Original SWAT Kats Story

Between Heaven and Hell

By Ulyferal

  • 16 Chapters
  • 37,786 Words

Feral is kidnapped by Dark Kat, and that is only the beginning of the strangeness the SWAT Kats fall into when they try to rescue the Commander. (16 Chapters – Complete) Rated M for Content.

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Author: ulyferal
Rating: M
Warnings: Language, eventual implied sex.
Disclaimer: “SWAT Kats: The Radical Squadron,” its characters and concepts are copyright to Hanna-Barbera Cartoons, Inc and are used without permission.

Chapter 4

Hell Comes Calling

Feral was still upset when he went to bed that night. He knew someone from Hell was seeking him but not who or why. He wasn’t certain if it was just a sending or a real demon was somehow in the mortal realm. Just the fact that someone was seeking him was enough to keep him from getting any rest that night.

Morning found him bleary-eyed and tired. He hoped a cup of black coffee would help because a long day with no sleep made him less able to handle stress and his hellion side. Taking his coffee to the bathroom, he started a hot shower and got ready for work.

Swinging through the doors of Enforcer Headquarters a little later, he was more awake. The coffee and shower had helped some. He nearly groaned at the pile of reports on his desk from the evening shift.

As he read through the reports and was drinking another cup of coffee, he paused. That same chill he’d felt last night made his fur rise. Several reports were on the same thing. Burglar alarms all around the city had gone off at varying intervals throughout the night.

The night reports covered the usual B&Es, domestic disputes, bar fights, and what nots that were the norm for a city this size. It wasn’t too unusual to get a handful of false alarms as well, but this was way past normal. According to what was in front of him, there had been no less than two hundred alarms set off, and every one of them had been a false one.

He sat back in his chair and rubbed his face. He had a very bad feeling a demon was indeed in this realm, and it was causing disruptions that were guaranteed to catch his attention. What he couldn’t understand was… why? Sighing in frustration, Feral realized there was nothing he could do until the thing showed itself. Growling irritably, he tried to return to work but was stopped by a sudden rise by his hellion side who was excited by the thought of a demon. It wanted to find it and rip it to shreds for daring to invade its territory.

Gripping the arms of his chair hard, Feral fought a silent battle to keep his devilish side confined. Several long minutes passed and sweat ran down his face, but finally he won. He sat panting, exhausted. When he’d stop shaking, he climbed to his feet and went to his bathroom to wash his face.

Returning to his desk, he called his secretary for more coffee. This was showing all the signs of being a really bad day. By later that afternoon, Feral wished he’d kept that thought to himself. There had been reports of small fires set in dozens of places all over the city. None were big enough to cause serious damage but enough to, again, get his attention. It was maddening.

When evening fell, he left work quite late and was headed for home when a call came in of a break in at a large electronics warehouse. He hopped into his hummer, told dispatch he would look into it, and headed off with siren screaming.

“Hey, T-Bone, we’ve got an alarm at Shonron’s Electronics. Feral just came on saying he was heading there. Want to check it out?” Razor asked.

“Sure, might see if he needs any help,” T-Bone said as he turned the Turbokat toward the warehouse district. “But, we won’t jump in if he’s got it covered. I sure don’t want to mix it up with him anymore.”

“Roger that, buddy,” Razor concurred.

Feral arrived at the warehouse in minutes. He had cut his sirens a few blocks before he had reached the building. He drew his weapon and quickly ascertained that someone had broken the lock and was probably inside at this moment. He cautiously entered. All he could see at first was a tidy office and, beyond it, an open door that probably led into the warehouse. Carefully, he approached it. Sure enough, through the door were pallets of boxes reaching the ceiling. They were in long rows. There was only a dim light coming from the ceiling where the illumination had been reduced to conserve energy.

Still going slowly, Feral walked into the large space and tried to decide which way to go. It was silent at first, then suddenly he heard a soft noise to his right. Gun pointing that way, he moved quietly in that direction until he reached the back wall. Here was a sorting area with machines that help box up equipment for shipping. He could see no one until he reached the end of the machines.

A strong smell of sulfur assaulted his nose, his fur rose in fear and he stopped dead in his tracks. Standing arrogantly in front of him was a hellkat. It was large, nearly twice his size, with large glowing red eyes and smiling broadly, revealing sharp white fangs.

“You!” he breathed in shock, realizing who this was.

“Yes! So good to see you again, half breed,” the dark creature purred in a low gravely voice. It began to circle Feral slowly; he could feel his hellion side try to rise up, but his own fear managed to keep it at bay.

Feral kept the creature in view at all times. “Why have you followed me here? What bargain did you make to allow you to be in this world?” he demanded of his old tormentor.

“Wouldn’t you like to know!” It gave an evil chuckle, continuing its circling.

“What do you want with me?” Feral asked tightly, fearing the answer.

“Oh, it is not I that wants you. The Nightstalker has bidden me to take you to Hellsdeep or kill you. Guess which choice I’m hoping for?” It smirked with an eager look that sent shivers down Feral’s spine.

“What does he want with me?” Feral asked, terrified but pleased that he sounded calm.

“It is not my place to ask, only obey,” it said coldly, tightening its circling.

“Are you the one responsible for all the disasters that have been occurring lately around the city?” Feral asked, figuring if he kept it busy answering questions he’d find a way to overcome it.

“Worked like a charm to get your attention didn’t it?” It smirked, pleased with itself.

“You’ve hurt lots of kats not to mention the serious property damage!” Feral blustered.

“Ahh, what a shame; my heart bleeds for the poor defenseless kats,” it said sarcastically while posing obscenely with its claws over its heart. It was now very close to the Commander.

Before Feral could say anything more, the SWAT Kats burst in, firing their glovetrixes and cementing the demon against the far wall. Feral knew this would not hold it, but it gave him the opportunity he’d been waiting for.

Spreading his feet slightly apart and taking a stance, he held his arms out and pointed his paws at the demon and barked an incantation in a different language. His body began glowing with a white light. It coalesced into his paws so that he could fire it at the creature. The spelled energy hit the thing square in the chest. It screamed in fury and pain, and, seconds later, disappeared.

The glow left Feral’s body, and he dropped in exhaustion to his knees. There was shocked silence for several minutes.

“Crud, Feral, what was that thing and what did you do to it?” T-Bone finally asked, breaking the silence and staring at the smear left on the wall.

“It was a demon sent here to take me to hell or kill me,” Feral said grimly, still on his knees. “As for what I did to it.. .the only thing I could do… banish it back to hell. Unfortunately, it will be able to come back, that’s if it isn’t punished for failing.”

“Guess it’s a good thing we dropped in, huh,” T-Bone said quietly.

“Yeah, for once you were a welcome interruption.” Feral sighed gratefully as he climbed slowly to his feet.

“Do you have any idea what it wanted with you, Commander?” Razor asked cautiously.

“No! I tried never to involve myself with anyone from my other side. But, that one made it his goal in life to find as many ways he could to torment me whenever he could catch me outside Sanctuary. I was rebellious and acted out a lot when I was younger, so Shrader found ample opportunities to make my life a nightmare whenever I stepped foot outside. That he works for Nightstalker was something I never knew. That’s someone I never want to meet,” Feral said with a shiver.

“Who is this Nightstalker guy. It’s obvious you’re afraid of him,” T-Bone asked in surprised concern.

“One of the many demon lords. Only he’s the worst of the lot. Pray you never come to his attention, SWAT Kat. He’s very powerful but cannot crossover into this realm personally, but that doesn’t stop him from sending his lower level minions here to do his business,” Feral said grimly.

“Believe me, just seeing that thing was enough. I really don’t want to meet any more of them,” T-Bone said fervently.

“Then, wear a cross and pray because, until whatever is going on is over, we may be seeing more of them, especially if you insist in interfering whenever I run into them,” Feral said bluntly.

“Gee, Feral you’re a real optimist,” T-Bone said sarcastically, trying to hide a shiver of fear that Feral was right.

Feral snorted, moving toward the entrance. “Wear a cross!” he threw over his shoulder as he disappeared from sight.

Allowing himself to shiver, Razor pulled on his partner’s arm. “Let’s get out of here, buddy. All of this is making me feel real creepy,” he said urgently.

“I’m with you, Razor. The more involved we get the more scared I’m getting, and I really hate that feeling,” T-Bone growled, walking fast to the exit they had used to gain entrance to the building. Very quickly, they were soon airborne and making their way back home.

Feral had secured the building and given a brief report to the dispatch before heading home himself. He was truly afraid. ‘What did Hellstalker want with him?’ he wondered. It was going to be another sleepless night.

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