Hey! Hope you guys are having a nice day and all that good stuff. This is part 2 of Chapter 3!
Disclaimer: Must I write this disclaimer? Isn't it obvious already? :)
Back at Macavity's…
I looked up at Macavity, waiting for him to answer my question. He stared at me, and I moved my gaze away. He then started to speak in his strange, snakey voice-
"You are going to use your magic to bring Munkustrap and Deuteronomy here. The time has come to get my revenge on them."
Well, that was a bit unexpected. "Wait, I thought you were magic! Can't you just do the whole abracadabra thing and bring them here?" That earned me another smack. I guess he doesn't like being reminded about things he can't do.
"You're obviously not as smart as I thought you were, so let me explain with small words you can understand. Deuteronomy has his own magic, and I can't get around the guards he put out to protect himself. I would have to get him physically, and ever since my last attempt, Munkustrap would get in the way. It's easier to just use you. He wouldn't think about having to shield himself from a young kitten."
I knew that Old Deuteronomy had magic; there was no other way he could always know everything. But the other one remark; about his the last attempt… I never actually learned all the details about that. It was something that the older cats always refused to talk about.
A few years ago, when I was still too young to participate in the Ball, my father told me that our leader was taken by Macavity, but was than recused by a mysterious cat, that only appeared in times of great trouble and what not. While I thought the last part was bogus, I did relize that there was a cat out there that was Macavity's better. What was his name? It was really long and strange. Misto…Mistoff…Mistoffelees!
Anyways, putting that thought away for storage (I has more important things to think about), I tried to figure out what Macavity wanted. It's known that he hates us Jellicles, but more specifically, the hated is directed at Munkustrap and Deuteronomy. Something about an ancient wrong or such. And he wanted Quaxo to bring them here to get pay back (and they call girls dramatic).
"So? Do it!" Macavity butted into my thoughts. I had almost forgotten he was there.
"Yeah… No can do. You see, ummm, that would be untribe-like character. You know, betraying your friends is something generally looked down upon." You can call me crazy for saying that, but I could see no other way out of the situation, looking at the fact that I couldn't say I had no magic. As I predicted, that didn't make Macavity a happy kitty.
He moved suddenly, and slammed me against the wall. He put pressure on my throat, and I stopped being able to breathe. I struggled, but being way smaller than him, I couldn't fight him. It felt like ages went by before he moved away. As I gasped for much needed air, Macavity said, quietly-
"That was just the beginning. If you continue to resist me, it will get very ugly, very quickly. I'll give you a day to think about it. You can either do what I say, or suffer. I will have my revenge either way, might as well help and not suffer from getting in the way of it." He backed out of the room.
I curled up, trying to figure out what to do. I didn't want Quaxo to get hurt, but what could I do? Nothing. That was the only thing I could do until he figured out who I really was. Unless…
Unless I got out before he came back.
