Well, I wanted to add more to this story, but after reading so many great submissions, I want my work up right away. This is my story, The Outside. (Rated Mature) I DO NOT OWN SWAT KATS!!!!
Dark and ominous buildings cloud my view. What is it that I am supposed to see? I look around but all I can sense is the slow decay of what was once a thriving and joyful world. Suddenly, I feel pain such as I have never felt. Everything turns to crimson rain and I close my eyes forever. But then they open again, and now all I can feel is the thirst for blood. This pathetic world is ours to feast on for all eternity!
Jake Clawson groaned as he opened his eyes, eyes that had been enclosed in complete darkness four nearly ten hours, directly under the welcoming mid-morning sunlight. His eyes were waterfalls as he sat up and rubbed out the sleep.
"About time you're up. Sleep well buddy? You were out." Chance Furlong walked into the room. His yellow fur gleamed from the sun shining off of the water that the shower had left behind. Jake looked past him trying to remember the full extent of his dreams.
"You should already know," he said as recognition hit him.
"Same dream huh?"
"Yep, its like some goth nut is having a bad acid trip and its all mine to experience. It doesn't freak me out or anything, its just that if I keep having it over and over, maybe it means something."
"Maybe it means you've been watching too much TV. Come on Jake, you expect ME to believe that YOU believe in the supernatural? Good one. Now come on we have a lot of work to do, as much as I'd like to talk about what this "bad acid trip" means." Jake heard a slight chuckle escape his friend's mouth. He couldn't blame him. If this dream wasn't his, he wouldn't believe it either.