Swiftshadow winged around the sky. The clouds hid the setting sun from view. The cool evening wing filled her wings and held her aloft. She snorted apprehensively. She had her doubts that the plan would work. Surely simply removing a piece of jewelry off a girls neck wouldn't put things back to normal. But It was the only thing they had to work with. If it failed they were all screwed.

She gazed upon the horizon. She could easily fly away. But she had a job to do here first. She couldn't help but acknowledge that the can and will spread. Who know how much damage it could do if it was allowed to escape the village.

She could see small feline figures staring to converge around the tree. She feel the swell in energy in the area. The ghostly girl was going to appear soon. Both Wilson and Martin were somewhere below waiting for chance to strike. She just had to keep them busy until then.

Just gotta fight a vengeance crazy witch and a horde of cat beasts. She may be immune to the curse but she could easily be torn to shreds by those claws and teeth.

She ran her tongue over her double sabre teeth. She was prepared to use them if necessary. She was prepared to use all her sharp edges.

The cats began to grow. Their muscles bulged and spasmed. It was like watching some kind of horror show. Swiftshadow was certain that she was never going to be able to see a cat the same way again. Much like cars, trucks, and jets.

She kept her circular trajectory as she waited for the true target. She could that dark energy swirling around below. A bright whitish gold light enveloped the area. Swiftshadow closed her eyes to shield them. she opened them to see the girl floating above the horde.

Swiftshadow was certain that this was the author of the diary. She briefly wondered how she got this way. From the diary she seemed like a good person. So why was she doing this? Was it in revenge for her brothers death? Swiftshadow wondered what she would do if her own brother was killed in such a manner. What would she do to ensure her brothers safety?

She cleared her head and swooped down. She had a job to do.

Martin spied on the gathering. He tried to pick out either Dianna or Java from the crowd. But they blended right into the writhing sea of fur and fang. Giving up on that he turned his attention to the sky. The dark sky concealed the dragons she didn't fly off to leave him to deal with this mess all alone.

He sighed as he leaned against the wall. He and Wilson had taken refuge inside a nearby house. The Anderson home if Wilson was to be believed. There was numerous photos of the elderly couple were scattered throughout the house. Martin tried to figure out which of these beasts they had been turned into.

He hoped that by stealing and possibly breaking the neckless would be enough to break the curse. He didn't really have a plan for if that failed.

"you guys were really not kidding," Said the raptor next to him, "The curse really is real,"

"Yep, and we're going to break it,"

A bright flash of light nearly blinded Martin. He quickly regained vision to see the ghostly witch. He readied his U-watch. A thunderous roar echoed in the heavens. It was show time.

Terror flooded Wilson's circuits. He watched as the cats transformed into much larger versions of themselves. Then the witch appeared. A strong part of him wanted to pinch himself awake from this nightmare. Unfortunately, as an AI, he didn't require sleep.

He had to do this. Those beasts where once his neighbours and friends. He had to help them somehow.

He quickly spotted the pendant. That was what was causing all this. And that was what he had to steal.

Fire erupted from Swiftshadow's throat. The yellow flames simply passed through the witch. A loud cackle alerted Swiftshadow to an incoming curse blast. She sharply turned as the golden ball of energy shot passed by her wing. She could feel the heat that came from it.

Here in the sky Swiftshadow had the advantage. The cat beasts couldn't get her here. But she did dare get too low. She wasn't sure how high they could jump. All it would take was one beast ripping her out of the sky and into the mass of waiting teeth and claws.

The witch was a different story. She was not bound to the rules of gravity and thus could float and hover without moving. Swiftshadow could feel the malevolent energy radiating off of her. She launched another blast at the dragon. Swiftshadow narrowly avoided it.

Swiftshadow spat a fireball. The ghost let it pass through her. Swiftshadow tried to summon that silver flame but is was not coming easily. She knew she could do it but she didn't know how.

She looped around and tried to sink her talons into the ghost. The ghost laughed mainly as the dragon grasped nothing but air. Swiftshadow felt a chill go down her spine. The girl raised her hand and shot a bolt of light through her.

Swiftshadow fought to stay in the air as agony ripped into every nerve of her body. Her wings staggered as she dropped dangerously low. She managed to catch the wind again just as a panther pounced at her. She felt the wind from its claws as she picked up altitude.

Before swiftshadow align herself for another strike the ghostly witch appeared with a ball of light in hand. It stuck the dragon square in the chest. It felt as if she was suddenly set on fire. And agonized shriek escaped her mouth. The night wind left her wings as she fell to earth. The impact on the concrete sent rivets of pain through her body.

She barley had time to get up when a flurry of claws tore at her scales. Swiftshadow was thankful that her scales where strong enough in most places to avoid severe damage. She shielded the more sensitive areas along her belly and face.

A flash of light followed by a howl of pain. Swiftshadow looked up to see Martin holding a smoking tube.

Martin cringed at Swiftshadow's pained screeches. He watched in horror as she tumbled out of the inky black sky. He needed to act fast. He pulled out the I-Cutter from his watch. He charged into the fray. The I-Cutter shot a laser blast at feline. It yowled in pain as it retreated.

Swiftshadow took the opportunity to break free of mob. She pounced a cat that had came up on martins rear.

"Thanks." She breathed.

"no prob,"

Glittering amber eyes surrounded them. Swiftshadow and Martin stood back to back. A beast lunged. Martin blasted it away. Beasts scattered as the dragon created a wall of flame. Martin had to be careful. a nick from any of those countless claws could turn him into one of them. He also had keep on that witch as she too had the power to curse him.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest. Blood roared in his ears.

The ghostly girl descended. She gave a wordless command. The beasts obediently opened a circular space for her. She raised a hand and the beasts backed away.

"Why do you fight when your fate is inevitable?" Her voice coldly echoed in the cool night air. It sent chills down martins spine.

"Why are you doing this?" Swiftshadow growled. Her teeth bared to the pale pink gums which only made her sabres seem even longer. Her tail blade swung in wide arcs.

"Why am I doing this?" She tilted her head in thought, "Perhaps it because they took my life, my brother and my love away from me,"

"You took my sister and my friend. So give them back," Martin said as he pointed the I-cutter at the which. It was a bluff mostly. The I-cutter wasn't made for prolonged combat. Nor could it harm ghosts. But it was the only thing he had.

"If you quit resisting you can join them," Dark thunder rumbled in the sky. The only way out of this was for swiftshadow conjure up some more of that silver flame or for Wilson to come along and fulfill his end of the plan. Martin wondered what was holding up the dinosaur. He should've done something by now. Both he and swiftshadow could only distract the ghost for so long.

"But if you wish to keep resisting I'll have no choice but to do this."

The last thing Martin saw was a bright flash of amber light followed by a ripping pain.

Wilson was frozen with fear. If he had a heart it would've pounded itself out his chest by now. He was also certain that he would been hyperventilating if he had lungs. since his body lacked either of those things it saw fit to lock itself into place. Squatting on a window sill.

The fight scene before him was something he believed that could only happen in a horror movie. But it was real. Terrifyingly all too real. And he never liked horror movies all that much to begin with.

Martins anguished cry was enough to snap him back to awareness. He saw martins body writhing in agony. Golden fur sprouted all over his body. His teeth and fingers sharpened into fangs and claws.

Wilson sprung to action. He jumped off the sill and skirted around the towns centre. He had never saw himself as an action hero. He never was a fan of the shoot em up action flicks. He had much preferred romantic comedies or dramas. Yet here he was flinging himself at a horde of terrifying cat beasts controlled by a vengeful witch ghost.

Thunderous roars reverberated in the air. Wilson darted over to the tree and dug his sickle claws into the bark. from the top he saw Swiftshadow battling a dozen beasts. For every strike she landed on one of them three were returned. She kept having to flip directions to batt away a feline that tried attacking from the rear.

The ghost looked on with a grim satisfaction. She knew that the poor dragon would eventually tire out. When that happened Swiftshadow would be torn to shreds. Wilson couldn't let that happen to his new friend.

He gathered himself and jumped into the mob. He carefully wove between the dozens of paws. The beasts either ignored him or paid him no heed. It was as if he wasn't even there. His small size seemed to offer the advantage of insignificance. Their glittering eyes were focused on their single target.

I was impossible to imagine that any one of these monsters were once his friendly neighbours and acquaintances. But after seeing Martin turn one of them… Wilson shuddered.

He was close now. He was only a couple feet away from her ever flowing dress. He looked up to see her round face framed by waving white hair. He soon spotted his target. The glowing yellow pendant that hung around her neck. His small size was now a disadvantage. How was he going get it from all the way down here?

Swiftshadow's pained yelp told him that he had to figure something out fast. He looked around. He spotted Martins U-Watch a few feet away. It must've fallen off when he was transforming. Wilson made for it. He narrowly avoided getting trampled on by a dozen savage paws.

He grabbed the watch and analyzed it. He had seen Martin use it to bring forth the I-cutter. he hoped to find something in it that he could use. He quickly experimented with it while avoiding the beasts' paws. He soon found what he was looking for.

A grappling hook appeared on the watch face. he had only one chance. He Took careful aim and pressed the trigger. The hook launched and wrapped itself around the pendants chain. Wilson then retracted the cord. The pendents chain snapped and fell to the ground. He then grabbed the diamond and prepared for a retreat.

The ghost girl reach for neck and let out a ghastly wail. A deafening shriek that shattered the nearby windows. Bright arcs of energy flashed and surged in the air. The beasts immediately froze in place. Wilson turned his audio receptors off. He just couldn't take the noise.

Then everything was enveloped in a bright light.