Chapter Three: Determination


A/N: This is again written from Munkustrap's POV. The parts that are italicized are not Munkustrap's thoughts, they are narrative inserts.Munkustrap lets out a cry of frustration and flings the object from on top of him, standing instantaneously, watching the wooden frame clatter to the floor.


Well, Pouncival's rocking chair, I should have guessed, we were standing in that corner of the Junkyard when the explosion startled us. Wait a minute now . . . we . . . as in Demeter and me . . . Demeter . . . where's Demeter . . .

A distant whimper caused Munkustrap's ear to twitch.

"Demeter?" he whispered.

He looked around frantically trying to locate where the sound originally emanated from. He continuously called out her name, running through the wreckage, flipping over tarnished furniture and other junkyard materials while he went.

"Demeter, keep talking! I need to know where you are!" he shouted.

The blood running down my fur is warm . . . there's so much of it. I hope Demeter is looking better than I am. My head is spinning and my vision seems blurred. What's wrong with me?

He jerks his head to control himself. He takes a brief moment to breathe and slow the anxiety from spreading any farther through his mind than it previously had.

Now, I need to find Demeter. She could be hurt worse than I am so I must focus! She needs me . . .

He kept moving as the whimpering increased in volume, signaling that he was getting closer.

Just keep going . . . ignore pain . . . find Demeter . . . anxiety . . .

He found himself by the oven that was littered with torn papers and clothing. He swiftly began removing the items, digging and throwing things from the site absentmindedly. He discovered the junkyard floor without a trace of Demeter. The thought that he wasted his energy on the wrong location made his chest ache.

I know she's here somewhere . . . she just has to be. I'll just keep looking. Don't give up yet!

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In the shadows, Macavity scampered off to his lair. Now that survivors were discovered, his plan would have to be altered. But the length of time they would survive would not be accounted for in his calculations . . .


A/N: Ok, so . . . review? =P