Tuesday, 12 March 2024

CHAPTER NINETEEN ~ HALLOWEEN STORY TIME **CLAWS OF TERROR** A BRAND NEW BASIL AND THE B TEAM ADVENTURE FOR 2024

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Claws of Terror is an action-packed and immersive adventure that takes mew on a journey through a world of danger and excitement. The story draws mew in with vivid and detailed descriptions of the intense battles and spine-tingling encounters, making mew feel as though mew are right there with The B Team, fighting for survival.

HANG ON TIGHT GUYS, THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE WILD NIGHT!!!

If mew missed the start of this brand-new adventure click the link below:

Chapter One   Chapter Two   Chapter Three    Chapter Four    Chapter Five

Chapter Six    Chapter Seven    Chapter Eight     Chapter Nine     Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven     Chapter Twelve     Chapter Thirteen     Chapter Fourteen     Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen     Chapter Seventeen     Chapter Eighteen

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Chapter Nineteen

Red Mist

Isn't it usually so nice to get home after being away? Well, normally it is, but tonight is not one of those times. Tonight is a night I won't ever forget.

          Melvyn stared at Meow-Da and asked. “I don’t understand. What do I know?”

Meow-Da’s crinkly face wrinkled up even more than I thought possible as he replied. “Know mew do. In your paw, the key is.”

Looking down at his paw, Melvyn gasped as a glistening golden key on a long chain materialised out of thin air.

“Power is strong in mew, little one,” Meow-Da said as he pointed his cabbage stalk walking stick towards the back wall. “Father gave mew a gift, he did.”

It was in that moment that Melvyn remembered the magical amulet his father had given him, the one he used to open portals to new worlds and dimensions. He reached inside his custom-made tactical vest. (Well, it had to be custom-made because they didn’t make combat vests that small!) And pulled out the amulet, a radiant red ruby sparkling at its centre.

“Concentrate, mew must,” Meow-Da instructed. “Focus on the exact time mew left. Magic will do everything else.”

I crouched down in front of Melvyn and looked into his citrine eyes. “Mew can do this,” I said quietly. “Mew have the power to take us back to BBHQ. Just think, there’s no place like home and let your gift do the rest.”

Melvyn gulped and nodded. Meow-Da pointed towards the back wall again and a shimmering golden keyhole appeared in the rock.

Stepping towards the cave wall, the glistening key with its chain glittering in the low light. Melvyn stretched out his paw, lining the key up with the keyhole while he mumbled repeatedly. “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.” He squeezed his eyes tight shut, pushed the key into the lock, and turned it.

>^.^<

          Mogs pulled Pandora back towards the bunker entrance. Miss Warts and Posie were already clambering over the broken summerhouse and headed for the garden.

Winston chased after them, shouting. “Pandora, it’s me, Winston, come back!”

“Don’t look back!” Mogs growled as they turned to run after Posie and Miss Warts.

Leaping over the solidifying silver puddle in the middle of the lawn, they raced towards the gates.

Vera was still swirling above the garden in her nano-particle form. She watched as the three cats and Miss Warts dashed across the garden and then she spied the fourth cat. And she instinctively knew that the fourth feline was something else entirely as the fog changed colour. An ominous red glow permeated the thick mist crackling and fizzing with power.

Beginning another transformation, Vera never took her attention away from the thing masquerading as Winston. Just as she was about to transcend, the Winston-imposter looked up, waved its paw, and Vera was frozen in mid-air.

The nano-particles hung defying gravity for a couple of seconds before falling to the ground like metal hail.

Pandora, Posie, Mogs and Miss Warts had almost reached Main Street when an explosion erupted behind them, flinging them to the ground.

Mogs was badly winded from the force of the blast. He tried to scrabble to his paws, but he fell to the side and landed on his mistress.

Posie lay motionless next to Pandora, who was trying to claw her way across the damp ground towards the tuxedo cat.

The smell of brimstone and burnt, rotten flesh filled the air as a female voice cackled and screeched. “You can’t run!”

>^.^<

          There was a definitive clunk as the key turned and a blaze of golden light filled the cave.

The light shimmered like glittering sunlight rippling on water and spiralled outwards until a doorway way appeared, its edges burning like a ring of fire.

“Hurry we must,” Meow-Da said and stepped through the portal.

“Amber, keep Melvyn with mew. Everybody weapons ready, we don’t know what we’re walking into!” I instructed.

The whine of blasters charging rang out and the sound of safety’s being flicked off brought me a little comfort in that moment. Quickly checking my clip, I slid it back into place and held my Uzi in both paws as I stepped through the portal after Meow-Da.

I prayed to any god that might be listening as I whirled around and around like I was inside a washing machine that we ended up in the right dimension, at the right time in the right place.

As the swirling, whirling and spinning increased, I was quite glad that I hadn’t eaten for a while. A second later, the vortex literally spewed me out, and I landed on wet asphalt surrounded by red glowing fog.   

Parsley, Fudge, Smooch and Humphrey were next to be ejected from the portal, followed by Snowie, Amber and Melvyn.

Bomber, Smoke, Ice and Shadow tumbled out last, landing in a furry heap next to me. “That was lucky,” I said.

“What was?” Humphrey asked.

“That those heavyweights didn’t land on me!” I pointed at the Maine Coons.

Humphrey smirked. “Very true!”

The portal shrank and the glowing golden light got smaller every second until it winked out with a tiny popping sound.

“By all indications, we’re in exactly the right place,” Snowie said as she checked her iPaw tablet. “Vera is offline, though.”

Peering through the dense mist, I realised we were on Main Street, right outside the pub. Almost home, but not quite. I looked at Melvyn and said. “I think we need to have a talk later.”

He grimaced and mumbled an unspeakable under his breath. “Sorry, Uncle Basil, but the pub is so much fun and they have karaoke on Tuesday nights!”

The smell of brimstone and something rotten wafted through the slight breeze, and my hackles quivered as the tang of powerful magic filled the air.

“Where’s Meow-Da?” I asked, suddenly realising one of our party was missing.

Everyone glanced around, but the ancient Sphynx was nowhere to be seen.

“Melvyn, stay here with Amber and Snowie,” I said. “Parsley, Fudge and Smooch, mew go down nextdoor’s garden and get in position further down the drive. Take Smoke and Shadow with mew. Me, Humphrey, Bomber, and Ice will go down Main Street and go in the drive there.”

Snowie said. “Comms are back online. Channel three is a go.”

Everyone tapped their comms units, confirming they were online.

Turning to my nephew, I said. “If this all goes south, I want mew to open another portal and leave with Amber and Snowie.”

Amber looked at me, ready to protest, but I cut her off. “He needs mew and Snowie to look after him.”

She nodded and looked down at the kitten. “Mew can count on us,” she said with finality as she lifted her Uzi and forced a smile at me.

Padding off on silent paws into the thickening red fog, a blast wave suddenly hit me, and I landed roughly on the ground. Luckily, the next-door house took most of the force as the windows shattered and the roof tiles rippled like a wave of dominos.

Bomber was on his paws first, and he pulled me up. Taking a sharp breath, he said, “It looks like we’re right on time.”

Ice was crouched low to the ground as he peered tentatively around the edge of the wall on the driveway. Turning to me, he hissed. “The Red Evil is here.”

Sidling up next to him, I took a quick look and saw Posie, Pandora, Mogs, and Miss Warts flat out on the ground. I growled, as there was no way to get to them and get them to safety.

Tapping my comms unit, I whispered. “Smooch, are mew guys in position?”

The line crackled as Smooch replied. “Almost. We’re level with the garden gate, just about to go through the hedge onto the drive, but that blast knocked Fudge out of the tree and he’s hurt his leg.”

I cursed and then said. “Tell him to lie low and give mew, Shadow, Smoke and Parsley covering fire. I need mew to open fire towards the main gates as Crimsona Ubel is standing right there.”

“Copy that,” Smooch replied.

“But don’t shoot straight down the drive as we’ve got to get Posie, Pandora, Mogs, and Miss Warts to safety, as they’re down. Just distract her long enough for us to grab them.”

“No worries Basil, we’ve got your six,” Smooch replied. “Parsley’s just cut a hole into the hedge with his pantherene claws, and we’re ready to go.”

“On my mark, three, two, one, fire!” I said.

Smooch, Parsley, Shadow and Smoke burst out of the hedge and opened fire towards the main gate and the second I heard the first shot, I raced out, followed by Humphrey, Bomber, and Ice. In the next ten seconds, we’d pulled Pandora, Posie, Miss Warts and Mogs to safety. Well, out of the direct sight of Crimsona Ubel.

“Smooch retreat,” I said into my comms unit.

The gunfire ceased and silence reigned for about a second until Crimsona Ubel realised Pandora was no longer down and out in the driveway, and she let out an ear-piercing screech.

I carefully leaned Pandora against the wall and said. “Are mew ok?” She blinked at me and nodded. Then I checked the status of Mogs, Posie and Miss Warts. They were groaning, but luckily no one had any life-threatening injuries. They were just badly winded.

The Red Evil didn’t want them injured, as that would make the magic less potent.

“Basil,” Smooch said. “That Crimsona thing is headed our way, and she looks really hissed off. Her hands are glowing blood red.”

“Retreat Smooch, back here stat dude!” I said and peered around the edge of the wall again.

I could just see a tall figure striding down the drive through the red swirling fog, and it was headed straight for my team. I opened fire, emptying a full clip in seconds, I reloaded and emptied another one, but the bullets just bounced off her.

Crimsona Ubel turned, stared straight at me with glowing red hands and eyes, and she cackled evilly. “I’m going to love killing you, Basil!”

**AND CUT**

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Guys, mew know how we roll, so many apologies to cut it right there, but we will say, fluff me, and fluffing fluff, it’s just so bonkers!!! MOL 

Jumpin' juniper berries, is The Red Evil aka Crimson Ubel really at BBHQ? Yes, she most certainly is!

Where the fluff is Meow-Da? 

and

What the fluff is going to happen next?

How are mew going to finish this once and for all?

If you would like to read Chapter 20, the very last episode in this thrilling adventure, let us know in the comments, as OH MY CAT, we can't believe we're nearly there!

If you missed yesterday’s really fun Easter Crafting with Cats post, don’t forget to check it out. We’ll be back tomorrow with some more Midweek News.

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8 comments:

  1. On the edge of my seat, hoping she gets her comeuppance.

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  2. That horrible Crimsona is going to get hers. I can feel it.

    Have a fabulous day and week. Scritches to all the kitties and a big hug to mom. ♥

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  3. Nooo! Next week can't be the last chapter. Tuesdays will never be the same. I hope Crimsona will have a suitably nasty end, but of course she will!

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  4. guyz…afturr everee thing ewe haz been thru, a wee drink
    at de main street pub soundz like a grate eye dea, and order
    up sum fizh and chipz two….make it a date afturr that crimsona
    iz crizpee sona šŸŗšŸ˜¼šŸ˜¼‼️šŸŸšŸ’™

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  5. Yikes, I'd keep far away from Crimsona if I were you!

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  6. This is tense! Oh yeah, we have to know what happens next!

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  7. Oh no! Crimsona sounds nasty. XO

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  8. Oh wow hope they get her scary stuff.xšŸ™€

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