I had to change the rating because of this chapter. Gore warning!

Once they had scaled the fence of the junkyard, they could see the house. As they neared in, even Tugger started sensing a foreboding presence. The three mystics were walking close together, so close that they would occasionally bump hips or shoulders with one another. The front porch had once been beautiful, but most of it had rotted away and collapsed. The roof had many holes in it and the door hung off of one hinge. It's shutters were closed, but most had fallen off or were about to. The windows that showed were dirty and broken. All of this, mixed with the faint smell of blood coming from inside caused the you g cats to stop before they had even reached the porch. "Do... Do you guys smell that? Tugger asked with a slight gulp. The three mystics nodded in unison. "Blood. We have to go inside!" Quaxo straightened slightly, putting on the airs of being much braver than he felt. The twins exchanged glances then nodded. Once Tugger had agreed as well, the four stepped up to the porch. As they neared the door, the scent of blood grew stronger, along with a smell that along nearly caused Quaxo to turn and leave. As they entered through the door, electricity danced at his paws and the white on his coat faded nearly completely away. His transition would have caused the others to stop and stare, had the sight inside the house not already done so. Sorrel lay in a puddle of blood. Munkustrap had obviously been tossed against the wall, since a smear of blood led down to his limp form. Mortimus hung across a rafter, his throat slit and his blood dripping to the floor. Demeter was no where to be seen, but a smear of blood on the floor led behind the couch. Whistle was the closest to the door, obviously having been going for help when he was struck down, his eyes were wide with fear and glazed over, his back and neck slashed open. At the sight of their parent, Tantomile and Coricopat let out strangled cries and darted to their father's body. Quaxo watched in horror, then turned to his other companion. "Tugger, Munk and Sorrel at least are still alive, go get help." Being given a job seemed to jolt the horrified tom back to life and he darted out of the house to fetch help.

Quaxo nodded slightly as he watched the maned cat dart off, the walked over to Sorrel. He crouched next to her and scanned her wounds. Her back legs were both torn terrible, her front left paw was twisted the wrong way and she had several gashes on her body, but she was still breathing. "Hang in there, Sorrel. You'll be okay. He murmured softly and he placed his paws over her still bleeding wounds. If his father had done anything good in his life, Quaxo was sure it was teaching his mystic children how to heal. Even if he had said it was just to keep them alive longer to play with, it would help keep them alive. After sealing some of the worst wounds with his magic, Quaxo stumbled over to Munkustrap. The tom wasn't as torn up as Sorrel, but he had suffered more beating. His right shoulder was dislocated and his left arm was broken in at least three different places. His hind legs had suffered similar treatment to Sorrel, but on a less extreme scale. His face was distorted slightly from smashing against the wall. "Dem... Demet..." Munk muttered, but his words turned into a groan of pain and his breath turned rapid. "Relax, Munk. I'll get you fixed up a bit." He murmured, then went about healing the worst of the damage. "Demet...Demeter." Munkustrap let out a hacking cough. "Macavity... has..." More coughing, this time followed by the silver tabby trying to pull himself up, but collapsing. "Dem." his word came out in a whimper as Quaxo put a gently paw on his intact shoulder. "I'll find her. Rest until Tugger gets back with help."

Munkustrap let out a soft sob. "N..no..o. Mac...Macavity... Still...still... here!" He barely managed to get his words out before his eyes rolled back and he went limp again. Quaxo backed away in panic and hastily scanned the area. Still here? Then why couldn't he sense him? Suddenly, a chilling laugh rang through the air, causing the weeping twins to scramble angrily to their paws and dart to Quaxo's side. "Well, well, well. What have we here? More Jellicles? Today truly is a special day." A massive tom dropped to the ground from wherever he had been hiding. He grinned at the three mystics. "Mistoffelees, what a pleasure! I thought you probably ran off to my old, beloved family. Especially after Christine and Quinten returned and said that they had been attacked at the junkyard." Another one of his laughs echoed through the house. "Who are your new friends? More mystics, but not as strong as you." Another laugh. "Was that your father? The one that tried to run? You should have heard his screams! It was wonderful to hear!" Tantomile let out another sob and turned to bury her face in Coricopat's chest. "Make him stop!" She whimpered. "Make him stop talking about Da like that." Coricopat growled at Macavity. "Stop it! You.. You... You manic!" He, too, had tears running down his face, soaking into the fur of his cheeks and causing in to clump together.

Macavity merely let out another one of his chilling laughs. "Stop? But why?" His grin was that of, as Coricopat had said, a maniac. With his long, untamed, ginger fur; his sunken eyes; his knotted and twisted whiskers, he pulled off the whole 'maniac' role very well. "I do so love to see you cry, Tantomile. It makes you so beautiful." He chuckled as he came closer. Quaxo had obviously been forgotten about by the ginger tom, but now he darted in front of him and sent a lightning bolt rushing in the cats direction. Taken by surprise, Macavity was smacked in the stomach by the bolt and sent tumbling across the room. "Stay back." Quaxo hissed. By now, the white on all but his fave and chest was gone, replaced by black, his coat sparkled with electricity, and the same sparks danced around his paws.

Macavity pulled himself back up, laughing quite hysterically now. "Oh, my dear Mistoffelees! Look at you! You aren't a mystic!" His laughs stilled and a broad grin streaked across his face, screaming that he was dangerous. "You're a conjurer. Stronger than a mystic. Come back, my son. You will have a high place in my ranks with your abilities." Quaxo scoffed and perked his ears slightly as he heard Tuggers anxious voice and the sound of many cats racing towards the house. "I don't think so. Mother told me to run for a reason. I'll never come back to you." He hissed. By now, Macavity had picked up the angry Jellicles coming for him, so his gave Quaxo one last grin. "You will someday. Just you wait. Until then, my dearest Mistoffelees." He dipped his head, then, in a bright flash of light, was gone.

Once Macavity had left, Tantomile darted back to her fathers side and collapsed once again in sobs. Just as a wreck as his sister, Coricopat walked over as well and dropped next to her, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "Where is he!" The angry yowl of Admetus as he charged inti the house caused the three mystics to jump. Quaxo had moved back over to Sorrel, and his white markings had once again returned. "Gone. Macavity's not here." Quaxo murmured softly as he gently stroked the protectors fur. "But he left plenty of pain. Demeter is missing too. We need to find her while others take Munkustrap and Sorrel back to Jenny and Jelly. They are still alive, but they need attention." A vast majority of the tribe had come to Tuggers call and, at Quaxo's words, some set out to find the missing queen and others picked up the wounded and dead, Skimbleshanks climbing up to retrieve Mortimus from the rafter that he had died on. Once it all was underway, Quaxo went over to the mourning twins. "Cori, Tanti, come on. Your mother will need you when the others get back." He murmured, helping them to their paws. "Come with us. Alonzo will need you too." Coricopat murmured, scooping Tantomile up as she remained on her knees sobbing. Quaxo nodded slightly and the three led the process home.

Yeah... Macavity is a little insane... Plus, where is Demeter?! And poor Cori, Tanti, and Lonzi. Lost their papas... Rate, review, all that stuffs that I say here. Please? And, To explain Quaxos change, I think he changes when his powers surge or he summons vast amounts of it. And, Tugger is, like, thirteen-ish. So he isn't quite the playboy that he is when he is older, but he does have a way with kittens and they all love him. Quaxo and the others are eight or nine-ish.