Author's note: Here's chapter 4! It's a bit longer than the others. Please review! I'll give you a hug!
Chapter 4: A new cellmate
"I'll trade you Jemima, for Andrian." Macavity said, grinning evilly.
Munkustrap looked at the terrified expression on Jemima's face, then at the orange intruder lying in the pipe. "It's a deal Macavity. You return Jemima, and we'll give you him."
The Napoleon of crime pushed Jemima down the pile of trash and followed after her. She hit the ground with a sickening thud, and the jellicles rushed to her side, not caring that Macavity was so close.
Munkustrap growled and got right up in Macavity's face. " If she's hurt you will regret it."
"Will I really?" Macavity snarled.
"What have you done with Mistofeeles? Where is he?" the silver tabby questioned determinedly.
"The magic brat? I don't believe he was part of this deal was he?"
Macavity shoved Munkustrap aside forcefully and headed for his prize in the pipe. Everything was falling in place for him. Andrian was the key to his plan, and was now within his grasp.
All of a sudden, the ginger cat was thrown backward off of his feet by a red ball of energy. Everyone in the Junkyard looked in the direction of the attack wanting to know what could of knocked the Mystery cat off of his feet so easily.
Still laying in the pipe, Andrian had his right arm stretched out toward Macavity and his paw pad was smoking. He glared at his target with such fury, that it surprised even the Mystery cat.
Macavity got up, and with unbelievable speed he went over the young, orange tom. He seized him around the throat before the tired cat could react. He lifted Andrian into the air and tightened his hold.
"You dare run away from me?" Macavity screamed at the coughing Andrian. "And now you attack me? What the heck do you think your made out of, steel? You haven't learnt the meaning of pain yet, but you will."
The ginger cat dropped him, then hit him hard in the back of the head, knocking him out.
After watching that terrible encounter, Munkustrap felt horrible for just giving that poor, young cat to Macavity. He had just opened his mouth to try to convince him to leave Andrian alone when Munk noticed that the Napoleon of Crime was nowhere to be seen.
"Macavity's not there."
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Mistofeeles sat boredly in the cell Macavity had put him in. It was dreary, and drafty, and let's just face it, extremely boring. He couldn't even amuse himself with magic, because Macavity put a band on his hind leg that prevented him from using it no matter how he tried. He sighed and started counting the stones in the walls again, even though he already knew there was 8,619.
Misto heard footsteps outside on the stairs and went on alert. It was too early for Macavity to tease him, and way too early for any food (however bad and little) to be brought.
The footsteps stopped on the other side of the door and a key jangled in the lock. The metal door swung open and Mistofeeles prepared himself for anything Macavity could throw at him……….except another cat.
The henchcat threw a pale orange cat into the room and left, locking the door again.
Misto just stared at his new (and unexpected) cellmate. He was older than him, at least by a few months and had several cuts all over him. Done by a certain ginger cat, Misto guessed.
"Hello?" Mistofeeles tried.
When no response came he creeped cautiously closer. He could now seen that the fur on his right paw was singed. Misto gasped, he himself had done that to his own paw one time when he had let too much power out at once. This was another magic cat. He thought he was the only one.
Suddenly the orange cat sat up and gasped something about some kittens.
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"The kittens!" Andrian gasped as consciousness returned.
He put his unhurt paw over his eyes. He had failed them, he had failed her. He was unworthy of Honey's trust, he lost her kittens and was now unable to go look for them.
"Are you o.k.?" asked a timid voice, jerking him violently from this self-hating thoughts.
Andrian looked up and noticed for the first time that he wasn't alone. Sitting about four feet from him was a small black kitten with a white chest that he guessed was around six months old. On closer inspection he saw a blue band on his left hind leg. Macavity only did that to cats with power, so this must be the magic cat that Munkustrap was talking about, Mistofeeles.
"Who are you?" asked the small cat.
"Andrian." he replied shortly.
"I'm Mistofeeles." Misto said being friendly.
"I know." the older cat replied quietly.
The magic cat's eyes widened, he had never before met this cat and yet, he knew who he was.
"How do you know who I am?"
"While I was, um, staying in the Junkyard I heard Munkustrap talking about you."
On hearing Munkustrap's name the young kitten's eyes lit up and he started talking excitedly. "Does Munk know where I am? Is he coming to get me? Has he caught Macavity? Are you--"
Andrian put his paw over Misto mouth. How could one kitten talk so fast?
"I don't know." he said softly and turned away.
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Macavity's plan was almost complete and the key to it all was locked away in the same cell with the only thing that could stop it. On the night of the Jellicle Ball in two months there will be no more jellicles.