HMF: Chapter 14, FinalChapter 14: Can We Finally Rest?
One week later
Bageera walked into Munkustraps den. Jazz was lying on a pillow, covered with a blanket. Everyone agreed that she shouldnt be moved too far, so Munkustrap and Demeter agreed to let her rest in their den until she was feeling better.
As Mistoffelees said, with rest and the right diet, Jazz was starting to feel better. She still got a little dizzy when she stood, but she was definitely getting better. Bageera sat down next to her held her close in an embrace.
How are you feeling? he asked once they had let go.
I feel great, Jazz said. She reached up and rubbed the patch of green. This is still cold, though.
Stop rubbing it, Bageera said. Mistoffelees said that it will be cold for a while. Blood wont start flowing through it until the rest of your body has healed.
I know, Jazz said, letting her paw drop. But it still feels weird, having as c
HFM: Chapter 13Chapter 13: End Game
Bageera slammed the tom he now thought of as Macavity into the ground, his considerable weight behind the blow. Macavity was temporarily knocked out of breath. Bageera climbed off and grabbed Macavity by his chest fur, pulling him to his paws. Then he threw the tom into a nearby trash can. He hit with a solid thud, bending the can.
Bageera moved in, but Macavity had recovered quickly. He brought a forepaw up and into Bageeras side. Macavity was quite strong; a decent match to Bageera, and the blow was solid. Bageera crumpled in pain. Macavity lunged forward and kicked the downed Bageera in the face, sending him on his back.
Macavity looked up and saw that Jazz and the others were coming his way. He knew he couldnt take them all. That left him with one option: retreat. But in the time it took him to realize this, Bageera was already getting to his paws. Macavity made to flee, but the detective swiped out, catching Macavitys leg. He fell forward, sl
HFM: Chapter 12Chapter 12: The Truth Revealed
The room was silent. Nobody said anything. Munkustrap stared at the two detectives, slack-jawed. Mistoffelees and Tugger stiffened. Demeter and the kittens froze as they listened in. The two crooks looked at each other in surprise. Even Jazz seemed frozen by the accusation she didnt see coming. Only the gentle blowing of the wind outside the den could be heard.
Wait a minute! Munkustrap said, breaking the spell. Hold everything! You think the Rum Tum Tugger my brother is Macavity?
I dont think anything, Bageera said. I know hes Macavity.
Thats absurd, Tugger said. What on Earth makes you think that?
I got a good look at Macavity when he destroyed my tribe, Bageera snarled. Your facial structure look just like his.
That doesnt prove anything, Tugger said. How long ago was your tribe destroyed? You cant
HFM: Chapter 11Chapter 11: Final Evidence
Bageera and Jazz crept to the notorious cats den. Undoubtedly, Tugger would have spread the word that the two detectives had left since he thought they were dead. Bageera and Jazz wanted him to continue thinking this. As long as he thought they were dead, the more they could look around without his interference. However, that meant they had to stay hidden from all the other Jellicles as well.
They arrived at the den unnoticed. Bageera kicked the door open and went inside. Rumpelteazer was alone, sitting on the blankets they used for bedding. She was crying into her arms. Mungojerrie wasnt anywhere in sight.
When she looked up and saw who had just kicked in her door, the sadness in Rumpelteazers eyes turned to fury. She ran at Bageera and began hitting him in the chest. It didnt hurt, but the rage behind the blows almost stung. Bageera grabbed her by the wrists and held her back.
Why did you have to show up? Rump
HFM: Chapter 10Chapter 10: Trouble
Jazz woke first to a pounding head and a foul smell. She tried to move, but couldnt. Looking down, she saw that she was tied up. Thick ropes wrapped around her body, tying her to Bageera, whos head slumped forward. Her paws were tied behind her back with Bageeras. Jazz looked around, trying to see where they were. It looked as if they were in the trunk of a car. But that didnt interest her as much as who they were sharing the space with.
Mistoffelees, she muttered. And the Rum Tum Tugger.
Please, the curious cat said. Call me Tugger. I think we can drop the formalities. Dont you?
The Rum Tum Tugger stood over Jazz, a small bottle in one paw. A foul smell came from it. It was probably what woke her up. He held it under Bageeras nose as well, waking him. He woke, looked up and instantly began trying to get at the Rum Tum. But the ropes were thick. They held fast. Mistoffelees didn