Author's note: I have changed chapter 13 so please read it again. I will finsh this story I just got stuck for too long and changed it. Please review if you wish to see more chapters quicker.
Chapter 13: Another twist
Andrian held the lifeless kitten in his arms. He could have been kneeling there for minutes or hours, time had lost all meaning.
It was his fault, it was all his fault. If he had kept a closer eye on him this never would of happened. If he wasn't cursed Macavity would have left him alone and he never would of become a pawn in this twisted game where Macavity enjoys making him suffer. If he had made Mistofeeles take the kittens to the Junkyard right away, Dom would still be alive.
It wasn't surprising that the orange tom, in his distraught state, didn't notice the two figures hidden just within the shadows.
The taller of the shadows spoke, "You brought this among yourself."
Andrian didn't look up. He closed his eyes and laid his face against Dom's still one.
"You know I'm going to kill you for this." He quietly replied to the all to familiar form of Macavity.
"You don't have the backbone to kill." the Ginger cat sneered.
"Do you want to find out?" Andrian whispered in an eerily quiet voice. He looked up and his golden eyes were tinted with red.
Macavity, however, seemed unconcerned and tsked, " Now, now. That's what got this kitten killed. You want another one to die because of you?"
The younger cat growled in anger, "Nice try, Macavity. Mistofeeles has them. They are safe from you."
"Really? Are you so sure?"
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Mistofeeles suddenly appeared back in the warehouse and cursed quietly to himself. He wasn't where he wanted to be, he was two floors below Aaron.
The black tom sighed and concentrated on the room two floors above. In seconds he was in the area Aaron inhabited most of the time and oddly it was empty.
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Macavity motioned to the other figure behind him and a dark brown cat came forward. The new arrival was holding something black in his arms. Macavity took the bundle from him and what the something was became clear.
It was a black, long tailed kitten.
It was Aaron.
Worry and fear shot through Andrian's mind. "Let him go." he hissed in a false fearless voice.
The Napoleon of Crime ran his claws softly over the trembling kitten's fur.
"If you do as I say, I might consider it. But if you step out of line," he drew a crooked claw lightly over Aaron's throat, "You'll only have one kitten to watch."