A.N. CHAPTER 4! OMG OMG OMG! AND I ALREADY HAVE 12 REVIEWS ! This makes me incredibly happy, if you couldn't tell…
But, anywho, this is Chapter 4, farther then I've gotten with anything other than Ask the Cats so let's give a round of virtual applause for that!
Enjoy! R&R!
Cori? Cori can you hear me?
Coricopat shot upright, never more happy to hear the voice in his head.
Tanto!
Cori! Came the relieved reply. Thank EC! Are you alright? I can feel that you're in pain…
I'm okay. A little scratched up, but I'm okay.
Cori, I swear, Munkustrap is getting a group to come get you. Demeter even volunteered…
No! Coricopat screamed mentally. He has a plan! Don't let Demeter go!
"Hey look, it's the Jellicle."
Coricopat looked up from the cell floor to see a small group of brutish looking Toms smirking at him. He swallowed nervously, recognizing two of the Toms as Jasper and Silas.
Cori? Cori are you still there?
T-Tanto, I have to go. Tell Munku and the group to be very careful.
Cori? Something's wrong! I can sense it! What's happening? Cori? C-
Coricopat closed his eyes, blocking his sister from his mind. He heard the cell door creak open and his heart doubled its beating. A paw grabbed his scruff, dragging him up from the floor. As much as he wanted to open his eyes and fight back, he head to keep the mental block going so that Tantomile wouldn't hear this. A fist slammed into his stomach, abruptly knocking the air out of the smaller Tom. Before he could breathe again, the paw released his scruff and immediately one foot tripped him while another rammed into his chest, knocking him a few feet through the air. His back hit the wall with a crunching noise, sending a wave of pain through Coricopat's body. He slid down the wall slowly, unable to move. Another foot slammed into his face, making his nose crack. There was suddenly an overwhelming salty smell filling Coricopat's nose, and dripping into his mouth. The salty, rusty taste spread through his mouth, causing the smaller Tom to gag.
He suddenly heard the sound of running footsteps.
"What the hell are you doing?"
The sound of a paw striking skin came next, several times in fact. A few hisses followed. One of the Toms muttered something as more footsteps sounded.
"I don't give a damn, Silas," came the angry reply. "Your job is NOT to kill this Tom. Especially not when you have him cornered in his own cell. Now go."
There were a few seconds of silence before Coricopat felt a pair of arms wrap around him. One supported his back while another pulled his arm around a pair of shoulders.
"Can you get up?"
The voice sounded distorted and muffled, but Coricopat nodded hesitantly.
"Alright then. On three. One, two, three."
Coricopat put all of his effort into making his legs move while the other cat pulled him upwards. A small whimper accidentally escaped Coricopat's mouth. The other cat sighed.
"Stupid, stupid damn Toms."
Coricopat whimpered again when his ankle hit a rock. He heard a sharp intake of breath in his ear. Something in Coricopat relaxed. The fact that this cat, whoever it was, cared about whether he lived or died made him feel a little more…peaceful.