Title: BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL
Warnings: Language, eventual implied sex.
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Dark Kat’s remains were in the morgue, and he was at his desk trying to write a statement that would make sense but didn’t explain the exact particulars of how the omega had died. Sighing, he turned away from his computer screen and stared out the window.
‘What am I going to do now,’ Feral moaned to himself. ‘I’ve actually killed someone with my alter ego.’ He scowled at his reflected image. ‘I do not want my mother’s interference.’ Then, sighed and rubbed his face, remembering her parting burst of warm energy that had felt far too good. ‘She just doesn’t understand that in this job I must appear tough and firm so that my troops will obey without question. It’s for their safety and the welfare of the city. Showing a soft side could be interpreted as weak by them and our enemies,’ he argued with himself fiercely.
He shoved the unwanted thoughts back into the recesses of his mind once more. He had too much work to deal with it now. Turning back to his waiting computer, he continued to fill out a rather sketchy report.
Elsewhere in the city, a major fire broke out in the warehouse district…
“How did it start?” Feral bellowed to the Fire Chief while staring up at the fully engulfed building.
“We don’t know!” the Fire Chief shouted back. “We have to contain the fire before it spreads to the other buildings.” He stalked away from Feral and bellowed at his firekats, directing them to another area that was flaring anew with flames and dangerously close to the next building.
At that moment, a roar filled the air; the SWAT Kats jet appeared high over the burning building. Seconds later, a strange bomb deployed from the jet, dropping down and halting just over the site and immediately spraying a copious amount of foam all over. Minutes later, most of the fire was out. What was left, the firekats were able to begin putting out. The Turbokat waggled its wings then took off.
“Well, that was a big help. Wish we had that type of equipment. Maybe next time you see them, Commander, you could ask them if they would be willing to give us the designs for it,” the Fire Chief said seriously then went back to monitoring the clean up, not waiting for Feral’s response.
Feral scowled. ‘Damn those two hotshots. They’re special ‘toys’ are better than anything we can come up with and makes the rest of us look bad,’ he grumbled to himself and stalked back to his cruiser. Before he reached his vehicle, a cry of anguish went up.
He stopped and looked back toward the burned warehouse. A group of firekats came rushing out from between the buildings. They were carrying a fellow firekat. Feral hurried over as a medical team converged on the group. The injured kat was placed on a gurney. He was badly burned, and they were frantically stripping his ruined firesuit off him.
A wave of sorrow for the injured kat poured over Feral and before he could stop himself he reached a paw into the group of kats surrounding the gurney. He touched the badly burned shoulder and poured healing energy into the body. Everyone was so preoccupied with doing things to the poor tom that no one noticed the glowing energy.
After several minutes, Feral removed his paw. There were sudden exclamations of surprise when the kat under their paws began to move and push everyone off him. He was almost completely healed and was only coughing a little to clear his lungs of smoke.
Feral slipped away while everyone else continued to comment on how lucky the firekat had been not to sustain any serious injuries. Feral knew otherwise. The injured tom has been dying when he had touched him. It made him feel wonderful to have been able to save the firekat. With a buoyant lift to his step, he walked back to his vehicle and carefully made his way out of the area for Headquarters.
As the week wore on, more disasters began cropping up all over the city. The nuclear reactor had the power shut down for several frightening minutes before it inexplicably came back on. An oil tanker burst into flames in the harbor for no apparent reason. The SWAT Kats quickly stopped that one and prevented any more oil from pouring out to pollute the bay.
By Friday, there had been over fifteen near disasters and no one could determine why they were occurring.
Megakat Salvage Yard… late afternoon…
“What the heck is going on?” T-Bone growled as he tore off his mask and tossed it violently into his locker.
“You got me, buddy. It doesn’t seem to be the work of the omegas!” Razor said, equally upset.
“None of the disasters have taken any lives, but there have been a lot of injuries,” Jake continued, fuming angrily as he headed for the ladder leading upstairs.
“Yeah, I know. We’ve been lucky so far because we get on the scene quickly or Feral, surprisingly, is there as fast as possible. I shudder to think just how bad it could really get if any of us failed to get on scene on time,” Chance agreed, following his buddy up.
“It’s only because of Feral’s healing abilities that there haven’t been any fatalities, Chance,” Jake said seriously as he reached into the fridge for some milk.
Chance stopped and stared at his partner in surprise. “How do you know that?”
“I saw him heal on two different occasions. No one else saw him. He would slip a paw onto the victim while the medics were working on them, do his thing, then slip away before any one was aware he was there, but I saw him,” Jake said, handing his partner a milk.
“Wow! That is one handy ability of his. But, why is he using it now? He apparently never has before… at least I don’t think he has…?” Chance said, puzzled, as he moved into the living room and flopped down onto the couch.
Jake shrugged his shoulders as he dropped into the old stuffed chair. “Probably because his mother warned him to start using his angelic powers and… I don’t know… maybe he feels compelled to.”
Shaking his head in amazement, Chance picked up the controller and turned on the TV. “Well, I guess we can be grateful he is doing it. I don’t want to think how many would have died by now, and I definitely don’t want to think about what Feral really is!” He shuddered, remembering Feral’s secret.
“Yeah! You’re right there.” Jake sighed and shivered too then settled down to watch some mindless TV and relax before the next emergency.
Staring out over the city from his apartment balcony, Commander Feral watched dusk fall. ‘What the heck is going on? Every investigation into each incident has yielded nothing but more questions. It’s not omegas… at least none that could be tied to them… so what…?’ He snarled in frustration to himself.
As he stood there, arms crossed over his chest, he suddenly felt a chill run up his spine. Before him in the fading light were a pair of red, glowing eyes. He startled and stepped back. A mouth appeared next, grinning at him. It chuckled evilly.
“Greetings! Half Breed!” it hissed.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Feral snapped, trying hide the rush of fear.
It only snickered. “Wouldn’t you like to know! We will be meeting soon!”…Then, it simply disappeared, leaving a grim and shaken Commander.
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