I get the feeling that I'm only going to be able to update every Thursday from now on. Just a feeling.
Many thanks to the people who've reviewed so far! I really appreciate it!
I'm thinking that because it's October and Halloween is coming, I really want to write something spooky or something for the AU Dump. Buuuttt I'm not sure what to write. I'll come up with something eventually.
TW: Kind of sorta maybe rapey? But not really cause there shall be no scenes of rape in this fic!
Reviews are appreciated!
"Baka! Baka baka baka!" Hisako hissed, struggling and wriggling around while dangling from her captor's jaws. Axel's eyes trailed down to the struggling kit and let out a muffled growl, which did nothing to deter the kit in her attempts to escape from the elite.
"Does she ever shut up?" he bemoaned, his voice muffled from the kit's fur.
"Better question: what is she even saying?" Jax muttered.
"Pretty sure she's insulting all of us," Slash commented, uncaring that he was dragging Hanako's unconscious body across the rough ground.
"Insulting us, is she?" Axel murmured. "Careful kit. If you don't shut up, something bad might happen to mommy-dearest before Razor can get to her. And he doesn't care whether she comes back injured or not," he warned. The kit hesitantly stopped struggling, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Don't touch Okaa-san," she mumbled, subdued. The rogues around her laughed, making fun of her native language, and she looked down at the ground in humiliation. Why couldn't Firestar have come with them? He could have protected her and her okaa-san easily!
"He'll come for us. He has to," she mumbled. Axel snorted, and the kit really wanted to turn around and use her tiny claws to scratch his eyes out. But she was way too small and weak compared to these cats; they would kill her in an instant if she tried anything. Or they would do something to Hanako instead, and if was bad enough that she had been knocked out. Hisako wouldn't be the cause of her okaa-san getting more injured.
"Please, that winged-menace doesn't even know you're gone. For all he knows, you're still trekking through the neighborhood, trying to get back...home," he snorted. "Not that you're going to where ever you were going anyway. Besides, you already had a home, and you squandered it when you both tried running away. Now you'll pay for your actions," Axel chortled gleefully. Hisako only sniffled in response.
"Ugh, someone stop her sniveling. We're almost there," Slash commented. He dropped Hanako and started shaking her with his paws. "Wakey, wakey. Razor wants to see you," he sneered. Hisako had to physically stop her sobs from spilling out as the rogue started hitting her kaa-san until the she-cat woke up with a pained, startled gasp.
'Wha-?" She didn't have time to get her bearings straight before Slash dragged her to her paws and shoved her forward into the alleyway, where Razor and all the cats of his gang were gathered. She hissed slightly as she hit the ground roughly, and she glared up at the burly light-gray tom lounging on top of his throne of boxes.
"Well, well, well. Look who's come crawling back," Razor sneered. He gave her a fake pout. "How rude of you to run away from me. I've spent all this time building all this," he gestured to everything around him, "for everyone, and this is how you thank me?"
"I ran because I knew I was next in line for you to get rid of," Hanako hissed.
Razor gave a snort. "Well, now I'm definitely getting rid of you. You'll be an example of why cats shouldn't try to run away," he sneered, getting up to his paws.
"Firestar will come for us, and then he'll make an example out of you," she bristled. Razor stopped in his tracks, giving her an incredulous stare. She thought he was intimidated by her bluff, because really, she had no way of knowing if Firestar was actually coming, until she noticed that Razor's shoulders were trembling.
He was laughing!
"Firestar? His name is Firestar? That's got to be the stupidest name I've ever heard!" he chortled. "Like, I thought this winged, scaled cat that could send my elites packing would have this awe-inspiring name, but no, his name is Firestar!" he laughed.
"And yet, he could probably defeat you easy if he were here," she snarled. Razor stopped laughing and hopped down the boxes, a glare overtaking his face.
"Well, isn't it a good thing he isn't here then." He stalked forward until he was right up in her face, and he gripped her chin with a paw, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Listen," he hissed. "Your little friend isn't here to protect you anymore. You've disobeyed and disrespected me too many times already. I'm going to make you wish you still stayed with your little protector in whatever hole you three were hiding in," he hissed, malice dripping from his voice.
"Let this she-cat be an example of why you fools don't disobey me!" Razor raised his voice for all the cats in the alleyway to hear. Many of the kittypets and loners stared at her regretfully, not daring to make a sound or movement. Many of them looked down, not wanting to see what would come next.
Razor's paws moved to pin her down, and no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't shake the tom off.
"Don't worry, I'll at least get some use out of you before you die," he sneered into her ear.
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"Here we are. Oh..." Dart paused, staring into the alleyway, already seeing everyone gathered and crowded around. "Looks like they've started," he whispered.
"Started?! Razor isn't actually-"
"Sounds like Razor is doing the taunting and mocking thing first. He likes to lord over us before he does anything," Dart murmured. Firestar could almost sigh in relief. Hanako was safe, but she wouldn't be for much longer. He needed a plan, and he preferred something that didn't involve him walking up to Razor and spitting fire onto the cat.
Actually, that might work. Except he was pretty noticeable, and then there was the problem of Razor's so-called elites to deal with. Firestar turned to Dart. "How much do the kittypets and loners hate Razor?"
Dart jumped a little, glancing around them in worry. "Just about as much as I do," he whispered.
"Do you think you can go around and convince these cats to rise up against him?" Firestar asked. Dart perked his ears up, gazing out into the crowd. He shifted nervously at his paws.
"I'm not sure. Maybe if they realize Razor is losing... but then again they all might just make a run for it if they know that Razor and his elites can't get to them," he said. Firestar forced himself not to growl; he couldn't rely on these kittypets and loners to help him. Glancing at Dart, he realized that the kittypet didn't look too keen on helping him either. He supposed Dart didn't want to look like too much of a traitor in Razor's eyes if Firestar happened to fail.
But if Firestar could kill Razor, then his whole gang would tear itself apart. His elites would be embroiled in a power struggle and his followers would have run off the moment they knew Razor couldn't hurt them anymore. It was just like Scourge and Bloodclan.
"Let this she-cat be an example of why you fools don't disobey me!" Razor's voice echoed throughout the alleyway. Firestar could see the cats nearest to him avert their eyes in disgust, or nervously shuffle their paws, resentment and helplessness in their eyes.
"Yeah, this is the part where he... you know," Dart muttered.
Firestar wouldn't let him.
"Suppose it's showtime then," he growled.
Awwwww I'm so evil leaving it at a cliffhanger. Now everyone has to wait until next week to see the thrilling conclusion of Razor predictably getting his face burned off by Firestar.
Poor Hisako has to keep quiet unless she wants to get hurt- or Razor decides to hurt Hanako to get to her. Or course, since Razor is a depraved piece of work, he's going to have his elites force Hisako to watch as he attempts to humiliate her mother.
I've really written a depraved monster here.
Next chapter should be the end to Hanako's and Hisako's arc. Then we'll be heading back to what Thunderclan's doing.
Tell me how I did.