[This has a butt load of dialogue and not much else. This story was a fail. Just a big bad slopping fail. Ig. Oh well, no flames and I disclaim all rights.]

"Mistoffelees, well that's a mouthful isn't it?" Misto raised his head from the cement ground, looking for the voice. There was no one there with him. "What kind of name is that anyways, certainly not biblical."

"Who's there?"

"I'm not there, I'm in here," The voice hissed, echoeing from every direction.

"Where?" Misto jumped to his feet, his eyes dashing madly around. Where were they?

"In here," It repeated, "In your mind stupid kit."

"Have I gone mad?" Misto whispered to himself, had he finally cracked? Had all the magic finally just thrown his mind into the endless twisting of insanity?

"No, you aren't crazy,"

What the hell is going on

"My name is Quaxo, and I'm going to kill you.

Macavity stared at Diavala with a sketchy look, thinking off all the possibilities could be. "Why do you need the Jellicles?"

"Because how else am I going to ensure that the bastard kit has nowhere to run?" She smiled, tilting her head to the side.

"He's not a bastard, he's mine." Macavity snapped, baring his fangs.

"He's yours? Who did you rape?" She laughed, her throat dancing up and down with each breath. Why did she have to be so damn annoying?

"He's mine and Srina's," He whispered, sadness drifting through his eyes for only a second.

"Oh, well then, that's different. I-"

"Don't say anything," He jerked her against the trash pile. "You're going to let the Jellicles go, you're going to take Quaxos' curse off of my son, and you're going to leave."

"Why would I do that?" He lost his temper then, throwing her across the clearing.

She bounced back, the two of them hissing and biting and clawing at each other. Cuts ran red from their fur as they fought furiously.

"Mac!" Munkustrap yelled, running towards them to help his brother. He caught the ginger cats attention for no more than a moment. In that split second, Diavala cuffed him, and let him fall to the ground.

"Thank you Munkustrap," She huffed, looking as proud as if she'd just conquered all of England.
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"You're going to w-what?" Misto stammered, not used to not being able to see who he was talking to.

"Well of course that's only if you can't handle me, even if you could though, after the curse is completed, it's not like you'll actually be living."

"What?"

"It's incredible how many of you damned cats think you can just resurrect me as simple as pie, it takes more than just some magical cat an-"

"What?" Misto shouted, silencing the voice in his head. It let out a long breath, contemplating on how to break the news that he was going to die no matter what. The truth of the matter was that he had to come in through another magical cats body, and that would then be his own body, but if the body couldn't handle all of the magic that Quaxo himself had than the cat would die and the curse would no longer be until some idiot thought they could complete.

"Look, all I'm going to say is that your dad didn't do this, he loves you just like any father would." Nothing but silence came after that, no matter how Misto tried to chide him into saying something.

Macavity groaned as he came to, rolling his head back on the pillows. "Cavi?" Munk murmered, not really wanting to piss his older brother off after what he did.

"I honestly cannot believe you did that," Mac said with his eyes closed. Munk couldn't help but laugh a bit, but became serious as his brother sat up. "I have to go-"

"No, Mac you're in no condition to be going anywhere, you need rest."

"My son needs me," He hissed, trying to stand. Munkustrap pushed him back onto the bed, pinning him down.

"You can't even walk Macavity, how do you think you're going to help your son?"

[You know… all of these chapters are really really really really really short and crappy… hmm. Maybe it's a sign. Whatever. Please review!]