A.N.- It's me again! With another update (duh!) Yeah, not much to say. Read on!
Munkustrap looked around his cold cell and bit at his bindings once again.
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Why where they so tight? And why couldn't he bite through them? He stopped trying when his gums started to bleed.
He tried to stretch his blood soaked paws and managed to dig the bindings in even further.
"This is unfair," he thought. He didn't even do anything! One moment he was wrestling with the kits, and the next he was in this cell, with it's uneven stone slab as it's floor, and the boulder covering the entrance.
There was hardly any light, but that posed no problem for Munkustrap. He tried to get a sense of where he was. Was he in jail? Exile? Did the Junkyard even have a jail or an exile? Was he even in the junkyard? He could be 20 miles away and not know it.
It was so silent in here, so eerie. Any move he made seemed to be amplified by a hundred.
He tried swishing his tail around, but soon realized he couldn't. It had been bound too.
How long had he been in here? The last time he remembered was midday, but that didn't help him. It could be hours later! Even days! But they couldn't put him in here for days, could they? Could they? Would they?
He decided to stop thinking about the present and start thinking about the past.
Why was he in here?
"Let's see, I got up, went to eat, played hide and seek, wrestled, Jenny yelled at me, the kits laughed, I got-"
Oh, yeah. He got angry. Angry at the kits for laughing at them. He dimly remembered lunging and then everything got hazy.
Then he heard it.
CRACK!
He stopped fidgeting, and listened.
CRACK!
"Hello?" He called out, and hearing nothing but his echo in return.
CRACK!
"Who's there?" He shouted, surprised at how meek his voice sounded.
CRACK!
The noise sounded different, like it didn't belong. He listened harder.
CRACK!
"That's it," he thought, "there's no echo."
He clearly heard his echo when he spoke those words, and he was speaking softly. So why didn't the noise have an echo?
Did that mean that the noise...was in his head?
CRACK!
Even louder this time, Munkustrap almost flinched.
Suddenly, all hell broke loose.
Gasp! Another cliff hanger! What will happen? Sorry this chapter is so choppy, I wrote it when I was tired, but I'm too lazy to fix it. Remember, R & R, and you will make me a very happy fanfictionite! Hope ya liked it so far!