Quaxo's Secret Tale
By: Brittglamorra
Part 12
Brit: Well that chapter was completely terrifying and unexpected…Like literally…Um please enjoy this chapter. Thanks to everyone who reads my story even if you don't review or favorite or follow. It's great that anyone enjoys it at all. …Warning. Swearing, violence, death, and reference to sexual content in this chapter. Yeah. Still at a T level.
Quaxo stood frozen for a heartbeat as he watched the fear turn to rage on Jerrie's face.
"That son of a Pollicle took my lil sister! Come on Quaxo! Lets go get her!" He growled furiously. His accent was more prominent when he was angry. Quaxo winced, feeling the exact emotions of the calico tabby tom, but he also understood that he was the Protector and had to think rationally.
"Wait…If his scent was there then he wants us to know…It's a trap…He is planning something, and we need a plan of our own." Quaxo meowed. Jerrie blinked, desperation on his face.
"B..but…." Quaxo rested a paw on his friends shoulder.
"I know Jer. I understand…But I'm sorry. We need to think this through…I promise we will get her back, and I promise I won't let him hurt her…But…Well first of all we need to wake up the tribe and make sure no one else has been taken." He meowed. Jerrie took a deep breath then nodded his head, allowing the molten lava in his eyes die down to a searing flame. He and Quaxo darted about waking cats from their sleep. Munkustrap was the first and he quickly helped gather the rest of the tribe, with a loud yowl reserved for emergency meetings. Those who didn't gather within the next few moments were fetched from their dens. Finally Quaxo and Munk stood together before the entire tribe. No other member had been taken, thankfully.
Quaxo looked around. Munk looked utterly lost…But an idea had formulated in Quaxo's head and he paused and looked over at Munk.
"I have an idea." He meowed. Munk moved aside with his young Protector for a few moments and the tribe murmured amongst themselves while watching them…Hope slowly began to enter Munk's eyes and he smiled to himself. Then the two faced the tribe once more. Munk spoke.
"Jellicle's. Macavity has struck again this time taking Rumpleteazer. His intentions are unclear but it may be to get at Mungojerrie who refused to work for him anymore and ran away. Our wonderfully intelligent and observant Protector realized that since his scent was left behind Macavity wanted us to know of his crime. He also knew that Macavity will be expecting us to race to his place and take her back…But Quaxo has a plan. Listen carefully. Jerrie is who he is expecting I believe so Jerrie is going to go and burst in the front door demanding to see Macavity. As soon as they have the door open we all attack at once while a smaller patrol creeps in through the back. Deuteronomy. You are going to remain here in charge and Talus will stay to help protect the remaining queens and kits. Kits are staying here along with Demeter, Jenny and Jelly. The rest of you are coming with us. Quaxo is leading the patrol to sneak in another way. Tanto, Bomba, and Victoria will be moving with him. Now everybody. You know what to do. Move out!" Munkustrap leaped off the Tire and raced out of the Junkyard, the rest of the tribe flew after him with hisses.
Quaxo and his team branched off from the others, and Mungojerrie raced ahead of the others yowling his rage to the world. His voice faded away along with the nearly silent pawstep's of the rest of the tribe and he lead the others right. He circled them wide around the block that lead to the warehouse then halted a long way down the street. He halted and turned to the three queens.
"Ok. I have never taken more than two cats anywhere with me but I know I can. I am going to directly transport us into the jail as soon as Munk gives the signal." He meowed. Bomba, Tanto and Vicky nodded, their eyes serious and dark. Suddenly there was a yowl of fury in the distance then dozens of voices rose angry and defiant on the still morning air. Quaxo flicked his ears. "It's time." He turned to the others and touched noses with them, pressing as close as he could. With a flash they vanished. He reappeared in a long hallway, dank and filthy prisons on all sides of them. There was a tom standing at the end of the hall, fur on end, but he was facing the other way. Quaxo flashed out a paw and blue shot from it and hit the guard who instantly collapsed. Quaxo turned to the others.
"Open all the cells. Now. Help everyone get out, and gather them here so I can get you all out." He meowed gravely. Victoria touched her nose to his cheek.
"Can you move that many?" She murmured. He nodded his head.
"Yes. I can." He growled with certainty that he did not feel. He turned and raced to the end of the hall. He began unlatching all the cells. They had no locks but would be impossible to open from the inside. The first cell held two kittens. Small dusky white kits. He picked them up and moved them to the meeting place. Already there were a few cats standing there….As they reached the last cell there were a total of eleven cats in the hall. They opened the last cell and…Griddlebone lay on the floor in there bruised, beaten, and broken. She looked up at Quaxo with hurt eyes.
"He found out." She breathed. Quaxo nodded in understanding and lifted her to her paws helping her out of her cell. Victoria's eyes locked onto the injured Queen and she halted and stared back in shock and fear.
"M…Mother?" She breathed. Griddlebone looked away.
"I don't deserve that title." She whispered. Victoria ran up to her and hugged her, burying her face in her mothers neck. The queen winced and made no move to embrace her daughter.
"I understand why you did it…You deserve that title more than anyone I know." Victoria whispered. Griddlebone breathed in sharply and wrapped her paws hesitantly around her long lost kitten, sobbing into her fur. Quaxo smiled then nudged them into the group. He forced his worry away and stood with confidence.
"Ok. Everybody touch somebody else. I am going to transport you all to the Jellicle Junkyard." He meowed. He picked up the twin kittens and then twined his tail with his sister. She clung tight to her mother and each cat twined their tails with another cat. "Is everyone connected?" Quaxo asked. There was some murmuring then Bomba's voice rose.
"Everybody is together." She meowed. Quaxo nodded and he focused his power. He immediately felt great stress and dizziness and he groaned at the strain…He squeezed his eyes shut and he felt power surge around him. Then there was a spike…He opened his eyes and found himself laying flat on his muzzle in the clearing, cats scattered around him, lay groaning and rising. He rose and found both small kits unharmed, and clutched to his chest. He had not squished them. He sat up and looked around counting quickly, his head spinning…They had all made it out. But where was Teazer if not in the prison? Quaxo's eyes narrowed as rage burned through him.
Jenny and Jelly raced up with Demeter and began tending to cats, while Talus stood high, and stared down, fur bristling in surprise. Quaxo winked up at him before he vanished from the spot, a rage burning in his heart.
He appeared in the prison to see things were as he had left them. Every cell door hung open and the still form of a guard lay on the floor. Quaxo stalked past the limp figure and walked into the main hall…It was dead in this part of the building and he could hear the cats fighting in the main hall. He vanished then reappeared on the stairs above the main room. What he saw was absolute chaos…And he suddenly realized there were more magic cats within the tribe then he had ever suspected. Cats that had very minor traces of magic in their blood. A choice few had faintly glowing eyes, with the slightest touch of magic dancing on their fur. But they were not powerful enough to do anything with it…It seemed only the trigger of anger, a display, nothing more. These cats included Munkustrap, Tugger, Skimble, and Mungojerrie. Two queens eyes glinted unnaturally, the mystics Exotica and Cassandra, while Cori was the same. Suddenly there was a ginger blur. Macavity launched himself across the room and slammed into Munkustrap, driving the tabby into the ground. Quaxo watched with wide eyes, but sadly Munk was being beaten down. Macavity suddenly and very nimbly pinned the silver tabby to the ground and drew back his paws to lash Munk's throat but Quaxo let out a deafening bellow of fury.
"STOP!" Screeched the small tuxedo tom, sheer hate and rage in his eyes…The whole room froze and fell silent, looking up at the small tom cat. A few Hench-cat chuckled in disbelief at the pipsqueak. But others stared gravely. Quaxo did not look at them however. His attention was trained solely on Macavity. "Release him…Now." He ordered in a deep and low snarl, filled with dangerous intent. Macavity snorted but let his brother up and glared at the little tux.
"Mistoffelees…So nice of you to show up. You really are useless aren't you?" Macavity growled, stalking forwards. Quaxo smirked bitterly.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that, father!" He spat bitterly with a flash of his ivory teeth. Macavity furrowed his brow briefly but shook it off, anger swimming in his eyes.
"I am not your father. You are useless and a disgusting waste of fur! I can't believe the tribe was so stupid as to take you under their wing. Now they have paid for it in blood." Macavity growled, still stalking closer. Blue magic flared across Quaxo's pelt and his eyes glowed green.
"What are you talking about? Where is Teazer?" He snarled. Macavity smirked.
"Oh? You thought I took her to get to Mungojerrie? No I took her because you care about those useless calico flea-bags!" He snarled. Quaxo heard a deep growl from Jerrie out in the crowd. Quaxo glared daggers at his father.
"What have you done with her? If you return her now, we leave without destroying your little army." He growled. Macavity laughed.
"I have so many more cats then there are here." He cackled madly. "What's a few worthless flea-bags? I can always find more." He snarled. Quaxo heard growls and hisses ripple through the Hench-cats and he felt a sudden flash of victory.
"I'd watch my tongue if I were you. Those 'flea-bags' can turn on you in a heartbeat." Quaxo growled. Macavity rolled his eyes with a distasteful huff. Quaxo smirked suddenly and turned taking off up the stairs and running towards Macavity's room. He vanished as he heard Macavity pursuing him and he reappeared in the room…In the corner by the desk…low and behold was Teazer, trembling in a tiny cat carrier. She was sobbing and he raced to her and ripped open the cage. At that moment Macavity appeared in the room and Quaxo whirled to face him.
"You little bastard! How dare you keep defying me!" Macavity snarled in fury. Quaxo narrowed his eyes…A sudden gentle voice entered his ears. He nodded subtly, understanding what he must do. He faced his father boldly. The words spilled before he could stop them. But perhaps that was ok.
"Faithfulness asked me to tell Regret that she still loves him!" He stated quietly, near inaudibly but voice full of understanding and intent. Macavity's eyes widened in absolute shock before they narrowed in fury and…well he kept switching from sadness to confusion to rage.
"How did you…you…HOW DARE YOU!" He roared, springing at his son. Quaxo nimbly rolled to one side and he whirled, and slammed his confused kin into the desk. He then leaped for Teazer and touched her. She vanished back to the Junkyard. Quaxo turned and reappeared in the main area where cats still fought furiously.
"Jellicle's! Mission is a success! Return home immediately!" He yowled. The Jellicle cats turned, surging from the building in a tide…as one they twined tails with someone near them and Quaxo leaped after them touching the last cat out with a paw…They all vanished, and there was a large and tight collision in the door of the warehouse. The fighting did not stop in the Jellicle cats' absence. It was only just beginning...
The rest of the Jellicle's tumbled into the yard all at once, and Quaxo lay panting violently. Munkustrap scrambled up and rushed over to Quaxo. He pressed his nose against the young tom's cheek.
"Thank you." He breathed. Quaxo nodded without opening his eyes and lay for a moment before the larger tom helped him to his paws.
"No problem." he muttered finally. He sat down and looked around. He spotted Jenny but could not see Teazer.
"Jenny!" He called. The she-cat bustled over.
"What is it?" She asked, out of breath.
"Where is she?" He breathed. Jenny wordlessly pointed a paw towards her own den and then went about helping cats. Jenny's expression terrified him...
Quaxo raced across the clearing, dodging cats and leaped into the infirmary. He went straight to a bed where Teazer lay shivering. He gasped softly and gently touched her paw. She snapped upright with a gasp of fear, but as soon as she saw it was Quaxo, the trembling queen practically fell into his paws. He held her close as she sobbed violently…Her body was covered in fresh wounds, bruises showing through her multi-colored fur. She still shivered and refused to move from his paws but he was ok with that.
"What happened?" He whispered. A shudder passed through her.
"He beat me…hurt me…said things…and he….he…." She shivered and let out a sob. Quaxo gripped her tighter suddenly feeling rage boil from within.
"Tell me he didn't." He breathed. Teazer nodded against his shoulder and he felt the anger rise…Oh how it burned. It ignited with him and showed no signs of dying out. He simply held the queen close to him, his paws shaky, and tears in his own eyes…He could smell her blood…and the dark musty scent of Macavity that was still clinging to her. It only made him angrier.
Suddenly there was a screech of terror from the clearing…And very suddenly all the cats whom had been locked up burst into Jenny's den with Jenny herself. Quaxo heard a loud snarl of fury, and his own fury burned brighter. He barged out of the den to see Macavity standing on the Tire, fire in his eyes. The queens were moving the kits into dens, but the toms lined up in front of the rest of the tribe and faced the tall, lanky ginger fiend. Quaxo raced to stand in front of Munkustrap and the other toms. Macavity's eyes instantly zeroed in on the small tux and Quaxo glared right back.
"Get out!" Quaxo spat. Macavity glared with hatred, digging his long claws into the Tire.
"You piece of shit! You let all my prisoners go, you sent my Hench-cats into a full out riot amongst themselves and set many of them against me, you foiled my plans, and you dared speak my third name out loud, and dared to bring Her up! I'll fucking rip your throat out you little bastard!" Macavity roared in fury.
[I told you there was going to be swearing…I am new to putting such vulgar in my writing, so please don't get mad at me…This should be the worst part…so yeah…Macavity is completely pissed.]
Quaxo hissed in anger and hatred.
"You set them against yourself when you were so stupid as to say they were worthless you fool! Don't you dare waltz in here and threaten me!" Quaxo growled authoritatively. It was a menacing and dangerous tone no Jellicle had heard him use and frankly it both terrified them and left them in a state of awe. He sounded so much like his father in that moment...Macavity glared back with equal loathing and snarled.
"I am not threatening. I am carrying out all the previous threats!" He hissed. Suddenly there was a deep and familiar voice.
"Son! Stop this!" The voice demanded. Deuteronomy appeared, and moved to stand beside Quaxo. "This is not you…Plato. Do not let your mother's death rule your life any longer." The old tom cat meowed firmly. Macavity faltered for the tiniest of heartbeats then his eyes narrowed.
"How dare you speak of mother old tom?! You are a traitor to her and all of us! First you cheated on her…" Macavity ranted. Deuts eyes hardened and filled with pain and anger.
"Enough." He ordered in a deep and angry tone. But Macavity continued.
"Then you lied to her…"
"Enough."
"Then you did not want Tugger. Told mom to give him to someone else."
"Enough…" Duet's tone was getting angrier and angrier.
"Then you refused to avenge her death and let murderers wander willy nilly without doing anything…"
"Enough."
"And on top of that you spit on her name while you sit around on your ass all day and don't even give her a second thought, don't regret what you did. 'oh look at my old fat ass…maybe I will chat up some queens….maybe I will play with useless kittens, maybe I will bestow my 'awesome and amazing' all holy power upon the youth, because I am so fucking great and almighty and I deserve this life of idol!'" Macavity mocked his fathers tone…
Quaxo had never EVER seen Deut so angry. His face was a mask of rage, and he looked like he was about to snap…and he did.
"You fool! How dare you speak to me like that?! It was you who betrayed your mother! She always taught you that revenge was wrong, that you should never go seeking trouble, and she taught you never to kill! Do you think she is proud sitting up there watching you become a filthy no good, thieving, abusive, disgusting murderer?! I think not!" Deut roared. It was Macavity's turn to snap…Only there were no words. As he had spoken Deut inched away from the crowd towards his son, pointing and accusing paw.
Macavity lunged forwards, sinking his claws into Deuteronomy's throat and ripping violently. The old cats eyes widened in terror and shock as blood sprayed across Macavity and the Junk behind him. Then with a gasp Deut fell to the ground and went limp, the light slowly beginning to fade from his eyes. Three voices rose above the others in the Junkyard, a wail of anger and heartbreak, shattering the still afternoon. Munkustrap, Tugger and Quaxo's agony rose past the others and suddenly it was war. Time slowed down as toms surged towards Macavity who stared briefly at the blood on his paw before he jerked back avoiding an attack from Munkustrap…Quaxo stood over Deuteronomy and lifted his head wailing his grief to the sky. Suddenly it darkened and thunder rumbled loudly…
Deut groaned on the ground and Quaxo jumped and looked down at him. Deut stared up at him.
"Y…Yo..u..you…k…know...the…right thi…thing t…to do…" He rasped, blood bubbling on his lips. "T…Tell m…my b..boys th…that I…that I love them…and….and…tell T…Tug…*cough*..the…that I'm sorry…" Deut rasped, gasping and choking. Quaxo nodded, tears in his eyes…then Deuts head fell still and the light forever left his eyes. Quaxo reached out and closed them before turning his enraged eyes towards Macavity. The ginger tom was fighting hard, throwing Jellicle's this way and that, and shooting magical energy at them. None could get very far battling him. Quaxo let out a furious roar and leaped over Deut's lifeless form. He raced towards Macavity and before the tom could react he slammed into him, driving him against the Tire. Macavity snarled in fury and flung the Tuxedo cat away with a hefty swipe of his paw. The other Jellicle's suddenly backed off…this was their battle now...The two toms began dancing around one another, hatred in their eyes. Music seemed to ring out through the building storm where there was now.
"No matter how many times that you told me you wanted to leave." Quaxo and Macavity sung in sync, beginning a furious and passionate dance.
"No matter how many breaths that you took, you still couldn't breathe." Macavity sung.
"No matter how many nights that you lie wide awake to the sound of poison rain," Quaxo sung back, circling his opponent.
"Where did you go? Where did you go? Where did you go?" The two sung together again.
"As days go by, the night's on fire" The tribe sung
"Tell me would you kill to save a life?" Macavity sung, taunting the tux.
"Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?" Quaxo sang back angry.
"Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn
This hurricane's chasing us all underground" The tribe sung.
"No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget" Quaxo sung, eyes narrowed, thinking of all the pain.
"No matter how many lives that I live, I will never regret" Macavity spat back, defying his very third name.
"There is a fire inside of this heart
And a riot about to explode into flames" Quaxo sung passionately remembering the hench-cats and living in the moment.
"Where is your God? Where is your God? Where is your God?" Macavity spat in song.
"Ooooooo-ooohhh Ooooooo-ooohhh" the tribe chorused.
"Do you really want...
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead,
Or alive to torture for my sins?" Macavity sung furiously.
"Do you really want...
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead,
Or alive to live a lie?" Quaxo sung back.
"Tell me would you kill to save a life?" Macavity demanded
"Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?" Quaxo replied.
"Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn
This hurricane's chasing us all underground" The tribe sung.
"The promises we made were not enough" Quaxo sung, thinking of Teazer, and his promise to Jerrie earlier that day.
"(Never play the game again)" The tribe breathed.
"The prayers that we have prayed were like a drug" Macavity responded.
"(Never gonna hit the air)" The tribe whispered.
"The secrets that we sold were never known" Quaxo sung.
"(Never sing a song for you)" The tribe murmured.
"The love we had, the love we had, we had to let it go." Macavity and Quaxo sang together. The thoughts of both toms lingered on Likia.
"(Never giving in again, Never giving in again)" The tribe sang.
"Tell me would you kill to save a life?" Macavity sung.
"Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?" Quaxo sung.
"Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn
This hurricane's chasing us all underground" The tribe replied.
"Whoa, This hurricane" Quaxo sung.
"Whoa, This hurricane" Macavity sung.
"Whoa, This hurricane" Both chorused.
"Whoa" Quaxo sung.
"Do you really want...
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead,
Or alive to torture for my sins?" Macavity sung.
"Do you really want...
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead,
Or alive to live a lie?" Quaxo echoed. The music still raged overhead as Quaxo leaped at Macavity, and the ginger tom did so likewise. They crashed and their magic flared around their bodies, eyes glowing in fury. Quaxo felt his long claws digging into his body, but he sank his into Macavity's as well. Suddenly there was a screech. A few Hench-cats surged into the clearing and Quaxo realized with horror that Teazer had emerged and she was leaped on by a lanky black and yellow patched tom.
"No!" Quaxo yowled, distracted. Macavity observed this and reacting swiftly, raced towards the calico queen, grasping her by the scruff and lifting her, shaking the other tom off like a flea. Macavity pressed a claw close to her throat, and Quaxo gasped. "Stop!" He howled. The clearing suddenly fell dead silent. All eyes were on Macavity. Quaxo narrowed his eyes, standing in front of the tom. "Let. Her. Go." He hissed, low and deadly. Macavity narrowed his eyes.
"Why should I do anything for you? I am going to kill her just like the rest of your pathetic Jellicle friends." Macavity cackled…Anger still built up in Quaxo and he snarled deeper and louder.
"Let. Her. Go!" He roared.
"Why?!" Macavity roared back.
"Because I love her!" Quaxo yowled back, his eyes narrowing further. Macavity's eyes widened in shock. There were muted gasps around the clearing, and Teazer's eyes suddenly locked onto Quaxo. He stared back at her, his mouth hanging open in shock of his own…What in Everlasting had driven him to say that out loud? Macavity's grip loosened slightly in his surprise and Teazer jerked from his grip, stumbling towards Quaxo. Macavity snarled in absolute fury and launched himself at her. Quaxo launched himself at Macavity in turn and drove the tom away from Teazer, sending him rolling across the clearing. He raced after, his paws quick as lightning as he beat back his own father. But suddenly Macavity whirled and seized his throat, throwing him against an old cupboard. Quaxo hit, and slumped to the ground dazed.
"No!" Came a sudden yowl in the crowd. Tugger launched himself out of the group and slammed into Macavity…only seconds of tussling and Macavity had the inexperienced Tugger by the throat, his claws digging in. Quaxo shook his head and scrambled to his paws, staring in shock at Macavity. Macavity's fur was stuck straight out everywhere, and he was panting, and there was an wild, insane look in his eyes.
"Stop!" Quaxo gasped, suddenly freezing.
"Stay back!" Macavity hissed madly, backing up a few steps, and looking at different cats, his head whipping back and forth wildly. Then he froze and his eyes locked on Quaxo who paced forwards a few steps.
"Macavity. Stop. Let Tugger go." Quaxo said quietly, almost pleadingly. Macavity snarled.
"No…All the shit this tribe has done over the years…you kicked me out because I was protecting the tribe…no…no more…I'm sorry brother…I wanted you even when no one else did…but now no one else can have you." He meowed in a very strange tone. Tugger stared up at him with huge eyes, but then with a swift movement of his paw, he drew his claws across Tugger's throat. Time seemed to slow as Tugger fell to the ground, blood pouring from the savage wound.
"NOOOOOOO!" Quaxo screamed. He launched himself at Macavity, and magic shot from his paws, hitting Macavity straight in the chest. The ginger tabby collapsed with a gasp, and Quaxo leaped onto him, pinning him and digging his claws into his throat…But as his claws sunk in every memory the ginger tom had possessed came flooding back to him…From the time he was a kit to the time he was an adult…The flashbacks and assault of memories hit hard and fast, and Quaxo gasped, eyes rolling back into his head.
Many years ago…
Brit: Ok…That was seriously intense…errmm...the song was Hurricane by 30 Seconds To Mars. Mac backstory up next!