Here we are, the third chapter, sry it took so long... had a brain fart hehehe

you may have noticed that the rating has gone up, well the dream, or should i say nightmare, turned crazier than i thought but it's nothing to bad, if you dont mad voilence


Victoria was the first to reach Plato's den. She was really hungry and was craving one of Jenny's mousecakes. The next in was Plato. He walked over to Victoria and nuzzled his snout in her neck. The queen giggled a bit before noticing Tugger smiling at her as he entered. "Don't worry about me Vicky. I'm not jealous. I'm actually happy you have Plato. One less kit following me around."

"I'm so glad that I'm no longer an annoyance," she joked tossing a mousecake towards him.

"Hey, nice house-queen you got yourself, Plato," Tugger smirked, taking a bite of the cake.

"I know, that's why I chose her," he smiled back rubbing Victoria's shoulder.

"Oh shut up you two." The three Jellicles began to laugh which alarmed Jemima. She was helping Munkustrap carry Quaxo. On the outside she seemed like any of the other kits, rambunctious and juvenile. But inside, she was one of the most kind and empathetic cats, as exhibited at the Jellicle Ball. Some think she was the most compassionate towards Grizabella. But above that, she had a hidden compassion for Quaxo, a love that even Victoria, her best friend, did not know about.

"What's all the hubbub?" Jemima asked, rushing into the den. "What'd I miss?"

"Nothing important," Tugger blurted.

"These two were just insulting me," Victoria said, poking both in the chest.

"Like I said nothing important."

"Yah, that's not important," Jemima grinned, grabbing a mouse cake.

"Okay, enough with the insults. Where's Quaxo?"

"Don't worry Vicky, Munku's got him. I'm sure they'll be here soon."

"So, do you think we should ask about his dream?" Plato asked innocently.

"Well…" Victoria started. She had to think for a second, "I guess we shouldn't. Just wait for him to open up on his own."

"Yah, I'd say that'd be the best idea," Tugger agreed.

"Here we are," Munkustrap announced, entering the den. He walked over to a pile of pillows and set the half-asleep Quaxo down gently. Then he proceeded to make his way next to Tugger and sit himself down. "Someone pass me a mousecake," he said lethargically.

"Get one yourself, you lazy son of a queen," Tugger replied smacking the Protector on the back.

"You're right, I am lazy. It's been an emotionally draining day."

"It's not even noon silly," Jemima chuckled.

"I know, but I get extremely worried when I see any Jellicle in need. And man did Quaxo take a lot out of me."

"Quaxo would be elated to know you care so much about him," Victoria smiled softly.

"I'm also extremely sorry," the afore mentioned tux yawned out. "I hate causing trouble for others."

"By no means did you cause any trouble. You can't control you dreams. And besides I was joking about my tiredness. I'm not that easily exhausted," the tabby assured.

"Well at the very least let me get that mousecake for you," Quaxo said standing up. He grabbed one of the nicest looking cakes and continued to hand it to Munkustrap. The tux then when back to the pile of pillows and plopped himself down next to his sister. At that moment a look of seriousness came over the young tom. "I'm sure you are all wondering about my dream."

There was a momentary chorus of mumbles followed by a unison, and somewhat anxious, "Yes."

"Well then, let me see if I remember," Quaxo responded, beginning to think long and hard about the dream. "It was the night of the Jellicle Ball and…

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…And Quaxo stood in the midst of his fellow Jellicles as they sang praise of the great Skimbleshanks. Suddenly, a mysterious and eerie laugh was heard. Quaxo and Demeter were the first to know who it was. "Macavity!" Then the napoleon of crime himself appeared followed by his henchrats. As Macavity distracted the Jellicles with strange dancing the rats captured feeble Old Deuteronomy. Macavity proceeded to disappear as quickly as he had appeared.

While the other Jellicles worried and argued what they should do, Quaxo ran off into the distance. Far out of the view of the other cats he began to focus all the magical energy within himself. The tux began to levitate and glow in brilliant colors. There was a flash of light and as it dimmed Quaxo was no longer there. The cat that took his place was the same physical structure, but the appearance had changed. The tom still had the patch of white on the crest of his chest, but the rest of his body was now a pure black. And on his white face black lines had appeared. This tux was now the magnificent Mr. Mistoffelees.

As Mistoffelees returned to the site of the Jellicle Ball he witnessed the end of his friends struggle with Macavity. He also saw the crime lord take out all the power in the Junkyard. Mistoffelees then heard his fellow Jellicles proclaim that they "had to find Old Deuteronomy". The tux knew that it was time for him to make his appearance, but not before the Rum Tum Tugger could prepare the toms and queens for the miracles they were about to witness.

Hearing Tugger declare his name, Mistoffelees materialized himself right in the center of the horde of Jellicles, his tuxedo glittering with magic. As Tugger went on to state all the tux's abilities and accolades, Mistoffelees showed off small portions of his magic. Then it was time for the magnificent Mr. Mistoffelees's greatest feat, the rescue of Old Deuteronomy. Randomly choosing Cassandra out of the audience, he placed her under a beautifully golden piece of cloth. After sprinkling some magic dust and whispering silent incantations, the tux quickly pulled the sheet into the air. But Old Deuteronomy was not under it. Instead stood Macavity clutching a cowering Cassandra.

Before anyone could do anything the red monster slashed the queen's throat. Her blood splattered onto Mistoffelees as he looked on in horror. Macavity then, in a quick and orderly fashion, began to slay the rest of Jellicles, despite any effort to defend themselves. Throughout the massacre all that the tux could do was stand and watch, unable to move, petrified by fear. After only a few seconds Macavity had slaughtered all but two Jellicles, Mistoffelees and Victoria. And now he had the white queen in his grasp, the blood of the other cats staining her pure fur. "It's your fault they died. It's your fault your sister must die. It's your fault." As these words permeated the red toms lips he lifted his paw high in the air…

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"…And that's when Victoria woke me up."


Well i hope the nightmare wasnt to over the top, i just started typing and that's how it came out, also i'm in pyschology class at the moment, and i think that would be classified as night terror instead of nightmare

night terror equals nightmarex10

also, there's the thing about quaxo and dem noticing macavity, in OBC and maybe OLC i not sure, quaxo was the one who would shot Macavity, but they took it away from him WTF

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