Marisella ran and didn't stop running until she found herself on a dirt hill not too far from the Junkyard. She was sure that there had been more to her sentence, like where she was exiled to. But she didn't give a damn about where they would have sent her. They had exiled her! She shot a giant beam of yellow magic in front of her, carving out a tunnel like crevice in the next hill over.

"How convenient!" She screamed at the hill.

The area her magic had cleared was tall enough for her to walk into and wide enough for her to lay across. She quickly left and went in search of something to sleep on. A couple of bricks stacked made the foundations of her cot and a cardboard box made the place where she could sleep. With the sun disappearing below the horizon Marisella decided to sleep. Oddly enough she felt no adrenaline and didn't cry. Then again she never cried, not once in her whole twenty two years of life.

She needed to clear her head to figure out what to do from this point out. Her revenge on the Jellicles had to be cruel and last forever. She also needed to figure out what to do about Macavity, after all it was all his fault she had been banished and he was going to be dealt with properly. . .

Macavity had run back to his den as fast as he could. He felt numb, tired, and defeated. He felt as if he had been trying to protect Marisella all the years she had hurt him by brushing his pain off his shoulder, and now all his work had been ruined. If he had confessed to the Jellicles before that she abused him they would have banished her then, but Macavity and Callestia had always made up a story. Marisella just had to go and try to kill Munkustrap! Macavity never had a chance of defending her. . .

He screamed and curled up on the ground. Callestia didn't want to touch him and instead stood by the door, watching him. She decided to let him get out his frustration before talking to him, she had been around her brother long enough to know that if a tom was upset it was best to let him be until he wanted to talk.

He didn't cry though, only cursed his sister for her stupidity, "Damn it Marisella!" he shouted, "Why?! WHY did you have to do it?!"

Callestia knelt down beside him as he went on.

"This is all wrong, this means death! We're all dead. . .You're all dead." He whispered.

Suddenly Callestia's brow knitted together, "We're. . .what? What did you say? Macavity?"

She placed a gentle paw on his shoulder and he slowly turned to peer out at her through the curtain of his shaggy head fur. "I said you'll all doomed. I'm doomed. She's gonna come back."

Callestia shivered and her eyes watered, "Macavity. . ." she whimpered his name.

He flung himself up and grabbed her shoulders, "Don't you see!?" He shouted desperately, "She's insane! And she's coming back for us! When she does we'll all be in danger!"

"Macavity you're scaring me!" Callestia cried out. Her paws were holding onto his wrists at her shoulders.

Suddenly he saw her eyes clearly and saw how frightened he made her. He looked at his paws and realized that he was holding her so tight he was possibly bruising her. He let go.

"Oh no," he whispered. He looked from Callestia to his paws and then back again rapidly, "Callestia. Callestia I'm sorry!" He curled back away from her and then turned his back to her completely. "Please leave."

"What?" she asked timidly as she rubbed her sore shoulders. "Macavity I won't leave y-"

"Please leave now Callestia! I'm just like her!" He shouted without turning around.

The young tux queen jumped and then scrambled to her hind paws and dashed from the den. When she was gone Macavity uttered a growl which turned into a scream of rage. He shot up and threw the nearest kitchen chair across the den, it smashed violently against the brick wall Marisella had thrown him at before. He yanked down the curtains that his sister had treasured, slashed the ratty painting she had stolen with a little calico tom she had been seen with, savagely ripped apart the velvet cushion Marisella had kept for herself while she gave him a tattered pillow with a hole in it. After all the years of letting his sister beat him he finally let his rage come out and he destroyed the den Marisella had worked hard to make for them.

He destroyed everything she had come to love in the last few years and soon the den was nothing but a wasteland of its former self.

"Damn you Marisella!" He screamed, his face turning red from the anger, "Damn you to hell! Everything is YOUR FAULT!"

Outside in the dark, Demeter stood in the path to Macavity's den. She cocked her head to the side and could hear him screaming his den. There was the sound of ripping and tearing, from his voice he sounded furious. The little queen kit by her side looked at her quizzically.

Suddenly Macavity froze, he could feel that the golden kit and her tiny friend was watching and listening to him. The ginger cat moved with slow steps to the entrance of his den. At fourteen he was almost as tall as Munkustrap, he leaned against the door frame and his gaze fell upon the queen kit and her companion thirty yards ahead of him. They had no fear and walked forward, Macavity didn't move.

"What are you doing here Demeter?" He asked, his voice low and raspy. He looked at the kit by her, "And with Rumpleteazer?"

She didn't speak as she came closer and her big green eyes watching him.

"Go home Demeter. . .It's late. Bomba and Jelly will be angry that you and Rum are out so late." He said, his tone laced with heavy irritation.

When the preteen kit finally stood right in front of him she looked up at him innocently, "Where did Marisella go? She promised to watch the moon with me tonight. . .But since she isn't here will you?" She held her paw out to him

He scowled at her and then smacked her paw away, hissing cruelly.

Demeter's face puckered in hurt and she held the paw that he had in-avertedly scratched and began crying. Macavity's eyes widened in surprise as the kit began bawling and sobbing, he growled and then got down on his knees in front of her. He held her shoulders between his paws, feeling just how tiny she was for her age. To his horror he realized that he was beginning to think how easily he could over power her, she would be helpless to fight back against him. Rumpleteazer stood back and silently watched the other two older cats. The little queen was barely two years old and Demeter was close to her.

He shoved her back and she stumble, catching herself half way before she landed on the ground. She looked at him with confused eyes.

"Get away from me kit." He hissed, "I can hurt you, maybe even kill you and you have no idea." He glared at her and then crawled forward on his paws and knees, backing her up as he went. "You don't want to be around me right now." Suddenly he stood and blocked the light of the moon behind him, throwing her into darkness. He gasped when he felt a sudden tingling sensation running through his fur. "Demeter get out of here," he whispered quickly, when she didn't move he backed away from her and shouted, "Get away Demeter!"

His eyes lit up a bright yellow as his magic began to pulse through his veins and under his fur uncontrollably. His paws shook and he looked at Demeter as the little queen gasped and then bolted in retreat, grabbing Rumpleteazer as she went, as bolts of magic blasted from his paws which he aimed at the ground. The force of the blast threw him up in the air and he landed hard on his back. The breath whooshed out of him causing him to gasp like a fish for breath. He coughed and then rolled over on his side, groaning. He spotted the young kits running around the corner of a pile of junk and then groaned again and lay out on his back again.

He wasn't about to turn into her, he refused. Against his better judgment he felt doubt creeping up on him. He began to believe that he was going to become what his sister was; a monster. As he pressed his face against the cool dirt he felt like something bad was going to happen to the tribe and him soon. Something he wasn't going to be able to stop no matter how badly he wanted to.