The Catch

The wind blew in everything that night, the half moon was half covered by icky gray clouds and a small clash of thunder was heard. Phantom screamed out his melodious pitch into the night. His hooves pounding against the stall walls and the magnificiant white head arching way over the stall door was enough to make anyone proud. A scent from the bushes had attracted his attention from the needed sleep of the night.

Meldar quickly and quietly moved his slim exterior out of the lights that were being shown all over the place. Vandanna followed slowly behind him. Both of them held brown bags and a medical kit. What they were about to do was going to be tricky and dangerous. Meldar quickly slid the hatch from the stable door and sliding inside he asked for the bags. Vandanna handed him hers, slowly and carefully she climbed in herself.

Phantom slammed his black tipped hoof into the stall door and it almost gave way. Meldar and Vandanna kept to one side as they slithered and slunk towards his stall. Under their feet was a carefully placed net that Angela had rigged up herself. A few feet closer and Meldar would be caught. Phantom screamed again and thrashed his head outwards into the stable hallway. Meldar rushed at the opportunity and grabbed Phantom's halter. Phantom reared back and drew Meldar into the trap.

A snap was all that was heard. Meldar thrashing and punching his way inside of the netted bag and Phantom kicking the walls. Phantom, curled his lips and in a fell swoop, he hit Meldar on his face with his left forelimb. Meldar sent a scream out and Vandanna rushed towards him.

"Go to the ship." Meldar screamed.
"But.." Vandanna exclaimed.
"Just go, I'll be fine." Meldar exclaimed.
"I'll set you free." Vandanna said.
"I'll see you then." Meldar hissed.
"I'll make sure that I'll make you proud." Vandanna stated.
"Go, go before it is to late." Meldar hissed.

The mansion was a far cry from what it was before. The king was running up the stairs in his robe and Libby, Cindy, Sheen and Jimmy ran down the stairs half dressed. Guards rushed in and out of rooms and Maciolo's wife ran into the kitchen. A shot was heard and then nothing. Nothing but silence drifted into the mansion. Then a small audible scream was heard. It got louder and louder until it sounded like it was inside of the house. Jimmy jumped down the remaining steps and looking down at the scene that was unfolding in front of him, he gasped.

Meldar was slammed onto the floor with a scream. His head was bleeding badly on one side and his eyes were terribly bloodshot. Maciolo was walking towards the fighting Meldar with a chain and when Meldar saw that, he went crazy. He punched, thrashed and bit his way up until he was almost free. But Maciolo controled him by giving him a stiff upper cut to the head. Meldar was slammed onto the floor, unconcious and bleeding.

"Gimmee room." Angela shouted.
"Move, back up." Maciolo ordered.
"Give him some air." Libby screamed.
"What are you doing?" Jimmy yelled.
"Helping Angela." Libby said.
"No, your helping Meldar." Jimmy shouted.
"Like I care." Libby shrieked.

Meldar moaned from the floor and when he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a chain on his hands. Hate and panic swelled up into his body and he started screaming again. Before long Angela walked into the room and placing her hands gently on his head, she soothed him by singing a song. Meldar didn't enjoy it much, he jumped up and slamming his fists onto the wire mesh, he tried to get out. Angela shook her head and made a clucking noise in her throat.

"Now you calm down." Angela said.
"Let me outta here right now!" Meldar screamed.
"Absolutely not." Angela said.
"You will, or will I have to make you myself." Meldar hissed.
"Try it." Angela mocked.

Meldar backed up a few paces and stretching out his arms, he let out a scream. His bright blue generators were missing. They were their when he had last used them and he knew they had been there when he had entered the stable. Hearing a chuckle, he turned around and saw that Angela was holding his crystal blue generators in her palms.

"Give those back." Meldar pleaded.
"Nope, I made them, I take them." Angela stated.
"Those are mine!" Meldar screamed. "I order you to give them to me."
"Don't do that now." Angela said.
"I'll do whatever I want." Meldar hissed.
"As level headed as always eh." Angela said.
"What are you talking about?" Meldar hissed.
"Don't you remember me?" Angela asked.
"Should I?" Meldar hissed.
"Never mind." Angela sighed. "Talk to you later, Meldie."
"Meldie?" Meldar thought.

Angela walked out of the room with tears in her eyes. It was true, Meldar had forgotten after all that she was his mother. Maciolo had warned her so many months ago that this would happen. But she had been stubborn. She had said that he would always remember. Taking longer strides Angela finally reached the room that Maciolo had given her. The bed looked so comfortable, just like the one she and Meldar had slept in together when he was a little baby. Without knowing it, she flopped herself onto it and started crying her eyes out.

Maciolo had nothing in the side of children, but he knew that she wasn't feeling well due to what her son had just said. Taking the problem into his own hands, he walked into the room that held Meldar. Meldar was slumped in the corner, his head lowered onto his suit chest and his hands laying to his sides. Maciolo made a sound in his throat and Meldar woke up with a hiss.

"I may know much about children." He said. "But I know that you are a horrible son."
"Shut up." Meldar belched.
"I also know that you hurt your mother badly." Maciolo said. "Very badly."
"Like I care." Meldar said.
"You should." Maciolo stated. "You are her first son."
"Will you stop saying that." Meldar shrieked.
"No, you'll listen." Maciolo said.
"You listen, I do not know her, you or anyone here." Meldar screamed.
"You know everyone." Maciolo said. "It's just your heart that doesn't want to listen."
"Your so stupid." Meldar hissed. "My mother died when I was a young child."
"Yes, and so did your father." Maciolo said.
"How'd you know that?" Meldar asked.
"Your father and mother were killed by Vumson's." Maciolo stated. "Then you were born."
"No." Meldar hissed.
"Angela then took you in." Maciolo continued.
"No." Meldar said.
"She raised you until you were five." Maciolo exclaimed.
"No!" Meldar shrieked.
"It's true, and you know it." Maciolo stated.

Maciolo left the beaten Meldar in the pen all by himself afterwards with a smile on his face. He had succeeded in setting Meldar straight. He had made Meldar remember what had really happened in his life. And he had forced it out by talking straight and manly to him. He had done it in favor of his friend. And yet, he felt, his job was only half done. Leading the way of the stairs he heard but one defined scream from the room that told him that the job had gotten through indeed.

This, I believe was the hardest chapter. I hope you guys like it.