Quaxo's Secret Tale
By: Brittglamorra
Part 13

Macavity's Not There

Brit: Holy heck, that last chapter was intense…I hope you know I stayed up till 4:30 in the morning to finish that chapter and get it uploaded. Anyways. These next few chapters will be mostly Mac's memories. Please enjoy.

"Plato!" Bellowed Dellalora. She shook her head as her mischievous red tom-kit raced to her.

"Ya momma?!" He mewled excitedly. She grinned warmly.

"You silly kitten." She purred. "You have confused Gus terribly." She laughed. Gus meanwhile was circling the yard, calling out to the others.

"Princess Ella is coming!" he howled. He continued to look around for her majesty's white Persian cat that he had been told was to visit the Jellicles today. The other cats simply looked at him and shook their heads.

"I'm sorry momma." He purred, but Dell could tell he was not completely. Suddenly he was rolling across the yard in a tumble of dust, red and silver.

"Munkustrap!" Plato yowled joyfully.

"Got you Plato!" the silver tabby laughed in reply.

"Not yet!" Plato laughed. He rolled and tumbled with his brother until both lay on their backs, panting and laughing.

"Oh! I'm pooped!" Munk laughed.

"Me too." Plato replied. The two laughed before suddenly a shadow fell over them.

"Come on my little toms. Time to go in for a bath and dinner." Dellalora purred. Grumbling the two of them followed their mother inside. They greeted their father, Deuteronomy warmly. He nuzzled each of them in turn.

"Bath boys!" Dellalora called. Her beautiful long white and red streaked coat gleamed in the lamplight within the den and the two toms kits followed her in.

…

Later that evening Plato was curled up at his mother's side, milk on his breath, and purring wearily. Munk was already asleep and Plato was nearly asleep. It was then that there was a light knock at the den door. Deut rose to his paws in confusion and walked to the door. He opened it…and let out a gasp.

"Grizzabella?!" he exclaimed. "What is this?!" He demanded. The pretty black queen shoved past him and Plato felt his mother stiffen and slip away from him. Plato cracked open one eye and saw that the queen held a tiny golden tom with a large mane in her jaws. It was still damp from being born, and not being two weeks old like Plato and Munkustrap, his eyes were not open. Dell padded to stand next to her mate, facing the queen.

"Grizabella. I told you that I only forgive you because you agreed to leave us alone and Deut apologized for your affair." She growled.

"I need your help. This is his." She meowed through fur. Dell stiffened in absolute shock and she stared incredulously at the queen.

"You…how…"

"I didn't know. I showed no signs, and just randomly had this tonight. I have to say it was hell." She meowed bluntly. Meanwhile Deut had stared in absolute shock at the queen and kit, horror written on his features. Then suddenly as none had seen before or ever would again he exploded.

"No! You will get no help from me!" he snarled in fury. His first love stared at him in shock.

"But..." She stammered.

"No! Get out of my den!" he raged. She shrunk back and slowly a look of fury and bitterness masked her pretty dark grey face.

"Fine. I am leaving the junkyard forever. But I do not want this. You keep it." She dropped the kitten at his paws. She began to turn away when Dell stepped forwards and halted beside the other queen, shock and concern on her face. The queens had been best friends until that affair.

"Surely you do not hate your kit?" she asked softly.

"No. I love him with all my heart, but he will fare better here than on the streets. I am not wanted here so I shall leave and lead a life of glamour." She meowed softly. The other queen sighed.

"Good bye Bella." She whispered.

"His name is Rum Tum Tugger." She muttered. And turning away from everything she held dear, her life, she left the den and left the junkyard, forever.

With a sigh Dell turned and glanced at the tiny kit.

"Give it to Jenny or Jelly." Deut muttered gruffly.

"No. I will raise him." She meowed. Deut looked surprised.

"I'm sorry Dell. I never meant for any of this to happen. You don't have to do it." He meowed softly.

"I want to. No kit deserves to be left unwanted or unloved. He is Plato and Munk's brother." She sighed. She lifted the kit and padded back over to her nest. She curled around her kits.

Plato let out a quiet purr as her warmth settled around him. He blinked open bright blue eyes as he felt something warmer press against him and tremble a bit.

The tiny golden tom trembled against him, and feeling a surge of protectiveness Plato curled around his little brother. Dell watched, and smiled warmly. Then she curled her head around her three kits and fell into a happy sleep.

Deut watched his mate and kits sleeping in the pile of old faded blankets. He failed to understand ho his mate was oh so forgiving, and loving. But regardless it was one of the reasons he loved her so much. With a contented and slightly guilty sigh he curled around his family and fell asleep, pondering over the family he had promised to Grizabella all those years ago but had given to her best friend instead. How he still loved her, but loved Dell more. How she had just given up the family she had always spoke so dreamily of. With a sigh he drifted into black nothingness, asleep beyond thought.

…..

Plato rolled and tumbled with his brothers. He skillfully dodged about and then suddenly ran into the broad back of an older tom.

"Watch it kit!" Growled the tom who could only be a tiny bit older than him. Some other kits crowded around, and Tugger and Munk came up behind him and sat.

"So you are Old Deuts mangy heirs!" he growled. He glared directly at Plato. "Man, you're a scrawny little thing. What is your name?" he growled. Plato was becoming distressed. Why was this cat being so mean?

"Shut up you bully!" Tugger declared. The tom turned his scornful gaze to the kit and looked him up and down.

"And you must be the unwanted one." He grunted. A look of confused sadness crossed Tugger's face and Plato felt an unimaginable fury burn through him.

"How dare you! He is wanted by all!" He snarled. The older tom shoved his face into Plato's raunchy breath billowing in his face.

"Did I ask you runt?" He snarled. Plato shoved his face into the other tom's.

"You screw with my brother and you screw with me!" He snarled. Even though he was tiny the deadliness in his voice sent a unwanted shiver down the black and white striped toms spine. But he held fast. He swatted the kit in the face.

"Get out of my way runt!" He snarled. Plato stumbled back but then swung back and ripped his claws across the older toms face. The two fell into a writhing ball of red white and black. Deut ran forwards to break the kits apart as well as Jenny's father, Jacklelinfty, but both halted in obvious shock as they noticed Plato was beating the tom into the dirt quiet violently, and the other tom was no match for Deuts eldest son, though he was a runt.

Black and white fur flew about as the red whirlwind beat him back. Plato panted lightly in fury as he bashed his rivals head into the dirt. The tom cried out in pain and writhed as Plato beat him senseless. With a yowl of triumph Plato stood over the yielding black and white tabby, a bit of the other tom's blood dripping from his jaws and his little blue eyes glaring with anger. Deut padded up in shock and nudged his son.

"Come on now little guy…let Admetus up now." He meowed gently. Plato snapped out of it and looked up at his father in shame.

"I…I'm sorry. I just…he made me so mad because he called Tugger the unwanted one." Plato meowed. Deut shot a glare at the black and white tabby.

"Admetus. We will speak about your behavior when you have recovered." He snarled. He then lifted his son and swept the other two along with his long brown tail.

"Come along sons. Let us go see your momma." He declared. Plato glared at Admetus as he was carried away and the black and white tabby stared back at him from scared pale blue eyes.

…...

Weeks passed by without more incident and the kittens grew steadily stronger and bigger. Tugger was even becoming handsome, and it appeared as if the tom would outgrow Munkustrap, but most certainly not tall and lean Plato. It was the day his mother was killed that something snapped inside of Plato…

He stood over the body of his mother as Deuteronomy sobbed into her fur…Munk, Talus and Tugger were pressed against her body sobbing…But Plato did not cry…There were tears in his glassy eyes but they refused to fall. Bitterness was raging in his heart and it was insatiable. Rage flamed through him and he wanted nothing more than to tear his claws into the body of the fiend whom had done this…Three queens murdered…He drew back his lips in fury and then grief overcame him in a rush…He crouched at his mother's head and buried his face in her shoulder fur. He sobbed silently, and his heart broke…But this would be the last time Plato would ever cry…for a very long time…

Months passed in a blur…The only comfort Plato found was in Likia, his queen-friend…The day he was banished was a terrible day…

Plato, Munk, Tugger, Talus, Alonzo, Likia, Bomba, and Deme were laying in the clearing…all looked rather depressed, and would not play. Plato was glaring bitterly at the ground, the ever present pain in his eyes. Likia was pressed close to him, while Munk watched her with pain in his eyes. Deme was watching too, her eyes sad. Bomba, Tugger and Alonzo did nothing, simply squeezing their eyes shut. Admetus was nearby watching Alonzo with troubled eyes, but not going near to the group. After a long pause Plato stood and snarled.

"We need to go and kill that bastard that killed mother, and Hilli and Jenko!" He snarled furiously. Munk's eyes widened with fear and Tugger leaped up pressing close to his brother. Plato visibly relaxed, but his tail still lashed.

"Plato! Father said he would have no choice but to banish you if you kept talking like that! He said no violence in this tribe. We do not need to kill to win our battles!" Munk said quietly, looking around with wide eyes. Plato's paws sparked.

"Aeron killed three of us! Our mothers! Do you not see?!" He hissed furiously. "If we don't kill him he will kill more of us!" He snarled. His voice had alerted attention, and Talus stood up and faced the magical tom.

"Be quiet Plato! We are all grieving but we are not talking of murder!" he hissed quietly. Plato snarled furiously, rage in his eyes.

"Shut up! You don't know anything! Your mother abandoned you and Likia when you were kits! She left you to die! You would not understand!" He snarled. Talus winced, and looked away pain and anger in his heart.

"I do understand. Hilli was our mother. Blood does not matter." Talus muttered.

"Blood means everything!" Plato snarled. Talus blinked, narrowing his eyes in fury.

"No it means nothing! Family is about love, not blood!" Talus spat. Plato snapped….He leaped through the air and landed on Talus. Likia leaped to her paws.

"Plato!" She shrieked fearfully. But the tom was in a blind rage. He tore his claws across Talus's flank. Talus howled in pain, but refused to fight back, simply pushing his paws against Plato to try to get away from him. Anger tore through him….Then suddenly Plato was swinging through open air, his paws churning furiously. Deut stood there, Plato clutched in his jaws, but as soon as the fiery tom realized who it was he went limp and Deut dropped him, glaring down furiously at the kit. The tribe stood clustered around. Skimble was there too, but he was young, only a young adult. The rest of the tribe began to gather around, some faces familiar, others not. Talus was crouched on the ground trembling a little. Munk padded to his best friends side, and looked at his brother through wide eyes. Plato was panting, realizing what he had done, his eyes widened. Deut spoke up finally.

"Plato. You have gone too far this time! I am sorry but there can be no more acceptances. You may be my son but I must think about the good of the tribe. From this day forwards you are banished! You will no longer be allowed anywhere in or around Jellicle territory, nor will you be allowed to interact with the tribe members. If you are caught on the territory you will be treated as an enemy. Now go Plato." Deut growled…there was anger in his eyes but it only hid and unbearable anguish. The tribe looked on silently and grimly.

"Noooo! P…please give him another chance!" Tugger suddenly cried out, launching towards his brother and standing between the tall ginger tom and his father. He stared up through pleading eyes. Deut simply shook his head.

"I'm sorry Rummy. He has had too many chances." Deut meowed. Tugger whirled towards his brother.

"No! Plato! Promise him you won't do it again! Please you have to stay!" The young tom kit squeaked desperately. Plato shook his head, hiding his sadness, and replacing it with anger.

"No. I'm leaving. If dad does not give a damn about mom then fine. I don't wanna stay around here." He growled quietly. Likia stepped forwards. Plato looked at her, his eyes softening considerably.

"I'm going with him." She meowed, glaring around challengingly. No cat questioned her, but several had sad looks in their eyes. Deut sighed.

"You will be treated as an enemy too." He murmured quietly. She nodded.

"Likia?" Talus murmured, eyes wide and sad. She smiled sadly at both Deut and Talus.

"I'm sorry and I understand. But…I love him. I won't stay here without him." She murmured. Deut nodded in understanding and Talus bowed his head in acceptance, sadness in his eyes. But Tugger piped up again.

"I'm leaving too!" He yowled desperately. Deut's eyes narrowed.

"That is where I draw the line. You must stay Rummy." He growled. Tugger glared up at him.

"You can't stop me!" He snarled. Deut shook his head.

"You foolish kit. You cannot go." Deut growled. Tugger snorted and turned his back on his father, marching over to Plato. Plato was staring at Munk instead, who looked utterly lost. Then he looked down at Tugger.

"No. You can't come with me." He meowed firmly. Tugger flinched.

"What? But she is going with you!" He spat. Plato squeezed his eyes closed then opened them, a new fire within.

"No! I DON'T WANT YOU!" He snarled furiously. Tugger stared up with huge blue eyes that filled with tears. Then he turned and ran towards the den his loud sobs echoing after him. Plato narrowed his eyes and turned away from the tribe. He felt genuine pain at what he had just done to his little brother…

"Goodbye Plato." Deuteronomy murmured quietly. Plato looked over his shoulder.

"Goodbye father. And by the way, the name is Macavity." He said quietly. The ginger tom vanished from the clearing, leaving a grieved tribe behind….

For days Plato….errr…Macavity traveled with Likia all about London, seeking out this fiend Aeron whom had killed his mother…His anger grew each day and the only thing that kept him level headed was Likia. She was the cool breeze that rushed over him each time the burning pain of anger overtook him. It was nearly a month later when their friend Griddlebone found them. She joined them in their quest if you could call it that. It was months later when the three friends one day heard a rumor from a street cat. A rumor as to the whereabouts of Aeron's hideout…Apparently it was closer to the Junkyard than any of the three friends had imagined. They retraced their steps across London bent on discovering their foes after all that time.

Three days later they found their foe…And three days later, they found themselves broken, bruised, bloody, and beaten in cells….All three were put in separate cells…Macavity was furious and filled with hate…He had imagined finding Aeron and sinking his claws into him but he had not expected the vast army behind the tom cat…Macavity, despite his powers had, had no chance against Aeron's forces…And now they were tortured relentlessly thought none of the four had seen Aeron since they had attacked the warehouse. And they wouldn't.

Two more months passed by and the torture was driving Macavity mad with pain and anger. More and more Hench-cats who came to deal him his punishment, and yes…Every sort of torture was inflicted…Macavity lost his innocence to some random tom, these Hench-cats continued to be killed…Macavity couldn't take it anymore. And not just himself but the other two he had come here with…He had not seen them since they had arrived, and yet he heard their cries of terror and pain each day…and it tore him apart inside…One day he took a stand…

That day a guard had come in to beat him as usual…or perhaps do something worse, he never knew, for the cat had no chance…He lunged lightning fast and sunk his claws into this toms throat before he could so much as close the door, and threw him out it. The ragged brown toms throat gushed blood everywhere and any guards in the hall yelled in anger and terror…Their prisoner had escaped…Macavity was out the door in a flash with a loud yowl of rage, and any and all cats that came near him fell beneath his claws almost instantly. He felt cold satisfaction well inside him as hot blood soaked his fur, none of it his own. He was ruthless and relentless and soon the Hench-cats began to back away from him…He was still surrounded on all sides, yes but no cat dared waste their forces just to capture him…Instead Aeron, the fiend of London was summoned and he stalked into the room, fire in his eyes. This tom was huge…Much large than Macavity, with ragged Smokey grey with hints of brown shot through his fur. He had a white bib, and he had black paws, tail tip, and ear tips. He also had a nasty looking scar over one eye. He glared at the tom with furious dark vibrant blue eyes, and his tail lashed.

"You killed my mother." Macavity snarled…The tom winced but Macavity believed he had imagined it. Aeron glared at him angrily.

"Why have I been hearing that a lot from you worthless Jellicle's. That attack was a mistake you fool. No Jellicle has been harmed since then, until you decided to waltz in here and attack me." He snarled furiously. His accent was some weird mix of Spanish and Scottish. Macavity's eyes narrowed, disbelieving.

"You're a piece of shit Pollicle and I am going to rip your throat out." Macavity snarled, the pain of the last few months rushing in all at once and fueling the anger. Aeron scoffed and snarled.

"Fine kitten. Come and get me." Aeron snarled. He stepped into the ring of Hench-cats, and with a swipe of a glowing magical paw, all the bodies were pushed aside. Macavity drew back his lips in a snarl and heard Likia and Griddlebone calling out to him from somewhere. He let their pain fuel his anger too and he lunged at Aeron…He knew Aeron would dodge, he just did, so at the last second he puled up and rolled sideways, catching Aeron by the throat, and ripped it clean out…The Fiend Of London was dead in an instant and Hench-cats drew back in fear and shock…The battle was over before it even began…Aeron lay on the floor, blood pooling from his torn throat, and his vibrant dark blue eyes staring sightlessly. Cats were terrified because it had taken nothing from the ginger tom to kill the fiend, while so many before him had tried and failed. They began bowing around him as he growled.

"You listen to me now. I'm in charge here! Now…you!" Macavity pointed a long claw at one ragged black Hench-cat. "How many cats are in these cells?" He snarled. The cat swallowed and trembled.

"F…four others sir." He meowed trembling. Macavity nodded.

"Bring them all to me immediately." He ordered. The tom rushed away with a few others and opened cells. The two cells closest to his contained Griddlebone and Likia. They were in terrible condition, beaten and bruised, blood staining their fur…He watched as they made their way through the cats, and halted in front of him. He stretched out his arms and they rushed to him, pressing close. He glared over their heads and observed the next two cats…one was a large brown tabby tom with sharp greenish-yellow eye and one milky bloodshot one, that had deep wounds through it, and scarring over it and a heavy limp. His good eye was filled with fierce hatred, but as he met Macavity's gaze he nodded his head, and respect entered it….Then…Macavity froze in complete and utter shock and horror…There, scrawny, but very tall now, and marred, but clearly stunningly handsome, was the Rum Tum Tugger himself…His head was hanging and his eyes were closed…he almost seemed barely alive…Macavity let go of the two queens and rushed over, his face a mask of horror. The Hench-cats scrambled away from him…of course the damned Aeron had lied.

"T…Tugger?" Macavity gasped. The tom's head rose weakly and he looked at his brother with confusion and then some happiness.

"P...Plato?" He breathed. Macavity nodded and grabbed his brother as he slumped towards the floor…He lifted him off the floor and snarled at the Hench-cats.

"Don't just stand there! You two, go find me the healer, you show me to my new room, these three are coming with me. The rest of you clean up these bodies." Macavity ordered, walking past the others, and following the ragged red she-cat that led him towards his new place…

The room was large and spacious and had five different bedrooms branching from it that could only be accessed through his room. He lay Tugger on the bed with blue sheets, and looked at his other three guests.

"You three can sit up there on the bed. I will have the Healer look at you soon." He growled briskly. At that moment a couple of Hench-cats led a tall and very pale golden she-cat into the room. She was slender and had sassy purplish colored eyes. Macavity narrowed his eyes. "Heal him." He ordered. The queen shot him a glare before she went to Tugger and began treating him…She had some kind of strange mystic abilities and Macavity watched with wide eyes as the wounds vanished from Tugger's body and he fattened up slightly…but not enough…When she was done she pulled back.

"There. He is going to be fine." She said coldly. Macavity glared at her.

"Now do them." He growled, pointing to the others…She did as was told, then healed him and left the room with the Hench-cats…Macavity gave each cat one of the branching rooms and learned that the brown tom was called Growltiger. They settled in and Macavity began his life of crime…

Weeks passed by. Tugger had recovered the next morning and Macavity had ordered a couple cats to escort him back to the junkyard, much to the said-toms fury. But Macavity was not lenient. He wanted his brother by his side…but he did not want Tugger to turn into what he was now...Likia and Griddlebone soon gained all lost weight and then maintained a healthy one, as did Macavity. The warehouse was whipped into shape, and soon became better and more organized than it had ever been with Aeron. The schemes and crimes were pulled off without a trace of evidence, where when Aeron was around they would fail almost every time…Macavity was proud of his new status…He wanted a name for himself and Griddlebone voted for The Napoleon of Crime, and Likia The Hidden Paw. He liked his closest friend's choices and decided to use both. And so a new villain was created…

Macavity steadily rose in power, each plot becoming more detailed and elaborate. Cats knew all three of his names and trembled at them. He and Likia became mates…but he was starting to resent her presence…it calmed him far too much for his liking and cats were beginning to murmur that he was becoming so soft he would leave his success and title if she asked him…and so his resentment grew and an anger overpowered his love for her…Over the years he became more sinister, sadistic, insane, and dangerous…He did not spend time with Likia as he once had…But the love was there, hidden deep in his heart…trapped like an innocent kitten in his clutches. His third name haunted him continuously…He hated it yet understood it all at once. He did feel regret…For everything he had done, for everything others had done, for the lives lost beneath his claws…He hated himself for it but also felt a sense of accomplishment….Never had a Jellicle cat gone so bad….

Several years passed and things carried on like this…attacks on the Jellicle Junkyard were becoming more frequent and serious. And he was becoming more distant and cold…And he noticed that Likia had begun to draw away from him…but he didn't care…long ago something had snapped and locked away all feelings towards the black queen that had stuck with him through it all. One day everything in his life went downhill. It was the beginning of something so much bigger and more complicated and more heartbreaking than anything before…

Macavity was in his office, plotting out something when Likia padded into the room, her eyes wide and nervous. He looked up at her, as she entered and his brow furrowed…

"What?" He asked bluntly. She blinked and swallowed.

"Um…I have some news." She said, forcing a small smile. He looked up bemused.

"It had better be important…You know I hate to be disturbed while I am working." He snarled…She took a few more hesitant steps forwards and looked at him.

"I…I'm P…Pregnant." She said very quietly…Macavity had been writing and suddenly he froze and peered up at her…whatever had snapped was crumbling and it drove him into a furious rage.

"WHAT?! YOU STUPID FILTHY WHORE!" He sprang at her without warning and barrled her to the ground, striking her face over and over again, and hitting her, and forcing himself on her…she cried out in pain and fear over and over, and eventually whatever had been barricading his emotions in broke…They came flooding forwards and he stared down at her sobbing in complete horror.

"L…Likia…" She flinched away at his touch and he looked around desperately. Without pausing to think Macavity lifted her and walked down to the bottom floor, heading to the nearest empty cell and throwing her in, before slamming the door and fleeing…He did not notice the concern on the face of the little calico tabby she-cat Hench-cat as she peered into the cell. He simply pushed past her and raced away. He couldn't stand to see what he had done….

It was about three months later when a Hench-cat burst into his den and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Sir! Likia has escaped! She's missing sir!" The tom panted…Macavity lurched to his paws.

"What?! Get everyone out there now! Tell Stalor to stay here and watch the warehouse…Everyone else needs to get out now!" He ordered. The tom nodded and raced away. Macavity sprung clear over his desk and raced towards his door, rage and worry all across his features…That night three months ago his heart had begun to beat again…He did love her! He needed her! He raced out of the warehouse, and away into the night. Thunder rumbled in the distance and he suddenly realized he hated the weather in London….

Hours passed fruitlessly, and he was ready to give up…He just turned to walk down another alley when the smell of blood washed over him…It was mixed with the gritty stench of dirt, and alcohol…He realized this was the back of a humans bar…He crept cautiously forwards, a shadow invisible to all, and finally found her…

Macavity halted next to the black queen, who lay next to a trash can. His brow furrowed. Three tiny motionless bodies lay near the near-dead queen. He felt his heart wrench violently and it made him angry in response…He held back tears and spoke.

"You should have stayed with me when I told you to." He growled harshly. Likia blinked open remarkable pale blue eyes and looked up at him. His deep blue eyes were cold but inside he was breaking...He knew she would not live. With the last ounce of strength Likia uncurled. She revealed a tiny black kitten with white markings. She pushed the kit towards the towering tom. It was the only one still alive.

"Please…" She whispered. Then her head fell back onto the pavement and her eyes stared soullessly at the Macavity. He hissed once, and reached forwards closing her eyes. He shook his head irritably then glanced at the tiny black kitten at his paws. He could feel his heart battling…anger and pain…sadness and hatred…the love was still there, but as he glanced at the kit…He wrinkled his nose in disgust. It looked just like her…and it made his heart ache.

After staring at the kitten for a long time, Macavity lifted the kit awkwardly for he had never lifted a kit before. With a furious snort, overcome with pain, he padded towards the road. He stopped outside some shops and set the kit down. The tiny kit let out a tiny wail and bright startling green eyes peeled open and looked up into the cold blue ones.

"If you survive kid, then you deserve to live." Macavity hissed coldly. His heart jerked…His love was dead and that creature had weakened her…But so had Macavity. So with a heavy heart and a flick of his tail he turned and padded away, without ever looking back. He blocked out its desolate and desperate wails…His heart only wrenched funny as he walked past the still body of his mate and the dark starless sky above him cracked with a flash of light and rain began to pour down on London. Macavity stalked away through the rain, part of him never the same again…His regret and love were beginning to overwhelm him, but so was his anger and grief. And it made him all the more bitter…and all the more dangerous...

Brit: Well…That was intense…This is NOT the end of Macavity's own little tale…The next chapter will be about him too…Probably none after that. Oh well. I hope you liked this chapter…more soon.