And the pain; [it’s] s-l-i-p-p-i-n-g /away/

[Hiddenwrath]

Mutely, the she-cat nodded her head and made to rise to her paws. Well, at least she’d walk to where they were taking her, rather than be drug there dishonorably. Hazel eyes flicked, looking at each cat. The mean looking mottled tabby. Another, strikingly similar to the first, with a look a calculating wisdom in her eyes. The insane, chuckling tom. The scrawny, wild looking kit.

And then Anarchy, whom she felt that, even though he was working with them…didn’t quite fit into the puzzle.

[Shadow Spirit]

I thought I'd killed off all of those feelings so long ago...so why do they resurface now?

Anarchy promptly stepped off of Hiddenwrath, so she could stand. Stepping away from the others, he swished his tail to entice them forward. He aligned himself parallel to Hiddenwrath and began the long trek back towards BoneClan's territory. This was not a homecoming for Anarchy, no he would never call BoneClan his home. It was unlikely that he would ever call anywhere his home. For a tom with his cold mind and his experiences...home was a dream, not a reality.

[Tragedy]

ThumpThump. ThumpThump.

Tragedy was slightly impressed by the scumbag's pluck to actually stand up to her, rather than weakly mewling that she'd be sorry. But this was not really the time. She spoke to their new prisoner as she got to her feet. Good girl. But make any fuss, and might actually set Pripyat on you. A half-empty threat. While she would never let him "damage the goods", she assumed he would be helpful in running the RisingClanner down if she was stupid enought to make a break for it. Then she went around to Anarchy, leaned forward, and whispered in his ear. If you are so taken with her, she hissed, then you can appeal to Bane and try to turn her. But not now. We have a mission, and you are endangering it. She leaned even closer. Contain yourself or you will suffer such retribution that you have never felt before. To anyone who was watching, it would look like she was merely telling him off, and in part she was. But she was also giving him his chance. Although no jeapordization of the plan would be allowed in any squad Tragedy was in, she also knew that you caught more flies with honey than vinegar.

Harrow, she called with a flick of her tail, follow. She began trotting forward, in front of Hiddenwrath. She decided to quiz the kit on the situatin when they got back. Although Harrow was still young, it was never too early to start training the mind. Trag cast one last look at Anarchy, resolving to keep an eye on him; she had indeed seen him talking. Tragedy's ice eyes missed nothing

What are your paws
stained with?

[Bovine]

What's in
[ s t o r e ]
.?.


At the sound of her own name, Harrow snapped out of her thoughts, and turned her head and ears towards Tragedy, who had called her. Her ears quickly reclined to her head again, cringing slightly as she was ordered to follow.
She could see that the tabby she-cat had something in store for her.
But what?
Despite the constant stream of questions runnig through her head, she gave a small nod and padded obediently behind...it didnt seem wise to get curt with Trag at this moment.
Not when it was apparent how seriously she took missions.

[Hiddenwrath]

Pripyat? Oh dear.

Hiddenwrath moved coldly, not even a twitch in response to the tabby’s words. She wouldn’t let them win; it would take much more than that to break her.

The she-cat moved reluctantly, keeping closer to Anarchy than the others. If worse came to worse, she could always use him as a shield…although her conscious would be killing her afterwards.

Ah, but although her trust in him was slight…she had sensed the truth in his words. Maybe he would keep them.

[Spiderlily]

Well, what was this? Spiderlily’s ears were angled forward, catching what she could of Tragedy and Anarchy’s conversation.

A weakness to remember and file away for use later, it appeared.

Her malicious grin only grew larger, as she took up the read, keeping a pretty, keen eye on the prisoner.

Oh, and she wished she would try to escape. Give her something to play with. To dig her claws into.

To torture.

Hey, maybe Baney Boy would give them the prisoner to do that. She wouldn’t mind sharpening her claws on her.

Spiderlily glanced at Pripyat. Maybe he’d have fun with torturing as well. Hell, she’d give him the body to eat afterward.

[Pripyat]

The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me

Pripyat glanced sidelong at Spiderlily as he walked, noticing her malicious grin.
He, too, grinned in reply; it was his standard teeth-showing grin, gleeful and terrifying. As if he had heard her thoughts.
Yes, he would indeed like to join her on the torturing. Who said he'd have to eat the whole body, and after they were dead?

Bits and pieces, yeah. His blue eyes sparked at the thought.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Spiderlily]

Oh ho, that was an interesting reaction now!

If only Spiderlily could read Priyat’s mind; you know she’d be agreein’ with him.
The kitty-cat New Yorker was nice and twisted after her years of living in…rather hostile environments.

Her tail swished at that thought. Baney Boy would hopefully throw the prisoner to them.
Then the fun could really begin.

And, while she was on that note, she must remember never to call the Boneclan leader ‘Baney Boy’.

Or better yet…do call him it.
She’d love to see the reaction; even if it inflicted pain on her.

[Shadow Spirit]

A bold move...where has my calculating mind gone...?

Anarchy walked close to Hiddenwrath, not letting any others get too near to her. He had no idea what compelled him to do so, he'd never felt anything for anyone. Lust was in his desires, not love...so why did she matter to him so damned much? It was baffling and irritating, but all the same, he would protect her. AT least until he could come to some understanding with himself.

[Hiddenwrath]

She felt protected.
Oddly.

Not exactly safe.
But it was as if she had a guardian here, on the road to Hell.

Lust?
Love?
Hiddenwrath was a cat who didn’t know lust. Had never felt that emotion burning through her before.

But love?

She had loved her family, even after she had been turned away, shunned.
She had loved her father, for all that eh had been a rogue.
She loved Risingclan with her fierce, warrior’s spirit.

But love, in the sense of mates?
No, no that was unfamiliar.

Her mouth felt dry.
She balked, suddenly, ears flattening as she hissed towards the group’s tactician, fur rising along her spine, fluffy tail lashing.

No, no, not me, no. I want my freedom, deserve it.

[birdsofafeather]

The
[ e n e m y ]
.?.

Harrow's paws halted as Hiddenwrath's did.
Fear.
The RisingClan shecat had stopped. This spelled something unpleasant.
Why had Harrow stopped though? It was shock and fear for the she-cat...
Harrow glanced over to Tragedy...then to Pripyat and Spiderlily; the kit winced visibly as if she had been struck. She didn't know why she was so fearful for the RisingClanner...after all...
Her clan was the enemy.
...
Right?

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[Pripyat]

The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me

With all the deadly speed of a striking adder, Pripyat spun around to face Hiddenwrath. He had been walking beside Spiderlilly, but he moved pretty fast.

His eternally laughing eyes glared at Hiddenwrath.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he scolded. For once he was not grinning, and he looked very serious indeed.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Shadow Spirit]

Why do you have to be so bold?

Anarchy reeled at Hiddenwrath's sudden change in demeanor. He wanted to shout at her, remind her that she agreed to be calm, but he knew that would be stupid. The others were suspicious already, he couldn't just blurt it out now. So he adjusted his plan...

"When I stop talking...RUN!" he whispered, harshly to her. Then he pushed himself between her and the others. "I thought we agreed that no harm was to come to our quarry...Heartless will not be pleased..." he growled at Pripyat and Tragedy, keeping his eyes on everyone at the same time. He hoped she would take his cue...

[Hiddenwrath]

What else could Hiddenwrath do?
As soon as Anarchy’s words ceased, him staring down the tom, Pripyat, who had bolted to confront her, the fluffy she-cat whirled.

It was as if her paws had grown wings.
And she ran.

She ran as if the demons from Hell were chasing her.
Ran as if she fled the hounds of Fate, dogging at her heals.

But then, after several yards, she stopped.
Stopped.

Hiddenwrath couldn’t leave.
She just couldn’t let them tear apart Anarchy.

Hazel eyes, turned to look back.
Looked to see his fate.

Paws moved her closer.
Ready to join him.
Ready to fight to save him..

[Pripyat]

The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me

Instinct.

Pripyat leaped forward, landing even with Hiddenwrath; he swung his head sideways, jaws open, teeth slashing at her throat, aiming to tear the life from her in one blow--

But Heartless said alive. No use displeasing the maiden.

Pripyat adjusted his movements a hair in mid-strike. Now if he struck true, he would take Hiddenwrath by the throat and throw her to the ground.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Spiderlily]

“Oh, no you don’t bitch.”

A mottled streak.
A burn through the air.
Flashing demonic yellow hues.

Baney Boy’s clan member Heartless wanted her alive.
Alive.

But nowhere, nowhere in the job description did it say she had to be unscathed.
After all, wouldn’t it make sense for her to fight back?

Why would she go meekly?
She was a warrior.

Spiderlily didn’t bother to think this through, fully, her mind had already draw straight to the conclusion.
Besides, she liked pain.

Especially when she inflicted it.

As Pripyat snapped, grabbing the she-cat by the throat to lay her out, Spiderlily moved to take her down by the back, jaws snapping shut like a steel trap on her hindleg. Blood welled, dripping down the pretty, but now tainted, fur.

Oh yes.
She wasn’t gonna get away that easily now.

You don’t f**k with the Spiderlily and get away alive.

[Shadow Spirit]

Don't tell me you feel something too...

Anarchy's jaw dropped open in shock as he saw her stop and turn back. What the hell was she doing?! Then, before he could speak, Pripyat and Spiderlilly were upon her. Suddenly filled with a boiling rage, he threw caution to the wind and launched himself into the fray.

He jumped onto Hiddenwrath's hindquarters and tried to pry Spiderlilly's jaws off of her leg. Meanwhile, he turned his feet to Pripyat and beat at the tom's face with unsheathed claws. Anarchy felt like he no longer had control over his own body, all of his emotions were combined into one terrible hatred. All that mattered at that very moment, was getting Hiddenwrath free.

[Pripyat]

The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the DEMON in me

Pripyat stayed where he was, his eyes narrowed to blue slits.

He did not release Hiddenwrath's throat by now his teeth must be digging cuts in the side of her neck, but he held fast.
The black-pelted tom took a step back, his eyes flashing at Anarchy.

He was pissed.

"Stop." His voice grew low and rumbling, like distant thunder. Like the warning growl of a wolf.
"Stop right now or I will crush this she-cat's throat between my teeth and drain every drop of blood from her body."

Pripyat was work-functional psycho; he did his job well.

Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[Shadow Spirit]

I must be out of my mind...

Anarchy listened to Pripyat's words and his brain seemed to snap back into action. A new plan formulated, he released his grip on Spiderlilly and stepped away from Hiddenwrath.

"I'll make a deal with you all..." he said, coldly, his orange hues glowing with fire. "Let her go...she's obviously of no use to us if she can't even follow one simple order..." "Take me instead, its obvious that you'd love to tear me limb from limb and I'll let you, provided you bring me back to BoneClan alive...so Heartless and the others can handle me..." "Allow her to go and you can exact your rage on me, I will fight back if you choose...but I want you to let her go..." "I don't trust your word, so I want to see it with my own eyes..."

Anarchy faced his potential murderers head on, no fear at all in his bright demon eyes. He was not done yet and he would never allow himself to be killed by these cats...this was just one more step...

[Spiderlily]

“Go on ‘head, crush it.”

Keeping one paw on the wounded she-cat’s flank, claws unsheathed and digging into her flesh.

Bitch wasn’t gonna get away.
Not ‘til she and Pripyat see what they’re gonna do.

Yellow eyes narrowed, as they considered Anarchy’s words for the longest moment.

“I’d say we tear them both apart.”

The malicious grin, slow and simple.
But a spark glittered in fierce eyes.

“Although you in particular, boy. You deserve the slowest death we can bring. Right Prip?”