Author’s Note: Hey Everybody! Here’s chapter 4. Thank you for the reviews so far:D
I’m sorry that this chapter is a little bit on the short side, but I promise I’ll make it up to you by making chapter 5 longer. I hope I have Dark Callie, Dark Chance, and Dark Jake in character. This is my first time portraying them. I’m sorry if you come across any confusion regarding the different dimensions. Feel free to mail me about anything and if you have any suggestions about how I can make anything clearer. I’d appreciate hearing from you. The last thing I want is confusion. ? Until chapter 5! Happy Reading!
Later that evening…
“Chance Furlong! You’d better turn off that TV RIGHT NOW!” Felina growled after she saw that Chance was watching the evening news.
Chance smiled mischievously as he settled even further into the couch and clutched the remote even tighter in his paw. “Why should I? It’s my TV anyway,” he returned challengingly.
Felina slammed the popcorn bowl roughly on the table and stomped over to the side of the couch with a daring, impatient expression. She pursed her lips together and slowly put her paws on her hips and shifted all of her weight on her right leg. “You’re going to turn off that TV because you value your life. Besides, it’s Jake’s TV too, and I’ll guarantee that he’ll side with me.”
“Oh really?” Chance grinned as he slowly got up to his feet and folded his arms across his chest. “Hey Jake! Guess what’s on the news RRRIIIGGGHHTT NOOOOW.”
“Is it from earlier today?” Jake asked in an excited tone as he emerged from the kitchen with a package of game cards in his paw.
“Yes,” Felina growled. “That is why I want the TV turned off now.”
“I agree with Felina on this,” a voice cried out from within the kitchen, and, seconds later, Callie walked out of the kitchen with a glass of cold milk in her paw. “I don’t want to watch the most humiliating moment in my life being aired on TV.”
“Awww come on, Cal.” Jake smiled. “It wasn’t that bad.”
Both Callie and Felina gave him an incredulous look. “Not that bad? Do you know many showers I took just to get that goo off of me? I had to use a whole bag of lemons just to smell better! That’s how bad it was,” Callie reminded them both as Felina nodded in agreement.
“So? I used a whole bottle of body wash. Big deal; Chance and I watch ourselves on TV all the time and we get a kick out of it. You gotta learn to laugh at yourself,” Jake returned teasingly.
“What if we don’t want to laugh at ourselves?” Felina asked.
Chance grinned. “Too bad, you’re gonna watch it anyway cuz there is no way you’re getting the remote from me.”
Felina and Callie look at each other with devious smirks on their faces. “Okay, if that’s how you’re going to make it…,” Felina purred as she took a step towards Chance.
“You want this?” Chance teased as he waved the remote tauntingly.
Felina launched herself at him, but Chance held the remote high over his head.
“Oh, you can’t reach it.” He laughed as Felina tried to grasp it as she jumped up and down.
Callie leaped over the back of the couch and jumped on Chance’s back, making him stumble backwards at the unexpected blow. She wrapped one arm around his neck and tried reaching the remote with her free paw.
“Jake, a little help here!” Chance laughed.
“Throw it to me!” Jake instructed as he stood at the other end of the couch with his paw outstretched.
“Oh no you don’t!” Felina growled playfully as she ran after Jake, who had caught the remote easily.
Jake jumped over the table and landed on the other side without disturbing the popcorn and drinks, making the table separate him from Felina.
“Lookie what I got,” he teased as he and Felina swayed back and forth, trying to guess what direction each one was going to take. Jake made a quick dash for the left and was barely missed by Felina’s outstretched fingertips; however, he didn’t see Callie come flying through the air on his side. Callie tackled him to the ground, yet Jake managed to toss the remote to Chance. who was standing open by the front of the couch. Chance immediately turned towards the TV and quickly turned up the volume. “Ah, here’s the debut of Miss Gucci Shoes, Miss Congeniality and Mr. Personality themselves!”
“Chance!” Felina screeched as she threw herself at the tiger striped tom, who only laughed at her attempt to knock him over.
“Jake, you brat!” Callie tried, scolding Jake as she gave him a playful shove that made him tip over the back of the couch and fall onto the floor.
Chance, not knowing that Jake was there, tripped on Jake and fell back with Felina still clinging onto his back.
They all burst out laughing as Callie ran around and snatched the remote from Chance’s paw.
“Callie, give it up!” Jake laughed as he pulled himself up from the floor and leaned his back against the foot of the couch next to Chance and Felina.
Callie sighed as she tossed the remote on the coffee table and slid down to the floor next to Jake.
The four of them started to laugh anew as they started to comment on each other’s disheveled appearance.
“Oh my god, I looked like I just had a psychological breakdown,” Callie moaned between spurts of laughter.
“Well, I think we’d all look like that after loosing a J. Crew dress suit and a pair of Gucci shoes,” Chance teased.
“Well, at least it doesn’t look like I had shrunk a couple of sizes,” Callie shot back, challenging.
“Oooooooooooohhhhhh nice.” Felina giggled as she gave Callie a high-five over Jake’s head, who was laughing so hard that his eyes were tearing.
“Teeehhheeeehheeee!” Chance mocked in a high pitched giggle.
“Guys, no matter how we look at it, we all look really pathetic,” Jake gasped.
“Yeah, we three look pathetic. However, you Jake, look like a drowned sewer rat that just crawled out of the sewer.” Chance grinned.
This made everyone laugh even harder.
“Yeah, Chance, I for one know that you’ve always been jealous of my good looks,” Jake stated in a matter-of-fact tone once he was able to gain his breath.
“Hhhhmmpph. You wish.”
The TV screen switched its attention to the perky face of Ann Gora and to the smug, bored face of Mayor Manx who was now being questioned about what was to be done with the MegaKat Tower.
“Okay, this is boring. Let’s go play cards now.” Felina sighed as she stood up.
“I second that motion,” Callie stated as she jumped up and held out her paw for Jake take hold of.
Chance then found himself sitting on the floor by himself. “Gee, I feel special,” he mumbled as he stretched his paw towards the TV and pressed the ‘OFF’ button.
Meanwhile…. In a similar dimension…
At MegaKat City Penitentiary… Maximum Security Wing
The hall was bathed in pale strips of moonlight that had managed to seep through the gaps between the steel bars lining the small windows. At the very end of the dark hallway was a solitary cell that held the most treacherous she kat to ever hold a high political position in the government.
Its occupant’s bright, emerald green eyes glowed fiercely in the darkness as she sat with her back against the cold stone wall. She was watching, with keen yet suspicious interest, a small figure walk noiselessly down the hall towards her. The figure’s cloak billowed and flowed behind him, gliding through the air with a silent grace, and as he made his way past the cells, not once did he betray his unnoticed presence. Only the occasional snore of some sleeping prisoner broke the heavy silence.
The owner of the watchful eyes didn’t stir as she watched the small figure’s bony, rust colored paw silently open the barred door of her cell. He stepped in with an authoritative flourish of his royal purple cloak and stood before her with his one good golden eye glistening in her direction.
A small, almost inconspicuous smile crept across the female prisoner’s rosy lips which immediately lit up her beautiful features.
“Something tells me you’re not here to ask me on a date,” she purred quietly as she stretched out her legs and stood up from her cot.
“I assure you, my dear, what I have in mind is far more tempting an offer than that.” The small figure grinned while holding out his skeletal paw for her to take.
1 Hour Later – Megakat Salvage Yard…
An old, weatherworn ‘Keep Out’ sign groaned as the cold night breeze swung its bent body to and fro against the barbed wire fence. The yard was poorly lit by nearly burnt out and flickering lamp posts placed throughout the grounds. The rich marigold light from the lamps lit up the massive mountains of jagged, rusted steel slabs, casting eerie shadows upon the grounds of the City’s salvage dump, making the area all the more cold and unwelcoming.
The garage and apartment in the middle of the yard was extremely run down and at first glance appeared to be vacant, however, the faint glow of a television was reflecting flashes of light against the dirty surface of the living room window.
Inside, the condition of the living quarters was even worse than the outside. The carpet was proof that the inhabitants possessed no vacuum or broom, and the walls were stained with all kinds of hardened liquid matter. The couch matched the overall filth of the house and sat sagging and broken in the middle of the garbage littered living room. As the old television displayed some old rerun of some cartoon, the faint sound of a screaming kat coming from the blown speakers of the TV were momentarily drowned out by a harsh snore that came from the sleeping tom of considerable size lying on the couch.
A sharp, persistent knock rattled the front door of the apartment area, making the snoring tom twitch fitfully, yet it wasn’t enough to wake him up. The knocks then turned into a loud pounding that made the door screech in protest against its worn, rust eaten hinges.
The tom’s bloodshot eyes, which at one time used to be a brilliant shade of deep emerald, slowly opened and darkened in irritation. The tom scowled as he sat up and slowly got to his unsteady feet and started to stumble towards the door while kicking aside empty beer and milk cans. The door was still being pounded on as he grabbed the door handle and viciously pulled it open. The angered expression on the tom’s face was harsh enough to make any other kat quake in fear, but it had the complete opposite to the late night visitor. The hung over tom found himself glaring into the equally fearsome face of Calico Briggs.
“Took you long enough to answer the door,” she hissed irritably.
“What are yew doin’ ‘ere? Aren’t yew supposed to be in prison?” the tom slurred as he leaned against the door frame.
“Wow, we have a bright one here,” Callie snarled as she put her paw on his face and pushed him out of the way.
“So, are you going to come in or not?” she shot back to the Pastmaster, who had been standing behind her.
The Pastmaster scowled to himself as he walked in after her and past the tom who was still trying to get up off of his tail.
“Ugh, what a pigsty,” Callie growled in disgust as she snapped on the living room light and looked around the sad excuse of a house.
“Turn that off!” the tiger striped tom hissed as he shielded his sensitive eyes from the harsh light.
“Deal with it, Furlong,” Callie hissed, her green eyes fiercely ablaze.
Chance Furlong stood up to his full height and pulled his muscular shoulders back, his mouth curled in a vicious sneer. “What are you doin’ ‘ere?” he repeated demandingly.
Callie returned his challenging stare. “I, along with the Pastmaster, have come to make a deal with you.”
Chance’s eyes darted from the Pastmaster back to Callie, and a sarcastic leer appeared on his face. “Pastmaster, huh?” he snorted. “What makes you think I’m interested in any of you and the pigmy’s schemes?”
Callie smiled deviously as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Remember your two buddies that blew up your beloved jet?”
In just a matter of a few seconds, Jake was rudely awakened from his sleep to find himself flying through the air and becoming newly acquainted with his bedroom floor along with his mattress being slammed into the back of him, pinning him to the floor.
Chance stood there with a malicious grin on his face as he watched Jake kick the mattress and jump to his feet defensively.
“What the hell!” the brown kat spat furiously with his paws balled into fist.
“Don’t get your tail in a knot, Scuzzball. If I have to be up, then you have to be up,” Chance sneered.
Jake’s tail lashed from side to side as he bent his knees slightly, preparing to launch himself at the huge tom. “You’re going to pay for that, you great lummox.”
“Not tonight he isn’t!” they both heard a voice snap impatiently by the door.
Jake, taken by surprise, watched as Callie walked into the room with the Pastmaster. “As of here and now, I need both of you to give me your undivided attention if we want everything to go according to plan.”
Regarding the Pastmaster… In my mind’s eye and from what I’ve seen in ‘The Dark Side Of The Swat Kats’, I don’t think the Dark Swat Kats have come into contact with the Pastmaster… or Megakat City in the the ‘Dark’ dimension would be taken over by the reoccured Dark Ages since the Dark Sk’s don’t fight for the good of others nor can they seem to agree, nevertheless, get along for any period of time. Thus, explaining why the Dark, hung over Chance wasn’t at all familiar with the Pastmaster. ?
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