A/N; I do not own Cats or the Song 'Hero' By Chad Kroeger and Josey Scott

Plato and Admetus stood side by side in the ruins of the Jellicle Junkyard. The two brothers were mourning in the blood sunset, reminiscing the loved ones that they had lost. The two were sons of Macavity, and their father had finally lost his patience, maiming and murdering Old Deuteronomy, Munkustrap and Alonzo. Jennyanydots and Jellylorum had held out a while, but had eventually been taken down by the Napoleon of Crime and faced the same grisly end as their three top hierarchy leaders. Plato knelt down to his dying mate Victoria, and Admetus spared a few last moments with his deceased mate Electra. He thought bitter thoughts to the Everlasting Cat, to the Heaviside layer, and held a stale outlook to life.

I'm so high, I can hear heaven

Plato cast his eyes from his literally just-dead mate Victoria to his seething brother Admetus, his tearful brown eyes swimming with confusion.

I'm so high, I can hear heaven

Admetus now turned to face Plato, his hazel eyes alight with hate.

Oh but heaven, no heaven don't hear me

Hate, a dangerous emotion to meddle with, infected Plato like the Black Death, and joined in his sibling's singing.

And they say that a hero can save us

I'm not gonna stand here and wait

Fury bubbled inside of the brothers like boiling water, giving them inspiration for the next few lines.

I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles

Watch as we all fly away

Admetus was then transported back to his kittenhood in a flashback, memories long since forgotten revisiting his recollections…

Etcetera and Jemima were giggling away with each other, as they normally did. Plato and Victoria were out on another date in the nearby woodlands. Tumblebrutus was being strangled – no, petted by his owners; a single mum and her 6 year old hyperactive daughter. Pouncival was out with Mistoffelees, helping him with a magic show of some description, leaving him with Electra, and they were due to have a nice, peaceful afternoon together. The two were lain out on the sunny grass of one of the nearby hills, Electra's head resting on his shoulder, the two of them soaking up the warm rays of the sun.

Admetus shook the memory from his mind, remorse ensuing. Love never got you anywhere. It only made the ones you loved prone to danger. He continued spitefully, angry at his loss.

Someone told me love would all save us

But how can that be?

Look what love gave us

He glared around at the ruins of the junkyard, at the corpses of their friends and lovers from the massacre his father had given. He nodded to Plato, an angry fire in his eyes, and the two of them began in a furious sprint through and out of the junkyard, and up to the edge of the nearby cliff looking out over the calm sea in hate, a raging spirit controlling his every move.

A world full of killing, and blood-spilling

That world never came

He and Plato both let out a bird cry and soon two white gulls flew beneath and after a count of three they jumped, both landing on a gull each below.

And they say that a hero can save us

I'm not gonna stand here and wait

I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles

Watch as we all fly away

Then they were both struck by a quiet moment, and even a tear entering Admetus's eye. What were they doing? Would their late tribe approve of their actions? Both of them sang in harmony for a few moments, their true pain unveiled.

Now that the world isn't ending

It's love that I'm sending to you

Isn't the love of a hero

And that's why I fear it won't do

The two then suddenly regained their fury. No hero had saved them, or the tribe that they had come from. Why respect the heroes when they did nothing?

And they say that a hero can save us

I'm not gonna stand here and wait

I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles

Watch as we all fly away

The two then fell into a repetitive rhythm, Admetus singing first, then Plato, then the two of them together. The two gulls flew side by side in the blood red sunset, Admetus's slightly above Plato's, and they continued for a few verses, the brothers thinking back over their escape.

And they're watching us

Watching us

And they're watching us

Watching us

As we all fly away

And they're watching us

Watching us

And they're watching us

Watching us

As we all fly away

And they're watching us

Watching us

And they're watching us

Watching us

As we all fly away

Then the two sang together one last time, the two gulls rising up into the clouds and out of view.

Woah… oh…

THE END