There she was, as beautiful as ever. Her pure white figure, staring off into the distance. Quaxo could do nothing but stare and admire her beauty. She was so kinda, so innocent, so amazing. he loved her, but the shy tuxedo tom would never tell her that, the truth. His heart was so ready but his mind was so afraid of rejection. He sighed miserably.

Then, something happened. It happened so fast he didn't understand it at first. Victoria fell onto the ground, dust flying up around her fallen body, like a fallen angel. It then became very clear what had happened: She had been killed, by someone.

Quaxo shot up, sweat pouring down his face mixed with salty tears. What had happened? His mind was racing with so many questions he couldn't keep anything straight. A dream, it was a dream, nothing more. He told himself firmly.

His dreams had an odd way of some how becoming reality sometimee, which was what scared him the most. He had never dreamed up such a terrible thing. Was his mind playing tricks on him? He doubted something as aweful as that would ever happen. Who would want something like that to happen to Victoria?

As much as Quaxo denied it, the dream bothered him all day. He could't make the aweful image go away. Victoria's elegant figure falling to the ground, limp and lifeless. It haunted him, it terrified him. Why had he ever dreamed such a thing? What in heaviside was wrong with him? This was destroying the young tom, slowly but surely.

"Hey, you ok?"

Quaxo's head snapped in the direction of an angels voice, speaking in hushed tones. "Are you ok?" Quaxo repeated to Victoria who was standing next to him, looking slightly worrired.

She smiled at him cheerfuly, "I'm terrific, thanks."

He sighed a sigh of releif. It calmed him down to know she was alright. He did his best to hide all signs of his own worry, but he still looked depressed. There was no way he could hide the fear and sadness in his eyes.

Pouncival leapt up into the air reaching for the round red ball soaring above them. As the striped tom returned to the ground, he bumped into Victoria and she fell to the ground with a soft thud.

Panic and fear took over Quaxo and the black tom slashed at Pouncival in attempt to fix what had alreayd happened. Over and over Quaxo lashed at Pouncival with his claws, merciless and determined to forever stop him.

"Quaxo stop it!" Victoria screamed at him sounding terrified.

Quaxo froze and looked down where Victoria had fallen. She was sitting up. looking at him. She looked so afraid of him, as if he would attack her like he was attacking Pouncival, who by now was on the ground trembling, "But he-"

"It was an accident!" Victoria screamed at him again standing. She knelt down next to Pouncival and helped the broken tom up, "What's the matter with you Quaxo!"

"I...he?" Quaxo found himself lost for words. What was the matter with him? Everything happened like he saw it would but something was wrong.Pouncival didn't attack Victoria, he had bumped into her, a mere accident.

"I'll take you to Jenny." Vicoria spoke softly to Pouncival leabing him against her to help balance the wounded tom as they walked. "Come on." She cooed, before shooting Quaxo a dirty look.

"Geeze Quaxo, he just knocked her down." Tumblebrutus growled at him, "You didn't need to kill him over it."

"I didn't kill him," Quaxo argued softly not looking directly at Tumblebrutus. He wouldn't lie, he had over reacted a bit to much.

"You just about killed him." Tumble snapped back, "Did you see all that blood?" he turned to Ademtus.

Ademtus nodded looking startled, "He looked like his guts were falling out."

"His guts were not falling out!" Quaxo shook his head furiously knowing they were over reacting to the situation themselves. "It's not true!" He snapped before running off. Tumblebrutus and Ademtus watched him run off with tears in his eyes again.

"He's crazy." Tumble remakred with a nod.

"Unstable," Plato corrected him standing off to the side leaning against the oven with his arms crossed. "That was quite a show."

"Show?" Ademtus raised an eye brow at him, "I wouldn't refer to it as a show."

Plato smirked, "You wouldn't, but I would."

"My goodness!" Jenny cried, "What on earth happened!" she ran to Victoria and Pouncival with a damp cloth that she grabbed when she first caught sight of them.

"I don't know." Pouncival replied honestly sounding shaken up. He looked at her with confused eyes. She began wiping with blood from his fur. "One minute I'm playing ball with Tumble and Ademtus, then Quaxo is clawing me to death."

"What? Why would he do that?" Jenny kept cleaning Pouncival's numerous wounds.

"I... I don't know." Victoria frowned ay Jenny looking equally as confused. "Pounce bumped into me and I fell, but it was an accident." She explained as if trying to get herself out of trouble.

"I don't understand," Jenny looked at Victoria for a moment, "Quaxo attacled Pouncival when Pouncival knocked you down?"

Victoria nodded still frowning.

"Maybe he likes you?" Pouncival suggested softly still having Jenny attending to his wounds. He didn't beleive it would be true but he was just throwing stuff out there.

Victoria laughed softly, not really in the mood to laugh, "Don't be rediculous Pouncival. Quaxo and I are friends."

"Oh dear! Victoria look," Jenny stoped what she was doing and adressed Victoria, "You've got blood all over your fur." Jenny grabbed a clean cloth and began cleaning Victoria's fur.

Plato watched up in the junk above the three cats. He had followed Victoria and Pouncival to Jenny and made himself hidden up in the junk. "Oh Victoria," He chanted under his breath, "How lovely you look soaked in blood." He grinned.

Quaxo cried into his hands uncontrollably. He chocked on his sobs and was growling exhusted from his heavy breathing and shaking. He had nearly killed one of his closest friends. He could hear the flesh ripping under his claws and the red liquid soaking into his fur.

He looked down at his hands. Red. Covered in red. He looked at his nose that he now just realized was covered in blood from his hands. He felt ill, the copper sme;; was overwelming and made him feel dizzy and lightheaded. He forced himself up and dipped his hands into a deep puddle freeing his hands of the red stains. He splashed the muddy water against his face letting the red melt away and fall into the water.

This just wasn't right. This wasn't suppose to happen to him. His father, Mistoffelees was so respected and adored. he had saved Deuteronomy from Macavity and what was Quaxo doing? Killing fellow Jellicles.

He fell down into the thick sticky mud and cried again. "This... this just isn't right." He muttered over and over until he fell into the dark.

Quaxo sat up and looked around. He hadn't even realized he'd fallen asleep in the mud. It was hard now and refused to remove itself from Quaxo's fur. Uncomfortably Quaxo stod up hearing the mud crunching and crumbling. It tugged and pulled at his fur with his every move and he clenched his teeth tightly together to endure the pain that was very noticable.

Victoria. That's who he saw. He saw someone else to, but they weren't facing him. The other cat raised their hand over their head, revealing a peice of broken glass. Quaxo saw the old broken mirror laying in a million peices as always on the ground. The cat struck Victoria and turned to Quaxo, just as Victoria fell.

Plato smirked and laughed sickly at him.

Quaxo shoot up out of the dry mud and yelled in pain as much of his fur stayed down in the dry mud. He didn't wait to sooth the pain, he just ran, through everything and everyone to the broken mirror at the far side of the Junkyard. There was the mirror, Victoria and Plato. With a swift move, Plato struck Victoria and her brigh red blood poured down her chest from the deep wound visable on her throat. She collapsed, dust and dry dirt flying up around her corps. Plato looked at Quaxo and laughed.

Quaxo fell to his kness and screamed.

Part Two