Chapter Three

The Real Story

(Jemima's POV)

I sat at the edge of the old, cracked tv. I always come to the farthest reaches of the junkyard when I'm feeling hard feelings. I don't think anybody knows what's back there.

There's a small pond. It goes right off the junkyard. I know that it's off a junkyard, but it's not musty, dirty gross water. Not the concoctions you would find in the sewer. The liquid is oddly crystal clear, shining somewhat. It casts light all over the place. Weeping willow trees hang over the water, causing beautiful reflections. The wind is soft, warm, the breeze rushing through my fur and ears, filling me with a calm feeling. I could swear when the cattails wave, I hear laughter. I go there all the time.

Although unlike other times, I was angry this time.

"Why?! Why am I never told things?! They just don't think I'm ready for it, do they?! Right?! I'm right, aren't I?!" I screeched across the water.

One of the reasons I go there is because it's out of earshot of any other Jellicles.

"Or maybe, hey, you know what?! They probably think, 'Oh, Jemima, such a sweet baby kitten. They think 'Hey, she's too young to understand any of this stupid grown-up STUFF! AGH! I HATE GROWN-UPS NOT CONDESCENDING TO TELL KITTENS THEIR PLANS AND SUCH! They just think they can't TRUST me, do they?!" I heard myself scream in a mocking voice.

I then snapped out of whatever trance I had just been in. I came to attention, huffing and panting from whatever I had just awaken from.

"Um...I was doing it again, wasn't I?" I asked a family of innocent ducks who just happened to be passing by. I giggled. "I really take after mom, don't I?" You know, talking to random animals. Only I eat mice, and she doesn't. Whenever dad eats one, she starts screaming and throwing things.

The duck stared at me with its brain-dead eyes, staring into my soul.

Welcome to my dark side folks.

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(Misto's POV)

"Well, I honestly don't know how to put this…" said Katana, also known as the strange queen who had abducted me.

"I honestly don't care how you tell it, just as long as you let me go afterwards." I told her.

She snarled a little bit. "Well, you don't have to be so over enthusiastic about this." She said sarcastically.

"Whatever." I said.

She sighed, exasperated. "Look, I get it, I just kidnapped you from your supposed dad, I'd expect you to be a little bit moody. Just calm down, and let me talk."

I had already agreed to hear her out, so I nodded. "Okay. Sure, I guess. Just tell me."

She sat down on her bed. "Well...you know that Tugger's your adoptive dad."

"Obviously." I told her. We looked nothing like Bombalurina, our mother, or the Rum Tum Tugger, our father. They may not be our real parents, but they sure acted like it. And we felt like a real family. Bombalurina never had any kids, so she was happy about us. We were left in the junkyard as babies.

"Well, our mother thought once that our father was going crazy, so she took you and Alonzo, because dad tried-"

"Why are you saying our dad?" I asked, now worried.

Katana inhaled sharply, closed her eyes, and quickly answered the question. "I'm your long lost sister. Or, you and Alonzo are my long lost brothers. Well, just you."

I backed up, taken aback by this claim. I had a sister? "What? You're my sister?" But I let the full statement sink in. "Why-why am I just your brother?"

"Our father-our father-our mother thought our father was going insane because-because he tried he tried to get rid of Alonzo and use you for his plans. Our mother escaped with you two, but not me." She glanced at the floor. "Our father only wanted kittens he could use as proper hench cats."

"Hench cats?" I asked, feeling sick to my stomach. "But-but the only cat who has hench cats is-" I stopped, looking at her for an answer. She nodded, looking at me with sad, pink, misty eyes.

"Our father is Macavity."

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(Katana's POV)

I think Misto didn't like the fact that his dad was the infamous Macavity.

His face paled. "What-what-why-I-" He kept stuttering, like I had earlier. I held up my hand, shushing him.

"Ask your questions clearer next time. Father wants to meet you.

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(Literally ten minutes later…)

"Don't be nervous." I told my little brother. I could swear I saw him trembling. It was kind of adorable. He looked so frightened. He actually looked so cute.

I've always wanted a little sibling. Now I have one.

"Dad won't hurt you. He just wants to meet you. Mother kept him from doing that properly." A thought hit me. "Also, best not to mention her."

The hench cats opened up the door. "Just be yourself." I said, taking Mistoffelees's small hand in my own. "You'll be fine."

We stepped into the old subway station. The tracks were filled with water, making small pools. The dim fluorescent lights overhead made rust colored reflections on the surface of the water. There were about five or six old subway cars, where hench cats trained and lived, where cats could eat, where important cats lived, where prisoners were kept, etc. etc. I could go on for another forty minutes telling you. And in the middle, on a throne made of Amazon boxes, was Macavity. He actually-he was-smiling! He was smiling at us! His twisted, creepy features made his smile ragged and disoriented.

"Hello Mistoffelees." He said, keeping his gaze on my little brother only.

Well, I guess it's okay for his focus to be centered on Misto for now.

"How are my brothers? Well, I guess they're more of bothers to be honest."

Oh, I forgot to tell him that Tugger adopted Misto. Oh well, he'll find out now. But would it kill him to say hi to me?

"Well, actually, your brother kind of became my dad-um...what do I call you?" Mistoffelees said.

"Dad." Father said.

I call him that too. Other child over here! Your daughter! The one you lived with for thirteen years! Hello! Anybody home?!

"But I don't wanna call you dad!"

"Then father." Macavity said.

"But I don't want to call you father either!"

"Then call me dad."

"But I don't-" Misto began.

"Is this some sort of Jedi mind trick?" Father asked. Misto snickered, and then caught himself.

Dad's eyebrows raised. "See? I'm a funny guy!"

Misto played with his thumbs, fiddling with his fingers. "Well, you captured grandpa…"

"Well, capturing Old Deuteronomy was something I had to do. You see, I had to...I had to...I had to talk to my father! Yes, I had to ask him a very important question. Nobody trusts me anymore, so I knew he would never answer it willingly without attacking me."

"...And then you dressed up as grandpa to trick the tribe…"

"I had to talk to Munkustrap about Deuteronomy. Same reason as before-nobody would trust me."

"...And then you fought uncle Munkustrap and attempted to kidnap aunt Demeter…"

"You see, I never fight without being fought first. I didn't attack you those first two times, did I? No! I don't mean to sound childish, but he started it! And I just wanted to-um-give Demeter a cookie…"

Okay, that last one wasn't really good. I mean, a cookie? Nice going.

But somehow, Misto bought it.

"...And then you sent my sister to kidnap me..."

"I wanted you to come home. I saw you during the Jellicle Ball (Ah, I remember when I danced in the Jellicle Ball. I also remember when I played the Rumpus Cat in the Battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles. Part of the reason I left the tribe). You are so much like your mother. Both of my children look like her."

"Um...this might be a tough topic, but what about Alonzo?" Misto asked shyly.

Macavity gazed onwards, pretending Misto didn't say a thing. "Well, I don't usually like to bring him up."

Misto looked at his paws. "Katana said you tried to kill him. That was my last reason."

Macavity nodded, grimly. "You see, if a kitten is born, and one of their parents is magical, and the other isn't, and the kitten isn't magical, their life is at risk. They might get sick more often, and the child with powers can harm them accidently. And did Katana tell you how I tried to get rid of him?"

Misto shook his head.

Macavity laughed. "I wasn't going to kill him. I was going to give him to another family to look after. But my wife took you before I got the chance. I can't judge Katana, because I never told her that part before."

Oh. He did never tell me that. Misto looked at me for guidance.

I nodded. "He never told me that before."

Mistoffelees suddenly looked concerned. "Alonzo could get sick more often? Is he going to be okay?" He asked, worried about our oldest brother. Macavity nodded.

"Of course. He's going to be fine. Now, why don't you go over into that car back there, and meet your adoptive brothers and sisters."

A/N

Phew, that took me a long time. But it was fun! I loved typing so rapidly! Yay! I'm on typing spree! Now, I'm sorry this A/N is so short, but I need to get to work on chapter four!

Critique as much as you like, just don't swear or say anything inappropriate. This fanfic is the opposite of gas station bathrooms-clean!

That's it for now, see you next time!

Sayonara (Goodbye)!

-Luna