Chapter 2
Warning! This chapter contains some brief suggestion of rape, and contains a gory moment and brief forced cannibalism. Consider yourself warned!
(Don't worry; this is the only chapter that will have this.)
It was time. Time for what was to be his greatest achievement; the conquering of the Jellicles. The black and grey tom now stood right across the street from the junkyard. He now knew every inch of all the area around the junkyard in a 300 yard radius. There was no stone left unturned, no dent unnoticed.
"Well, boys," he quietly said to his small gang of toms, "it's time to put the tribe under new management."
The skies were turning dark grey, and there was a distinct scent of rain in the air. Based on Coricopat and Tantomille's senses, it wasn't a storm, and that was a profound relief to the rest of the tribe. It looked like only an overnight storm, which meant that, while the junkyard will be wet, it would not damper the ball. Munkustrap stood quietly on the tire, Demeter by his side, holding Catalina's paw.
"Everything looks set, Munku," Alonzo walked up, a smirk on his face, "Everyone's ready for the ball."
Munkustrap nodded, "Good, 'Lonzo. Make sure all the tribe members that can be here are here, and see who else may have come very recently that we don't know."
The black and white tom nodded, "I'll see to it. By the way, I got a message from Skimbleshanks. Apparently a storm has blown away a bridge way up north on his route back home, and he won't be able to make the ball."
"Right. We'll make do about that. Thanks for letting me know." Alonzo nodded and padded away, keeping a well-trained eye on everything. As he walked out to the outskirts of the junkyard, he suddenly got a tingling feeling, like a pair, or several pairs of eyes were watching his every move. His ears perked and he listened for even the slightest sound. As he turned around, he saw what looked like a piece of a metal pipe, but he didn't get a chance to tell for sure. The impact coursed through his head and body like a bolt of lightning, and he crumpled to the ground, losing his consciousness. Of his limp form, a tom stood proud and pleased. The second-in-command was down, now the leader.
An hour went by, with nothing else happening, though Cassandra was wandering around with apparently no sense of where she was, concerning Demeter.
"Hey, Cass, are you all right?"
The haughty Siamese glanced up at her and shook her head, "I can't find Lonzie anywhere. Have you seen him?"
Demi slightly giggled at the name Cassandra called her beau, but Munkustrap kept a straight face, "I sent him to check on things around the junkyard an hour ago. I would think he would be back."
"Do you think he's all right?"
A dark, evil sounding voice behind the tyre answered Cass' question, "Oh, he's fine, just a little knocked out."
The silver tabby and his family turned around and gasped. Standing on a pile of garbage at the same height as theirs was a black and grey tom. His eyes were a sinister yellow, as if a bolt of lightning would flash from them. He was built sturdy, yet slick, like he could easily take on a whole pack of Pollicles, but still slip through holes most other cats can't.
"Who are you?"
The answer had been rehearsed in the intruder's mind numerous times, but was finally played out, "I could be many cats and many names, but I prefer to call myself Rubanton. And don't worry about introducing yourself, Munkustrap. I know everyone's name here, and I think I know so much, that I should be considered leader."
Munku chuckled and gently pushed his mate and daughter aside, "You think you should be the leader of the tribe? I am the leader, and the only way you'll ever take over, like that's possible, is by beating me."
"That sounds like a good enough challenge to me," With that, Rubanton did a run and leaped through the air, his lower paws connecting with the Jellicle leader's chest, causing him to fall off the tyre. It took Munku a moment to realize what happened and picked himself up, glaring at the challenger.
"You just made a big mistake, you know? You must've forgotten that I am one of the best fighters around."
The intruder, now standing on the tyre grinned, "Oh really? Because my skills are no match for yours, and you shall see for yourself." With that, he jumped off of his perch and did a cartwheel, before suddenly doing a full roundhouse kick, sending Munkustrap flying onto the trunk where Jennyanydots lived. He quickly stood up again and rushed at his foe, and swung his own paws at him. Rubanton easily dodged each one of them and with a few quick jabs to the torso, the tribe's leader was on his back again.
He pushed himself to a kneeling position before diving at the tom. He felt no impact at all as he fell to the ground, not even a retaliating hit. He looked around but couldn't see the challenger anywhere, and he finally glanced up. To his amazement and shock, the black and grey tom was floating in mid-air, levitating. He had not seen it in years, since the days Macavity was in the tribe. As soon as he stood, Rubanton's left hind paw connected with Munkustrap's head, and he dropped to the ground once more. Not yet done, the tom that was proving now to be more powerful than anyone, picked his defeated opponent with one paw and threw him at the washing machine which was now occupied by Plato. The vanquished leader lay on the ground, knocked out cold.
The victor gently floated back to the ground, smiling widely, everyone else starring at him with shock. Rubanton suddenly felt a presence coming from behind and he let his left arm swing back, feeling a hard connection, and seeing an also black and white tom, Pouncival, flying back into a group of cats, toppling them over.
"Anyone else dare to challenge me?" The inquiry left everyone dead silent, no tom daring to attempt anything. Demeter, in near tears, and her daughter crying, scurried over to her mate, holding him close, and gently licking his wounds, "Well, then. Since no one else wants to try me, and since I defeated your leader, I believe I have earned the right to be the new leader of the Jellicle tribe." With a shrill whistle, a whole mob of toms appeared from all angles, entrapping everyone in the junkyard. Meanwhile, the black and grey tom stood proud and tall on the tyre, laughing sinisterly. It had happened, the Jellicle tribe had been overtaken, and it seemed as though things were about to turn into a nightmare that no one could awaken from.
The nightmare did come, only it was a terrible reality. Rubanton ruled like a most sadistic tyrant, torturing the toms, and using the young queens, some still kittens, to live out his physical fantasies. It was horrifying for everyone, as the screams of the abused queens and the tortured toms echoed through the junkyard, never ceasing. After they were done, the beaten and bloody cats were tossed back out into the open from the areas where their trauma was. Jennyanydots and Jellylorum tried their best to heal the wounds, and calm the cats down, but they were being pushed to their limits of sanity.
It had now been 3 days since Munku had been vanquished. The junkyard was now full of the screams of Mungojerrie being tortured by some of Rubanton's henchcats, and Rumpleteazer being physically abused by the evil tyrant himself. When he took Rumple, her brother tried to defend her, only to get taken for torture as a result. Demeter sat by Cassandra, holding Catalina and trying her best to block out the screams from her daughter's ears. Cassandra, who hadn't yet been through the black and grey tom's sadistic desires, was comforting Alonzo, who had been brought to the junkyard when the new leader took over. He had regained slight consciousness, but was still raked with headaches. Nearby, Asparagus and Tumblebrutus were watching over Victoria and Jemina, who had just went through Rubanton, and were sobbing without any signs of stopping.
Soon the screams stopped, and Mungo was tossed into the junkyard, out cold. Plato dragged him aside and tried to wake him, but Jellylorum stopped him.
"Be best if you don't wake him. He'll be in too much pain. You better let himself wake up when the pain isn't so bad."
Rumple was also tossed out of the leader's lair. A terrible smelling fluid was covering her, and blood running down her thighs. It was a horrid sight, and Jenny sighed with despair as she started to gently clean the shaking queen. Etcetra came over to help and Demi turned away from the sight.
"We have to find some way to get help," she quietly whispered to Cass.
"How? Rubanton's got his toms all over the area of the junkyard. No one could get past them!"
The black and gold queen looked over the junkyard, and then noticed something, "That tube where the garbage gets thrown out! I never noticed that before! You think anyone will notice I go in there?"
"You want to get out that way? What about the humans in that building?"
"I'll have a better chance with them than I will with him," Demeter sneaked over to where Coricopat and Tantomille were hiding. No one had been able to locate them besides the queen that had just arrived. In quiet whispers, she convinced them to conjure up a distraction; just enough for her to crawl up the garbage chute.
In moments the mystical couple was near a garbage can. Before they started the two held a telepathic conversation.
Cori, do you think this is a good idea?
Don't worry about a thing. If we can get Demeter to find help, we may be able to drive him away.
But what if someone notices us? Heavyside knows what could happen!
We have to try.
With that, the couple concentrated on the garbage can. It soon levitated and began to hover around the junkyard. Several of the henchcats were staring at it in horror, and Rubanton's messenger called him out. As he got out, the garbage can tilted upside down and suddenly fell on him, covering him with garbage, and stuffing him inside the can himself. Even though no one could see his face, everyone heard his rage.
"You damn Jellicles! Take this off right now!"
With everyone else distracted, Demi quickly crawled up the garbage chute, never looking back. It seemed like ages before she got to the end, where there was a flap door, like a kitty door. Sniffing once to make sure no humans were around, she jumped out. She had ended up in a hallway, the last place she wanted to be in. In a quick scurry, the black and gold queen went to a room facing the junkyard. The door was open and no humans were in sight, and she quickly went to a window and looked out, only part of her head showing.
Several cats took off the garbage can, and as soon as he appeared, the tyrant tossed everyone back with one swish of his paw.
"Who did this? I demand someone to admit to this!"
The two cats responsible meanwhile crept back to their hideout. Looking around, seeing if anyone acted a little suspicious, the leader noticed Mistoffelees sitting calmly, holding his kittens.
"You. What do have to say about this?"
The small, black cat looked up in fear, "I-I didn't do anything, sir! I swear I didn't!"
"Oh really?" he grabbed the young tom and started pulling him to where the torture area was, "Well, maybe a few moments with Cardlan will changeā¦" Rubanton's eyes locked on where he knew Demeter was. Cassandra was the only one there, holding Catalina, "Where is she? Where is your friend that was just there?"
The Siamese queen looked at the vacant area and shrugged, "I don't know."
"You damn well know!" he turned to his henchcats, "Search the area. Find her and bring her to me!" To Mistoffelees, he smirked and threw him aside, "I'll deal with you later."
An hour went by, and no sign of Demeter was found. This angered the black and grey tom even more. In rage, he demanded everyone on her whereabouts. When no one responded, he suddenly grabbed Plato and pulled out a sharp piece of glass, pointing it at the tom's throat.
"Either you tell me where Dementen is, or this runty kitten gets a new place for food to go through!"
Plato spoke lightly, scared of what could happen next, "The queen's name is DEMETER, and I am not a kitten!"
"SHUT UP!" With a roar of anger, Rubanton sliced Plato's throat open, without realizing what he had done. He dropped the cat as blood starting pouring out of his throat. Plato thrashed lightly on the ground, convulsing in shock, his eyes pleading for anyone to help. After just a few moments, his eyes rolled and he let out one last tiny groan before the life drained from him. Several queens screamed, but mostly everyone was dead silent. Demter sobbed lightly from her hiding place. She couldn't believe this was happening to her own tribe members! It looked and felt like a bad dream, but it was happening! It wasn't a dream.
After breathing heavily for a few moments, letting his anger simmer, the dictator of a tom glared at Mistoffelees and Victoria.
"You," he stated, pointing to the tom, "Get rid of the body, and you," pointing to young Victoria, "Lick up the blood, every last drop. If you refuse, your own blood will be mixed with his, and that's a promise!"
Mistoffelees nodded and somehow managed to drag the limp, lifeless cat away, and Victoria, with tears pouring out of her eyes, starting licking the blood off the ground. The scene became too terrible for Demeter to watch, and only the Heaviside knew how it would affect those watching and poor Victoria.
Even though she knew she had to find help, Demeter couldn't leave just yet. She had to sit in a corner, and cry some more. Before long, she finally stopped and with a new determination, she left the building, and ran for Victoria Grove. There were plenty of friendly cats in that area, and she was sure to find help there. She knew that after what happened to Plato, she HAD to get help. The fate of her fellow tribe members depended on it.
Well, there's chapt 2. I don't know yet how many more I'm going to do, but I believe there won't be as many chapters as Forbidden Romance. I know this chapter was a little gastly, but rest assured, there won't be any more. Plus, this week I'll post my first chapter of The Macavity Chronicles. I may interlock that story with The Flames Within, if it's all right with Bombalurinasara. Anyways, enjoy this chapter, and Keep on readn' and writin'.
