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Alright, so this is my second attempt at the first chapter of this story, I hope I did better this time. Tell me what you think!

Not a sound stirred the hall, the cells stood empty, it looked as if it had been abondoned. There was only one cell that still contained a subject, Bombalurina.

Suddenly Bomba's eyes opened and she felt the cold steal floor of the cage pressing against her cheek. Without sitting up her eyes surveyed where she was, she couldn't remember what had happened. It was dark, the floor was cold. The cell she was in was so cold. A cell? why was she in a cell? She slowly lifted her head and looked around and saw the dimly lit room, lined with other cells. All had numbers on them, but they were empty.

Something tight was chaffing her neck, she pulled at it and looked down to find it was a collar with numbers on it.

"Just keep calm, I just have to figure out how to get away from here," she thought. She started breathing fast as she fellt her heart pounding in her chest, despite her own advice, she was on the verge of panic.

The cell was so tiny she could barely stand up. she pressed her face to the bars and started looking along the outside walls of her cell. There was a plaque she couldn't read because of the angle, probably with her cell number on it, but what caught her attention was the padlock.

Bomba reached for it but couldn't quite get to it, when suddenly she heard a door opening down the hall.

Her eyes went wide at the sound and she kept grabbing at the padlock for a moment, before quickly pulling back into her cage at the sound footsteps. She didn't know what to do, so thinking fast, she layed down quickly and closed her eyes and listened. She heard the sound of two heavy pairs of feet coming down the hall, heading in the direction of her cage.

"So why's Macavity in Finland?" asked one.

"He's done with these experiments with old magic, said none of them were working so he'd just leave before he was tracked down," said the other.

"Yeah, well it sucks that I start my shift only to find that Mac's gone and we're disposing of everything," grumbled the first.

"Disposing of everything?" thought Bomba, as she heard them right in front of her cage. Were the rest of the cages empty because 'everything' included the other victims?

"Well, this is the last one, is the gas chamber still on?"

"No, it broke after the last batch was gassed, we have to wait until it's repaired before we get rid of this last one. Oh, and that tom."

As one of the cats got down on his knees and peered into her cage, Bomba became dead still as she felt his eyes on her. He looked over her luscious body and scratched his cheek as he considered her. "This one's kinda pretty, want to have some fun with her while the gas chamber's being repaired?"

"Sure, but is that maned one going to stay sedated long enough?" asked the other, as he fumbled for the keys.

Bomba tensed up as she heard these words, the thought of Tugger consuming her thoughts, fillling her with a cold fear for herself and her mate.

The cat found the right key and unlocked the cage, and slowly opened the door, blocking the way with his body.

Bomba didn't move as the big tom moved partly into the cage to get a hold of her, until she sprung around suddenly and kicked him hard between the legs, making him fall onto his elbows in the cage. She lunged for him and smacked him hard on both sides of the face and neck with her wrists, discombobulating him further, and then jumped over him and just barely missed other other one.

She ran down the hall as the other chased after her, his downed companion trying to get a grip of himself. He chased her past the empty cages, Bomba outrunning the older, overweight tom. His friend slowly got to his feet and tried to chase after her, his ears still ringing.

They were hot on her tail, but the young queen was much faster than them, making it through the door at the end of the hall and slaming it closed. She looked back and fourth hurriedly and saw a broom which she quickly grabbed and shoved between the doors to hold them closed, right as the two cats slammed right into them.

Bomba started looking around panting loudly, unable to catch her breath. The doors started pounding in front of her and she started to back up, until one last loud crash in which a hand came straight through a door. The sight of this sent Bomba running down the hall, the image of the grasping hand and the fear of being caught sending her sprinting.

She ran as fast as she could, looking at the signs over the doors she passed, potion research, dissection lab, experimental spells, chryogenics. She looked in the windows of the rooms, there were instruments and spell books and cauldrons and all sorts of things, but no sign of Tugger.

She heard a loud banging sound from the other end of the hall and knew they were almost through.

She starting going from door to door, checking for Tugger, until she found what she was looking for. She ran up to a room with a window in the door, and had to stand on her toes to peer through. He was at the fair side of the room, strapped down to a gerney and unconscious, surrounded by tables loaded with syringes and test tubes and spell books.

Bomba looked back as she heard the door crash in at the other end of the hall, she didn't have much time. She entered the room quickly without looking at the sign over the door. TOM FERTILITY

She hurried across the room, almost tripping over scattered spell books that lay open on the floor. As she got up to him, she looked over the straps that restrained him. She broke out in a cold sweat at the thought of what they could have been doing to him, and she started to panic again before she started shaking his face. "Tugger, Tugger!" she yelled, and he woke with a start. He looked back and fourth and tried to move his arms but they were strapped down.

"Where are we?" he asked, barely able to speak. He craned his neck to look around the room and he looked like he was going to panic as he caught sight of the evil looking instruments on the tables surrounding him.

"We're in a lab run by Macavity, we need to escape. We'll be caught if we don't hurry."

Tugger's eyes went wide and he had a look of pure terror written on his face. "Untie my arms, now!" he begged. Bomba was surprised by him suddenly saying this, but set to quickly. As soon as Tugger's arms were free he reached down and felt between his legs, making sure he was all in one piece.

He calmed down once he knew he hadn't been neutered, letting out a breath and placing running a hand across his face in relief. "We're not gonna die..." but before he could finish saying this the two toms burst into the room and blocked the doorway.

Thinking fast, Bomba jumped behind the gerney and charged them with it, Tugger still strapped down on it. Tugger screamed like a girl as they crashed into the two cats and ran them over, and kept yelling hysterically as they left them behind.

Bomba pushed the gurney down the winding hallway, past rooms and other connecting halls until she saw a door with an exit sign. Pushing Tugger was like this was difficult, it was hard to aim the gurney in one direction and Tugger's weight made it even harder to push at this speed and steer, but she knew they just had to make it to that door.

Suddenly, the two cats appeared again from behind, covered in bruises and skid marks. The henchcats ran, limping but picking up speed, realizing they couldn't let the two escape. They were gaining on them, but the door was getting nearer, the two cats chased them in a desperate attempt to catch them.

Bomba looked over her shoulder and saw them and made a mad dash for the door. She kicked down shelves and carts and other things as she went, making them slow down as they dodged the things she sent toward them. Tugger was screaming out of his mind and covering his eyes as they went, too afraid to look behind. The door was only ten feet away and Bomba picked up speed as she headed straight for it, and Tugger screamed in terror at the prospect of a head on collision with the door. With a final burst of speed Bomba growled as she rammed right into the door, pushing it open and crashing the gurney into the wall of the other side of the ally.

The Gurney crashed into the other wall of the ally and went straight up and rested on the side, leaving Tugger to hang by his ankles. Bomba lay sprawled out on the ground for only a moment before she sat up and brushed off some of the gravel, which was cutting into her. "Get me down from here!" said Tugger, clawing at the restraints holding his ankles fast to the gurney. Bomba crawled over to him on her knees and started to unstrap Tugger's legs from the gurney, which he fell.

Tugger landed on his shoulders and Bomba helped him back up, and they both stood panting for a moment before a sound in the building brought both their attentions back to the situation at hand.

The two henchcats were almost to the door, determined to not let them escape. Tugger looked around and thinking fast picked up the gurney and threw it at them, sending them flying back across the hall, and then he slammed the door shut.

Without a word Tugger and Bomba then quickly turned back into regular cat form and swiftly snuck out into the streets of London and into a crowd of humans, heading back to the junkyard.

As the dust cleared and the two cats mangaged to crawl out from under the gurney and very slowly limped back across the hall. They made their way toward the closed door, already knowing they were too late as they stumbled over debree and gripped their various injuries. As they came out into the ally, they covered their eyes as the sunlight hit their faces suddenly, causing them to stumble about blindly for a moment. "They're gone," said one, looking around the empty ally, blinking repeatedly. "What is the Hidden Paw going to do to us when he finds out we've lost two of his research subjects?"

"Nothing these two haven't already done," mused the other, refering to their injuries.

"But, isn't he going to be mad when he finds out they've escaped?" he said, the fear of his master overcoming his normally tough exterior.

"He won't find out, we'll be long gone before they can come back here and investigate. And their memories are wiped, they don't remember what happened," said the other, wanting to put this behind them.

"But, what if the"-"I'm not going after them like this, and there's no way we can catch them by now."

"Yeah, but"-"Enough! Macavity will never know about this and nothing is going to happen. All tests came with failures, nothing will come of this."

Hope this was better than the first attempt, tell me how yall like like!