Title: BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL
Warnings: Language, eventual implied sex.
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The SWAT Kats stared at Feral in shocked awe. The Chief Enforcer of Megakat City wasn’t a kat. The creature of heaven and hell shivered and rolled to his feet. He stood before them in all his nude glory, but his face reflected his anger and pain. They didn’t know what to say to him.
Feral flicked his fingers and, instantly, he was dressed in his uniform once more. They gasped, capturing his attention.
“You cannot tell anyone what I am!” Feral said bluntly.
“Geez, Feral, who’d believe us?” T-Bone said, shaking his head.
“Yeah, Commander, even we are having some trouble believing what we witnessed, and we saw it first hand,” Razor agreed then asked cautiously, “Umm, pretty interesting abilities you have, Feral. Is there anything else you can do? I mean other than the obvious hellkat ones we saw?”
Sighing, Feral gestured to Razor. “Let me see your wrists. I know they were injured hanging in the air like that.”
Razor hesitantly moved closer and held his wrist out to Feral.
“This won’t hurt, I promise,” Feral said softly as he gently grasped Razor’s wrist with his paw. T-Bone moved closer to watch. A soft glow emanated from Feral’s paw, enveloping the smaller kat’s wrist for several moments, then the glow vanished and Feral released Razor.
Razor moved his wrist carefully. “Wow! It’s healed! There’s no pain or stiffness to it at all,” he said in amazement.
“Now I’ll do the other one then T-Bone’s,” Feral said and reached for Razor’s other wrist. The cinnamon kat quickly complied and held his arm out. Moments later, Feral had repeated his healing on the other wrist.
He turned to T-Bone. Reluctantly, still a little leery of Feral, he raised both of his arms toward the Commander. Looking T-Bone in the face, he placed both of his paws on the tense tom kat’s wrists. T-Bone felt a warm sensation pour into his arms and, when it stopped, his wrists were no longer sore. He lowered his arms and stared at Feral in stunned surprise.
“Wow! That’s some trick, Commander,” he said in admiration.
Feral just shrugged his shoulders. “It’s just one of my angelic abilities, albeit the most important one.”
“So, you have other abilities then?” T-Bone asked, repeating Razor’s earlier question.
“Yes, but I’d rather not say what they are.” He looked around then stared at the lifeless body of Dark Kat. “Now, that is going to be a problem explaining.” He sighed.
“Hmm, I know it bites your ass, but I think you’d better be vague about exactly how he died and just say he was killed during the battle since you don’t want the truth known. I, for one, am glad the creep is finally gone. He was the worst of the omegas and won’t be missed,” T-Bone suggested grimly.
Feral looked at him then back at the body. “I hate to say it, but you’re right and I don’t like having to trust you to keep your yaps shut. Unfortunately, you are honorable and good, so I can’t use my powers to erase your memories of this,” he said unhappily.
“Erase our memories????” Razor blurted in shock.
T-Bone echoed him.
“You can do that???” T-Bone said angrily.
“I just said I couldn’t because you are good. If you had any deceit in you, yes, I could!” Feral said blandly.
Both SWAT Kats just stared at him, upset and a little afraid of this strange kat that they were beginning to realize they didn’t know at all.
“You’d better leave before my enforcers get here,” he ordered, and, not giving them another chance to say anything more, Feral flicked his fingers and the SWAT Kats disappeared and found themselves in their jet.
“Crud!” T-Bone gulped in shocked surprise.
“You can say that again!” Razor said, equally stunned. “He’s been hiding what he is very well, and I’m scared to find out just what else he can do. Let’s get out of here, T-Bone,” he urged his partner.
“Yeah! You’re right!” T-Bone said fervently and took the Turbokat into the sky, heading it for home.
In the cavern, alone once more, Feral rubbed his face and realized just how much his life had changed over the last hour. ‘Crud! My life has just gotten more complicated if that is even possible,’ he muttered to himself as he reached for his radio to call his enforcers to clean up the scene.
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