I wandered through the wreckage of the yard, in complete and total shock. Bodies lay littered around the remnants of my home. I couldn't believe it. In the two days I had been gone, everyone in my family, every one of my friends had been murdered. I was the only Jellicle left. I was the only one…and it was killing me! I should have been here, I should have been killed with my family and friends.

I continue to walk through the yard, looking at each body of my family, of each body of my friends. Our great leader is sprawled out on the tyre, his body bloody and broken. Alonzo was lying lifeless below the tyre, the white of his fur stained pink from the blood…from his own blood. My legs begin to shake as I see the body of Victoria, of the kitten who had just become a queen. Her neck has been snapped, her face frozen in the look of fear. Her pristine white body was marked with countless scratches, she had fought the cats who had done this to her. Jemima's small body was bloodied. Her tail and one her arms were broken, her limbs were askew from where she laid sprawled on the ground. I stared at the innocent kitten. She was so young, so innocent, so beautiful…and Macavity had done this to her. Yes, I knew he was behind it, his reeking scent was all over the place. I stopped beside the bodies of Demeter and Bombalurina. They were bloodied, deep gouges marked their chests. I wipe the few tears which have managed to fall from my eyes before I move on.

I look around the yard, trying to place everyone's bodies. Mungojerrie's broken body was lying beside his sister's, beside Rumpleteazer's. He had died trying to protect her, but his efforts were in vain. I stopped beside Coricopat's and Tantomile's bodies. They seemed to have been tortured before they died…probably because they were mystics. Coricopat was lying lifeless beside his sister, but his paw held hers. He had died after her…they had made him watch as they slit her throat. I shook my head and continued on. My heart was dead, I felt nothing anymore. I had lost my family. I had lost them all. I knelt beside the body of Pouncival. His small body was broken and battered. His usually clean, soft, well-groomed fur was turning red from the blood blossoming from a wound in his chest. Tears sprung to my eyes as I looked at his eyes. His once lively, happy, mischievous green eyes were dull and empty as they stared unseeingly up at the stormy sky. My paws shook as I closed his eyes. I looked around from where I kneeling beside Pouncival's body, his brother Tumblebrutus's body was lying upside down on a junk pile. I got to my feet and walked over. I gently pulled his body away from the pile and laid him beside his brother. They could be together in death now. I slowly walked around the bodies of my family once more, trying to find the one body I was seeking out. I let out a strangled cry as I found him. His body was battered, broken and bloody. His face was barely recognizable. I fell to my knees beside him and sobbed.

"No, no, not you too!" I sobbed softly. I couldn't…I couldn't lose my older brother! But as I opened my eyes and looked at him again, I saw he was gone. The light had gone from his once lively brown eyes. His throat had been slit; his chest had several deep wounds in it. He had no chance. He had no chance at all.

It was nightfall by the time I had finally finished burying my family and friends. It had began to rain as I had started to dig, but I had paid no attention to it, I had paid no attention to the cold as I dug their graves. As I finished burying the last body I stopped. I placed my muddy paws against my legs as I stared at the many graves, each one either marked by the collar the Jellicle wore or by a cross I had made with sticks I had found. Tears fell from my eyes, falling into the already wet ground. My tears fell to the ground and I couldn't tell whether it was rain or my tears which fell anymore.

My family was dead and I was the last Jellicle left. I raised my head and stared at the graves with my sore, tearstained eyes.

What was I to do now?

I knew I couldn't go on alone. I was the last of my family…the last of my friends, I could never go on now, I could never live with the guilt of being away when they needed me. I also knew that I could never kill myself, no…I was too much of a coward to do that. I slowly rose to my feet, ignoring the mud and rain dripping off my fur. I couldn't kill myself…but I knew a cat who would be more than happy to kill me.

I ran from the junkyard, I ran away from the graves of my friends and family. I ran towards Macavity's lair. I let the hench-cats jump me and drag me inside. I didn't fight back, I didn't care. I had lost everything and everyone I had in my life. The hench-cats threw me down roughly in front of Macavity.

"Oh…it's you," He sneered, glaring down at me from where he was sitting. I looked up at him. He stared at me.

"Kill me," I told him, my voice hoarse. He just blinked, his silver eyes unflinching as they stared at me.

"Why would I do that?" He asked, intrigued.

"You killed them…you killed them all, you left me here alone," I told him, my voice weak. Macavity nodded.

"Kill me…finish what you started." Macavity leaned forward, his paws pressed together as he stared at me.

"Why?" He asked again. I stared up at him.

"You killed them all," I breathed. Macavity shook his head.

"Not all of them," He said. I raised my head to look at him. Macavity looked towards the door as it opened. I turned my head to look too as I heard scuffling. Mistoffelees was being pushed into the room, his paws chained together, his ankles were chained loosely as well. A chain connected his chained paws to his chained ankles. Misto stared at me, his crystal blue eyes wide.

"Misto," I murmured. Macavity nodded.

"I couldn't kill him," Macavity said. I looked over to him. "He was the most…appealing out of the lot of you, he will entertain my hench-cats and whoever I decide…" I stared at him in shock. "He looks like a queen and he's better looking then the majority of them." I looked back at Misto, who was in the grip of a large hench-cat. Misto's blue eyes were fearful as many paws ran over his body, groping him roughly.

"Take me instead," I whisper, looking back at Macavity. Macavity stared thoughtfully at me.

"Let him go…take me," Macavity shook his head.

"Sorry, but he's more appealing then you," Macavity said. I lowered my head.

"Kill me already," I growled at him. Macavity didn't answer so I looked up. His silver eyes were on me, staring straight through me. Macavity shook his head.

"No," He answered.

"Why?" I asked him distraught. "You killed my family!"

"Kill me!" I yelled, pleading with him. Macavity shook his head.

"I'm not going to kill you," Macavity said. I looked at him, not caring about the tears falling down my face.

"But I'm not letting you leave," I lowered my head. "You're going to spend the remainder of your days as my slave," Paws roughly grabbed my shoulders and arms and began dragging me from the room. I didn't fight back. I didn't care.

"And your family isn't dead yet, little brother…you still have me," Macavity called after me. I didn't listen anymore. I didn't care. I barely moved once they had thrown me into the cell. My family was dead, my friends were dead. I was now a slave to my enemy…my life was over. I knew I would die here eventually…but until then…who knew what I was going to go through…

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This has been haunting my mind so I had to get it down. For those who are reading my other cats fics, don't worry I'm still writing the sequel to 'Obsession', which is called 'Obsessions never die' for you clueless ones :D

There might be another 1 to 3 chapters, if I can find enough to write about…

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