The Devil Woman
Chapter 1
" We do it together, razors out for the count and healing on the grounds"
"Fine" Turmoil responded.
"SPEED OF HEAT!" T-bone charged at full force at venom's aircraft, Turmoil however began to shoot down their escaping foes with fiery desire. The infamous charcoal jet started to burn…fire… the burning element swallowed its prey…
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The explosion was a massive burning inferno, Turmoil was caught in the blast and T-bone was nowhere in sight, debris began to descend from the blazing aircraft endangering the very lives of the Kats below. Razor however watched with inner pain as the debris began to fall, but deep down he hoped… he hoped that both of them would come out alive. One lone tear fell…
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The turbokat was destroyed…and venoms' jet had fully descended to the grounds in which it was made. The audience watched in awe and sadness...
Metal began to clang and shift… a silhouette of a Kat could be seen leaving the useless ship…small embers added to the scene. Smog made it even harder to see the creature…seconds passed… razor watched the confusing sight from the ambulance. The area soon began to clear…T-bone was caught among the sights of the people, his uniform was chard and black, ash and holes scattered all over him, his wounds fresh and bleeding… and he was holding the body of the she-Kat…Turmoil. She lay dead in his arms… the paramedics came rushing over… T-bone however started to growl with impatience, anger and annoyance… it was to late…
Chance awoke… sweat poring down his furred features and his paws shaking with fear, that day forever haunted him in his dreams, he may of saved the lives of many Kats alike, heck he even saved his best friend… but it was his fault that Turmoil was dead… well that fault was in his own opinion. The moon was high; darkness had taken its territory among the slumbering city. Chance was in a state of shock and let his thoughts take control of him, sleep however was hard to grasp.
The morning sun rose with all its glory, Jake was worried about his friend, Chance had barely any sleep and it took its toll, his fur had faded from a healthy yellow to a pale wreak, his eyes blood shot…he was mourning.
"Chance… you OK bud?"
" Didn't sleep much last night…I'll be OK, no worries buddy"
"Chance, you haven't had much sleep in over 2 weeks…"
"Jake, I said I'm fine"
The burly tom-Kat sat at the table drinking his coffee, his thoughts raced.
"Come on Chance pull yourself together…kick some tail!"
" T-bone, come on hot shot the skies await"
His partner looked at him with worry and guilt, he should have anticipated the opponents movements, it was his fault that his best friend was in such a terrible condition, but he knew that his mourning would soon pass… but it hurt, it hurt him deep down. Chance didn't even finish his drink; he got up from his seat and started to walk to the daily business of fixing the run down cars.
"Chance…"
His friend answered him with a thumbs' up, Jake couldn't help but smile…his partner was in a rough state but maybe he was on his way to a full recovery, not physically but mentally. The broken down cars would probably keep his mind occupied.
