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
The Rotten Fetid Barbecue!
Why is it, just
when mew think, everything is going to be ok? That it all turns to fluff in a paw-basket
in less time than it takes to say, Fluff me, I never saw that one coming?
Vera roared and became incensed as she spat a barrage of fire
at the two figures lying on the narrow lane. The flames were so hot that Posie,
Pandora, Miss Warts and Mogs retreated further into the graveyard. The
screaming was gut-wrenching as the inferno increased.
The last remaining Red Wing Raptors pounced on her from behind, and the
army of zombie cats staggered towards the lane and encircled the prone burning figures.
Vera launched upward and twisted in the air, knocking the savage raptors to
the floor. They landed on top of the shufflers, scattering them everywhere, like bowling pins. Vera
swooped upwards again and then descended with such force that the ground quaked
as she squashed many of the shufflers with her huge claws. Leaping into the air again, she hovered
just above the fray, and flames covered the entire lane.
The smell was rank, like a burning, rotten flesh barbecue. Pandora gagged
as the stomach-churning aroma filled the graveyard.
Posie peered through the mist as she watched Vera unleash a barrage of
molten lava on the zombie cats and vaporised them, their bodies bursting apart
and the remaining dust particles exploding.
Funghorn Furkle screamed as the molten lava covered him from the waist down
and he watched in horror as his limbs melted. His screaming didn’t stop until
Vera spewed more of the molten fire all over him, silencing him forever.
The robed figure was trying to crawl away as the lava bubbled and rolled
towards him. He shrieked, “I am Klagnut Bumfuzzel, and I refuse to be beaten by
you!” Trying to stretch out his charred arm, he pointed the magical wand at
Vera and began to chant. The crystal tipped glowed red as he harnessed the last
of his power, and just as the necromancer was about to finish the spell, Vera
spewed a massive dollop of molten lava on him.
Posie whooped in triumph. “Way to go Vera!”
The last few Red Wing Raptors made a last charge towards Vera as she
unleashed another barrage of flaming intensity until they were nothing more
than a molten puddle of silvery liquid steaming on the ground. The huge white, hybrid
dragon roared in victory, and soared into the air, returning into a buzzing
swarm of nano-particles as she swooped back towards BBHQ through the mist, her mission complete.
Posie, Pandora, Miss Warts, and Mogs wasted no time, and jumped over the wall, racing across
the field after the departing swarm.
>^.^<
Sitting next to the fire,
unable to sleep, my brain was buzzing with so many thoughts as they hacked
their way through my mind, like a blunt machete cutting through the jungle. And
I couldn’t figure out why. Why the necromantic cult would strike on our home
ground? Why they would think that they could effortlessly wipe us all out? Why they thought they had the upper paw in all of this? It made little sense, and
then it hit me.
Humphrey came and sat next to me, as everyone else was sleeping and soft
snores filled the cave.
“Basil,” he said. “None of this computes. It doesn’t make sense on any
level.”
I looked at him and nodded. “I think I’ve just worked it out.”
He gave me a knowing glance. “It was a distraction.”
“Exactly,” I agreed. “And while I’ve been deeply worried about what’s been
happening at BBHQ, I know Vera will have done her best.”
“Posie will have made sure that Pandora, Miss Warts and Mogs were ok, and I
know those three have enough magical powers between them to be fine, but…”
“But necromancer magic is different, right?”
“Yep!” he said.
“I know they will be fine,” I replied. “But I’m still pondering the possibilities
of why the distraction… oh no…”
“What?” Humphrey asked.
“It was a test,” I said with utter certainty. “A test to see if we survived
and if we did, the Red Evil would come in her non-corporeal form to try to
harness the souls of… well, Pandora and Melvyn.”
“As those two combined are probably the most powerful magical entities for
the light in our dimension.”
I nodded, and my stomach lurched sideways as I realised that the Mogwarts
attacks were nothing more than another distraction to get us there, and when that
failed, they came to BBHQ.
Glancing around the cave, I saw Melvyn snuggled next to Amber and Snowie;
he was so little, and I bristled with anger at the thought of some ancient evil
wanting to extract his soul and harness his power. And the same for Pandora,
she’d also been through so much before she found her way to BBHQ, and there was
no way I was going to let some old, power mad hag hurt my family.
Turing to Humphrey, I said. “She’s headed to Mewton-Clawson. She’s coming
to harvest souls, and we need to get back there and stop her once and for all.”
Pandora jumped over the
broken gates at BBHQ followed by Miss Wart, Mogs and Posie. Avoiding the
hardening, silvery slick on the lawn, they raced towards the bunker entrance,
clambering over the remains of the summerhouse as Vera in her nano-particle
form swirled above the foggy garden still buzzing with anger.
Punching the code into the door, it opened and they headed inside. The corridor
was in total disarray, and the smell of death permeated the air. The emergency lighting
was casting all kinds of weird shadows among the chaos.
Mogs hissed, and his hackles rose as something limped towards us through the
debris.
Pandora’s paws glowed as she harnessed her power and stepped forward,
carefully peering into the gloom.
“Don’t shoot!” A voice said. “It’s me, Winston!”
“Winston, what are mew doing up here?” Pandora asked cautiously. “I thought
mew were locked in on Level Eight with Horice and the magical menagerie?”
Mogs stepped next to Pandora and softly rested a paw on her shoulder. Her
mind immediately received the telepathic message.
“That is not Winston, that is death!”
>^.^<
Watching Meow-Da sleep, I fidgeted
with anxiety, as I knew we had to get back to BBHQ. The M-Unit were in deep
conversation near the cave entrance. Smoke sat on his own near the fire pit looking
defeated and dejected. He was processing how his life was going to be going
forward, and I approached him.
“Dude,” I said quietly.
He glanced at me, tears filling his eyes before he dropped his gaze
towards the floor.
Snowie came to sit next to him, putting a paw on his arm. “It’s going to be
ok,” she soothed. “It’ll be alright, won’t it, Basil?”
Crouching down, I said. “Smoke, I know mew’re hurting, and I know mew feel
abandoned, but know this, mew have a home and family with us at BBHQ.”
He shook his head. “I don’t deserve a home after what I’ve done.”
Bomber came and sat next to Snowie; he looked calmer as he said to Smoke. “I
understand mew didn’t have a choice, that mew were forced into that mission. I
get that, but why didn’t mew tell us? Maybe we could have done something to
save your sister?”
Smoke tried to speak, but his voice cracked, and he shook with grief.
I looked at Bomber and said. “I think he was too afraid to admit anything.”
The grey Maine Coon nodded as tears splashed onto the sandy floor.
“He was scared that mew would turn on him and cast him out,” I continued. “And
he had nowhere to go, and no family left, and I guess he thought that mew’d
never find out and he’d take that dark secret to the grave.”
Ice and Shadow, hearing my words, came to stand next to me as Bomber said. “I
get that now, and we are so sorry your sister was killed.”
Shadow said. “Smoke, mew have saved my life more times that I can count,
and I’m sorry that I got angry with mew.”
Ice nodded and added. “Me too dude, and we are so sorry about your sister.”
“I’m so sorry I never told mew guys,” Smoke choked out the words. “I never
wanted to spy on mew or your boss, but my sister…”
Snowie and I moved out of the way as Bomber, Ice and Shadow sat together in
front of Smoke and the four of them talked among themselves.
“I hope they can forgive each other,” Snowie murmured to me.
“Me too," I replied softly. “Those guys have been through so much together,
and I’d hate to see them fall out permanently.”
I heard a huge yawn and spun around to see Meow-Da stretching. He coughed
several times and then looked at me. “Time to go.”
“Meow-Da, we are ready!”
I looked around at my team; Fudge, Parsley and Smooch stepped forward.
Amber picked up Melvyn, who was still snoozing, and she said. “Let’s go home.”
“What do we need to do?” I asked Meow-Da.
“Young Kitten, he knows,” Meow-Da said pointing his cabbage stalk walking
stick at Melvyn.
Melvyn suddenly woke up, his eyes were the size of dinner plates as dread leached
out of his pores.
“Uncle Basil, that thing, she’s at BBHQ!” he squeaked. “Pandora is in terrible
danger. We need to get home now!”
**AND CUT**
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?
How is Melvyn going to get us home?
and
Will this be the last battle?
If you would like to read Chapter 19, let us know in the comments, as OH MY CAT, this is getting wilder each week. In fact, the P.A. has decided to stay in bed until this saga ends, as it’s all just too much! MOL
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