Swat Kats belongs to Christian Tremblay and Yvon Tremblay. No copyright infringement is intended. I own nothing except the plod and OC's.
Prologue: The Last Day
-10 years old-
SMACK!
The little girl cowered on the floor crying and holding her bruised cheek. Her father towered over her with a beer bottle in his hand.
"I wish you were dead! It's your fault she died. It should have been you!"
As he reached down to deliver another blow a large hand grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back.
"Uncle Pete!"
The little girl immediately latched herself to her uncle's leg. Sad green eyes looked into big brown eyes with relief.
"It's over Mara. He can't hurt you anymore."
