Original SWAT Kats Story

Chance’s Second Chance

By Flamable

  • 13 Chapters
  • 35,186 Words

(Unfinished) After the horrifying death of his mother, Chance is left with no choice but to take care of his 12 year-old sister, whom he has disliked ever since. But, no matter how he treats her, Kit is always loyal to her brother. Will Chance ever be a true big brother?

Read This Story

Chapter 5

The Fall and Catch

Saturday 10:00am…

Kit had a hard time sleeping last night. All she could ever think of was the Swat Kats. What should she do? Of course she would have to keep it to herself and not tell anyone about it or to them either cause she was guessing they wouldn’t trust her at all, especially someone like Chance and, besides, they’re Mega Kat City’s well known heroes… or only heroes. The restless kitten had only slept for a few hours and was already sweating because of the hot climate.

She frowned when she saw that the glovatrix was still stuck on her left hand all night. “Must have been the sweat that kept it there.” She yawned and tried to pull it, and, this time, it came off. “I am never ever gonna use that piece of junk again…. or maybe if I just had worn gloves instead.” She threw it under the bed where the mask was also hidden. Right now, her left arm was aching with pain and felt kinda numb, but she knew it would be back to normal in a few minutes.

She did her morning stretches and was pretty flexible since she was a gymnast and was gifted with it so she played many sports and was on varsity teams but her all time favorite was skate boarding whether snow, shine or sea. She could surf with killer waves and ski and snow board smoothly through the slopes of white snow, ice skate on the frozen water and was an expert at skate boarding and roller-blading, but she was fit more for the board.

The restless kitten made her bed then unpacked her clothes and placed them in the closet. She then realized she had slept with her day clothes the whole night, but it wasn’t the first time. No wonder she was sweating so much. She looked through her wardrobe and chose her skater outfit and changed into it. She wore a black long sleeved shirt with a hot pink tank on top with the design of stitches and the words Sk8er Kat. Below were khaki cargos with lots of pockets in the sides, striped socks and black high-cut sneakers. She tied her hair into pigtails and was ready for the long day but wasn’t even sure if she was even going to skate.

In the kitchen…

Kit saw no one and took a seat anyway. Again, she didn’t like what was being served. Bacon, ham and eggs. Her eyes turned to the daily newspaper that was also set on the table. She quickly picked it up and read the headlines. “Swat Kats Investigate Break In”. They were mostly interviews that they had accused Dark Kat for he sent his creeplings to Headquarters, who dealt with the New Fighter Jet that Ms. Furlong was going to be piloting tonight. There was also a complaint from Commander Feral that the duo had caused havoc around the place in order to catch the creeplings.

“Dude, why don’t you just leave them alone, you jerk?” Kit gritted her teeth cause she also hated him and couldn’t stand him in the way of her favorite heroes. Below was a pic of T-bone and Razor having an interview with Ann Gora. After she read everything, her ears sensed someone was coming, and she dropped the paper back where it came from.

Chance came in with a cranky look on his face. “Eh… good… good morning,” Kit greeted then realized it was a bad move.

Her brother didn’t answer her but was fixed on the newspaper he saw on the table. “Gimme that!” he growled.

The frightened kitten did as she was told and handed it to her moody brother. He grabbed it and read the whole thing with his paws, looking like he was ready to rip it to pieces.

“Damn Feral!” He slammed the paper on the table.

Kit just froze and kept quiet, waiting for something else to happen. Chance took a seat on the opposite side of her and placed the meat on his plate and started eating. After a while, he calmed down and was back to normal, and that made Kit ask him.

“Do you guys have cereal?” she asked in a small voice.

Chance pointed to the cupboard without facing her. Kit got up and opened it. To her luck they had “Sugar Spree”, her favorite cereal in the world. She opened the box and poured some in her bowl, then opened the fridge and found no more box of milk but a few cans. She was afraid to ask Chance this time if she was allowed to get a can, so she quickly took one and opened the lid and poured the whole thing into her Sugar Spree cereal. She was dying to eat.

Kit was about to take a spoonful but was badly interrupted.

“Who said you can get one?” a voice asked.

Kit gulped down the whole thing and nearly choked. “Well…” she explained. “There wasn’t any more box of milk so… I thought you wouldn’t mind if…”

Why didn’t you ask, squirt? You know how rude that is,” he said in a cold tone.

The little sibling was already shaking with fear and couldn’t think what to say next. “I’m… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean too,” she said with tears forming in her bright red eyes.

Chance knew he made a bad move, and he didn’t want her to cry at all because it could make the situation worse. “It’s ok… but next time you ask before you do something, ok squirt? This is not your house, remember.” He threw a piece of tissue in front of her.

Kit accepted it and wiped her tears. She stared at her brother, who was eating his breakfast, then ate hers very quietly.

“Uh… Chance?”


“Where’s Rake?”


“Uh… I mean Jake.” She took the word “Razor” off her mind.

“He went out,” he answered, flipping through the pages of the newspaper.

“Oh ok.” After her last spoonful she brought the bowl and utensils to the sink and opened the faucet to rinse and then was stopped by her brother.

“What do you think you’re doing, squirt?” He saw what she was about to do.

“I…I’m washing the…,” she stammered.

“Did mom teach you?” he asked, looking at the floor.

“Yeah… she did.” She quickly answered and turned the faucet off.

“Uh… you don’t really have to do it you know… just leave them near the sink,” he told her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just go already. I’ll do them later,” he mumbled and went back to reading the comics in the newspaper.

Kit did as she was told and walked out the kitchen and then straight to her room and slammed the door shut. She panted and pulled the pigtails off and threw them on the floor. She would have insisted in washing the dishes… if only Chance were… Jake, but he wasn’t here. Oh, how she wished he was here so she could talk to him about skateboarding and other stuff like the Swat Kats. Wait, what was she thinking? He is one of them and would make stuff up or something like that. But, wherever he is, he better come back soon cause she had no idea how she was going to survive with the other Swat Kat or her older brother who couldn’t seem to take her anymore. Just a few more days and she’d be out of the horrible city living with her mom in the countryside, living a simple life and skateboarding as long as she could.

With the thought of that she walked to the window and pushed the slides open and brought the cool air inside the small, warm room. The small breeze blew her bloody red hair to the side of her face. It was a perfect day to go skateboarding on a hot summer weekend. The view she had was horrible: buildings and skyscrapers could be seen from afar, and scrap and junk were left in huge tall piles covered in mold and rust. It was hopeless to skate in this junky salvage dump. Just before her hopes were gone the bright red eyes spotted a wooden half tube perfect for skating.

“Puurfect!” she purred and grabbed her bag of skate and gear and dumped everything out. There were two skateboards, one with the shape of a shark and the other slightly bigger with fiery flaming designs, which was the one she used the most since there were a lot of scratches but it was still in good condition, two pairs of knee pads, elbow pads, and a fiery helmet that matched with her favorite board. She also had black roller skates with pink clips as the locks. She took a pair of elbow and knee pads and strapped them to her body and buckled the helmet on her head. It was good timing since she was wearing her skater outfit.

Lastly, she grabbed her flaming board and rushed out of her room that led her downstairs near the living room and found no one. She guessed Chance was still in the kitchen and was able to sneak past him and then carefully turned the door knob of the front door and finally made it without making noise. She ran to the half tube and examined the whole thing that was built of old wood, and she knew it wasn’t safe, but the dare devil kitten just couldn’t seem to get herself out of dangerous situations.

Kit hesitated and stood on the middle and did a few stomps. Nothing happened. This time she stomped and jumped at the same time, waiting for a cracking sound to make the thing collapse. Still nothing. That meant it was okay to skate on it even though she knew it still was not safe. First, she did a few stretching routines and then rested her left foot on the board and then lifted the other on it and started rolling to her left and rolling back to the right slowly until she found the right speed and thought of doing some tricks like balancing on one foot or twisting the board and jumping off then landing back on her two feet. Yeah, she had mastered that correctly a few months back last year. Even though the wind was cooling her down as she got faster, she was already covered in sweat, but it never stopped her.

She was having one of the funnest (yeah, I know the word don’t exist) times of her life until she saw a shadow behind that made her lose her concentration and from the air she lost her balance off the board and fell ten feet below head first but quickly brought her right arm in front of her face and heard the loud thud that hit the ground. She lifted her head up, hair covering her face then she found that the shadow belonged to a muscular kat who picked her up with his strong arms. He had an angry and worried look on his face. Kit bit her lip and closed her eyes shut since her vision had got a bit blurry after the fall.

She opened them again and found herself lying on a couch in the living room. Her vision was no longer blurry anymore, and she found herself face to face in front of her angry brother who had his arms folded. She knew this could be one of the worst moments of her life.

“What the hell were you thinking!” he growled.

“I…I could explain.” She tried thinking of an excuse.

“Were you trying to get yourself killed!” He looked at her straight in the eye.

Kit knew he was right. She could’ve ended up in the hospital again with a fracture but, luckily, used her painless arm and was wearing her gear, or if her mother found out about this she’d be grounded for a month or, even worse, she was just about to see her brother throw a fit!

“Dude, I wasn’t trying to…”

“You’re lucky to be alive…or else…” He paused.

“Or else what?”

“Or else… or else…” Right now, he was so speechless and couldn’t stop staring into her teary red eyes that brought him into something deeper.

Kit couldn’t also think of anything to say because she was already scared half to death and couldn’t keep the direction of Chance’s pitiful green eyes. After a few seconds that took forever Chance broke the silence.

“You stay here, squirt. I’ll go get an ice pack ok.”

Kit nodded and then he left to the kitchen. Never, never in her whole life had she seen brother, her older brother who she hadn’t seen for five straight years, act like that. She knew she didn’t need any aid for it was her arm that saved her life.

After a few seconds, he came back with a blue jelly pack that had been in the freezer for a long time. Before he handed it to her, he asked. “Where does it hurt?”

“Uh…Uh…” Kit couldn’t think of any body part that would need some ice for healing.

“How about your arm?” he pointed to the right one. “I saw it hit the ground real hard.”

“Yeah, it hurts…a lot,” she said, rubbing it.

It sounded as if she was faking it, but, after he saw how she fell, he gave her the pack, and she held it against her upper right arm. Kit didn’t feel anything at all. But, could only feel the presence of it…(something like, someone is sneaking up behind you).

“How bad is it?” he asked.

“It’s just a bruise; don’t worry,” she lied.

“You’re sure?” He sounded serious.

“Yeah… I guess.” She shrugged.

“Roll up your sleeves,” he ordered.

Kit rolled up the right one and, to their surprise, there was a black and blue spot somewhere near her shoulders.

Chance examined it for a while with a weird look. He poked it slightly. “Does this hurt?”


He poked it a harder. “How bout this?”


He poked it harder with force.” This has got to hurt.”

“Na uh.”

“Seriously it doesn’t!”

“Iono.” Kit bit her lip from laughing.

He wrapped his whole paw around it and felt for something unusual and gave it a squeeze. The kitten sighed and gave a fake remark. “Ouch!”

It must have been the ice that numbed it down. was Chance’s theory. “It wasn’t as serious as I thought it was.” He rolled down her sleeve. “Don’t you ever do something like that again.” He gave her the look.

“I’m really sorry.” Kit sighed.

“Just be careful and stay out of trouble.” He was back to his own self again.

“Yes sir.” She grinned and forced a smile.

So did Chance, then he went back to watching his favorite cartoon show.


So, what you think? Pretty sweet, ha. Sorry it took me a while to write this chap. School just started again and I tell you, it’s not easy right now especially when you got exams…sigh. Thanks again for reading and don’t forget to review. Please tell me your honest comments, remarks, suggestions, whatever. Next chap will be uploaded soon.

Next Chapter

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Navigate Stories