Chapter 6

Draconic tried to keep a brave face, but Macavity could see his pupils shrinking slightly in shock. By this time, Bombalurina had managed to enter the junkyard with her kittens, and went next to Demeter, who was now safely in Munkustrap's arms, and her daughter embracing her as well. Everyone, including the henchcats of Draconic, stood back, and let these two Dark Magic cats battle it out.

"Very nice transformation, Macavity," Draconic sneered, "But you are about to see that my powers far exceed yours," With that, the black and grey tom, the yellow in his eyes flashing like lightning, levitated 10 feet up into the air. Mac grinned to himself and with old ease, floated up to Draco's altitude, causing the evil tom to gasp inwardly. Outwardly he held his composure.

"You were saying?" the ginger tom asked in a teasing tone, which irritated his foe extensively.

"Okay, so you have some good skills, but I have trained in this magic for years. It's like second nature to me."

"Just like I did years ago," This had Draconic's anger rising ever higher, which was exactly what Macavity wanted. He had learned, the hard way, to never attack in anger.

"That's enough, you bastard! Time to show you my true power!" With that, Draconic sent a lightning bolt at his challenger. Mac showed great reflexes and instincts by easily dodging the attack. He fluently sent his own barrage of magic, but likewise, the tyrant made him miss every time. This made the fighters realize that the other's skills were as equal as their own. Confirming this in his mind, Macavity flew at Draconic, attempting a few punches. Draconic got a paw against the side of his head, but was unfazed and with a full strength kick, he sent Mac flying away. The ginger tom quickly steadied himself and flew back into attacking range. Draconic was ready and sent more lighting bolts out of his paws and at his enemy. Mac reacted just in time and sent his own bolts out in retaliation. The pair's bolts met in between them, but neither could get the other to break. Suddenly, a burst of energy exploded between them and caused them to fall. Draconic landed on his back onto a pile of garbage, while Macavity twisted his body and gracefully landed on his feet. The black and grey tom dragged himself out of the garbage, and glared at the ginger tom that was his opponent. In a flash, he ran at Mac and attempted a diving tackle, but just as he was about to impact with him, he felt nothing but air and landed on the hard ground, groaning in pain. He quickly stood up and looked up, expecting to see Macavity levitating over him.

Macavity wasn't there. He was a few feet away, temporarily hidden behind a dumpster. In a blink, he flew past Draconic, giving him a hard kick to the back of the head, knocking him down, and then flying high above the junkyard. Draconic struggled to hold onto his temper, and flew after his challenger. As soon as they were eye to eye, 30 feet away from each other, the storm hit. Lightning flashed around both of them, and rain fell in torments, but due to their magic, neither of the fighting cats were a tiny bit wet. The two flew at each other again, and unleashed all of their punches, kicks, scratches, and spells they could think of, but for every attack, there was a counter, and neither could gain an edge.

Down below, the Jellicles, under shelter, watched the fight. Demeter glanced over at Bombi, and noticed that she wasn't watching the fight, but instead had her eyes closed, gently whispering, clutching her infant kitten. Everyone's heart was racing, due to the fear of what these two fighters could do to each other, and who would win. It seemed like everyone was holding their breath, afraid to let it out, as they watched the duel. All of a sudden the two cats collided and they fell back to earth, together. They kept falling, not slowing down. Some queens screamed, many others gasped. They kept falling, and they landed on a pile of garbage. The pile practically exploded and bits fell onto the cats' shelters, causing them to jump in fear. They looked back at where the pile was, and all that was left were two toms; one lying on the ground, motionless, the other standing over him. The one standing picked up his opponent with ease, and everyone could tell now that Macavity was the one standing tall, carrying Draconic like he was a kitten. With one punch, he sent Draconic flying into a dumpster. He stood there, silent, now soaking wet, as his magic wasn't repelling the rain anymore, gazing around.

All of a sudden, Draconic burst out the dumpster, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "THIS IS MY TRIBE, ALL MINE!" With that shout, he flew at Mac and gave him a hard swipe with his sharp claws. The junkyard echoed with the ginger tom's scream of pain, and he fell to the ground, his arms wrapped around his torso, blood staring to mix with the rainwater on the ground. Draconic stood there, staring at his fallen opponent, panting loudly. Bombi stared in shock silence, staring wide-eyed at her injured mate. Munkustrap covered the eyes of his daughter, and Bombalurina's.

"Now you see!" the tyrant shouted, "No one is greater than me! I am the greatest fighter of them all, and I deserve to rule this tribe! You want to know why I attacked you puny Jellicles? Because you deserve it! You are always having that stupid "ball," and always rejoicing over being a cat! What's so great about it? Don't you all realize how bad it is for other tribes? They are barely struggling to survive, and here you all dance and sing like nothing's bloody wrong! That's why I'm here, so you all can see what a real tribe is!"

What he didn't notice was that Mac had managed to pick himself up just enough so that he could stand. He quietly neared the villain and with the last of his strength and adrenaline, thrusted his paw into Draconic's back. No one had noticed, and they suddenly heard the black and grey tom scream in pain and agony. They all suddenly gasped or screamed, noticing that the ginger tom's paw had gone completely through him. Draconic stared wide-eyed at the paw poking out of his chest. The paw suddenly displayed its claws, and the paw pulled back, ripping an even bigger hole through the tyrant. He screamed again, and fruitlessly covered his open wound, which poured out blood. Blood also came out of his mouth, and as he fell to his knees, he managed in as loud a voice as he could, his last words.

"You…damned…Jellicles!"

With that, his eyes rolled back, and he fell forward, dead. Mac stood their, barely able to stand. He glanced at the henchcats, who were starting to try to leave, as they were a little panicked over their leader being killed. Noticing this, he looked over at Munku.

"What the hell are you doing?" he shouted, "Get them out of here!"

With a rallying shout, the Jellicle toms that could still fight went after the remainder of Draconic's gang. In a matter of minutes, they were all gone, scattered into the four winds. Everyone started quietly walking back into the open, the storm now gone. They all did nothing but walk around in silence. Then they all started to smile and laugh and cheer. Mates kissed and embraced, friends hugged and shouted in joy. Bombi quickly went to her mate and embraced him, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"You did it, Mackey! You did it!" He didn't respond, but simply pulled away, leaving her to give the ginger tom a curious look, "What's wrong, dear?

Mackey glanced down at his torso, and his red mate looked as well and gasped in horror. There were four dark red streaks going across, and blood was lightly flowing out. He tried to say something, but he collapsed. Bombi screamed his name, and held him up.

"Mackey! Someone get Jennyanydots! Quick, Mackey's hurt!"

A few hours passed before his med exam was finished. Considering that Jenny and Jellylorum were both exhausted, it was fairly quick. Many of the tribe came to ask Bombi how he was doing, and every time, she responded, "I don't know." Tugger constantly got near, like he wanted to say something to her, but every time, he resisted, and walked away. After what seemed like an eternity, the old Gumbie Cat walked out of the trunk that was the infirmary, and looked at the red queen with dark rings under her eyes.

"How is he?"

The tabby sighed, with a sad look on her face, "He's internally and externally bleeding. We can't stop it. He's going to die within a few days."

Bombalurina stared, wide-eyed, stunned. Suddenly, her eyes rolled back and she fainted. Even though the evil was gone, things were not going to improve, yet.

Not as long as I thought, but I figured I get this done soon. I got a new CATS fanfic in the works right now. A love triangle romance tale starring Victoria, Plato, and Mistoffelees, called "A Rose Blooms For Two." After that, I have a sort of humor story about some of the Jellicles accidentally getting packaged to America, and they have to find a way back. I have so many ideas, I don't know where to start, but they will come! Plus, chapter one of my Star Fox fanfic, The Lylat Renaissance, is almost done! The next chapter of this story will come soon! Keep reading!