"Your Swagger Makes Me Smile"
Hello my lovely readers! I wrote this one straight after all your lovely reviews. This will be the last chapter for this flashback, but not for the story (I'm having to much fun to stop now)
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Enjoy reading...i finally reveal the fate of the kittens!
The silence.
The silence after the kittens fell was stomach turning.
No cat moved, no cat breathed.
The kittens didn't move, nor did they show they were breathing.
•••••
After the shock wore off, a cacophony of crying and screaming began. Grizabella hadn't seen the kittens hit the ground, and turned to tell the jellicles to stop crying. Surely her departure would cause a scene, but it didn't have to be that loud. Grizabella swung around to screech at them again, but she found her words catch in her throat. Her very heart was sliced in half, a dam worth of tears flooded past her eyelids and down her face. Her voice began as a whisper, but continued to hysterical yelps.
"George? George! GEORGE!"
Grizabella ran towards the still body of her kitten.
•••••
Old Deuteronomy, Gus and Skimbleshanks sprinted to the bodies. Grizabella was held back by Jellyorum and Jennyanydots, hissing and scratching feverishly. The other kittens and juvenile jellicles were left to comfort themselves, as the adults lightly inspected each kitten.
The scene was grave. Skimbles face was the epitome of worry. He shifted a gentle paw under the head of Victor, and reeled back, almost feeling his lunch come out of his mouth.
Blood. Dark, red blood that seemed to stain the very hearts of the jellicle beings. Skimbles flexed his paw in horror; Victor's blood soaking his caramel fur. Gus had begun to sniffle, lightly stroking George's soft grey tabby fur. Deuteronomy went to place a paw under George's head. The kitten's head lolled in his gentle grip.
•••••
The cats froze when they heard the distinct sounds of a cat fight, high above the junkyard where the kittens were thrown to their death. A female screamed as what sounded like a male cackled maniacally. The sound of the screams echoed through the pipes, sending the junkyard into a frenzy. Neighbourhood cats bolted everywhere, kittens screamed and pawed at Jenny and Jelly's legs, Grizabella struggled to push through the chaos to reach the corpse of her kitten. Another scream was emitted from above, and two figures where fighting for dominance in the industrial pipe, one trying to push the other to the ground. A flicker of gold met the light, and Munkustrap's ears pricked up, his fur bristled in terror.
"Demeter?"
•••••
Munkustrap sprinted through the back junk paths to reach the industrial pipe clearing. His father yelling for him to stop in the distance, Gus and Skimbles hot on his tail. Munkustrap felt his heart lurch when he saw the two cats in the pipe. His brother Macavity continued to cackle insanely, strangling Demeter with his paws, pressing her neck to the ground. Munkustrap's voice was filled with emotion.
"Macavity?" His brother flickered his gaze towards him. The ginger tom let a smooth, wicked grin cross his muzzle. His aqua eyes shining with…was that pride of all things?
"It was you!" Munkustrap chocked out in horror, his brother rolling his eyes.
"You didn't really think it was sweet little Demeter did you?" Macavity smirked at his own sarcastic joke. Munkustrap couldn't control himself and sprung towards Macavity. The tom was pushed off of Demeter, and both went hurling into the air.
•••••
In the panic, Tugger was searching for Bombalurina. Queens basically clawed on to him, sobbing helplessly, but Tugger's guilty heart was heavy with fear for only one, which gave him the strength to push them away. He hadn't seen Bombs at all since her dance, who knows what could have happened to her? Tugger ran into Alonzo, who was in a fighting stance, a group of younger jellicles behind him. Alonzo kept his eyes darting around, alert for danger, but still attentive to Tugger.
"Have you seen Bombi?" Tugger felt the worry well in his stomach.
"Now's not the time to confess your undying affections Tugs" Alonzo said hastily, before guiding the frightened jellicle group behind him. Tugger felt his heart pound harder with every frantic step.
If only he said congratulations to her.
•••••
Bombalurina searched for her sister in the carnage. She screamed when she felt something grab her paw. She exhaled in relief. It was Mistofelees.
"Come on, I know where they are." They were about to run to find Demeter, Macavity and Munkustrap, but they didn't have to. The two toms in question plummeted out of the air, knocking the conjurer and scarlet queen to the ground. Munkustrap and Macavity were rolling around together. Mistofelees and Alonzo quickly sprung into the fight, and soon it was a blur of greys, blacks, whites and oranges.
"Bombalurina!" Bombs turned to see Tugger running towards her. His look was pained. Bombalurina was about to answer when suddenly a raspy, angry yowl grabbed her attention.
"Bombs. Don't talk to him." Macavity had called her, and grabbed her ankle as his brothers and Misto held him against the ground, "He's worthless."
Tugger finally reached the cluster of cats, and stared down Macavity. Brown eyes boring into aqua ones. Bombalurina had never seen Tugger act so harsh before, when he uttered the final words he hoped he would ever have to speak to his brother.
"And she doesn't talk to murderers."
Bombs yowled as sharp claws dug into her tail. She quickly scrambled away from where
•••••
The jellicle adults quickly joined the situation, with Gus and Skimbles taking over from Misto, Alonzo and Munkustrap in restraining the ginger tom. Macavity was staring into Bombalurina's eyes with a heartbroken look. He slowly let go of her ankle, calmly pulling his arm away from her.
"Murderer! MURDERER!" Grizabella screamed from where she was holding her George's body. Jellyorum was patting her back soothingly, but Grizabella shook it off.
Bombalurina stared at Macavity. How could he have done this? Her friend. Her fellow jellicle. He seemed like such an innocent, such a kitten in his ways. She thought over the events of the night. From her dance, to Grizabella's outburst, to the cold blooded death of the kittens, to the ultimate betrayal of a friend.
This was the jellicle ball. This was the ball she'd danced an invitation for. This was the stage that was now stained with the blood of innocents.
Again, silence fell over the junkyard.