HOLD ON TIGHT, GUYS; THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE WILD, FLUFFING ADVENTURE!!!
If mew missed the start of this brand-new adventure, click the links 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 Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty Two
The Reunion
Commander Basil waited in the deafening silence. Bomber had his blaster pointed at the cupboard doors. Half a minute ticked by, and then one of the doors creaked open just a fraction and a bloodshot eyeball peered around the room.
“Stupid cats!”
the necromancer chuckled as the other door swung open, and he dragged Melvyn out
by the scruff. “Be quiet kitten.”
Melvyn’s eyes were wide with terror, and he grappled for the amulet around his neck, but then he saw Bomber, who winked at him, and Melvyn went limp.
The necro
squeezed around the back of the overstuffed floral armchair and crept towards
the closed patio doors, expecting to see an empty garden but gasped in shock
when he saw the T.T.T.B.s sat there like two stalwart red sentinels.
“Plan B it is
then,” he smirked, just about to turn around and head towards the front door.
The cold metal
of the gun barrel pressed against the back of the necro’s head, and Commander
Basil growled icily. “Put my nephew down now!”
The necro
dropped Melvyn like a hot cake, and the kitten scrambled across the room
towards Bomber.
“Get down on
your knees, muther fluffer!” Basil growled again.
Melvyn spun
around as he reached Bomber’s open arms to see his Uncle
Basil standing there with an Uzi looking just like the photo he’d got in his
backpack. Tears streamed down his face as relief flooded his little body.
Bomber held him close and whispered. “I told you we’d find him.”
Commander Basil
looked down at the red-robed necromancer, his gun barrel still pushed firmly into
the back of the necro's head. “Close your eyes, Melvyn, and cover your ears,” he
said calmly, and Bomber adjusted his grip, turning Melvyn away.
There was a click, a bang, followed by a rapid rat-tat-tat as he emptied the full clip into the necro to make sure the evilness wasn’t going to get up. The acrid tang of cordite filled the air, and Basil looked at the vermin on the ground and then kicked him to make sure he was dead.
A couple of
seconds later, he said with a weary sigh. “Execution style isn’t my thing…but that evil piece of
excrement was going to do terrible things to my nephew, and if he wasn’t
dispatched, he’d just keep on trying.”
Bomber opened
the patio doors and carried Melvyn outside. “You can open your eyes now,
Melvyn,” he said quietly.
Commander Basil appeared in the doorway, framed in the soft evening light, as Melvyn took in the vision of his uncle properly for the first time. The tears dripped off
his whiskers as he smiled, his little body trembling with joy as the greatest
cat commander of all time walked towards him.
Basil reached
Bomber, looked at his nephew, and reached out his paws. Bomber passed Melvyn
over as Basil said gently. “You are the spitting image of your mother.” He
pulled the kitten close and squeezed him. “It’s very nice to meet you, Melvyn,
and I’m sorry I took so long.”
Melvyn clung to
his uncle like his life depended on it, and in the next second, it did.
**AND CUT**
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What an amazing scene.
ReplyDeleteAt last Melvyn has found his hero uncle! It brought a tear to my eye. It is obviously not all over, but Commander Basil will take every step to keep his nephew safe.
ReplyDeleteAm waiting for the whole story, so I can read it in one fell swoop...already know it'll be a real page-turning...metaphorically speaking.
ReplyDeleteWhat a moment! Yes we want to read on!
ReplyDeleteThat was good! Hey, Basil and the Bomber sounds like a rock group.
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