I presnt to you...Part 4!
I'm really proud of this one, its pretty long (or for at-lease me it is)
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Her head was pounding.
"Ugh…" Victoria moaned. The white queen slowly sat upright.
"Oh, you're finally awake." Exotica pointed. Victoria rubbed her aching head.
"Yeah but I wish I wasn't at the moment." She muttered.
"Well, that's what a hang-over does to you." Exotica said matter-of-factly. The dark queen stood up.
"Where are we?" Victoria asked looking around. From what she could tell they were in some sort of crate. The crate was missing a side, a faded Flyer covered the would be gaping hole in the wall. Victoria was sitting on a very old faded pillow; while Exotica stood across from her.
"This is my place." Exotica shrugged. Victoria nodded in understanding.
"Oh, how nice."
'Thanks." Exotica stretched and went over to the flyer, pulling it back. "I'm going to find us some breakfast. I'll be back." She said over her shoulder as she left the den.
"Alright." Victoria agreed, lying back down to drift back into sleep.
Plato stood in front of a broken mirror up against an alley wall, concentrating on his reflection. A static-like feeling overcame Plato as his powers started to comply with his intention.
Plato watched as his appearance started to alter. It wasn't like his face structure or his height started to change, but it was his fur's colors. His ginger streaks turned black, while the parts of his fur that were once white became a tan-like cream color.
Plato smirked as he petted down his now black head fur.
The only good thing my father ever gave me. He thought, referring to his abilities. He quickly combed his bangs over his eyes, it added to the disguise. This way others couldn't see his green eyes very well, Plato hasn't learned to change eye color yet.
Once he was satisfied in what he saw in the tattered mirror, Plato set off to one of his usual hangouts.
"Oi' Regg," Plato said in a cocky accent as he entered the pub. The place was basically deserted, usually was during the week. Plato didn't mind at all, in fact that was he liked it. The one other cat in there besides Reggie or Plato was an orange calico tom that was passed out on one of the tables in the far corner.
"Oh hey, Marty." The silver main coon greeted Plato as he took a seat at the counter. "Would you like your usual?" Plato nodded and gave Reggie the coin he had.
"Keep the change." He said. Reggie lumbered off to fill his order. Plato or 'Marty' contemplated. He had no clue what he was going to. Macavity had indeed put him in a difficult position. Plato was weighing out the options.
The idea of killing anyone sickened him, especially Victoria. Plato remembered the look on her face when he rescued her. So many emotions had flickered through those crystal blue eyes. Shock, Fear, and Wonder, those being only a select few.
Reggie handed Plato a mug. Plato gratefully accepted and took a drink. The familiar taste of light rum mixed with white wine tricked down his throat. He really needed a drink.
But still, Macavity was actually offering Plato his freedom. It was the one thing Macavity knew his son wanted the most.
This is your chance to escape. His conscious told him, to finally leave Macavity and his reputation behind. The chance at a life you've had always wanted. To have friends, choose a mate and maybe even start a family.
Plato tried to drink away the image forming in his head. Reggie looked at him concerned.
"Are you alright? You look very troubled right now." Plato/Marty gave a small smile.
"I'll be fine." He answered.
Plato felt someone's mind sweep through the pub. On instinct, Plato through up barriers around his conscious, protecting his thoughts from invasion. Plato looked at Reggie, who was absently cleaning out a mug. He didn't notice the mind sweep; then again he shouldn't because he doesn't possess magic. Reggie did look up at the Pub's entrance however. Plato turned to follow his gaze.
Three toms had entered the pub. The first one was a tall, black and silver tabby tom. He held himself with authority as his grey eyes swept through the place. Flanking him on the left was a slightly smaller black and white patched tom, with a huge black spot covering over one of his eyes. Plato barley paid attention to the first two that entered; his eyes were on the third tom.
It was a small tuxedo tom, who was considerably smaller than his associates, but Plato knew instantly that he was the biggest threat. Plato could tell be his aura that he was the one who possessed the magic he had felt.
The tuxedo tom realized that Plato was staring him down and stared back. Plato's eyes narrowed as he felt him trying to invade his mind, much like how Macavity usually does. Plato's mental barrier held strong, for the tuxedo tom was too weak to enter Plato's well trained mental defense.
Plato mentally shouted at the other mystic cat, but did so without allowing him access to Plato's mind.
Didn't your mother ever tell you it's fucking rude to read someone else's mind? Piss off.
The tom blinked in surprised. Plato turned back around and took another drink.
He heard their footsteps as they walked up to the bar, next to where he was sitting.
Oh shit….Plato thought.
"Hello, my name is Munkustrap." The silver tabby introduced to both Plato and Reggie.
Why does that name sound familiar? Plato thought to himself. He racked his brain for an answer or for a clue at least, but nothing immediate came to mind.
"And this is Alonzo and Quaxo." He motioned the black and white tom first, then the tuxedo mystic. Plato and Reggie exchanged glances.
"I'm Reggie, and this is one of me regulars, Marty" He introduced. Plato grunted a greeting and took another drink. "How can I help you?" Reggie asked.
"Well we are looking for someone." Munkustrap answered calmly. Plato got an uneasy feeling in gut. That's when Alonzo held up a familiar, ripped pink collar. Plato's stomach dropped as he recognized whose collar it was.
Victoria…
"Her name is Victoria; she's a young, pure white queen with blue eyes." Munkustrap informed. "This is her collar, we found it a just up the alley. Have you seen her?" He asked, voice strained. Plato lied and shook his no.
"Yeah, I saw a queen in her yesterday; she was wearing that collar and fits your description perfectly." Reggie said, cleaning out a mug. The others, including Plato, gawked at him in shock.
"Really? Do you know where she is?" Quaxo asked his voice hopeful. Munkustrap sent him a warning glance before focusing his attention back to Reg.
"Tell us everything." He said in a low voice.
"Alright I'll tell you everything." Reggie said, "Just relax." Munkustrap sent a cold look.
"We're waiting." He said sternly. Reggie sighed.
"Alright. Yesterday when it started to rain, Vale-"
"Victoria."
"Oh right, Victoria came in to shelter from the rain. It was obvious that the kid was out of place, so one of my regular customers decided to be nice and paid for her to have a drink. They had a small talk before asking Victoria if she was lost and need to find her way back."
"So is this 'regular customer' bringing her home?" Quaxo asked, excited. Reggie shook his head.
"No this is where it gets…interesting. Victoria told them that she wasn't lost, but actually looking for someone."
Plato stiffened. He started to grow very nervous, but was able to hide it from the others. Plato knew where this was going, and need to get out fast. But he couldn't afford looking suspicious, it may blow his cover and Plato sure as hell wouldn't want to face the consequences if that did happen.
"Did she say who she was looking for? " Munkustrap asked, quietly.
"Well when she said this, Victoria was pretty drunk. She had just finished her second mug of rum and-"
"Who is she looking for?" Alonzo all but growled, showing that he was getting irritated. Reggie looked down and mumbled the name under his breath. "What was that?" Alonzo snarled. This time Reggie looked up and said the name loud and clear
"Plato." Munkustrap's face started to redden as he dug his claws into the bar counter Alonzo's face paled and Quaxo looked confused.
"Who's Plato?" He asked clueless. Plato and Reggie stared at him dumbstruck. Reggie then excused himself, for he suddenly decided that the tom passed out in the corner needed to be awoken. Reggie lumbered off as Alonzo quietly explained.
"Plato is Macavity's son, a crime lord to be and heir to Macavity's empire. It's rumored that he's just as cunning as his father. He's also rumored to be even more ambitious and ruthless as well." Plato almost snorted in laughter, but managed to stop himself.
As if. Plato thought I want nothing to do with him
"That's explains things." Quaxo whispered. Everyone turned towards, expecting for him to continue. "It explains why Victoria was sneaking out every night. She told me she was simply stargazing, but maybe she was secretly meeting this guy." He said softly, not wanting to believe it. "Maybe…she decided to leave the tribe for this guy."
"Why?" Alonzo. That's when Munkustrap spoke up again.
"Why? Because Plato probably promised Victoria the world, deceiving and tricking her into coming to him." Munkustrap said through gritted teeth, "Just like Macavity did to Demeter."
Plato took a sharp inhale. Demeter….That is my mother's name. But she abandoned me be with Macavity and ran off to be mated to the Jellicle protector….
"Munkustrap" Plato whispered, wide eyed. It suddenly dawned on him who the pissed tom next to him was. It was his father's worst enemy, his step father and in fact…one of Plato's actual uncles. The sliver tabby looked up at him.
"Yes?" He asked. Plato didn't realize he said his name out loud.
"Uh..." Plato couldn't think of anything to say.
"What did you say your name was?" Munkustrap asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Marty" Plato answered smoothly, that was one lie he has said a lot, and could make believable. Munkustrap studied him for a few moments before saying,
"If you know or hear anything, come to the junkyard and let us know." He said heading for the door. Alonzo and Quaxo followed him.
"If I find out that Plato has even touched one strand of Victoria's fur, I'll rip his head off" Munkustrap growled. Alonzo nodded in agreement and said,
"You aren't the only one."
And with that the three Jellicles left the pub.
Plato's mind was spinning.
Macavity wants Victoria dead, and will kill her himself if Plato doesn't. Victoria is trying to find Plato, unaware that's practically suicide, and has no clue who he really is. The Jellicles are looking for Victoria, and if they find her with Plato, they will probably kill him, especially if she does die
What the fuck am I going to do now! Plato's mind screeched. He started to calm himself down. Alright, just relax. Go talk Exotica , she'll know what to do.
With that Plato quickly exited pub and started running off to the direct of the den to one his only friends.
*gasp* Oh no! if i recall, there is a certain snow white run-away currently sleeping at Exotica's place as we speak...
What can possibly happen next? Stay tuned to find out!
