***WARNING: Contains character death!***
We ran back to Munk, and we hid behind some furniture to watch. Munk had several cuts across his face and he looked like he was ready to faint or something. I had to run out there to do something!
"Aliyah!" Jerrie hissed quietly. "Get bock 'ere!"
Of course, I ignored him. I ran straight at Macavity, who abandoned his attention on the fallen Tabby to focus on me. I had forgotten that he had powers, which was a big mistake on my part. Using his levitation, he lifted me into the air and hurled me across the room. I slammed into a dinner table where a few dishes were left stranded.
The table broke underneath me and the dishes fell everywhere. I could feel myself losing consciousness. My eyes snapped open to hear Jerrie choking mine and Munk's name, and I saw Macavity had Jerrie in the same death-grip that he had on me. I quickly looked around for anything sharp. A knife that had fallen from the table caught my eye, and I grasped it tightly. When I passed Munk I could see him struggling to not lose consciousness as well. I limped my way over to the two cats.
"Leave my friends alone!" I shrieked.
Jerrie fell to the floor, gasping for air. Macavity whipped around to look at me, and his eyes widened when I plunged the knife into his stomach. Blood began oozing out and he began foaming at the mouth. I yanked the knife out and Macavity staggered backwards, his eyes still on me.
He fell down and gave one last shudder, closing his eyes. A sudden peacefulness filled the room as Macavity took his last breath. I dropped the bloody knife and fell onto my knees next to my lifeless father, sobbing.
Both Munk and Jerrie gaped at me, but Jerrie ran over and held me tight. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to look at what I had just done.
"Shh, it's alroight. It's ovah."
"Everlasting Cat, Jerrie!" I cried, jumping out of his arms. "I just murdered my own father, and you think it's alright?"
Jerrie sat back on his heels. "Thoink of it this woiy: 'e won't 'arm anyoine evah agoin."
"He's right," Munk chimed in, as he managed to crawl over here. "Cats can finally walk around without having the fear of being killed or taken by Macavity."
I started hyperventilating, most likely from shock when I glanced at my fallen father. My paws began to shake and I couldn't stop shaking them. I look at my (who I now know as) uncle, and I watched the world fading around me. Then I blacked out.
Three days later
"Jenny, ore you shore? It's been three doys. She should 'ave woken up by now!"
I could hear whispering around me as I finally gained consciousness. The voices became clearer and by the sound of the voices, I realized I was back in the junkyard. I smelled the scents of almost every cat in the tribe in the den from when they had come to see if I was ok.
"Jerrie, look. She's starting to wake up." My opened my eyes to see Jenny and Jerrie staring at me. A smile was plastered on Jerrie's mouth. Jenny left to tell everyone that I had woken up.
"T-Tugger?" I whispered.
"No, it's moi, Je-"
"Where is she?" Tugger burst into the den, interrupting Jerrie.
"Oi! Can't you see we ore a bit boisy?" My eyes shot open happily. Tugger was here! I tried to smile at the sight of the stressed Maine Coon.
Tugger ignored Jerrie and ran over to me. "Are you alright?"
"I'm great," I smiled.
"So…since your Macavity's daughter, and I'm his brother…"
"You're my uncle."
Tugger's ears flattened. "Yeah, I suppose. But that doesn't change anything. Aliyah, I think...I think I..."
"Yes?" I asked hopefully, but was interrupted when Jerrie hastily stood up and dragged Tugger out of the den.
"Tuggah, whot the 'ell?" Jerrie demanded once they were out of earshot. "Look, we all know you 'ave a crosh on Aliyah. Thot doesn't moin you can flirt with moi goirl!"
"How do you know?" Tugger crossed his arms.
Jerrie rolled his eyes. "Oi, come oin! It's no secroit! The woiy you woitch 'er and whoin you toilk to 'er! Jost the oither doy I 'eard Bomba tolking to Demetah aboit 'ow you loike Aliyah. Bomba's upsoit."
Tugger uncrossed his arms. "Is it that obvious?"
"Duh!" Jerrie leaned closer to Tugger and lowered his voice. "You stoiy awoiy from moi mate."
"M-mate?"
"Yeah, that's roight. I oisked 'er to be moi mate." Tugger looked deflated. With that, Jerrie turned around and walked back to Jenny's den. Tugger kicked at the dirt and was angrily cursing to himself when Misto rounded the corner.
"Hey Tug," Misto stopped short when he watched Tugger having a mini tantrum. "Uh...you doing ok?"
No!" Tugger huffed. "Mugojerrie asked Aliyah to be his mate!"
Misto smirked. "Looks like the Rum Tum Tugger can't have everything." Tugger shot him a dirty look. "Look, just tell her that Jerrie is all wrong for her and that you two are perfect for each other. I'm sure she'll understand."
"I'll think about it." Tugger sighed. "Misto, can you not say anything about this? I'm going to tell her on my own time." Misto nodded and Tugger went to his den, thinking about how to tell Aliyah.
"'ello Alyiah!" Jerrie said brightly as he walked into the den.
"Why did you throw Tugger out? I wanted to hear what he had to say!"
"Trost moi, it wosn't imortont." I sighed and closed my eyes. That night, I dreamt only of the Rum Tum Tugger. I don't know why, though. The whole memory of being rescued my Munk and Jerrie replayed in my head, only this time, it was Tugger who saved me instead of Jerrie.
***The Napoleon of Crime is dead! But can Tugger confess his feelings for Aliyah before she and Mungojerrie are mated?***
