Sorry for the delay! Oh, and, by the way, I'm gonna be gone for about 2 weeks, so you're just gonna have to live with this TERRIBLE cliffhanger! If I get tons of reviews, I might be persuaded to work on it while I'm away! ;)

Zazor and the twins (Whose names, as the kittens had discovered, were Cattamier and Zufier) were joined by several other menacing looking Henchcats outside of the den. They formed the party of Malaro and Graci's captors, and Zazor led the group out of the Junkyard in silence, down the streets and alleys ways, and into the No Man's Land. Graci and Malaro did everything that Zazor had asked them to do. Resisting would have been suicide.

After a long trek, the group came to a large, steel warehouse hat had obviously been abandoned for quite some time. The two twins shoved them through a small door and the others formed a ring around them. Zazor stepped forward, and began to circle them. "Welcome to your new home." He sneered, "Now, I already have a little plan worked out, so listen up. You are going to act as bait. Your poor little mother has been taken away by my evil brother, Macavity." He gave a shudder, as though the very name frightened him.

Graci scoffed loudly, and Zazor glared at her, "Shut your little mouth." He continued walking. "Now, I hate my brother very much, and I am certain that you do too. We are alike in that way. If you do all that you are told to do, no harm with come to either of you, and you will be with your lovely mother again."

Malaro was staring up at Zazor, perplexed. He obviously had no idea what was going on, but it was different for Graci. She had met the Hidden Paw, and she had been able to tell that he cared at least a little bit for her mother. She could tell that Zazor was trying to manipulate her and her bother into hating Macavity, but it wasn't going to work on her. "I've met my father! My mother went with him of her own free will! I saw it myself!"

Zazor looked taken aback by this. He turned slowly on the spot, and stared down at the tiny kitten. "Ahh…You must be Graci….Tell me, little one, do you really think your mother went with him because she wanted to? Of course she didn't. She went with him because she wanted to protect you."

Graci stopped for a moment, thinking. She could tell that Zazor was testing her, and she intended to pass with flying colors. "That might be true, but he was sorry for what he had done to her! I could see it in his eyes!"

Zazor laughed; a high, cold laugh that sent shivers down Graci's spine. "That might be true, but that doesn't even begin to make him worthy of her! No matter how much he may deny it, he will always be evil. It is in his blood…And it is in your blood too!'

Malaro snarled at this. He had been silent up until this moment, but he was determined to protect his sister. "She is not evil!" He stepped in front of Graci, every hair on his body raised, every inch of him screaming, "Back off!"

Graci peeked out from behind her brother, and stared at Zazor. "…You want to be the most evil one around her, I can tell. You're getting tired of being the second in command to your brother."

The cool and calm grin on Zazor's face faltered. "You know what, angel? I think you're too smart for your own good!"

With those words, he grabbed both kittens by their tails, and stuffed them into a small brown sack that one of the Hench's had been carrying. Graci hissed and snarled, "Let us go!"

She tried to slit her way out of the bag with her claws, but the mesh held firm. "Where's he taking us?" Malaro whispered, his voice shaking with fear.

Graci didn't answer. She had a horrible feeling that wherever he was taking them, it was not going to be good.

Minutes later, the sack was tipped over, and the two kittens tumbled onto a cold, stone floor. Zazor was holding the sack, and he cackled madly as he slammed a steel gate shut behind them, "You'll learn your place soon enough!"

Zazor slunk away from the cell, his eyes glittering. Part One of his plan was complete. Now all he needed to do was find Macavity, and drop the bombshell. He trotted up a set of stairs, and around a corner. There, he stopped, and entered the door on the left.

Inside, Macavity and Bombalurina lay on a four poster bed, wrapped in a tight embrace. Zazor cleared his throat loudly, and Macavity looked up. "What do you want?"

Zazor bowed low. "Sorry to interrupt you, sir, but we have captured the kittens from the Junkyard."

Macavity glared at him, "What are you talking about Zazor? I didn't ask for any kittens."

A smirk ran across Zazor's face, "Oh, yes you did, sir. You asked for your kittens. HER kittens." He pointed a sharp and dirty claw at the Red Queen wrapped in Macavity's strong arms.

"WHAT!?"

Bombalurina jumped away from Macavity, "You…You…"

"No…" Macavity growled. He narrowed his eyes at Zazor, "What are you playing at?"

Zazor grinned innocently, "But you told us to bring the kittens to you, sir!"

Bomba shook her head as tears began to fill her eyes. "NO!"

With a last, horrified look at Macavity, she bolted from the room. Macavity watched her go, helpless, and then turned on Zazor, snarling furiously.

Suddenly, there was a scream from outside! Bomba! Macavity ran to the door, but it was bolted shut.

Zazor grinned. Everything was going just as he had planned. Cattamier and Zufier had been waiting outside the room, and had captured Bomba when she fled. Now, they would move her and the kittens to the new hideout.

Macavity, meanwhile, was throwing himself against the door in a desperate attempt to get out. When he saw that it wouldn't budge, he whirled around, claws at the ready, prepared to rip Zazor limb from limb. But when he turned to the spot where Zazor had been standing, he found that he had disappeared. Macavity let out a roar of frustration. They had been so close…