[Warning: This is possibly the darkest story I've written to date, and certainly not for the faint of heart. It is rated 'Mature' due to violence, sex, rape, torture, mutilation, castration, and gore. ]

Chapter 1

It was late morning in Megakat City, the sky fair with a light breeze blowing to ease the heat of early summer. From a road outside the northern edge of the massive metropolis, two sleek sports bikes pulled up onto a high ridge overlooking the city. The bikes idled as thier female riders looked off ahead of them.

The silver bike's rider wore dark blue jeans, black biker boots, black leather gloves covered in metal studs, and a black leather jackat zipped all the way up to her neck. Raven hair hung out from under the silver motorcycle helmet down to just past mid-back.

Her companion on the scarlet bike was covered from head to toe in red. Most of her slender body was clad in a red latex body suit, with red leather gloves & knee high boots, and of course a red biker helmet. From under the back of her helmet hung a single thick braid of snow white hair trailing down past her hips and the thickly-furred tail of silky coal black fur with a white underside and tip.

The two riders, thier visors down on thier helmets to hde thier faces, gazed out on the huge city before them. The female on the silver bike and black leather glanced at her companion for a moment, then back to the city.

"This is the place?"

"Yes."

"You're sure it's here?"

"It's here. I can feel it."

"How long we got left?"

"One week."

"Great. That's gonna be pushing it."

"I know."

"Think he'll show?"

"Oh I'm certain he'll try something."

"Damnit. A thousand years, and he still can't leave us alone!"

"Well, it'll be your job to deal with him, while I perform the ritual."

"Right. I can't wait to sink my claws into that little bastard."

"All in good time. Let's go."

From thier vantage point, thier keen eyes could see that toward the southern end of the city, it's far more run-down, and most likely had a higher crime rate and less kats outside on the streets. It was exactly where they wanted to start looking for a cheap motel to stay at.

Gunning thier bikes, the two she-kats headed into the city. To get there, they either had to take the long way around the outskirts of the metropolis, or else go straight through the heart of the seemingly endless miles of crowded streets and towering skyscrapers. They chose the latter. Dispite thier high speed, far exceeding the set speed limit, the maneuverable bikes allowed them to dodge in and out of the slower traffic with expert skill, much to the annoyance of the regular commuters.

Before they could fully pass through downtown, they rapidly approached an intersection where they had a green light, but just as they reached it, a massive blue hovercraft came flying around the turn. It smashed past the cars, shoving them out of the way like so much debris as it plowed it's way recklessly through everything in sight.

The she-kats both swerved to avoid crashing straight into the hovercraft, but the silver bike, which was slightly in the lead, didn't have the few extra yards that the red one did, and ended up swerving too sharply, causing the ridder to loose control. The she-kat managed to leap aside, rolling when she hit the hard pavement and comming back up into a crouch, unhurt, as her bike skided several more yards and crashed into a lamp post.

The hovercraft slammed to a stop barely even a block away, in front of a large bank. The two side doors lifted open and a pair of robotic kats got out. The taller femenine robot was gripeing very loudly, her voice and 'accent' betraying her gangster personality, about the shorter, more stocky one's horrid driving. Both of the bots then put on a set of large gun attatchments onto thier right hands as they headed inside the bank.

The red-clad she-kat rode over to her companion, who was picking her bike up and grumbling softly. Her voice and choice of words making it clear she was now in a foul mood.

"You okay?"

"I am, but those tin cans won't be."

"Don't even think about it..."

Ignoring the other female, the she-kat took off her silver bike hemlet, setting it down onto the seat of her damaged motorcycle, and shook out her raven hair. A pair of short blood red braids hung down the sides of her face, one in front of each ear, which were adorned with a silver stud each, with the addition of a silver hoop in the left ear. Her fur was revealed to be a soft chocolate-brown color, with black bangs hanging down to partially obscure her emerald eyes, the look in them now being quite pissed. The she-kat then turned and headed toward the bank, adjusting something in the wrist staps of her studded black leather gloves.

The other she-kat sighed, and then removed her own helmet as well. Pushing a loose strand of white hair back away from her crimson-colored eyes, the two-toned black & white female set her own helmet down on the seat of her red bike before following her companion.

Inside the bank, the Metallikats were standing in the middle of the main area, demanding that the vault be opened. All of the kats, both patrons and employees, were cowering down on the floor and against desks from the pair of cybernetic mobsters. Molly shouted at everyone to stay down and don't try anything stupid. The guards who tried to fight back were all laying sprawled out on the ground, unmoving. The robotic she-kat then noticed movement behind her. Turning, she saw the biker she-kat standing just inside the front door to the bank, her arms crossed over her chest and green eyes narrowed coldly.

"Hey! That means you too, girl! On that floor!"

"No."

"What? You think we're just playing games here?"

"I think you two walking trash-cans need to get that peice of junk of yours off the street and back in the scrap heap where it belongs."

"Why you little...!" Molly then went over and grabbed the other female by the front of her jacket, lifting her off her feet. "When I get through with ya, yer gonna... AAGGHHHHH!"

The biker's hands both gripped firmly onto Molly's forerms, and powerful jolts of white-hot energy danced over the metal studs, flowing over to run across the entire surface of the robotic she-kat, shorting out her systems.

Mac looked over and gasped. "Molly!" He aimed his gun, and was about to fire, when something slammed him hard in the back, throwing him several feet forward onto the ground. He got back up, then turned back around to see the red-clad she-kat with the crimson eyes, now standing there where he had been, her hands on her slender hips. He growled hatefully at her. "I'm gonna rip both you brauds apart with my bare claws!"

Mac then lunged for her, but the two-toned female doged swiftly aside, spinning and bringing her right leg up and around, the heel of her boot slamming hard into the back of Mac's head, sending the robot flying forward onto the ground again. This time though she didn't let him get back up, dropping to the ground and rolling her hips, bringing one boot back up against his face, throwing him to the side.

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Jake was watching one of his usual horror movies on the small tv in the garage while he and Chance worked on the engine of the only car that was currently in for repairs at the time. The television's screen suddenly went static for a moment, then Anne Gorra came on with a sudden live broadcast from the Megakat National Bank, downtown. As soon as she mentioned the Metallikats, both mechanics looked up sharply, banging thier heads on the hood of the car.

Looking at the tv, they saw behind the reporter several Enforcer cruisers surrounding the front of the bank, with numerous officers ducked back behind the open car doors with thier weapons aimed. Commander Feral held up a bullhorn and demanded that Mac and Molly come out and give themselves up.

Jake and Chance were about to run down to the hanger when suddenly Molly flew backward through the front door of the bank, landing on her back in the street outside. She groaned softly, but otherwise didn't move as tiny bolts of electricity danced over her metal body, and thin plumes of smoke rose from various joints.

The Enforcers, as well as everyone else watching, were quite stunned at seeing this. They simply looked on, too dumbfounded to react as the broken door was then pushed open from inside the bank, and held open by a she-kat clad in black leather biker clothing. A second later, Mac went flying out of the now held open door as well, landing on his face beside Molly.

Chance and Jake starred open mouthed at the tv as the Enforcers rushed in to restrain the two robots and make sure everyone else in the bank was safe. They were quickly followed by the media crew who were quite eagger to learn just what had happened. Everyone was quite surprised to learn that two she-kats were responsible for stopping two of the most dangerous villains in Megakat City, using nothing more than electricity conducting gloves and martial arts skill.

Anne attempted to interview the two female bikers, but they simply ignored her as they shoved past, the two-tonned she-kat putting her hand up to the camera lens and pushing it away as she passed by. Before they could get back to thier bikes though, the Enforcers' large commander came up to them, demanding to know who they were, and how they had managed to so easily defete the Metallikats.

The chocolate-furred female simply shrugged at the question. "It's what we were trained to do."

She then tried to turn away again, only for Feral to grab her by the shoulder and demand that they explain themselves now, or else will do so back at Enforcer headquarters. She glared coldly, and was debating on simply ripping his hand off when the large tom sees the distinct chain around her neck, mostly hidden under the collar of her jacket. Feral looped one finger under the chain and pulled it out from under the jacket to reveal the set of dog tags attatched to it. "You're millitary?"

"Special Forces. Former. As I said, it's what we were trained to do."

"What do you mean by 'former'?"

"I got sick of all the crap I had to deal with, and was constantly forced to do, from the Black Ops work. Sometimes all the bloodshed isn't worth the results of the missions."

"I see... Well that certainly explains your skills then. Fine. Due to you both being former millitary, and because you stopped two very dangerous criminals, saving the kats inside the bank with very minor collateral damage," 'unlike another pair of vigilantees,' he thought to himself, "I won't arrest you this time. However, you had better not be pulling any more stupid stunts in my city."

The she-kat snorted in irritation, but simply nodded, the two getting back on thier bikes and putting thier helmets back on. When thier bikes roared to life, they both gunned thier engines and headded off quickly, once again exceeding the posted speed limit, continuing back out of downtown toward the south. Not far down the road however, the silver bike began making a bit of a more noticable noise. It's rider growled softly, knowing that something obviously got damaged from the crash, making her even more pissed.

The two pulled into a small gas station with a convenience store, parking in front of the doors. They went inside and bought a six pack of Karona, then asked the clerk if he knew of any good body shops in the southern part of the city, which was where they were headding. He nodded and told them of the garage located in the old millitary salvage yard. The two thanked him, then left again.