Twisted

[Amie]

Casey beckoned Scraps to follow her along the dark corridor, and he reluctantly padded along after her lazily.
"Really, I do think you're being ridiculous!" he sighed.
"Shhhh!" Casey hissed, "And besides, I know something funny's going on around here. I overheard one of the maids. She said, '...yes, tonight, in the kitchen,' but when she saw me she stopped dead."
"Well, it could be anything," Scraps moaned, licking his whiskers casually. Casey shot him a nasty look, and carried on, towards the kitchen.
After a while she heard voices, giggles, and blue mist seemed to be oozing from underneath the kitchen door.
"See!" she whispered exicitedly.
"They're just messing on," Scraps snorted.
"Here that?" a shrill voice snapped from the kitchen, and the noise stopped, making the mist seem to disappear. Casey's heart pounded as she she heard footsteps drawing closer and closer.

[Saphnie]

Scraps eyed the door. "They won't come and check."
"How do you know?" Casey hissed.
The cat shrugged. "I just do. Trust me."

[Amie]

"I think we should tell my father," Casey whispered, as they walked back to her chamber.
"Nonsense!" Scraps rolled his eyes, "Why don't you just chill out?"
Casey didn't say another word. What were they doing? She knew for a fact they were up to something . . . but what?
Slipping into her silk pyjamas, she lay down on her mattress and didn't give it a second thought. Scraps lay at the foot of her bed, as usual, and she soon drited off to sleep.
"Cas! Casey! WAKE UP!" Scraps seemed to exclaim only seconds later.
"Oh god," Casey groaned, rubbing her eyes, "What IS it, Scraps?"
"You must come see! I can't believe . . . come quickly . . . hurry!" Scraps seemed to tremble with exitment or fear, she wasn't sure.

[Saphnie]

Casey moaned and slowly got out of bed. Scraps stood by the door, peering out, his eyes wide in alarm.

[Amie]

Pulling her silk dressing gown on, Casey stumbled to the door.
She gasped in horror when she saw.
Jon, the kitchen boy, one of her most trusted mates, was sitting up against the wall just along the corridor. His face was unnaturally pale, his eyes were a cold blue, and his gaze was fixed on her.
"Hell's teeth," he groaned, "Hell's teeth."
"Jon!" Casey cried, and ran to lift him and comfort him.
"Casey, no!" Scraps hissed quietly.
"Hell's teeth. Casey? S'that you? Help, Cas. Please," Jon didn't avert his gaze, not for a second.
Ignoring Scraps, she ran out, and knelt by him.
He smiled as she said his name softly.
"Cas," he whispered weakly, "They stole it."

[Saphnie]

Casey's heart froze. "What?"
"It's true," Jon said, gritting his teeth against an invisible source of pain. "They ... they took it and ..."
"Who stole it, Jon?" Casey said urgently. "Was it the Mavericks?"
Jon closed his eyes and slowly nodded.
"Casey!" Scraps cried. Casey turned and shouted in fear.