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Things go wrong now. Really wrong.

Alonzo is helpless to get out of his perilous situation.

WARNING: Strong violent themes including scenes of physical abuse, torture and mutilation. Also scenes of sexual violence and disturbing imagery.

A year in the life of the black and white toms

Chapter 9

Destroyed

The pristine black and white tom awoke in darkness. The air around him felt cold and dank as he slowly opened his eyes. There was very little light and it was hard for him to see where he was. He felt dizzy and lightheaded and after a few minutes a thumping pain took hold of his head. He winced at his aching mind and tried to remember what had happened. He could remember being taken somewhere by someone but it had been very dark. He remembered thrashing around as his captor or captors restrained him and he suddenly remembered something hitting him over the head, and that's right: there was more than one. The world had gone black after that but there was something still there just before the memory cut out. The tom tried to claw his way through whatever it was that was clouding the image in his brain and soon he could see the unmistakeable devilish glow of Macavity's eyes. He remembered how Macavity had looked down at him with pure evil on his face just before the memory stopped and he snapped his eyes open to look around and make sure it wasn't real – how wrong he was. He couldn't see anything but he knew Macavity was nearby – he could feel it. Alonzo tried to get up but then realised he was already standing or at least hanging in an upright position as it seemed his arms were being pulled above him. He looked up and saw the faint glimmer of metal chains wrapped around his wrists making him hang from the ceiling. As he saw where the metal dug at his skin he suddenly felt the pain they caused and immediately kicked life into his legs to support his hanging body. There wasn't much room to bring them down as he had been restrained so he almost had to stand on tiptoes. He couldn't bring his arms down at all and his aching muscles screamed as the blood that had been within remained absent having drained hours ago. Alonzo struggled against the ties but found it no use. He pulled and pulled but only hurt himself more as he made desperate attempts for freedom. He stood there breathing heavily in the darkness and tried to listen for any noise that might indicate his location. The area was deathly silent save for every now and again a few scuffles – surely it was the sound of rats keeping their distance. Perhaps they knew something Alonzo didn't.

The passage of time was difficult to decipher and he did not know whether he had been hanging for minutes or hours before he heard something moving behind him. He attempted to turn but discovered his paws had been chained to the floor and then found his neck wouldn't turn far enough for him to see his captor.

"Hello?" called Alonzo quietly into the dimness. In the shadows he could just make out the shape of quite a large figure and he stared intensively to try and make out any distinguishable features.

"Hello?" he tried again as he watched the cat walk in circles around his hanging body. It was silently examining it's prisoner and watching the restrained Alonzo adapt to his situation. The black and white tom watched until the cat once again walked behind him and out of his view. He felt violated as he felt invisible eyes scan over his exposed body. There was a nagging in the back of his mind telling him whom this mystery cat was but he didn't want to believe it. If it was who he thought it was then he was in a considerable amount of danger and he was sure admitting it to himself would make him break down in fear. That was certainly something he didn't need his suspect to witness because if he saw Alonzo show any vulnerability then he wouldn't hesitate to do unspeakable things to him. As Alonzo turned his ears to listen behind him he made out the sound of the hidden cat's breathing as well as slow paces that seemed to be getting nearer. Without being touched he sensed the cat stand very close behind him and felt the heat which radiated from his body. Alonzo flinched as he heard the now obviously male cat take in his scent and breathe it back out onto his exposed neck. The warm breath made Alonzo shiver in disgust as he imagined what the cat must have been thinking. He knew of only one being that operated in this manner and it was of course his worst fear.

"Macavity?" whispered Alonzo looking straight ahead with wide eyes and beginning to shiver with fear.

The invisible cat began a low rumble of laughter and brought his mouth close to Alonzo's ear before speaking in a gravelly, dangerous voice,

"I promised you I'd have you, didn't I?"

Munkustrap was having no luck in discovering the whereabouts of the queen he was looking for. This 'Georgina' was seeming to become imaginary as cat after cat told the tabby they had never heard of her. He had happened upon some of the seediest, darkest places during his search and he was beginning to feel uncomfortable being there. He jumped back as two rough-looking toms burst out fighting from an overturned bin and he quickly hurried along so as not to be noticed. He really wanted to get home but knew the sooner he found Billy's mother, the better. As he rounded a few more corners he saw a small group of nasty-looking queens that gazed at him as he walked by. Some of them called out as he went,

"Hey, sexy. You lookin' for a good time?"

Munk grimaced as he looked at them but responded as politely as he could,

"No, thank you, ladies"

"Your loss" one of them said turning away. Munk was about to carry on but reluctantly decided to ask them,

"I beg your pardon…madam. I don't suppose you know of a cat named Georgina, do you?"

The shabby queen who had last spoken turned back and looked him up and down,

"I might do, who wants to know?"

"Well, it's like this. Me and my tribe have found her son and we were hoping to find her so she could take him back"

"Is that so?" the queen said licking her lips, "She's gone missing, has she?"

Munk felt a twinge of hope despite the reputation of this sort of cat.

"Yes, well, we think she might have done" the tabby said, "I assume you know her?"

"Couldn't say I do. Cats sometimes go missing 'round here, sunshine. You know Macavity works in these parts, don't you? Perhaps he got to her"

Munk felt his stomach turn, could it be that the biggest psychopath going had kidnapped Billy's mother? If so there probably wasn't a strong chance she'd be found in a pretty state.

"Thank you, madam" said Munk turning to hurry away

"Anytime you feel like coming back, gorgeous, you know where to find me" the queen cackled as Munk ran off. He felt dirty simply having spoken to her and he wanted to get away as fast as he could. The silver tabby was tired now and the morning had almost come to an end with the sun flying high in the sky. He decided to return home and rest before trying a different part of London later and quickly made his way through the backstreets towards his home.

It was strange but he could have sworn he could smell Alonzo's scent in the air as he ran past a derelict warehouse. He passed it off as his exhausted mind playing tricks on him, surely Alonzo was waiting for him in his den.

Back at the junkyard, Pouncival scampered around as usual. He was recruiting the kittens to play and pretty soon he had his regular troupe in tow. They began to tumble around in the clearing and were soon laughing and shouting and causing a great hullaballoo. The noise enticed a tiny black and white tom from Jenny and Skimble's den and he peeked out at the joyful kittens. Billy didn't notice Jenny creep up behind him and jumped when she spoke,

"Why don't you go and play with them, dear?"

Billy looked at her, then looked back at the kittens, then looked at her again,

"What if they don't like me?" he said timidly

"Oh, poppet, of course they will! Come on, I'll bring you to them." Jenny took Billy's paw and pulled him along with her. She marched over to the pile of kittens and presented Billy in front of her.

"Ahem" she announced making the kittens stop to look, "My dears, would you be very kind and show Billy around?"

The kittens looked down from her face to the hopeful-looking kitten whose paw she held. They took a moment to examine him but then smiled happily and dragged him away from her.

"Don't be too rough" she called as they ran along with the little cat, he seemed happy to be accepted so freely into their pintsized gang. Jenny smiled but with a heavy heart, it was lovely to see the kitten happy after having gone through so much in that past few weeks.

As she turned to return to her den she saw Munk walk tiredly back into the junkyard. She smiled at him as he trounced by and called to him as he went.

"Any luck, Munk?"

The silver tabby looked as her as he began to ascend the junk to his and his mate's den.

"Not yet. I'm gonna try again later"

"It's very good of you, dear. Sleep well"

Munk smiled weakly and entered his den hoping to curl up with his sweetheart. He came back out a moment later looking puzzled and called to Jenny before she went inside,

"Jenny, do you know where Alonzo is?"

The tabby queen turned back to him, "No, sorry. Is he not home?"

"No. Did he say he was going anywhere?"

"No, he didn't. I'm sure he'll show up, dear, maybe he went to ask about Billy's mother himself"

"Alright" Munk said resignedly. He knew Alonzo must have been safe whatever he was up to and went back into the den he shared with the tom. He lay down on his bed and closed his eyes waiting for sleep to take him. He tossed and turned for a long time before he finally dropped off. There was a scent in the air and it bugged him. He knew it was crazy but it seemed as though he could smell Macavity.

Alonzo breathed heavily as the red and black tom with the wild mane continuously exhaled on his neck. It was becoming harder and harder for him to keep it together as Macavity lusted over his restrained body. He didn't move for fear of exciting the evil tom as he didn't want to give Macavity any form of encouragement - regardless of how small. After a while his captor backed away and seemingly disappeared. Alonzo let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes to calm down from the adrenaline-induced rush he felt. Little did he know Macavity had swooped around to his front and was playing with his mind. He certainly wasn't going to stop until he had destroyed all of his prisoner's courage and solidarity. Alonzo's relaxation didn't last very long as Macavity suddenly popped up right in front of him and grabbed his face whilst glaring deep into Alonzo's eyes. The black and white tom let out a yelp of surprise at the fire he saw within and chastised himself for showing any sign of weakness. Macavity smiled as he brought his face closer to his prey's and looked over Alonzo's delicate features. They stood there for what seemed like an eternity before Macavity pulled away and ran off into the darkness. Alonzo tried to follow him with his eyes but soon lost sight. It wasn't long though before blinding white light filled the space around him making the tom try his best to turn away from the blaze. Macavity had pulled a large, heavy, black sheet down from where it had been hung over the warehouse's dusty windows and the light made Alonzo's fur glisten as he hung. He could see his prison clearly now and looked around at the dull, grey concrete walls. It was dirty and there was dust and broken glass everywhere as well as what Alonzo could immediately see as dried blood all over the floor and splattered on the walls. He gulped and began to sweat nervously as he started to liken himself to a similar fate. He looked back up to where Macavity had been standing but once again the evil cat had vanished – it didn't matter as Alonzo knew he was still being watched anyway. Macavity again stood behind his victim and analyzed his body in the daylight – it looked even better with the sun making his fur shine. He viciously licked his lips before approaching Alonzo for a second time only on this occasion he extended his paws towards the tom. Alonzo flinched as he felt Macavity's paws start to explore his lower back and slowly work their way up to his shoulders. Alonzo shuddered as he thought of what the mystery cat was going to do to him and closed his eyes to try and stop a tear from gliding down his cheek. He was having an incredibly hard time handling this type of manipulation and the thought of what was going to happen to him was becoming unbearable. He knew he was nowhere near as strong as Munk and he whimpered as he thought of his mate. He really needed him more than ever at that moment yet the silver tabby probably didn't even know he was in danger. As the bombshell of nobody knowing where he was dropped on him he let out a pained sob in his struggle to keep control. The sound made Macavity bare his teeth in a psychotic smile as he felt his mind games working. He decided he would shatter any fragment of stability the black and white tom had left and proceeded to wrap his arms around him. The action made Alonzo shiver as he felt the dangerous tom's paws rub through his soft fur. Macavity rubbed and stroked Alonzo's chest as he silently drummed in the omen of what was coming – Alonzo by this point knew all too well what Macavity intended to do, he had heard many an awful story on the grapevine. Alonzo did his best to control his breathing and keep his heart from beating out of his chest but in the end he failed miserably. He began to shake with sobs of fear and helplessness as Macavity molested him and the tears he had managed to courageously hold back now leaked from his tortured eyes. He sniffed as he quietly cried and Macavity smiled wider at the tom's slow realisation what was in store. He took Alonzo's breaking down as a sign to drive the final nail into the coffin and brought his paws up to rub Alonzo's neck. He grazed gingerly at the patched tom's throat with his claws causing the prisoner to whimper loudly in panic as his breathing picked up. The evil tom chuckled,

"Not yet" he whispered, "Soon, but not yet"

As he brought his mouth down from Alonzo's ear he firmly licked from the tom's shoulder, along his neck and back up to that ear. Alonzo gagged at Macavity's vile display of lust and malevolence and without thinking turned his head downward and bit down hard on the paw which was abusing his throat. Macavity staggered back and yelled at the sudden sharpness then glared as he saw blood begin to seep through the fur on his paw. With blazing anger he rushed forward and sunk his knifelike claws into Alonzo's side making the tom cry out in pain and thrash wildly. Without mercy Macavity ripped them out through Alonzo's tender flesh leaving shallow but heavily bleeding gashes on the sides of his body. Alonzo screamed in agony as he felt the claws tear through him and the unmistakeable warm trickle of blood beginning to run downwards away the wounds. He stood there in the middle of the space trying to stifle his wails which of course gave Macavity intense pleasure. The evil tom rushed back up to his victim and gripped him roughly around his ribs. He brought his mouth close to Alonzo's ear and screamed,

"You had better behave, you little bitch! Do not underestimate me!"

With that he bit down onto the shoulder he had violated causing Alonzo to scream again. As Macavity watched the little rivers of blood which flowed from the tom he leaned forward and licked at the precious, red fluid. Alonzo winced and shook as the feel of the sick tom's rough tongue stung the bite marks. He managed to pull himself together for a brief moment to attempt a warning,

"You'd better not try and hurt me any more, Macavity. I think you know all too well what Munkustrap will do to you"

Macavity cackled at the tom's words,

"As if I'd be afraid of that silly kitty. He's about as useful as a old, damp sock"

"Don't you remember what he did to you last time?" squeaked Alonzo. Macavity felt a small twinge in his crooked ear at the reminder. He swiped at Alonzo's back leaving three distinct grazes and making the tom wince again.

"I think I'll consider you my revenge. Now, I'd best teach you not to talk back, you little whore!" He growled and took a small step away from the restrained tom. In a shameless and sickening display of violence and hate he began to strike the already afflicted tom with his claws. He made knew slices through the patched tom's skin and caused more blood to run from the open wounds. Alonzo screamed and cried as Macavity went into a frenzy of mutilation and within minutes Alonzo's back was soaked in torrents of blood and mangled fur. The sight was truly horrific as Macavity continued to slash at him and Alonzo just hung there and cried in agony as he felt his blood run down his legs and onto the floor. He was covered in gashes and grazes and it was then that Macavity started to make lots of little puncture wounds all over Alonzo's remaining untouched body with his claws. The terrified tom hung in his chains and prayed to the Everlasting Cat for his ordeal to come to an end and felt a glimmer of hope as Macavity began to let up. It was then that the real atrocity took place.

Alonzo stood panting in the bright afternoon light and tried to deal with the agonizing sting that radiated around his entire body. As his head hung forward he could see his own blood run off of his heels and pool around his paws. Some of the blood dripped from his upper body and he sobbed at the horrible sight. He didn't notice the sound of Macavity fumbling with himself behind him until he once again grabbed Alonzo by the hips. He yanked the tom's tail upwards eliciting a shriek from his victim and moved himself into position. He whispered into Alonzo's ear as the tom shook with grief and hatred,

"I love how you cry, Alonzo. It's music to my ears. Now, I reckon you're going to enjoy this"

Alonzo's eyes snapped open as he felt what Macavity was about to do.

"Macavity! No! Please don't! I'll do anything! Please don't do it! Please!"

The evil tom grinned diabolically as he listened to the tom's begging and then – without mercy - forced himself inside of Alonzo. The patched tom shrieked with pain as he was raped and continued to cry out as Macavity's movements became more and more violent. Alonzo had never felt lower as he sensed the evil tom move inside him. The pain was unbelievable but the stabbing shame and loss of self-worth he experienced was soul destroying. He had never felt more vulnerable or abused in his life and he carried on wailing as Macavity moaned sickeningly. Tears streamed freely from Alonzo's eyes and dripped onto the floor to mix with his drying blood; he had never known such cruelty could exist in any one cat.

The ferociousness of the rape continued and it wasn't long before Macavity let out a vile groan of pleasure and finished his horrible act with a series of gut-wrenching jerks. He pulled himself away from his prey and Alonzo suddenly silenced his desperate cries. He didn't want Macavity to be gratified by the sound of his sobs yet he felt the awful tom had already gotten the reaction he set out for. The black and white tom – stained with red – hung in sheer misery as he waited for whatever was to come next. His legs no longer supported him since he had lost all feeling except that which came from his afflictions. The last shreds of hope he had been hanging onto seemed to have fluttered away now that the atrocious deed was done. He had no hope anymore and simply wanted to die – after all what else remained for Macavity to do other than that to make him feel any lower? He had done the unspeakable and the shame Alonzo felt was completely crushing.

Macavity moved around to his front and Alonzo peeked to see his blood having rubbed off onto the rapist from the proximity of their bodies a few moments ago. He returned his eyes to the ground not wanting to see the evil tom's expression. His wish not to look was disrupted when Macavity grabbed his head and placed a dreadful kiss on Alonzo's lips. After a few seconds he threw the toms face away letting Alonzo hang limp again. He hadn't reacted when Macavity had assaulted his mouth, he simply didn't care anymore. He felt worthless and as if the world had forgotten him. The free cat sauntered away from his prisoner quietly with a feeling of smugness and deep satisfaction. He stopped to give one final, harrowing message,

"You're mine now. Don't think that was the last you're gonna to get"

He left the space leaving Alonzo hanging silently with a fuzzy mind. Macavity had stolen something from him but he didn't know what it was. All he knew was that he would never feel right again.

Munk startled from his nightmarish sleep. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He ran out of the den to check if anything was happening in the junkyard but he was greeted by the early evening silence that was always found at this time. He tried to think through what he was feeling to determine the cause and centred on Alonzo. He hadn't been there when Munk had woken up just like he hadn't been there when he'd come back earlier. Munk didn't panic, he simply put himself into his protector mindset; it wasn't proper for a figure such as him to lose control, he had far too much solidarity for that. Still, the nagging that Alonzo was in trouble kept pawing at his mind and he began searching for his missing mate. He trotted around the junkyard looking for the patched tom and caught none of his scent in the air. As the light began to fade and the air began to grow colder the silver tabby started to run and eventually sprint across the junk piles. He told himself to be calm but the feeling of Alonzo being in danger grew stronger and stronger as the night approached. He soon ended up back in the clearing and there were now assorted Jellicles hanging around. Like a bolt of lightning he shot over to the first cat he saw and spun him around. Tugger startled at the sudden grab and was about to voice his annoyance before Munk spoke first,

"Have you seen, Alonzo?" the tabby said firmly

Tugger looked at his brother, he was obviously distressed but in his trademark statue-like expression he was doing a good job of hiding it. Tugger chose the wrong moment to be cocky,

"Run off with another tom already, has he? Never mind, bro, you'll get another one someday" he said with a smirk. He was surprised as Munk - who was now showing more desperate concern - shook him roughly.

"Tugger!" he said loudly causing other Jellicles to turn and listen. "I need you to be serious!"

The maned tom looked back confusedly and decided it was best not to be a jerk for the moment,

"I haven't seen him. Is everything alright?" Munk didn't answer the question as he ran towards Bombalurina.

"Bomba, have you seen Alonzo?" he asked

The queen just shook her head apologetically but with the same expression of confusion and concern that was adorning Tugger.

"Has anyone seen Alonzo?" shouted Munk to all the cats present but receiving no response except blank stares.

"When was the last time anyone saw him?" he shouted again becoming more frightened now.

Silence remained until a few of the Jellicles mumbled their answers,

"I think it was when he went into his den early this morning before you left to search for Billy's mother. Was he not there?" said Jenny

Munk looked grim, "No, he wasn't" he replied. "Anyone else?"

The surrounding cats had no answers to give and just looked back at their protector.

"Everlasting Cat!" mumbled Munk as he began to start moving again. Before he ran out of the junkyard he turned to give a command,

"Nobody leaves until I get back. If Alonzo returns don't let him out of your sight"

With that Munk vanished from their view and began sprinting around backstreets looking for his lost mate. He knew something was horribly wrong and he needed to find his tom quickly. He felt uneasy as a horrible feeling of dread crept into his heart and made him more frightened.

Time was irrelevant; it no longer mattered to the stricken tom that hung from his chains. Nothing mattered anymore; he was a damaged cat that wasn't worth the air he was breathing. He knew it had gotten dark but he didn't care. His mind was empty and he simply gazed in shock at the concrete floor covered with his and some other cat's blood. His bleeding had stopped now but the awful sting still lingered in his flesh. Every speck of happiness he had possessed before this terrible occurrence had somehow splintered and was lying as shards of his broken soul. Macavity had ruined him and he felt utterly worthless, unclean and despicable. He hated Macavity for what he'd done but he hated himself more. He didn't want to live anymore in his tainted body and he once again began to sob in his solitude. Flashes of random thoughts flew through his mind and confused him to the point of madness until his mind's eye settled on one particular image: Munkustrap. He felt a stabbing pain in his heart as he thought of his mate and what the tabby what think of him now. How could the spectacular, beautiful, powerful Munkustrap want anything to do with him ever again? How would the tabby ever think of him as unique or special anymore? He was dirt. In fact he was less than dirt and he felt as if he had no right to life. As the thought of Munk rejecting his tattered, useless body began to manifest in his head he sobbed harder and let out pained cries into the cold, dark air. He hadn't only lost his dignity that day, he'd surely lost his mate – his one reason for living - as well. He was alone in the world; defiled, destroyed and completely alone.

Darkness eventually closed in around him and left him to cry into the abyss. No one heard his pained sobs as he spilled his grief into the chilling night air.

I know how horrible that was but please just go with it for now.

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