Phantomess of the Jellicles
By Lightspeed
Chapter 4
^The next Night...^
Winger was amazed that his still place was supposed to be filed with Jellicles dancing, talking and such. Bom ushered her quickly under the Old Ford's bumper and said, "You'll know what to do and when to come out." With that Bom hid in her place.
Wing sat there for a few minutes and became fidgety until some one ran out. A car's headlights swept across the Junkyard. Then, a black and gray striped tabby slinked out from some where. He stood on his hind legs and began the ball. "Are you blind when you're born?" The first Cat (Demeter) that came out sang back, "Can you see in the dark?" and so on through the next two verses. Most of the words from last year's Ball were used but the new Kittens and Cats added their own dialogue.
At the line "Can ride on a broom stick to places for distant?" sung Tantomile, Winger knew this was her cue and she sprung out in perfect timing with a stunning beautiful tiger striped and leopard spotted Cat. As Queen sang "Familiar with candle-" Winger danced. All the Cats, some Winger never heard of, came out together and put on their presentation.
Wing was amazed that all these Cats could dance so in time and wonderfully. She was amazed that she could dance this way herself.
And all to soon, the song ended and everyone slinked off. Wing didn't want to so she just danced a little solo. Mistoffelees ran out and touched her. It gave her chills for a strange way but she liked immediately. He was magical, cute (both kittenish way and adult way), and nice. Unfortunately, Winger knew that he was... ah… um… really small compared to her height, and much younger than her, but he didn't know that. The Ball passed on with new and old songs. It was a blast.
At least, until he came. "Macavity!" screamed Demeter. Wing tried to hide and the he appeared. Macavity was just as, if not more, fearful as he did that one night. Images of Winter's dying mother and the two kittens. The ginger cat appeared and laughed at the fleeing Jellicles. "Mwhahahaha! You are pitiful, trying to hide from me, aren't you?" he snickered. Macavity picked up some one near by. "Sassafras! No! Put her down you fiend in feline shape!" Demeter wailed at him. Wing felt now that her old self was back. Sassafras wiggled within Macavity's grasp, screaming, kicking, biting, the whole bit.
"put her down. NOW!" a voice sounded. It was quiet but sharp and clear enough for everyone to hear. Everyone looked for the source. "Macavity, my little brother, PUT HER DOWN! NOW!" Someone leaped down from the car roof and into Macavity's side. The next few minutes were flashes and blurs of red, silver, and black fur. Eventually, Macavity staggered back from the fight and disappeared. But his last words echoed and stayed, "WinterLite- you'll pay, you little b**** of a sister!"
The Jellicles turned their heads to Sassafras's savor. Winger stood there, bleeding severely. Her shiny coat was now matted and darkened with blood and her face.... it would never be the same. Winger, err excuse me, her real name now known was WinterLite. Winter's face was halfway torn off and patches of her skin laid on the ground. Winter took one look around and fainted.
She came to in her old bed of rags and a huge pile of books, food, and even a small flute, beside her. Bombalurina strode in with a worried look on her face. "Oh! You're awake." Bom sounded distant and withdrawal. "I didn't think that you were older than a year but apparently I was wrong. I thought that you're were mute too but I was- was wrong. Wing, I mean Winter, you- you" she didn't finished. Bom was crying and ran from the room.
"Great," winter thought. "Mom's crying, I'm hurt, the rest of the Jellicles ain't so happy... good Heaviside Layer, it's been a really bad day." Winter shook her head and began to look through the pile of stuff at her beside. The flute she could use along with the books and some food, she wondered what's with the colorful ribbon. It didn't matter, so she just played with it.
After a few days, Winter could get out of bed and wonder about. And within a week, she stepped outside. Her first footfall outside made everyone in the junkyard look up and then many turned away. Panic flew through her senses. It then occurred to Winter that her face must've been scarred. One look in a broken mirror and she gasped in horror. The area around one eye was puffed out and horrifyingly disfigured. It looked worse infected than her paw had once been. Winter ran. Ran from that mirror, the Cats, just anything to anywhere else. It was once again that night, and she became the chaser and the one being chased. "No! I gotta hide, gotta go-" she stumbled into a hole. She didn't scream, she dared not or could not as she fell deeper and deeper.
"Ooff!" She landed in a puddle on her feet. ('when you fall on your head, do you land on your feet?') She did a shimmy, and quickly trotted down a dark tunnel to who knew where or what.
To be continued...