Fresh Revenge
10-7-05

Rating: K+ (PG)

Disclaimer: I do not own cats in any way and have no claim over them. (As much as I'd like to!)

"And where do you think you're going on this fine day?" The ginger cat teased from his position on Mistoffelees' chest. Macavity had the most evil smile running across his lips, and Mistoffelees had a pretty good idea why.

"I'll give you one chance to get your filthy paws off me or I swear on the everlasting cat I'll-" Mistoffelees began while trying to throw the crime lord off him, but all that did was make Macavity grip his shoulders and sink his long – and sharp – claws deep into his flesh.

Mistoffelees didn't cry out or yell, just pictured the main clearing of the junkyard and flicked his wrist. There was a flash of blue light, and Mistoffelees found that Macavity was no longer atop of him. Breathing a sigh of relief, he looked around for someone – even if it was Munkustrap – to help.

It was then he realized he wasn't in the main yard, rather just a few feet away from where he had been pinned Sure enough, Macavity was directly in front of the young tom.

"Why little Mistoffelees," Macavity started making his way over to the tuxedo, his claws hanging loosely by his side and still wet with magical cat's blood. "You really think I wouldn't of anticipated that you would try and teleport to safety?"

"What did you do!" Mistoffelees yelled, but even he could hear the fear coming through in his own voice.

"I used my magic to stop yours." There were now only a few feet separating the two cats. Macavity stopped and prepared to jump. "And now I'm going to use my claws to rip you apart."

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"Alonzo? Alonzo where are you?" Munkustrap yelled at the top of his voice. So far he'd found – and woken – Cassandra, Victoria, Asparagus and Jennyanydots, but no Alonzo. Jennyanydots had suggested he search near some old cars a bit to the east, so that was what he was doing.

"Alonzo! Oh for crying out loud where is that cat?" Munkustrap peered inside each old – and rusty – car as he passed, but Alonzo wasn't in any of them. He slammed down the boot of one decaying red ford and sat himself on top.

He almost leaped into the air when suddenly a pounding came from within the trunk, followed by a voice. "Hey, hey! There's a cat in here who's suffocating through lack of air, so can whoever is sitting on the trunk get off!"

Munkustrap smiled at his luck. Alonzo had most likely been sleeping in there, and the tabby slamming the boot down must have woken him.

"Hello up there? I'm dying in here in case you didn't know."

"Alright already." Munkustrap slid down off the trunk lid and it immediately popped up, and out came a rather scruffy – and angry – black and white tom.

"Thanks for that Munk." Alonzo said, running his paws along his coat in a desperate attempt to make it lay flat.

"Could have been worse." Munkustrap muttered quietly.

"How?"

"You could have been Mistoffelees." Alonzo tilted his head, not getting it. Munkustrap quickly saw this and said. "Tell you later. I've been looking everywhere for you, I need to tell you something."

"Well you've certainly got my attention now." Grumbled the tom, who slammed the boot back down and leaped on top to catch the sun's rays.

"Macavity isn't happy about last night, and wants revenge." Munkustrap climbed on the car's roof, and lay over the warm red metal.

"Tell me something I don't know."

"You know Rum Tum Tugger said the same thing." Munkustrap was beginning to relax, mainly due to the comforting warmness of the sun and the car. "What you don't know is that he's out to get me, or so Old Deuteronomy seems to think."

Alonzo's brow tightened in thought as he processed the information. Like most cats, he wasn't very bright after sleeping. When it seemed to click the protector-in-training jumped to his paws.

"He wouldn't dare. Not with the whole Jellicle tribe behind you Munk. And I've got your back one hundred percent."

"That makes me feel so much better." Grumbled Munkustrap, who decided a quick nap was in order.

The last thing he heard was Alonzo muttering on about how there was "… no way Macavity could get to him, not with the mighty Alonzo keeping watch!"

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Macavity pounced, but Mistoffelees was a small – and fast – cat, and managed to avoid the exiled tom landing on him. He did receive a slash to his back however, and from the pain it wasn't just a minor cut either. He hissed from it.

"Give up now and I'll kill you quickly." Macavity growled, flicking the blood from his right paw. Mistoffelees used his magic to block out most of the pain, but he didn't know how much longer he could fight. He knew that if the battle came down to just fighting skills, he'd lose.

Summoning all the strength he could muster, Mistoffelees called upon his magic and threw a bolt of blue lightening at Macavity.

The tom saw it and dodged. The lightening completely incinerated the stack of newspapers that had stood behind Macavity.

"You missed kitten." Macavity said, but didn't advance.

"Such a pity too." The tuxedo hissed through his clenched teeth. His fireworks display meant the pain was back, and with a vengeance. He was panting now, and very much doubted that he could conjure up many more bolts.

Macavity must have seen his hesitation and flung himself at Mistoffelees. The two toms rolled around in the junk for what seemed like eternity until Mistoffelees managed to get his paws free and fire a streak of blue at Macavity.

The ginger cat flew off him and landed hard, but was still alive and well, apart from a few minor scratches that Mistoffelees had managed to inflict. The same couldn't be said for himself. His back was on fire, and he could see horrible wounds across his hands from his desperate action to protect himself. Many other smaller cuts decorated his black arms and legs, and he could even feel a few on his white face.

A foul flavour entered his mouth. It tasted like copper, and the magical cat knew what it was. He spat out as much of the blood as he could, and then shakily stood up.

What awaited him was by far the worst yet. Macavity was standing tall and had a lust for blood in his eyes as he held a rather jagged piece of metal like a knife in his right paw.

Macavity's cheating, but who cares? I didn't update yesterday cause I was in Melbourne on a mini-holiday so I wasn't near enough to a computer to update. I'm sorry. Anyway, I don't think I have anything else to tell you so on to review responses:

Arakasema: I liked writing the bit with Tugger and Misto, and hope to get another review from you on this chapter.

Mystica21: Sorry I gave you my cough, although I didn't think you could catch it off me... and don't you try to tell me about typos thank you very much!

Mystitat: Deuteronomy is hard, I kept spelling it Deteromy :)

Nabooru: I just thought that since Macavity is a magical cat that he'd be able to find other magical cats without any trouble. I think I said in the first chapter that Macavity knew about Mistoffelees, but I'll keep that point in mind for further stories. Thanks!

Thanks also go out to Microphone (I love Teazer and Jerrie as a couple) and Zazzie for reviewing. However, at least 40 other people read the last chapter and didn't review. Yes I know who you are, so just review please. Say anything. It can be three words or three hundred I don't care. So come on cats lover, R&R!

Desert Thief (Back next Saturday with the next chapter)