort of thing. I was on my way to the door, when movement caught my eye. I turned and went into an aggressive stance, only to find myself looking into a mirror. I rolled my eyes at that slight self humiliation. Then I studied myself closely. My long white fur had been brushed free of mats and snarls by the little human kit I had stayed at for a week. My eyes were a startlingly dark shade of green, emphasized by my fur. Although my figure was lost beneath my coat, it was still plainly obvious that I had a gorgeous one. Beauty was a weapon that I took full advantage of. It made itso much easier to manipulate toms. I sighed and shook my head before finally leaving Macavity's bedroom. Me, of all cats, preening in front of a mirror. But why would Macavity have a mirror in his bedroom? He definitely wasn't the sprucing type. Unless it belonged a queen, perhaps my own mother. I once again got a little mad at myself for over thinking such a small matter.
Macavity wasn't in his office, which surprised me. That's where he always was. I decided against going through his desk. Macavity walked too softly for me to hear him coming, and he would know for certain I was really working for the Jellicles if he caught me. In the main part of the building, I was surprised to find the entire place empty, save for a few rats. After a few moments of contemplation, my stomach told me it was hungry. So I decided to go out and find some fresh food, preferably anything not rat- that's all we ever had to eat here. Or, maybe I could stop by the Junkyard. Outside of the warehouse, I was met by a brawny cat, probably one of Macavity's messengers.
"Miss Rose, master Macavity ordered me to follow you around, for your own protection." I smiled, and nodded my head in his direction. His voice was a rich sounding bass. It would be easy to get rid of this guy, should I decide to go to the Junkyard.
"Any specific time to be back here?" I asked politely, turning to leave the alley.
"Before midnight." he said as he followed by my side. I began plotting this one's death. Who would blame me for killing a sexually frustrated tom? Especially if it was in a secluded area. Maybe an alley near the Junkyard. But first, breakfast at the docks.
"So what's your name?" I asked, trying to break the uncomfortable silence between us.
"Tacha." he said quietly.
"That name is a little mellow, for someone who's working for Macavity." I looked over to him, and saw him blush beneath his dark brown fur. A blushing cat had no place in Macavity's horde. "So why do you work for him? You definitely don't seem like the kind of cat who's blood thirsty and murderous enough to work for Macavity. By the way, where is he?" We had reached the docks, and the ships had just come in from the sea. All kinds of fish were being unloaded, and one or two wouldn't be missed. I selected a nice fat trout from a pile, and walked into an alley where I wouldn't get run over by the masses of people. My 'guardian' grabbed a small tuna.
"He's leading an assault against the Jellicles. He doesn't trust any cat to lead his horde but himself. I don't really know how I ended up working for him. But, once you work for Macavity, you always work for Macavity." Tacha replied, looking a little sad. I didn't trust him for a second. That kind of a story I'd expect from a skinny, teenage cat. Not a full-grown strong tom. He could have been a spy, luring me into a false sense of security in order to get me to spill my plans. If not, well, I know from experience that anybody can tell any secret, provided that they're tortured enough. "How'd you end up working for Macavity?" he asked.
"I dunno. I was in the area, met him, joined him. I was raised around murder and gangs, that sort of stuff, so killing's nothing new to me." I shrugged my shoulders. We finished our lunch in uncomfortable silence. "C'mon, let's go." I said after I had finished eating. He still had a little bit of tuna left, but ditched it. I lead him to a part of town where the Junkyard was only a few minutes away. It was filled with dark, quiet alleys. Perfect. We entered one, and I turned to face him.
"What're we doing here?" he asked. I threw my head back and laughed.
"Killing you." I said, shaking my head as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He backed away from me, only to find that I had him against the wall. In one slick move, I snapped his neck like I had Zaber's. A quick and painless death, for a 'sexually frustrated cat.' I felt a pang of remorse, but it quickly subsided when I reminded myself that he had been working for Macavity. I finished walking the distance to the Junkyard, and I could hear the sounds of battle. Hopping up to the top of the fence, I looked around for Macavity. Seeing him and Munkustrap fighting, I stealthily found a spot where I could watch the action without being seen. The Jellicles were pretty decent fighters. Most of Macavity's fighters were either beaten and surrendering, dead, or fleeing from battle. It was obvious that Macavity went for sheer numbers in fighting, while the Jellicles preferred quality in their fighter. At the rate this battle was going, Macavity would have to call a retreat in a few minutes. Sure enough, Macavity backed away, and the other fighters soon followed.
Once that I was truly sure that he had left, I stepped from my hiding spot. It was also the same time that the kittens were coming from their hiding spots, and I was tackled by Jemima.
"Rose! You finally came to the Junkyard! Where have you been? It's been ages since I last saw you!" She screeched, burying herself in my fur. Munkustrap, who was nearby, came over to me with that same look of protectiveness that I had seen the first day I came to the Junkyard.
"Well, this situation seems familiar, doesn't it Munkustrap?" I asked jokingly. He didn't find it funny. Carefully, I extracted Jemima from my fur and handed her to Munkustrap, but he told her to run off and play with the other kits.
"You traitor! I knew it. I knew you would go off and join up with Macavity the moment I figured out you were his damn daughter. You bitch." he shouted, slapping me across the face. I stood up in rage.
"I promised I would get rid of him, and I'm working on it. He will die, you can rest assured. But maybe I would have considered a different strategy if you hadn't been such a bastard to me." I shouted. Seeing the confused look on his face, I elaborated. "You remember, don't you? I was stargazing, you came up to me and started asking me questions. Eventually, you told me that I was Macavity's daughter, and that I would be killed if the other Jellicles found out that his own flesh and blood was living among them. And you just-so-happened to have neglected to mention that you're his brother!"
His expression dropped from anger down to something like embarrassment.
"So what's your plan?" he finally asked me.
"Simple. Get close to Macavity, lower his guard, and kill him when he least expects it. Or kill him when he offers for me to join him in abolishing the Jellicles. That second one I like better, don't you? But as of right now, I'm only on low priority missions. Kill a traitor, steal stuff, you know." Seeing his expression, I put my paws up defensively. "Relax, Munkustrap. I didn't kill the traitors, I arranged for them to leave the city without being noticed. I'm not that stupid." I rolled my eyes, and my explanation seemed to placate stress-boy.
"So what're you doing here?" he asked.
"Well, I came here to tell you my glorious plan. I'm a very good actress, so I will look like I've truly joined him come time for me to kill him in front of the Jellicles. Remember that." I said, turning to leave. I was done here, and decided to go back to the warehouse. Somehow, it was just after dust when I arrived. I went into Macavity's office, as usual. He looked at me, and then looked around for my guard.
"Where is your guardian?" he asked, eyes narrowed in slight anger.
"My 'guardian' tried to rape me. What do you think would have happened to him, especially since it was me he was dealing with." I said sarcastically "I killed him, obviously. And why wasn't I invited to your little battle?" I asked, putting the spotlight on him.
"Because queens don't fight." he said simply.
"Excuse me? I fought of hundreds of gangs of cats as a kit, killed the Crime Lord who murdered my brother, killed your top fighter, and your telling me I'm not aloud to fight. Pft." I was really mad now. He stood up and walked over to me. I could tell he was angry too. I must have been the first person to challenge one of his decisions. I stood my ground as he walked right up to me, trying to make me nervous with his towering height. "I'm sick of these stupid little errands you send me on, Macavity. I want a real fight." I said quietly, but still angrily.