Azazel: The Birth
By Jalhar

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Prologue

The beginning. The junkyard was filled with trash, and the only
clearing was in the center and around the makeshift homes that the felines
had made. Desperately clawing away at the gate was a small, weak
kitten. It was no bigger than someone's hand; it's fur was mussed and
drenched from rain. The rain that collected around the junkyard that it was
standing in. It mewed helplessly, and was about to faint. The water, though,
woke it up.

"Mrowr... Mrowr..." Its throat was sore, and its mew was pathetic. Inside
the junkyard, only one soul was awake. The aerodynamic feline shape, pure
ebony in the night, emerged from the shadows.

"Oh, well, I never was there ever a cat so clever as... Me?" Mistoffelees
laughed inside. The rain didn't effect him. His prowess and power kept the
droplets of liquid away and off of him. He didn't mind. He was the only cat
who didn't mind. He was walking briskly, and humming the very song that
Tugger had written for him. He found the beat intense, and very neat. Sort
of like Mistoffelees himself.

"Mrowr..." A weak cry.

"Huh? Hey. Who's there?" Mistoffelees' hair was standing on ends. Only a
weak mew came from behind the fence. It came again, but sounded as if it
were gurgling. As if something were drowning. A feline something.
Mistoffelees nimbly leapt onto the fence, looking below, searching for any
sign of an animal. He looked very hard, and then noticed something stirring
in the water. It was dark in color, with stripes. A young cat, with a
peculiar red stripe down it's side. That's when Mistoffelees noted that the
water around it was tinted a reddish-brown color.

"Hey!" He yelled. "Hang on!" He braced himself for the long fall down. He
hit the water with a splash, and he lifted the creature in his jaws. It was
lighter than he. Mistoffelees did not have time to be amazed. He jumped,
this time being weighed down by the kitten. He barely made the jump, but
when he did, he immeadietly took the kitten under a box.

"Hey! Someone! Come quick!" He screamed. He saw nothing stir. "Hold on," he
told the small creature, "This may hurt a bit, but it will be for the best."
A small mew of protest resounded through the box. Mistoffelees pointed a
single claw at the wound. It was zapped with a small jolt that felt like a
bolt of static. The small creature mewed loudly, and the mew turned into a
hiss, and the hiss into a shriek. This got plenty of attention.

"Hey, Powerderpuff, what're you doin'?" came a deep voice. It was gruff,
and sounded groggy.

"Tugs, I need some help. Go get Jenny, and quick!! There's a hurt kitten
here."

"A hurt female kitten?" Tugger saw the ominous look on Mistoffelees' face.
He turned and ran towards Jenny's house. On his way out of the junkyard, he
ran smack into the red seductress herself, Bombalurina.

"Whoa. What's up, Tugs? I heard something roar, and then you come running.
What happened?"

"You're a female," Tugger said, "So go give some motherly love to the hurt
kitten over there." He made a motion with his head towards the box, and ran.

"Motherly love?" Bombalurina repeated, questioning what he meant. But she
heard the howl once more, and leapt forward towards the soaked carboard
house that the shrieking was coming from.

"Bomba! Please, help me calm this thing down!!" Mistoffelees pleeded.

"Thing?" Bombalurina asked. She saw the form of a cat, hysterically puffing
up. Bombalurina backed away a bit, afraid to be scratched.

"Hey, little thing, calm down." She said, her voice soothing. "It's OK. We
won't hurt you. We're only here to help." Her voice was calm. The thing,
identified now as a kitten, crouched in the corner, still puffed up.

"Misto, please just wait outside." Bombalurina said. "This kitten is
probably afraid. Let me handle her."

"With pleasure." Mistoffelees said, exiting.
Bombalurina looked at the kitten. It's fur was soaked and matted.

"Aren't you cold?" She asked. The kitten only bared it's teeth and hissed.

"I'm sure you can't feel very well with your fur being all soaked like that.
And it could use a good cleaning." The hissing only continued. Bombalurina
racked her mind to think of something. When her mother was still alive, she
remembered a song that she would sing to her.

"Thinking in a world of fantasy... Living life with all your dreams...
We'll all be there one day... Seeing loved ones once again... Memories
etched into our souls..." She remembered it perfectly. She saw the kitten,
it's eyes growing heavy. She talked softly.

"Hey, little kitty... Why don't you just rest?" She finished the song, and
the kitten fell to the ground, a thud echoing in the box.

"I didn't think you could handle kids, but I guess I was wrong." Tugger's
voice came through.

"Shh," shushed Jenny, "The kitten is asleep. Let's get it out of this box."
The cats were wet, and all soaked. But the kitten was fast asleep, so it
couldn't feel the rain. Or feel the paws lifting it, and carrying it to a
safe, dry home.

Chapter 1