*Author's note: This story has a rating of PG-13 due to some language and violence. It's not as bad as others that I have read, but I figured I'd better put a warning on it for the kittens reading it. Other than that, enjoy!*
"Get up, Jellicle," he hissed. "Fight like a tom!"
"C'mon, Munkustrap," he growled.
It's hopeless, he thought. I'm just too tired.
"You're pathetic, Munkustrap. I really ought to kill you now and put you out of your misery," he growled. Then he paused and a slow smile spread over his face. He leaned closer to Munkustrap.
"And after I kill you, I'll keep your mate as my personal plaything. Hell, I might even take some of the tribe's kittens for a little education. What do you think?" Munkustrap hissed.
"I thought so," Macavity said. He raised his paw to club Munkustrap over the head and end his pitiful life.
"What're you going to do if I don't?" Macavity taunted. He flicked his tail, giving a hidden signal to his own, private weapon.
"Something you won't like," Mistoffelees replied, shifting his weight.
"Leave now or I'll do something we'll both regret," Mistoffelees said quietly.
"Now, why do I doubt that?" Macavity asked. Munkustrap got to his feet, Demeter clinging desparately to him. He tossed his head back.
"You're outnumbered, Macavity," Munkustrap said.
"You're going to have a kitten defend you, Macavity?" Munkustrap scoffed.
"What could he possibly do to us?"
"Go ahead, Merle. Show them what you can do."
"Hey!" he cried. Mistoffelees was thrown off by the other cat's shock that anyone would retaliate.
Recovering quickly, Mistoffelees shot another bolt. It would've hit him, but Merle held up his paws in a protective gesture. The lightening sruck a red light sheild and bounced away. Not wanting to give him another opportunity, Merle croached down and quickly summoned his most powerful magic.
Of the four, only Merle remained. He was standing shakily, staring straight ahead. His bright blue eyes were now dull and lifeless. He murmured something too soft for anyone to hear and took a step back. To his benefit, Macavity leaped to his feet and caught the small cat as he swayed, then fainted.
"Where in Heavyside are they?" he shouted.
"Impressive, eh, Bomby?" he asked. Bombalurina hissed.
"You... you..." She cut short as Merle groaned.
Nobody spoke or moved for a long time afterwards.
Chapter Two: Awakening
Wait a minute, he thought. Since when are humans of any kind small? They're all huge. How come this one actually looks smaller than me?
Gingerly, he reached out to touch the boy. To his horror, his paw he did not see. Instead, two human "paws" (what WERE they called again?) were at the ends of his arms. Not his arms. Human arms.
Drawing his "paws" over his head, he discovered his thick gray striped fur was gone and replaced by human hair.
Munkustrap gasped and crawled over to a puddle that he had seen when first waking up. Praying it wouldn't be there, he cautiously peered into the mucky water. Oh, no, he thought.
"Everlasting Cat," he murmured. "I'm a human!"
The boy beside him had stirred and rolled over. He still had his eyes shut and a look of fear was on his face. Immediately, Munkustrap knew who he was. He leaned over and brushed his hand against the boy's cheek. Munkustrap sighed when the boy's face relaxed into a calm look and he moved his arms out towards Munkustrap's direction.
"Misto?" Munkustrap said softly. "Wake up."
"Get away!" he hissed.
"Misto, stop! It's me! Munk!" Munkustrap called, reaching towards the boy.
Suddenly, it hit him like a train. He knew what had happened, at least to some extent. Letting out a cry of confusion, Mistoffelees dove at Munkustrap. He buried his face into the older man's shirt, whimpering.
"Everlasting Cat! We're... we're..." he struggled to say what he knew was correct, but couldn't.
"Humans," a feminaine voice finshed for him.
"It's true, Misto. We're humans," she said.
"Demi," Munkustrap murmured.
"Want my body back," he whispered, resorting to a kittenish voice and manner. He looked up at Demeter with huge, blue eyes. "Don't wanna be a human."
"I know," she soothed.
"What can we do? I don't even know what to do with Misto," she said.
"Let's let him sleep," he suggested. "This is affecting him worse than either of us." Demeter nodded.
"I know. It's breaking my heart to see him like this." Munkustrap cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her on the lips. "When he wakes, we'll find somewhere to sleep the night."
At least, she hoped so.
Chapter Three: Finding a Place to Sleep
"'night, Munk," Demeter whispered. Munkustrap sighed and drapped an arm around her waist. "'night."
Chapter Four: What to do with Misto?
Demeter walked to the bathroom and gazed at herself in the mirror. It wasn't what she expected, but it would have to do. She sighed and ran her hands through her hair a few times, attempting to make obey her commands. When it refused, she made a face at herself in the mirror and left the hotel room.
"Everyone decent?" she called.
"Where were you?" he demanded.
"Getting breakfast," she replied. From behind him, she could see Mistoffelees rocking nervously on the bed. "What's he doing?" The boy jerked his head up.
"Misto, what's wrong?" He shook his head and frantically tried to get back into her embrace. Reluctantly, she let him. She looked up and caught Munkustrap's eye.
"We can't leave him without telling him," he said softly. "I was... uh, using the bathroom when he woke up and he totally flipped out. Guess he thought he was alone and we had abandoned him. Anyway, I could hear him start to scream for Vicki and Jenny and I had to run out of there." He paused a moment. "I had to grab him and pin him down before he would stop. Even then, he kept calling out for them, only not as loud."
"It's OK, Misto," she soothed. "I won't leave you again."
He relaxed a bit and looked up at her face. His own was streaked in tears.
"Look, Munk!" he exclaimed, shoving the bucket under Munkustrap's nose. "Bagels! And they're fresh, too. Not like the ones in the junkyard."
The three ate in silence. Mistoffelees polished off three before excusing himself to the bathroom. Munkustrap cocked his head when he heard a squeak of fright. Then he grinned.
"It's OK, Misto. That's suppossed to be there," he called.
"Are you sure?" Mistoffelees called back.
"Positive." Demeter blinked. "What is?"
"Nothing." He resumed eating, a knowing smile on his face. After a while, he turned to Demeter.
"Since we're humans, we have to fit in with them." She nodded. "I think that you and I should go out and look for... uh, jobs." Demeter tilted her head.
"What about Misto?" Munkustrap frowned.
"I know. He's too young, at least his human body is, to get a job during the day. My humans' children don't have jobs. I think he'll have to go to one of those places that they send them to. A... a..." He looked helplessly at Demeter.
"Yes. A school." He paused. "We'll have to break it to him gently. I don't want him going into hysterics again. That's the last thing my nerves need."
END OF PART ONE