A/N: This chapter introduces some of my original characters, and so it might be a little bit confusing. But trust me, more information will be revealed about them as the story progresses. I promise. DISCLAIMER! I do not own Thundercats or the creepypasta Wake Up. Thundercats is owned by Warner Bros and the original author of the creepypasta Wake Up is UNKNOWN. The only things that I own are the OC's in the story, and the story itself.

Key:

Flashback = Flashback (Obviously)

- (BORDER) - = perspective change

Anyway, chapter information:

Genres: Drama/Adventure

Warnings: Graphic scenes of violence, gore and some explicit language

Date started (Chapter): 12th February 2015

Date finished (Chapter): 17th February 2015

Song: Skyfall by Adele (I choose the songs for the lyrics, so if the song lyrics fit the events of the chapter, it goes.)

Chapter 2: Skyfall

I look out of the barred window at the beautiful rising sun which dissipates the fog, cutting through it like a knife. I lean against the door of my cell as I sigh heavy-heartedly. It's not fair. None of us deserve to be treated like we are being treated; like the shit on the Mutants' shoes. If Lion-O were here, he'd not let us be treated like this. But there's nothing he can do; none of us even know where he is, but I do. He's in the Black Pyramid, lying dead from a stab wound to his abdomen. It was all so quick when it happened; almost over in a second. At first, we were just trying to prevent him from jumping onto and killing Mumm-ra, then Pumyra and Tygra were fighting to save his life. It had all been a futile attempt, though. I can remember feeling his pain as my own whilst he lay there before me...

"Lion-O! No!" I scream, but he doesn't listen. He runs to the edge of the cauldron before jumping over the vibrant purple waters. He lands on top of Mumm-ra...with an agonized yelp of pain. I simply believe that he was punched, but then I spot the blood that gushes down Mumm-ra's arm and drips onto the mummy's chest, staining his already filthy bandages a shocking shade of scarlet. "You wanted blood, Lion-O!" Mumm-ra cackles as blood starts to gush from Lion-O's mouth "You got it, boy!"

I try to move, but I'm frozen to my spot with horror and rage as the ancient mummy throws Lion-O to the side. Before I even know what I'm doing, I run at Mumm-ra with my staff drawn at full length. He grabs my wrist then throws me to the floor. Pain explodes throughout my body as my head slams into the stone. When I look up, I see Pumyra and Tygra running towards Lion-O, who is sitting up and looks rather uncomfortable. I get to my feet then join them, but the second I see what condition he is in, I feel the lump of anxiety forming in my throat. Lion-O has his arms wrapped around his abdomen, which is oozing blood, a pool of the startlingly red fluid rapidly spreading around him.

"How badly is he injured, Pumyra? It's not fatal, is it?" I hear Snarf ask nervously. "I don't know, Snarf. He's not showing us the wound." I kneel beside the lion as he looks at me with his beautiful gingery orange eyes. "Lion-O," I say as I place my left hand on his shoulder. My heart feels as if it's about to break as he places his right hand on top of mine and says "Don't worry so much about me, Cheetara! You're as bad as Snarf! Besides, I'm ok." He's actually pretty good at hiding his emotions, but he's trembling and the look in his eyes seems to tell me something that he's not saying to us.

I can't stand it anymore. I grab his arms then pull them away from his abdomen, revealing the hilt of the Sword of Plun-darr that it lodged deep within his flesh. I try to keep myself composed, but the nausea rises in my throat as I feel like I'm about to be sick. Lion-O's skin is extremely pale and clammy. I feel the side of his neck for his pulse, but it's so weak that I can barely detect it. "For Jaga's sake, Lion-O! I told you not to do it, but you didn't listen to me..." I say as I help Pumyra and Tygra lie him on his back, which makes the young lion cry out in pain. He doesn't answer me at first, but says "I know, but he made me so angry..." in a voice no more than a whisper.

"Lion-O," Pumyra says as she pulls on a pair of rubber gloves "I'm not going to sugar-coat this, but this is going to hurt. A lot." She grabs the hilt then places her other hand on Lion-O's abdomen, then pulls the sword from the wound. I can clearly hear him involuntarily whimpering in pain, then he tries to stifle his cries of agony as the young puma puts her hands into the gaping wound, trying to staunch the heavy blood loss. I retch slightly as I see Lion-O's intestines slightly protruding from the wound. There's got to be a way to save him. He can't die. His uniform is stained red with blood, and he's fighting the looming threat of losing consciousness. He's possibly also fighting death itself...

"Get to work, she-cat! Do I have to have you whipped?"

I look up at the jackal as I say "I'll never do what you want, stupid creature!" The jackal whips one of the kitchen knives out of the draw then points it at me.

"Don't be so cocky with what you say to me, you arrogant bitch!" he snarls, looking down at me as he grabs my mane and pulls my head back "I could easily sink this deep into your throat and get away with it!"

I growl as he spits in my face. "If Lion-O were here..." I snarl, but he cuts me off by saying "What could he do? Remember what Lord Mumm-ra did to him?"

"How do you expect me to forget? How do you expect me to forget when I loved him?"

He punches me around the face for my insolence. I can taste the metallic tang of blood, and I fall over backwards as the jackal forcefully pushes me away, just as Snarf walks in, carrying a pile of dirty dishes. "Hey! Leave her alone!" he shouts at the jackal as the wretched creature roughly pulls me up by the hem of my top.

"GET A FUCKING MOVE ON AND STOP STALLING, YOU WRETCHED THUNDERIANS!" he screams as he unfurls the whip from his belt then cracks in on the floor. As he turns around, I sigh then turn to Snarf. The little red and yellow cat purrs anxiously. He'd obviously overheard me talking about Lion-O. Nothing else is said until the door opens, and the vile, pungent stench of decaying flesh fills the room as Mumm-ra walks in through the door, followed by a pair of heavily armed apes.

"You are foolhardy, Cheetara. Enough nerves to speak your puny lord's name in this very room, eh?" he says as he runs his bandaged hand over Ma-mutt's back and head "I remember the day that I killed him as if I only just did it!"

I growl viciously and run towards him, but one of the guardsmen swings his axe into the floor; the shackles around my ankles get caught around the wooden shaft, and I fall to the floor in front of the Mutants.

"He was nothing but a weakling!" Mumm-ra snaps as I'm pulled to my feet "And you'll find yourself by his side once again if you continue like this! I need a cheetah skin rug." He signals to the guards before saying "Take her away, and don't even hesitate to execute her if she fights against you!"

As I am dragged out of the room, something comes across my mind. I can see Lion-O, alive and well, and he's running through the forest. He's coming to rescue us from this place!

- (BORDER) -

"Dad! Dad, wake up!"

I yawn then open my eyes. "Braiden, go back to bed. It's still so early." I say as my young son pulls on my arms. He whines and cries "Please!"

I sit up then say "Ok, I'm up, you little monster."

My son runs out of the door of the hut. I get up then stretch as I yawn.

"Leo," I hear my wife, Rewth, say from the bed below me "Is Braiden being trouble again?"

I run my hands through my blood red mane as I say "Yeah, he is. But me and my little brother gave our father loads of trouble when we were cubs, too. I can remember it all, when we were on Thundera before the planet exploded. I haven't seen him since we were evacuated from the planet, but I swear that he's still alive. I just have that feeling deep in my bones. I mean, they say that twins have bonds with each other that can't be explained. And I actually believe it. Whenever I go out to the outskirts of the city, people call me by my brother's name. They think that I'm him, just because we look exactly the same."

Rewth sighs then says "I was but a girl when the chieftain and his best trackers bought you to Third Earth all those years ago. But the second I saw you, I knew who you were. You couldn't speak our language, but the chieftain took you in as his own son and taught you our traditions and beliefs, as he and his mate could not have cubs of their own. I'm glad that you came, now."

I'm just about to reply when the lusty cries of our week old cub fills the air. I kneel by the side of the wooden cot and gently lift the young lion out then cradle him in my arms. "There, there, Johba. Hush." I say as I try to rock him to sleep. I carefully pass him to Rewth who starts to sing a lullaby in Ancient Thunderian. Johba mews piteously, but his crying starts to slowly stop as Rewth takes a bottle of warm milk from the pot of hot water then eases the teat into his mouth. He starts to drink hungrily as Braiden shouts "Dad! Come ON!"

"I'd better go. You know what trouble he can be." I say as I lean forward and kiss her on the lips. The lioness purrs as I say "I love you, Rewth." She smiles at me then looks down at Johba as I walk out of the hut. The scents of pine trees and smoke from the alchemist's hut are strong in the air. I stop and take a deep breath in, breathing in the air which is rich with the smell of cooking venison.

"Dad, over here!" I hear Braiden call, and I turn around to be greeted with the sight of my 4 year old son who is up a tree.

"You be careful, Braiden. If you fall and hurt yourself, your mother will kill me!"

He laughs before letting go of the branch. When he lands on the ground, he flips himself over. "Hey, c'mon you. Have you done your early morning offering to the gods yet? I ask as I look at the great tree that stands tall and proud in the middle of our village.

He groans as I lead him towards the tree, through the crowds of Ferrals who are on their way to the traditional morning offering. As we kneel before the tree, I speak in Ancient Thunderian as I take a ceremonial dagger out of my belt. I make a nick in my forearm with the blade then let my blood drip into the grass, and as I hold my arm out, one of the shoots winds round my arm and I can feel the power surging through my veins as the tree passes some of its ancient magic to me, healing the wound within seconds. I trace the Ferrals' symbol which is tattooed onto my chest then bow my head. I look at Braiden as I stand up, who is taking a beaded necklace out of his pocket before laying it on the grass. He speaks in broken Ancient Thunderian then joins me.

He grabs my hand and drags me towards the tree line. "Where are we going, Braiden? Some sort of den?" I ask as we go through the trees. "Yeah. It's where me and Bjorn hang out after lessons." he says as we come to a footpath. After what feels like an hour and a half, we come to a hill that overlooks the valley. As we approach an old, gnarled oak tree, I begin to see the tree house that is constructed in the uppermost branches. There are ancient war symbols carved into the wood, and I can smell the pungent scents of lion and sabre toothed tiger urine. Plus, there are scratch marks all over the trunk of the tree. Braiden leads me up the rope ladder and as we reach the first floor, I hear Bjorn say "Good morning, Uncle Leo! Hi, Braiden!" The sabre toothed tiger gives me the traditional Ferrals' salute then goes back to monitoring the village.

"So, you stay up here and watch the village?" I say as I ruffle my son's mane.

"Yeah. We keep watch, and we report anything out of the ordinary to you or the general." Bjorn says as he looks down at the sheep skin book he's writing in. I look over his shoulder and see that he's drawn maps and parts of the land. He's only 13, but he's a trained geographical map drawer. Plus, he's my nephew through marriage, which makes him Braiden's cousin.

As I turn to look over the village, the sound of distant horse hooves catches my attention. I turn to look behind me, and see the approaching sea of horses. Strange creatures are astride the animals, led by what looks like a rotting corpse.

I unsling the hollowed ram's horn from my belt and blow into the end, raising the alarm, but as we're so far away, there's no way that they could have heard me. "Braiden, Bjorn, stay here!" I shout as I jump to the ground. "But...dad! I wanna come!" Braiden shouts as he climbs down the rope ladder. "Braiden," I say sternly, raising my voice slightly "Will you please do as I tell you?"

"Aww...but, dad..." he whines as he tugs on the sleeve of my shirt, but I snap "BRAIDEN!" He flinches at the harsh tone of my voice then backs off. I turn back around then run as fast as I possibly can in the direction of the village. I can already hear the sounds of the horns. My people are in danger, and my wife and youngest cub are there, unprotected. I can also hear the sounds of steel clashing against steel and the terrified screams of children. I'm too late!

Once I come to the outskirts of the village, the creatures are gone, but I am greeted with the carnage of slain Ferrals and burning buildings. Then, I hear a familiar scream; Rewth. No! I run towards the hill where our hut is built; the door has been torn completely off its hinges, and the grass is splattered with blood. I run in, and see Rewth kneeling on the ground. The leader of the creatures, which look like Mutants, is standing in front of her, his back turned to me. I can hear Johba crying. "If that little wretch doesn't stop screeching, kill it!" he snaps to the snakelike Mutant beside him.

I growl slightly as the mummy looking creature grabs Rewth and pulls her to her feet. It turns around then laughs. "Lion-O! Fancy seeing you here! My, it sure is nice to see you again!" he laughs as he advances towards me. I roar as I sling my bow off of my shoulder and load it. I aim it at him as I snarl "There's just one tiny problem with that, whoever you are; I'm not Lion-O!"

Suddenly, he disappears before my very eyes, milliseconds before I hear an agonized gasp. I turn around, and see Rewth...as well as the hilt of the dagger that protrudes from her chest. The Mutant has also disappeared. I run up to Rewth and catch her as her knees buckle and she collapses into my arms.

"Leo..." she whispers as I pull the dagger from her chest then press my hands over the wound "Is...Is Johba ok?" I look at the bundle of wolf skin blankets and see that our son is sleeping peacefully. "He's ok. He's sleeping." I say as I look back at her. She groans as I press down harder on the wound. "Leo," she moans "It hurts...so much..."

"I know, but it's ok. You'll be ok! I promise!" I say as I sit on the bed and hold her in my arms. I can hear footsteps approaching from outside. "MUM!" I hear Braiden scream as he comes running in.

Tears stream down my face as her breathing starts to slow down. "Rewth, please! Just hold on!" I sob as I hold her close to my chest. I know that Rewth is dying, but I don't want to accept the truth.

"I...I'm so sorry...Leo. I love you. Take care of our cubs for me..." she says, her voice no more than a mere whisper.

"Rewth?"

Her eyes slowly close and she sighs as she takes her last breath. She goes limp in my arms. "Rewth? Rewth! Please, wake up! REWTH!" I cry, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Mum? Mum!" Braiden cries as he shakes her arm, but she doesn't open her eyes. Braiden collapses against my chest, crying over the sudden death of his mother. I've lost so much over the past few years. My mother died shortly after me and my brother were born, and I lost both my father and stepmother on the same day when Thundera blew up, and my brother when we were separated on that fateful day. I've not seen him for years, so I've always assumed that he was killed until recently...

I open my eyes. The bright sunlight fingers its way through the open door and shines upon my face, and the room is bathed in shades of gold, orange and red from the cooking fire that has a joint of meat and a pot of porridge cooking over it. I can hear laughter from outside, obviously Johba and Braiden playing with their friends.

I sit up, the scent of last night's meal and our cooking breakfast lingering heavily in the air along with the rich smell of burning incense. I get up and pull my shirt on over my head. It's been three years since Rewth was killed in the Mutant raid. I'd love to get my hands on the wretched Mutant who murdered her.

I pull my trousers on then pull my wolf skin boots on. When I walk out of the door, I see my sons sitting in the dirt with Benorco and Bjorn. They're passing what look like talismans of carved ram's horns around in their circle. Johba is just looking at the talisman in his hand with confusion. "And what are you lot up to?" I say as I kneel beside my three year old son and ruffle his tangled mane.

"We're doing some ancient rituals, but Johba doesn't know exactly what he's doing." Braiden says as he snatches the talisman from his younger brother's hands. I laugh slightly before standing up. "Are you two coming to have something for breakfast?" I say as I catch the scent of meats cooking over fires, making my mouth water.

They get up then follow me into our hut then sit on the floor, and I start serving breakfast up. Neither of my sons seem interested in the porridge but eat the meat with gusto. I know what I am scheduled to do today; I have to train our army for combat then teach Braiden and his friends how to fight, all whilst looking over Johba. All the delights of being the chieftain of this village.

That night as I lay in bed, I couldn't help but wonder about my brother. Had he really survived the destruction of Thundera? I know that he escaped, whereas me and my stepmother were caught by slavers.

"Your brother is alive and well, and he's the king of this planet."

I look up as a familiar voice speaks to me from the darkness of the corner. "Jaga? Is that you?" I say as I sit up and rub my eyes. "Yes, Leo. And as I said, your brother is alive and well, and as I said, he is the King of New Thundera." he says as he kneels beside me "Whilst you grew up with the Ferrals, we were on our way to Third Earth. They also came to New Thundera shortly after you did."

I can't believe it. "He's alive? W...where is he now?" I ask. "He is on Third Earth, in the process of freeing the other Thundercats from Castle Plun-darr." Jaga says.

I knew it!

After all this time, Lion-O, my little brother, is still alive. "Does he know that I'm alive?" I ask as I sit up. Jaga shakes his head as he says "No. I'm afraid not, Leo. He believes that you're dead, as do the other Thundercats. He thinks that you were killed in the destruction of Thundera. Little does he know that you and your stepmother escaped and survived." I sigh as I look down. At least I know that Lion-O is alive.

- (BORDER) -

"Lion-O's alive?"

I look around me at the other Thundercats as I say "Yes. Lion-O is alive, and he's on his way here to get us out of this mess, I'm sure of it." Snarf purrs and stands up on his tail, whereas Tygra seems to be anxious about something.

"What if Mumm-ra knows about him being alive? He'd kill Lion-O for real, this time." Snarfer says as he pushes his spoon around in his bowl of stew. I look at Tygra then down at my own food. "Even if he's coming to save us, how could he break us out without getting severely injured? There are so many guards. Lion-O wasn't killed, but we let Mumm-ra fool us into believing that he was, and enslave us." Pumyra says as she rests her head on Bengali's shoulder.

I can remember that day clearly. It was two years ago that we were cruelly tricked into believing Lion-O was dead. Mumm-ra is responsible for everything that has happened, and what's happening. We'd had to drag Lion-O into the room behind Mumm-ra's sarcophagus when the Mutants started to join in on the act. In the state he was in, Lion-O wouldn't have been able to fight them. The room was kind of like one of the rooms in the infirmary. There was a table in the room, so we'd lay Lion-O on it then continued to try and save him. Then, before we could do anything else, the Mutants had managed to get in through the door. Lion-O had tried to fight back, but had got himself knocked out. We'd thought he'd been killed when he got knocked out. We were overwhelmed by them and they drugged us. When we awoke, we were in Castle Plun-darr. I'd never felt so distraught in my life. I'd cried myself to sleep that night, believing that Lion-O was dead.

Having the thought that he's alive is the most relieving feeling that I've ever had. I know that he loves me. Even though he's never told me, the way he acts around me when I walk into a room, or when he walks in on me can only be described as love. Ever since we crashed on Third Earth, he's been yearning for my attention. I must admit, I never pay that much attention to the young lion, even when we came to New Thundera. I do love him, but my mother taught me that the Lord of the Thundercats can only marry Thunderian Nobles, but that was before I became a Thundercat myself.

Whenever I sat in my seat at the dining table in the Lair, Lion-O always sat next to me. He'd always try and get me to going out for dinner with him, but he would always be interrupted by Snarf or one of the others. He also once tried to kiss me, but Snarfer caught us, and wouldn't stop dropping hints about it all week.

I hope that he gets here soon. We'll have to fight our way out, but it's worth it if we get our freedom back. I can't stand being here anymore.

Next Time on Thundercats:

Lion-O has to face his demons and rescue his friends from the evil clutches of Mumm-ra, but will all go as the young lion had planned? Having to fight alone to gain access, will he be victorious, or will Mumm-ra succeed in making his plan come true?

Find out in the next chapter of Thundercats: Wake Up!