A.N. Woah, it's been a long time! But don't worry, here's another chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own CATS.
WARNING! READ ALL OF THIS NOTICE! DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF GORE UPSETS YOU! I DID NOT GO EASY ON THE BLOOD, THE EXACT OPPOSITE. I WILL PUT A WARNING RIGHT BEFORE IT GETS BAD, SO YOU CAN READ UP UNTIL THAT POINT. IT GOES ON UNTIL THE END OF THE CHAPTER! I WILL ALSO PUT A LESS GORY SUMMARY AT THE END IN THE ENDING NOTE, SO PEOPLE CAN STILL GET THE INFO OF THIS CHAPTER, WITHOUT BEING GROSSED OUT! TO BE HONEST, I STAYED UP ALL NIGHT DEBATING WHETHER I SHOULD UPLOAD THIS OR NOT.
Rated M for violence, gore, and mild swearing.
Munkustrap sighed contentedly as he snuggled closer to Demeter. Sleeping Jemima was curled up in a ball at their feet, purring gently. This was the life. A nice den, good food, and a great family. His eyes heavy laden, he was about to nod off when he heard Demeter say something.
"Whazzat?" He mumbled.
She giggled. "I said, can you put Jemima to bed?"
"Do I have to?"
"Yes!" she replied, giving him a nudge.
"I had a long day, I'm tired, and I just want to go to sleep..."
"Please?" she begged. He felt annoyance prick at his side.
"Why can't you do it?"
"Because I do it every night!"
His anger was rising. "Well let's keep it that way!" making no effort to keep the venom out of his voice.
Startled, Demeter retorted, "Just this once!"
Munkustrap felt his blood boil. Ugh, her and her whiny voice. "NO! I DON'T WANT TO!"
Demeter, now angry, shouted "WHY CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING AROUND HERE WITHOUT MAKING A BIG SCENE? JUST ONCE, I WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOU HELP OUT AROUND HERE, AND MAYBE TAKE PART IN JEMIMA'S LIFE! SHE'S YOUR OWN DAUGHTER, FOR HEAVYSIDE'S SAKE!"
Help out around the family? Take part in his daughter's life? That was the last straw for him.
"I DO MORE THAN YOU KNOW! BUT I SHOULDN'T EXPECT YOU TO KNOW, CAUSE ALL YOU DO IS COMPLAIN ABOUT EVERY DETAIL, NEVER ONCE THINKING ABOUT ANYTHING GOOD I DO!"
Demeter was crying now.
"OH SHUT OFF THE WATERWORKS, YOU WHINY BITCH! NO ONE FEELS SORRY FOR YOU!"
All the shouting had woken Jemima up, who also began to cry.
[NOTE: THIS IS WHERE IT STARTS TO GET A LITTLE BLOODY. DO NOT READ IF BLOOD DISTURBS YOU! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!]
"NOT YOU TOO!" He leaped at Demeter, and shoved her to the side. He took her head in his hands, and smashed it against the wall. Watched as her eyes, full of fear, closed, and her body loosened...
He spun around and faced Jemima, who was cowering in a corner.
"Please...don't..." she whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks, too frightened to call out, "...mommy...no...please..."
Her last words drifted out into the night as he took her body in his arms, and slowly crushed it, feeling the bones crack, and laughed with satisfaction. He dropped her broken body on the floor, and stepped back to study his handiwork.
Demeter lay propped up on the wall, her broken skull bleeding from various wounds, staining the wall with a river of blood, slowly crawling its way down to the floor. Jemima was in a crumpled heap, flesh torn, blood soaked bones sticking out, damaged in the middle. Not done with his rampage, he took a knife from the kitchen, and went to Jemima first. Seeing his small daughter's broken body lying on the floor didn't faze him at all. He took the knife, and stabbed into her eyes, one by one. He flicked the knife, so as to remove the eyes from her skull, causing fresh blood to flow. He cut of both ears, and put them aside. Slashing a cut deep into her stomach, he tore at the bones, breaking the ones left, and ripping them out. He then hung her skin, flesh without structure, a bloody costume, from the ceiling, and grinned in delight as it emptied itself of its blood. Moving to Demeter, he repeated the process of removing the eyes and ears. After doing so, he took her neck, and snapped it. After hearing the resounding crack, he tore off her head, and stabbed it several times with the knife. Now just a shapeless pieces of flesh, he draped it over the spot where her neck was supposed to be. He grinned wickedly. He stepped back again to admire what he had done. Jemima, a sheet of flesh, hanging from the ceiling, lifeless as she was bloodless. Demeter, leaning against the wall, her head a broken sack, resting on her shoulders. Fur and blood was everywhere.
Now for the last step. He dipped Demeter's ears in the pool of Jemima's blood, and Jemima's ears in Demeter's blood. Taking the blood soaked ears, he wrote on the wall SLUT, WHORE and BASTARD. Watching the blood drip down the wall, he was finally content with his revenge.
"Munkustrap." One word spoken, soft as the breeze outside, occasionally whistling through the trees, making them shiver and quake.
"Munkustrap." Again, soft...but loud as a thunderbolt. He spun around and choked out a cry. Demeter, her broken body, was standing there, holding Jemima's bones, her empty eyes staring at him, into his soul. Too scared to do anything, Munkustrap stood there, waiting.
"Munkustrap." Demeter's broken body said, blood flowing out of her lips every time they opened. She started to move towards Jemima's hanging flesh. Munkustrap backed into the wall, straight into BASTARD. Watched, horrified, as Demeter slowly dragged her feet across the room. When she got to Jemima, she dropped all of the bones, grabbed her daughter's flesh, and with a quick tug, pulled it down from the hook it was suspended by. As it fell to the floor, so did Demeter, to her knees. She spread out Jemima's skin, and grabbed a bone. She put it in her daughter's figure, and let it rest there. She grabbed another bone, and repeated the process. And again, and again. Munkustrap couldn't tear his eyes away from the gruesome site unfolding before his eyes.
When all the bones were in Jemima, an unorganized pile of cargo in a flimsy boat, Demeter realized her daughter wasn't coming back. She turned on Munkustrap, lifeless flesh and all, and got up. Munkustrap stepped around her and backed away, seeing the rage in what was left of her face. She slowly advanced towards him.
"Munkustrap." His name, full of force, full of meaning.
Munkustrap kept backing away, and jumped when he hit the wall. Trapped. Steadfast, ever moving towards him, still she came towards him.
"Munkustrap." Louder this time, full of hate and disgust. She was right next to him, put her hands around his neck, and squeezed.
"Munkustrap!" She yelled, almost too loud.
Munkustrap was losing air, quickly. He knew he had to do something soon, but what? He started to formulate a plan, when Demeter gave one final squeeze, and he blacked out. He hit the ground hard as Demeter roared out one last final word.
"MUNKUSTRAP!"
Sorry for all the blood, I might've gotten carried away. I don't know why I always abuse my favorite characters... If you are confused, it will hopefully be solved in the next chapter.
SUMMARY: Munkustrap is sitting at home with Demeter and Jemima. He gets into an argument with Demeter, and beats her and Jemima up. To the point where he kills them. And then he does some pretty disturbing things. Demeter turns into a zombie or something, because she comes back from the dead and keeps saying "Munkustrap.", getting louder each time. She tries to bring Jemima back to life, but fails. She turns on Munkustrap and strangles him, right before roaring out "Munkustrap!" one last time, just as Munkustrap blacks out. That's it.
To those who did read the whole thing, please rate and review, anything is appreciated. And before you are scared away from my story, none of the other chapters should be this gory anymore. That's it and thanks for reading!