And most of you probably thought I was gone. . .Well this story is actually almost done. A few long chapters left and then a certain tux tom will start his story, as well as a quiet queen. Enjoy!

Six years went by. The white and ginger teen kits who had left. . .hadn't been seen since. A lot of things had changed in those years, the kits were growing up. Munkustrap and Demeter had began seeing each other, although rather shyly. Bomba and Tugger were a very serious, on/off, couple, Jenny and Skimble had their paws full with Rum. Jellyorum and her sons were comfortable living with each other, Asparagus had begun seeing a queen outside of the yard.

Old Deuteronomy himself had taken a new mate, Rosie, and they were now expecting a kit together. Apart from the growing attacks all seemed well within the Yard. They were never serious, just petty theft or a pushed over pile of trash every now and then. For the most part they were infrequent, but Deuteronomy could see that they had potential to keep growing. Of course without knowing where to find the growingly infamous Hidden Paw (who truly was hidden), they couldn't confront him and stop him.

The cat behind it all happened to be walking along a dodgy part of London at that moment. He was unaware that a blossoming young queen was thinking about him, as she did every day since he had disappeared. As he walked he saw terrified alley cats run away from him. He loved being feared, it gave him pleasure. Made him intoxicated with power, and gave him the only kind of joy these days. Ever since being separated from her. . .

He hadn't been able to see, or find, her in five and a half long years. He had lost his virginity soon after officially leaving the Tribe, and had even done his fare share of rapes, gang or one on one. But he had never loved another queen, the pretty little tux had his heart in her paws, forever. He glanced down an alley and his heart stopped, there behind some wilting cardboard boxes was a trio of small dirty kittens. It brought back images of his own kitten hood, some fourteen year ago. His sister, he growled, his sister. . .The ugly peke of a queen had been his second murder despite the fact that she had saved his life from death when their parents went missing.

Speaking of his parents, to this day he still had no idea whether they were dead or not. No amount of having spies out on the streets would ever give him an answer. He missed them, unlike his sister.

He looked at the alley kits and his eyes softened, he took a single step to assist them but spotted what could only be their parents quickly appear from a doorway near the end and scooped them up. The father, a dingy grey and brown tom, looked at the ginger menace. His pale blue eyes widened and he hurried his family into the building. Macavity merely watched until they were gone and then continued his walk.

Moving on he began humming. His paws and eyes glowed as his advanced magic pulsed with his heart. He started humming a song that, in his opinion, described him rather nicely. He was humming the music of it when a queen suddenly stumbled out of a doorway. She was obviously drunk and the patron cats of the bar wanted her out. They shoved her out the door and she laughed as she fell to her paws sand knees. She was a black calico with half an orange face and half black. Her left upper lip was white and her eyes were a vibrant green. She would have been pretty if she was clean but her fur was clearly filthy from too much time on the streets. She laughed drunkenly, until she saw a pair of hind paws standing before her. She began sobering when it became apparent who was standing there. The young adult crime lord. For his age he was notorious.

She gasped and her body locked up, this tom was known for his brutal rapes and evil ways. He grinned, his fangs peering out, and crouched down. She couldn't move as he took her chin in his claws and made her look into his yellow eyes. He began to sing.

"Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith"

His grin widened and he grabbed her head fur, he watched her squirm in pain. She could only hold onto his wrists while he yanked her head back, exposing her neck. His sharpened teeth glistened in the fading sunlight.

"And I was round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilot
Washed his hands and sealed his fate."

The queen had begun crying, but managed to refrain from making any obnoxious sounds. He stood up and then yanked her close and wrapped an arm around her middle. His jagged claws scrapped against her skin and little pinpricks of blood appeared, trailing down her back. She was so terrified and the ginger tom could feel the fear rolling off in waves from her body. His shoulder's bunched and he growled in pleasure.

"Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game!"

He suddenly shoved her to the ground and when she fell she hit hard. Her back side and pads on her paws were scraped and bruised but she was more worried about what he would do next. As he towered over her, his smile turned into a simple, dark, smirk. His eyes glowed to an unnatural brightness. He stepped over the quivering female and went along on his way. She curled into a ball and hugged her knees to her chest in fear.

As he moved along other cats heard him sinning, his melodic, hypnotic voice that drifted into the allies and underground cat bars. It drew their curiosity and they gazed out very cautiously, not wanting to disrespect the rising magic casting criminal who could easily have them all killed with a flick of his claw.

His yellow eyes met many of theirs, he held no interest in them but they would turn away in absolute fear. Only to be drawn back to his voice.

"I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank."

Queens held onto their mates, kits clung to their parents. He jumped onto a wooden crate and his paws lit up with magic. He could feel the power course through his veins and felt the warm glow from within as his fur even began to emanate the energy. He flexed his claws and held them out for all to see. A few sultry prostitute queens eyed him seductively.

"Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah!"

He thrust his hips forward forcefully and made a few of the night queens bit their lips. While he was prone to rape he had his moments as a passionate, and giving, lover. Some of the ones watching had been with him many times and knew his ways, they wanted him. Other queens were terrified, the calico from earlier had been finally able to move but when she did he saw.

He stopped his movements and pointed one sharp claw at her. She froze again.

"I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made."

She fainted! He grinned and then slowly looked back towards his audience. He raised his eyebrows in indifference and raised his arms in an exaggerated shrug.

"I shouted out,
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste!"

He jumped down and then clicked his claws and the crate burst into flame! Some cats gasped but Macavity chuckled and grinned. He went on down the street and attracted more terrified listeners. He stopped at the mouth of an alley and snapped his gaze to an emaciated tom who had no where to hide. The ginger cat whipped out his claw and motioned the other forward with one claw. The cat couldn't speak as he was dragged toward the magic tom by unseen ropes. Yellow eyes stared into the stray's very soul.

"And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you," the cat lifted into the air by invisible means. His back paws dangled in the air and shook. Macavity looked up and smiled.
"Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby!"

The stray didn't make a sound as he suddenly crashed to the ground. He gasped for breath when the air left him and gazed up at the magician. Yellow eyes pierced his mind and he felt paralyzed at the evil cat's paws. The joy darkened and his face turned serious while the happiness remained in the eyes. He began to walk away.

"Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game."

Suddenly he spun around and shot a bolt at the mangy tom. The hit was directly in the chest and the other cat knew in an instant that he was truly paralyzed this time. His head hit the ground unforgivingly and he could only stare at the one who had harmed him.

The master bowed. When he looked back at the street he saw several whores standing at the corner, he grinned and approached. They purred and nuzzled his chest fur, he gazed at them. Teasing their affection as he brushed their lips with his.

"Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
Cause I'm in need of some restraint."

He dumped them and walked forward, leaving pouting lips behind. They knew he would call on them later.

"So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse."

He heard cats scurry away and it only drove him forward. He closed his eyes and felt the magic flow under his fur with a calming electricity. He knew he was glowing.

"So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse,

Or I'll lay your soul to waste."

Suddenly he jumped up onto a bench and looked out over the street. In the distance he saw a hill that was very near to the Yard he once knew. He grinned maliciously.

" Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down!"

He jumped down from his perch and began walking in the direction he had planned. The whores and some cats behind began mixing with his voice.

"Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!"

His glow dimmed but the feeling remained as the sky became dark and he came close to committing his favorite past time of terrorism.

"Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame."

His voice faded in the distance and the terrified cats he left behind in his wake bolted in every direction to get away from the area. The whores left slowly, but he didn't care. He wanted to see her. After five years he wanted to know if she was the one who could see past the curtain of crime. If she could, he could love again.