This Chapter is Quite heavy on the swearing and seaxual references...Sorry if it Offends

"Misto?"

"Mmm"

"Do you believe in love?"

I lifted my head from its resting place on his chest. He looked, calm, satisfied.

I have to admit I was shocked at Tugger asking a question like that but I answered nonetheless.

"Yeah, kind of, you?"

"I suppose so" he continued to play idly with my tail.

"Have you ever loved anyone Misto?"

I didn't like where this conversation was heading.

"Well, yeah, but hasn't everyone."

"Who?"

"What?"

"Who did you love Misto"

I bit my lip, hoping that he'd live it alone. I closed my eyes hoping to get further away from reality.

"Misto?"

"Mmm"

"Who did you love?"

"Well, w-why does it concern y-you"

"You still love them, don't you Misto? That's why you're not answering"

"I've got to go"

I leapt up form my position, entwined between Tugger's legs. As I reached the door, he caught me round the waist. I felt salty tears sting my eyes. Why was I crying? I think it was being close to the horrible reality of him finding out, what would he think of me?

"Whoa, Misto, calm down…it's okay"

I waited a moment steadying, my breathing. He turned my round to face him.

He kissed my forehead gently, brushing my cheek slightly with his paw.

"Misto, you can tell me anything, you know that, right?"

I nodded

"'Kay, so who do you love?"

I dint answer, I couldn't answer. I kept my head down, another pathetic attempt to avoid answering. He put his paw underneath my chin, and tilted my head up gently, so my face was level with his.

"Misto" he began in slow, temperate tone. "Who do you love?"

"You"

With that his grip around my waist suddenly loosened and I bolted out of the door, out the junkyard. I needed to clear my head. This proved to be a trying task, with it being rush-hour, in London, there was no hope of having clear thoughts. The smell of petrol and general city fumes enflamed my nose, the rain splattering on head, drenching my fur. Attempting to avoid people's feet was even more of a dangerous task so I decided to turn down an alley, bad idea.

"Oi, Princess, Come here."

I stood still, as a group of five cats approached me, three toms and two queens.

"What's wrong darlin', cat got your tongue"

Still I stood in my stationary position, not speaking.

"I'm talking to you, you little faggot, answer me"

"What do you want?"

"What the hell, he even talks like a poof"

Admittedly, I had always been soft-spoken, proving an issue with street cats.

Suddenly, I recognised one of the toms as Viccarro, Aviva's brother, then, something I hadn't noticed before, was the 'M' shaped scar on his right arm. Aviva told me he was against Macavity, obviously that was the story he told her.

"What the fucks up with his paws?" one of the queens shrieked

I glanced down at my paws; they were crackling violently, something that had always happened when I felt threatened, I quickly shoved them behind my back.

"You're one of them conjurer freaks, aint ya?"

I shook my head profoundly

"Well we don't want nothing to do with no freaks"

"I think you mean 'We don't want anything to do with any freaks'"

They glared at me venomously. Well done Quaxo, good time to be a smart-arse.

Viccarro shoved me against the wall digging his claws into my shoulders; he kneed me in the stomach. I sank to the floor, as they all began kicking me and scratching me. I attempted to control my magic but it never worked when I was scared. Then Viccarro, slashed deep into my stomach, blood splattering everywhere, I felt the droplets of warm, fresh blood on my face as a yowled in agony.

"Shut the fuck up bitch" he yelled, slashing my face.

I coughed; the rusty taste of blood present in my mouth. He picked me up me up by a clump of my head fur.

"Are you a poof?!"

"No!" I spluttered

He smashed my head hard against the opposing wall.

"Are you a poof?!" he hissed.

"No!" I screamed

Again, he thrust my head against the wall

"Are you a fuckin' poof, bitch?!'

"NO!"

This time he grabbed my face, sliding it down the wall. I lifted my paw up to touch my mangled face but Viccarro slapped it back.

"Tell me that you aint a fag"

"I'm not g-gay!"

"You fuckin' liar"

"I'm not lying"

"Tell the truth, bitch"

"I…I'm n-not …gay!"

He sank he claws into my back, dragging them down, tearing through the muscle. Then plunging the claws into my thigh, slowly he ripped through my upper-leg.

"Tell me that your gay and all this will stop" he said in an ominous tone, suppressing his laughter.

"I'm not..." he thrust his claws in deeper.

"Okay – I am!" I whimpered pathetically

"You are what, Princess?"

"G-gay"

"Good Girl" he whispered, in a deep, patronizing voice whilst dragging back up the wall. Pinning me to it with his paws clasped firmly around my neck.

"Now, you're going to do what Viccarro says right"

I nodded

"And you'll do it when Viccarro says/"

I responded in the same way.

"And does 'Viccarro' always refer to himself in third-person"

And turned my head towards the familiar voice. I knew exactly who it was, despite the fact my vision was temporarily impaired by the blood that had run into my eyes.

My guess was confirmed by excited feminine gasps of excitement.

"Hi Tugger" they cooed

"Ladies"

"Tug, didn't expect to see you round here"

"What are you doing Vic?"

"Just, dealing with a little problem"

"Munkus was being serious when he said he'd kill you if touched any Jellicles"

"He's a Jellicle!" exclaimed Viccarro in fake shock, instantly dropping me to the floor.

"Don't try and pretend you don't know, cause you do, he's Aviva's little friend"

"Yeah well he's should keep his filthy paws off her" Viccarro snapped

"Oh so that's the real problem, you're jealous. You wish you could touch Aviva the same way he did. Feel her soft curves beneath your paws, listen to her moan as she climaxed, ride her, fill her up, and use her. Fuck her shamelessly, that's what you want to do isn't it Vic, you want to Screw you sister…"

"Shut the fuck up!" Viccarro yelled, he headed towards Tugger, but the other two toms held him back as he thrashed around like a Pollicle caught by the catchers.

Tugger swaggered over to me and picked me up; I leant heavily against his body. I heard his heart beating extortionately fast… he was scared. He pulled me close, as I adjusted into a more comfortable position.

"You should really learn to take control of you're bitch, Tugger" spat one of the toms "He's gonna get himself killed one day" added the other.

I turned away burying my head in Tugger soft, inviting chest.

He dashed quickly down the street, zigzagging through human feet, before turning down a tenfoot, and thought a broken fence panel; he knew his way around the city far better than I did.

"Tugger, were you scared"

"Of course I was, they could have killed me easily, what were you thinking pissing them of"

"I didn't mean to Tug, I'm sorry"

My eyes were beginning to feel heavy, I felt my eyelids droop.

"Hey, Misto!" Tugger shook me slightly, I looked up at him

"Don't go to sleep, stay awake okay"

I nodded

"You promise?"

"I promise Tugger"

I closed my eyes again and fought the nausea with all my strength, clamping my lips together. The next time I opened my eyes I noticed Tugger's chest was bright red.

"Tugger, y-y-you're bleeding" I chortled

"Misto, that's you're blood"

I attempted to close my eyes but was stopped by Tugger.

"Hey, No going to sleep, you promised?"

"I was just closing my eyes"

"No, Lets talk Misto, when we get back to the junkyard i'm gonna find you a nice queen..."

"I don't want a nice queen…I want you"

Stupid damn drowsiness, making me says things.

"Oh My!" I heard a female voice gasp.

It was Jenny, so I assumed we were back at the junkyard.

"Right, Tugger, Go get me some towels and some bandages…"

"I want to stay"

"Tugger go and get them, or he'll die"

I heard Tugger's hurried footsteps dash out of her den.

"Don't Worry Quaxo…Your Safe Now."

I realised I kind of turned Viccaro & Co. in to gay bashers , but never mind , thanks for reading please review!