Alone since a kitten, she lives for today. Many have seen her but no kat knows her. Clubbin' or partyin', she does her own thing. Now she's in trouble and wants no help, Can she find a kat stubborn enough to know her?
This is my first fic that I publish, any kind of constructive comment will be appreciated. Please notice that there has been a long time since the last time I saw SWAT Kats in case they are a little OC and that English isn't my maternal language so there might been some mistakes.
You could be sure that if the SWAT Kats were mine the series would still be on. It's a pity actually...
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Chapter 1. No moon tonight.
Loud music. Flashing lights. Tons of kats dancing to the exploding beat. Giving into their wild instincts.
That's how she liked it.
She loved the beat, the sweat, the sexyness it emplied.
But her now dancing partner, was annoying her.
He was handsome and was dressed in good clothes but in the back of her mind something about him was nagging her. She pushed him aside with a lame excuse about being tired and trough the dancing crowd she made her way to the bar. There the bar-kat (I think I made I new word...) smirked at her.
"What's up, baby?" Dressed in a pair of military like baggy pants matched with a dark green sleeveless shirt a young, firey tom-kat named Pyro was checking her out. He had black fur with red streaks in all his body and deep yellow eyes. A hot kat who was good in bed...
'Good?' She snorted mentally 'He's outstanding...' She copied his smirk and turning her tail at him, she glanced at the dance floor.
"Give me something strong."
He left a glass that contained a blue liquid at her side, she looked at it briefly over her shoulder but after a second thought she added "No drugs this time." with a shiver of the bad memories, and offered the drink to the she-kat next to her who took it and started drinking it with out a second thought.
"Sure, hot stuff." He nodded with a grin also remembering that night were he had slipped some D6t (some drug I made up) into her drink. He left an entire bottle with some red stuff inside at her side as he move to attend another costumer.
Taking the eyes off the dance floor she turned to the bottle. Taking a sip she eyed the she-kat next to her and narrowed her eyes seeing how hyper she was. She finished her drink quickly and danced into the hundreds of kats livin' it up.
As she moved her hips along the beat, a tom-kat danced closer. Noticing this, she gave him her welcome closing the space between them. As the rhythm got faster and they rubbed their fur with each other, a pair of eyes watched them.
Moments later, somebody tapped her shoulder furiously. The owner of those flame-y eyes were her ex-dancing partner.
"What are you doing?" He asked angrily "Aren't you supposed to be tired?"
"I'm better now." She shrugged, practically ignoring him.
"Then, let's dance." He commanded.
"I'm dancing with..." But the tom-kat was gone, weird.
"Come." He demanded again.
She sighed. 'This kat doesn't gets a clue...'
"Look hon, I won't dance with you." She stated annoyed.
His face got white from surprise but as his eyes blazed like fire flames, it changed to red. "You WILL regret that." He squeaked and two big muscular kats appeared behind her. "Take her out of my sight."
With a grunt they roughly grabbed and dragged her into the club's back alley.
The alley was filled with trash and darkness, some rats munched here and there, quite a disgusting scene...
'I'm as dead as Feral with out the SWAT Kats... I'm sooooo screwed...' She thought half heartedly.
They pushed her against the dirty wall and she just closed her eyes awaiting for a quick death, or maybe a slow one. 'Who would know? It all depended if they've got a knife or a laser, it had to be a laser. But no, they are carrying knifes. What kind of bodyguard didn't have a...?' She slapped herself mentally 'FOCUS!!!'
(Anyway...) She had resigned the fact that she was doomed and helpless.
'Helpless?!' She yelled mentally 'Helpless?! Was there anybody when my parents died? Was there anyone when I lost my job? Was there anyone when I got arrested?' She felt so angry suddenly, she left herself down for a minute back there! 'No! And still I pulled myself together and moved on. I have never needed any kind of help in my life! I have lived my own since I remember, Just because they want to kill me doesn't mean I need help!'
She whipped around furiously fo the surprise of the big kats "Ain't a helpless little kitten!"
The big kats chuckled as she fumed holding her fists up. "I'm telling you, I can defend myself!" They just laughed harder. I mean they were the double of her size and totally stronger, it was a hilarious situation.
"Why do you laugh, I can take you both down!" They stumbled into each other for support as tears of laugh formed in their eyes.
She smiled victoriously and slowly crawled out the alley, but as the big guys noticed they ran after her. She cursed her luck and ran as fast as she could. She ran like she had never run before, just like if her life depended on it (it did!). Trough streets and alleys, jumping and climbing, it didn't matter, she wasn't going to die tonight so she kept going, but the big guys were still gaining terrain.
"Ok, so I was wrong. I actually need help" she mused to herself.
Then, just when she was about to give up and face her defeat, a motorcycle stopped in front of her. She couldn't make out the colours or the details of it, why was so bloody dark?
The figure ridding on it, a dark furred kat looked at her and smiled, flashing his sharp fangs at her.
With a clawed paw he pointed to the space behind him.
"Care for a ride?"
She looked at him, from his paw to the big guys who were quite close now.
"I don't actually have I choice." She mumbled while she jumped in and clasped her own paws around his slim waist. Briefly she looked up, the night was dark, a moonless night. As the motorcycle rod off the tom-kat joked.
"Bingo."
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And that was chapter one, review!
