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The Shadow Which Haunts Him

Flora Winters

I do not own Thundercats and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: Mumm-Ra devises an evil scheme to drive the Lord of the Thundercats crazy. Will it work? You’ll just have to read and review to find out. This story will contain boy-love, language, and violence.

Prologue

No more gas in the rig
Can’t even get it started
Nothing heard, nothing said
Can’t even speak about it
Out of my life, out of my head
Don’t want to think about it
Feels like I’m going insane
Yeah

--RIHANNA

Lightning flashed violet outside his window as the voice of thunder softly boomed in the distance. It was going to be another one of those kinds of nights again. He opened his eyes, taking a seat on his bed, giving a lonely sigh as he kicked off his boots. The thunder rumbled as he curled up on his side, wishing that his bed wasn’t so big. It only served to remind him that it was big enough for two, and that he had nobody to share it with.

He chuckled rather lowly to himself. It was just something he was going to have to get used to. He had to be an adult and it wasn’t fair. His childhood had been stripped away from him, just like his home, too. All of his playmates were gone and so were his parents. He was now just a child trapped in an adult’s body. He had to be a strong and powerful leader in order for his people to survive on this new world. It wasn’t fair. He really wished he had someone’s shoulder to cry on in private. He could never show weakness in front of the others. He wasn’t allowed to be the child he truly was on the inside. It was funny and sad. Whenever he hurt himself, he always expected, but was sadly disappointed that no one was going to kiss his hurt away. He had to be an adult and take the pain.

His pillow was his only companion in the long hours of the nights. He could cry in silence and its fluffy softness would never judge him. It would soak in his silent tears until he fell fast asleep. It was like this every night when he knew he was secure behind closed doors. His pain was his own and he was constantly carrying it in the back of his mind. He had to be strong and rule with confidence. He couldn’t show weakness no matter how badly he felt like breaking down and shattering into a billion pieces like his precious Thundera.

He closed his crimson-amber eyes and listened to the soft patter of the rain gently hitting against his window. It was such a soothing sound.

“Hey, Lion-O!” The voice of his best friend laughed, calling out to him. “I bet you couldn’t catch me in a million years!”

His eyes snapped open, finding his room in darkness. Shadows were dancing in flashes of violet lightning as the rain tapped his window like someone wanting inside.

“Leo?” He whispered, lying back on his wet pillow. It had been the same dream. Oh, he missed him. He missed his best friend with all his heart. It hurt to think about him.

Leo had been just a few years older than him and the two of them had been playing in the palace garden when the catastrophe suddenly struck for the first time. He could still see it all play out in his mind as if it had only taken place yesterday. The ground was shaking so violently and the sky looked as thought it would split apart at any second.

“Lion-O!” Leo had cried, jumping, and pushing him out of the way. It caused him to fall onto his side, hearing a loud crash.

“Leo!” He screamed, scrambling towards his fallen friend. “Leo, no!”

A great stone pillar had fallen, smashing the lower half of Leo’s body under its massive weight. His topaz-blue eyes were wide, and blood was dripping from his nose.

“You’re okay,” Leo smiled.

“Somebody, help us!” Lion-O screamed with tears streaming down his face. He took Leo’s trembling hand in his own. “You’re going to be okay. My father will make it all better.”

“Lion-O,” Leo whispered, coughing up blood, squeezing his hand. “I…love…” Tears fell from his aqua blue eyes and he stilled.

“Leo?” Lion-O asked, shaking his head, seeing how empty those wet blue eyes were. “LEO!” He had tried to lift the massive stone off him, but he couldn’t do it by himself.

He could still hear the echoes of his screams. His best friend had died, saving him. The palace guards had found him cuddled up next to his fallen friend in the rubble. He had refused to leave him there alone. It had taken Jagga to get him to let go of Leo’s cold hand.

“Leo,” he whispered, wiping the fresh tears from his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

He had been so lucky to have had such a friend. Leo had loved him, watched out for him, stood up for him, and had died for him. He was the very definition of what a best friend should be. The two of them had been soul-mates.

“It’s my fault!” He cried in the silence of the storm outside. “It’s my fault that you’re dead.”

More tears fell and he sniffled. He couldn’t stop. The dream had stirred the bottom of his deep ocean, bringing the pain to the surface once more. He had buried it, but he had not forgotten where. The wound would never heal. It would forever stay fresh.

“You didn’t want to go to the garden,” he sobbed, wiping his runny nose. “But, I wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

He had wanted to go to the garden only because his father had told him not to. It had been so easy to sneak under poor Snarf’s nose. He now wished the two of them had been caught. There had been little to no damage to the library where Leo had wanted to go. He wished Leo had put his foot down, but the guy could never say no to him, and he had taken full advantage of knowing he had that power over Leo.

“I’m so sorry, Leo,” he whispered, burring his face in his pillow. “I’m...”

A sudden knock came at the door and he quickly fought to calm himself as he wiped his face with his sheet. He had done this a million times. He was the master when it came to composing and schooling his face.

“Come in,” he said, using a very polite, schooled tone.

It was Snarf. “I fixed you some warm milk, Lion-O.” He had a fluffy pink robe on. He looked so funny.

“Warm milk?” He asked, crossing his muscular arms across his broad chest. “I’m not a kitten, Snarf.”

Snarf smiled warmly as he walked up to the bed, holding the cup of warm milk out for him to take. “You’ll always be a kitten to me, Lion-O.”

Lion-O looked down at the fluffy pink house-shoes on his furry feet. His fought to keep his bottom lip from trembling. Those had been the ones Leo had gotten for him. “You’re such a nanny, Snarf,” he said, taking the warm cup from him.

Snarf nodded. “You can bring the cup to the kitchen in the morning,” he said, walking back to the door. “I’ll be fixing your favorite breakfast.”

“Snarf,” he said, stopping him. Snarf turned around and it made him hesitate.

“What is it, Lion-O?” Snarf asked in concern. “Is it too hot? Did you burn yourself?”

Lion-O shook his head. He was truly touched. Snarf always seemed to know when he needed him. “I, uh,” he said, biting his bottom lip this time. “Thank you for the warm milk. I really appreciate it, Snarf.”

That was not what he had wanted to say. He had wanted to ask him if he ever thought about Leo.

“You’re welcome,” Snarf smiled, nodding his head. “Goodnight, Lion-O.”

“Goodnight, Snarf,” he said, watching the door close behind his tail. He slowly downed the warm milk and placed the cup on his stand beside the bed. It had been tasty. Warm milk had been something Leo couldn’t go to sleep without. It was funny to think that Leo had been older than him. He wondered if Snarf had been thinking about Leo as he was making it.

“Oh, you added honey, Snarf,” he could hear Leo laugh. “I love honey!”

He pulled the sheet up over his head, curling back up on his side. “I wish,” he whispered to the fading storm outside his window. “I wish you were right here beside me, Leo. I miss you so much.”

He closed his eyes, praying like he did every night. He always prayed for Leo’s forgiveness. He wished he had a picture of him.

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Crimson red lightning flashed with the violent splendor of radiant ruby as the Black Pyramid shimmered in the eternal darkness. The wind howled like the souls of the tortured damned as the thunder bellowed across the wicked sky.

“Poor little Thundercat,” a cruel and rattling voice chuckled. Twin garnet red eyes glowed in the decayed gloom. “I do so love how your guilt cuts away at your soul like the sand cuts away at tender flesh.”

Molten red eyes gazed down into the bubbling pool and cracked lips smirked with malicious glee. There was so much pain and it was delicious. He did so love when grief and sorrow were on the menu.

“Do you miss your friend, little kitty prince?” The decrepit and powerful mummy asked the image in the bubbling pool. It had the power to show him anything he pleased. “Perhaps I can be of some service to you then.”

He raised his bony arms and his crimson cloak billowed out from him like great wings. A wild wind began to blow all around him.

“Ancient Spirits of Evil,” he cackled as the carved eyes in the black statues glowed with hellish power. He could feel the magic flowing into him, filling him. “Transform this decayed form to Mumm-Ra, the Ever-Living!”

The rotted bandages were swept away and he stood there in all his muscular and powerful glory. His shrill laughter was wild and crazed.

“Ancient Spirits of Evil,” he cried, pointing his long talons at the pool. “Grant me the power to create the image in the little Lord of the Thundercats mind!”

Bright crimson lightning struck the bubbling pool, and mist danced all around the laughing mummy. The image was in his mind.

“Flesh and bone!” He laughed as the power flowed from him. “Blood and Spirit!” He held his clawed hands up high, brought them down with powerful force, striking the pool with a blast of brilliant power. “Give life to my evil golem!”

A body rose up out of the misty pool with a violent splash. The wave exploded just inches from Mumm-Ra’s face, filling the air with a shower of violet rain.

There he stood. The young Thundercat from Lion-O’s disturbed mind.

“Ah,” Mumm-Ra smiled with razor sharp fangs. “Well, aren’t you just the spitting image of beautiful youth?”

Molten topaz-blue eyes snapped open and the golem drew its first breath. It stood there before him, blinking, and testing out its youthful supple limbs.

Mumm-Ra cackled. He wouldn’t wait to see the look on Lion-O’s face as he used this handsome little doll to toy with his mind. He was going to play with his mind and drive him insane.

“Oh!” He laughed, clapping his talons. He wished he had a skull on stick to wave around in victory. “This is going to be so much fun.”

The golem cocked its head to the side. Mumm-Ra thought it to be an attractive creation. He did such good work.

“Come to me,” he said, pointing to the spot beside him. “You have lots to learn, and entertainment to give me.”

The golem did as its creator instructed. It walked with a swift and feline grace. Mumm-Ra highly approved. His creation was becoming even more real as the minutes ticked away.

“Observe,” the Evil One commanded, pointing into the steamy pool. “And learn from his dreams about your past.”

He left the golem standing there like a stoic statue. It didn’t even blink as it watched the images in the pool. This truly was one of his more genius ideas. If he couldn’t kill that damn Thundercat, he would simply drive him mad.

“Fun, fun, fun,” he chanted, powering down. The bandages wrapped around his decrepit limbs as he floated backwards into his sarcophagus. “Sleep, sleep, sleep.” His laughter echoed as the great stone lid slid shut.

TBC…

Well, that’s it for this week. This is my first Thundercats fiction. I hope you will all enjoy and review it.

Flora.
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