WERECAT!
Part one of Chapter two
Inside the MBC building in a compact office numbered 13, Ann Gora dosed off to slumber land. She rested her head on top of a small pile of papers that was scattered all over her pre used desk and a computer decorated with yellow colored stick it notes that suppose to remind her of appointments and chores, but she always forget to look at the notes. On the adjacent wall were some posters of famous TV reporters from yesteryear, and one small wood framed picture of Ann's family. One family member was a boy with dark brown fir wearing all black with a T-shirt that read: I heart u, a large cat who was wearing the local high school varsity jacket, a housewife with short light brown hair and a light blue dress wearing a white apron, and a large tom wearing a green golf shirt and brown slacks, and Ann, on the extremely far right picture. She was so far off half her body was chopped off at the edge, however she tilted her head just enough to make it onto the picture.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, " Ann, are you inside? It's me Josh." The sleepy news reporter slowly open her eyes and mumbled just enough for Josh to hear her, " Yeah you can come in."
Josh opened the door and stepped inside. Josh Foley was a siamese cat, he also worked with cameras and he is known around the building to have the personality of a class clown. " Hi Ann, I heard the news today." Josh said.
" About Johnny?"
" Yeah." Josh said bleakly. He sat on the old chair that was in front of Ann's desk and gave Ann a sealed light blue envelope, " Everybody in the office signed this get well card."
Ann smiled weakly, " That's nice of them,"
" I got some signatures form people that Johnny doesn't even know," The simaese cat gloat, " but I got a hard time with those snotty big shot reporters like Reema Furlis from the top floors. They did even know who Johnny was." Ann grabbed the card.
" Their all stuck ups." Ann hissed, " Especially Remma Furlis. You know what they call us."
" The Local Losers." Josh said unenthusiastically.
" Yeah. But Johnny's hopes will rise up when he'll see it."
" Cool." Josh exclaimed, " He'll like my drawing of him screaming when the werecat bit him."
There was a pause when Ann looked at Josh's cheesy smile, " … That's really nice of you I think Johnny will really like it."
" I know." Josh said proudly. "Hey speaking of werecats is Johnny going to turn into one?"
" The doctor's statement was that Johnny's molecular structure can not morph into a mythical creature for the reason it is a physical and genetical unsound hypotenuse."
Josh blanked emptily like he was a student in high school biology, " Ann can you please speak in a sixth grade level to me?"
" In other words. He can't change into a werecat because it's fake."
" Oh."
" But it's all my fault he was bitten in the first place!" Ann exclaimed, " If I wasn't so stupid and arrogant I would of listened to Johnny. But no, all I ever thought about was myself and my goals."
" Yep you sure did…I wonder if Johnny's ever going to forgive you now since you screwed up…" Josh said. " Hey Ann, did you ever know Johnny was afraid of werecat movies?" He added.
Ann was surprised. She never knew Johnny was afraid of things like that. But how she didn't know when she known him that well, " He was!?"
" Yeah, he's so afraid of them he cant even watch a werecat movie without freaking out." He started to laugh, " It's so funny when he does that."
Ann's eyes started to tear up slowly just thinking about Johnny, " No wonder he pleaded with me not to go."
A large older shecat with thick glasses popped her head into Ann's office. She have a very worried expression on her face, " Miss. Gora Mr. Twiser wants you in his office, immediately." Josh stood up and pat Ann's back, " Well, I guess the boss finally thought about firing you."
" I know." Ann said with gloom, " Can you help me pack my stuff when I come back?" The large shecat cleared her throat. She narrowed her eyes at Josh, " Excuse me Mr. Foley but Mr. Twiser wants to see you too."
" Aww damn." Josh threw his hands up in the air, " I didn't do anything this time!"
A nervous Ann along with a collected Josh took the elevator to the sixtieth floor and opened the large oak doors with the words Mr. Twiser, CEO. They walked into the large nicely decorated office that had a big window that look out at the view of the city, it was kind of pretty. Mr. Twiser, a medium length, yellow haired, fifty something year old cat was busily playing a little golf game that was on the black marble floor. When Ann and Josh walked in the office his eyes moved to look at the two.
" Oh…it's you and Josh." Mr. Twiser said. He sound like he was disgusted, " The local department right?"
" Yes." Ann said.
Mr. Twiser's golf ball popped out of the tunnel mechanism and started rolling down the floor. His foot stopped the ball and he stood over it getting his golf club ready to hit the ball.
" Remember that mine incident a while back Gora?" Mr. Twiser said in a very calm way. Ann nodded, " Yes sir. I disguised myself as a miner and went inside the mine."
The yellow cat's sentence started to trail off when he hit lightly hit the golf ball, " And did you remember to ask permission before you do it."
" No sir. I just went and did it."
" Oh I see." Mr. Twiser said. He put his golf club away in his bag and walked over to his desk, " So when you did that stunt last night did you remember to ask me to do your exclusive live broadcast?"
Ann's tilt her head down, " No sir."
" No sir." He imitated. He sat at his desk and there was a moment of silence. Then Mr. Turner roared so loud that the people on the ninny-ninth floor can hear him, " Do you KNOW when you made that HOUR LONG TRANSMISSION YOU DIDN'T HAVE ANY PERMISSION FROM ME! ANN GORA YOU'RE IN A LOT OF HOT WATER WITH ME THIS TIME AROUND!"
Ann started to feel very small at this point, " Yes sir, but this was important—"
" IMPORTANT!" Mr. Twiser yelled. He raise out of his seat and slammed his fist onto the desk. Ann and Josh jumped. " IMPORTANT! NOT ONLY YOU INTERRUPTED MY BASEBALL GAME YOU DIDN'T HAVE PERMISSION TO DO IT! YOU KNOW WHAT WAS WORSE OUT OF ALL THIS? MY BASEBALL TEAM WAS ACTUALLY WINNING AGAINST THE BANKIES!" He yelled again.
" Wow." Josh exclaimed with sarcasm, " That's a miracle. Considering your team is ranked the worst."
" BE QUIET FOLEY!" Mr. Twiser growled, " YOUR IN ENOUGH TROUBLE MAKING THAT PICTURE OF ME ALL OVER THE OFFICE!" He sat back down on his expensive leather chair and cleared his throat, " Now I've lost needed ratings and now I'm in big trouble with the owner of that building and the mayor."
" Why the enforcers have to deal with your problem Mr. Twiser?" Ann asked, even though she didn't want to.
" Because you almost cause a mass panic when that were—were—whatever the heck that thing is—"
" Werecat?" Ann and Josh said simultaneously. The big boss narrowed his eyes at the two in a not so friendly way. Ann and Josh made a big nervous smile.
" I don't know what wavelength your thinkin' in Gora but in this business their is a rank system. And the 'Locals', that's you Ann do, ' Local' news 'Local' weather anything that has to do with the word ' Local' you deal with. No special coverage, no monster stuff, no special live coverage, nothing better. The special reporters like Remma Furlis and your late father Andy Gorren gets the special coverage—the works! Got it!? Because little local reporters, like you, and camera people like Johnny don't know what the heck they're doing. Now the big shot reporters know what they're doing and I own them. Kind of like my best cars I own. I like to show them off when big news is happening. You, Josh, Johnny and all the little local's in here are like the cars I use everyday, NOTHING SPECIAL!"
Mr. Twiser open his drawer, pulled out a piece of paper and hand it over to Ann, " Now for your assignment Gora I want you to go to cover that new subway line opening tonight. You know, the one where the bacteria went into and ate all those people on the subway whole. I got the address here on this slip of paper and clearance for you to go. "
Ann took the paper with a frown, " Yes sir."
" And Foley, you will be Ann's cameraman replacement until Johnny gets well."
Josh eyes almost bogged out of his head when he heard him said that," Sir! I'm not an outdoor cameraman I'm an indoor cameraman! Those cameras are twice as heavy then the ones inside!"
" How hard can it be Foley you just point and roll!" Mr. Twiser shouted. " Oh. I forgot one thing." He went underneath his desk and pulled out a bouquet of flowers with different colors. He handed it over to Ann's hands with an embarrassed smile, " Can you please give this to Johnny when you leave? I didn't know if he liked daisies of lilies so I got the assorted bouquet."
Ann face was twisted with confusion, " Okay…sir. "
His mood suddenly changed he pointed out of the window and screamed, "Now you two get the hell out of my office before I decide to fire you on the spot!"
" Nothing special!" Ann yelled with furry when Josh and her was walking down the hall towards the elevator, " NOTHING SPECHIAL!" Ann yelled again this time louder for all the secretaries to stare at her thinking she's going to go postal, " I show that so and so nothing special!"
" Temper, temper Annie." Josh said when he pushed the down button to call for the elevator. Ann eyes narrowed towards him and growled, " There's only two people who can call me Annie, Johnny and my dad."
" You mean the big guy in the picture hanging in your office?"
" No, That's my uncle Big Al. My real father was the best reporter the city ever had and he was a thousand times better then Big Al"
" You mean your uncle is the Big Al!" Josh said with excitement, " The used car King!? I love his commercials especially the song the princesses sings before it ends and it goes like this—"
" I know how the song goes please don't sing it Josh." Ann pleaded. The elevator door opened and Ann frowned when she caught sight of Remma Furlis, a yellow colored feline with long hair that look as if she dyed it pine green. She was busily talking among other news reporter colleagues of her rank until she found Ann and Josh. She made a fake little laugh and smiled, " Oh, it's you... umm what's your name again? It started with the letter A—"
" Ann." Ann mumbled.
" Ann." Remma repeated, " Now I remember you, I didn't recognize you because me and all my friend thought you was new." Ann and Josh walked into the elevator. " Oh really." Josh said. He put his arms over Ann's shoulder and smiled in triumph, " Well get a good look of this cat Furlis 'cause she's gonna be the next…umm…you! I think?" The brown haired reporter went under his arms and was about to push the button that corresponds with her floor until Remma stopped her. " Now wait a minute. Let me guess what floor your going, the lower floors 'locals'?" She along with the other reporters laughed. Except for Ann and Josh. Ann just mumbled something unheard by anyone and pushed the button to her floor.
" Really funny Remma." Ann said.
" Don't worry Ann," Remma said as the elevator was going to the cafeteria. When the door opened Remma and all of her friends started to exit out of the elevator. Remma turned around and smiled at Ann, " When you grow up Ann maybe you can hang out with the big kittens like father like daughter. But I don't know if you can really do it Gora." And after that statement the elevator doors closed with Josh and a very annoyed Ann inside.
It was late evening when Ann left the building; Josh decided not to go with Ann to the hospital since he had to get use to the weight of the camera. It would have taken Ann fifteen minutes to get to the hospital but since it was raining it took her a half an hour. Once she entered inside she went straight to Dr. Needle (pronounced: Neddle).
" So how's Johnny's doing?" Ann asked. Dr. Needle was one of the best doctors, he was kind, he was good, he had a slight German accent, and once a while he rolled on his' r ', and his 's ', 't', and sounds like 'z's sometimes when he started talking. The doctor was so short that Ann was taller then him but he didn't really mind that at all since he was short all his life. The only bad thing about him though was he was kind of kooky,
" You mean Mr. Kodacman? He'z doing fine like the time Mizz. Gora? Zay, has the rrain sstopped?"
" No."
" Gosh! I'm supprriezed zee zity hazn't zzarted srrinking yet. In fact my daughter written zomthing like that, with the zity flooding and she—"
Ann decided to head to Johnny's room ignoring Mr. Needle. She found his room, numbered 204 that had the name underneath that read J. Kodacman. The news reporter handed over the gifts to Dr. Needle and started knocking on the door. " Johnny. It's me Annie, can I come in?"
There was no response from Johnny.
" That's funny." The doctor said, " He was zleeaping all day and znorred loudly." While juggling the gifts in his arms he reach into his white lab jacket pocket and pulled out a recorder, " Note to self: Check Mr. Kodacman's znorring problem."
Ann knocked on Johnny's door once again and he still didn't respond. Her subconscious mind started to bother her so she grab onto the door handle and twist it open. She didn't find him in his bed and the window was wide open.
" Johnny? I'm inside." Ann called out in a worried way, " Where are you?"
" He'z not in zee bathrrom. It's totally empty." Dr. Needle said with perplexity, " therr'zz no way he can dizappearr he didn't want to get out of bed, he zomplained about aching pains in his leg."
As Ann started getting more and more worried she looked at the opened window. The rain from outside was falling on the green tile. The gears in her head started to turn.
" Wait a minute. If it's raining then why would he let the window open like that?" Thought Ann.
She looked at the white painted wooden windowsill and noticed deep scratch marks that lead to the outside of the window. Ann gasped, " Dr. Needle look." The doctor walked over and looked at the scratch marks, " Hmm…Zhis looks like a wild animal scratch marrks on zhis windowzill."
Ann started to fear what has happened to poor Johnny, " Oh no doctor could he actually change?"
" You mean my zzatement on how it iz a physical and genetical unzound hypozenuse zhat he can change zinto a mythical crreature like a werrecat?"
" Uh huh."
" We'll judging by the scrratches on zee windowzill I believe I was wrrong."
" Well what are we standing here for!" Ann said in a hurry, " We got to call the enforcer's right away!" Ann left Johnny's empty room to call on the enforcers leaving Dr. Needle alone in the room studying the marks. He thought,
" Uzually in the moviez, the infected cat alwayz change during a full moon. Could it be that zeez type of werecat can be a nocturnal metamorphoziz—" Dr. Needle gasped, " Oh no! If I gave the wrong diagnoziz to Mr. Kodacman then could I gave the wrong diagnoziz to that enforcer?!"
Immediately he placed Johnny's gifts on the bed and quickly jogged down the hall, heading towards the lab room where they kept blood samples of recent patients, " I can not wait for the enforrcers to show up! I better grab Mr. Kodacman's and that enforrcer's blood zample and head over to the biochemical labs immediately to see a old friend, before it's too late!" He called for the elevator and when the doors open he went inside and the door closed. The broom closet opened and the black hooded woman ran out holding two folders and two test tubes that had a drop of blood, the two folders she had were marked J.Kodacman and K.Katiez.
Somewhere on the city streets Katie in her enforcer uniform and Razor were running away from a humongous and hungry Tyrannosaurus Rex. While the two were running they covered their ears Katie yelled loud enough for Razor to hear her,
" Razor! What are we gonna do we ran out of weapons and everything!"
" I know what to do!" Razor said in his heroic way. He grab onto Katie's hand and slowed down to a halt, along with her. Then with a snap of his fingers the T-Rex disappeared. " Wow that was easy." Razor slowly wrapped his arms around her waist staring at her blue eyes. He smiled lovingly to her, " Hey did I ever told you that I have strong feelings for you?" inches started to shrink from the two's face. Katie smiled, " I always wanted to do this Razor since the first time we met."
" Really?"
Katie snorted, " Heck yeah! Don't ya know you're the coolest, cutest guy I had ever met!" Until she realized what she said she blushed, " Well…to put it another way, I really like ya too."
Razor laughed while he gazed at her eyes, "And same here too." The two were about to embrace in a kiss until a strong sound of a telephone ringing in the background woke her up. She was not in her uniform but in her old stonewashed jeans and purple baseball T-shirt marked with a yellow one. She kissing Razor, unfortunately, was not real; it was all just a dream.
She was lying on her brown sofa that her father gave to her when she moved in. She didn't want it since she wanted to buy her own sofa but her father insisted on her having it. Since this was enforcer housing the apartments were old. Her living room, which was painted white and had a wooden bare floor showed the scratches and dents from previous occupants that lived in the apartment. And there was more damage in the apartment, the kitchen, marks on the black and white floor tile, the bathroom, leaky faucets, the bedroom, a cracked window. Everything in the dwelling was leaking or on the verge of not working right. Her father complained, as usual, about the state of the apartment and could of gotten a bigger, better place for her, and it would have come easy because of his line of work. But she refused, she wanted to be independent from her father as much as she can and show him she can do things on her own without any help. It wasn't great place to live, but she considered it a good living quarters unlike some of the other cats she knows who lives in the complex, and it was hers.
A sleepy carrot top reached over to the ringing cordless telephone that was throbbing inside her head. She picked it up and said lazily, " Razor don't go away we can go back to what we started."
Felina who was at the ' Sir. Laugh a Lot' Lounge called her friend up on a pay phone. She was dressed in her fancy uniform attire, which was a suite that was a knee long skirt that was dark blue and a light gray tie. Truthfully she would have made the skirt a little shorter, a little above the knee, but the only size that it comes with in her size is long. She hated being tall sometimes. " Razor?" Felina asked with confusion, " Katie did you just said Razor?"
" N—No! Is that you Felina?" She sneezed.
" Yeah."
In the background noises Katie can hear people clapping for someone who left the stage, this means he was successful with the crowd. The announcer went up to the podium and a rolling drumming noise could be heard in the crowded lounge. He announced, " Now ladies and gentlemen, be gentile with this cat 'cause he'll cry us a river just like what happening for the past five days strait, one of our well known loser—I mean— comedians, I give you, Sammy Davy Feral!" And the drumming stopped. Not many people clapped.
Felina ignored her father's starter jokes for a second to question Katie, " So how's your arm treating you?"
" Terrible." She answered with a cough.
She could hear Felina's father giving out jokes, there was silence in the crowd except a few coughs.
Katie said, " When Jake, thank god he didn't crash into anything, dropped me off last night I started to sneeze a lot. Then in the middle of the night, when I finally got to sleep, the area where my bite mark was throbbed so much and I was coughing non stop, I didn't go to sleep until six o'clock in the morning. Top it off, I kept sneezing and coughing the whole day. Luckily I'm off on sick leave until my wound heals."
Felina was worried. Not only did Katie sound like she was getting some cold, her bite mark from the werecat is doing some weird things. " Hey Kate." Felina said with worry, " Maybe you should head to a doctor or something? You may be really sick."
Katie sneezed, " I don't get sick Felina, ya know that."
" I know, but what about the bite?"
" Doc says it's nothin'." She said in a passive way, she sneezed again, " I don't hav ta worry about it." Katie glanced at her digital wristwatch that was on a TV guide that was on top of a wooden coffee table. It was 7:15. Gramps retirement party just pop into her head, it started at 7:00 tonight, she was late. " Crud! It's that late. I better get ready." After her statement she sneezed. She jumped out of the couch and ran into her room, " C'ya Felina." She cut off the cordless phone and tossed it onto her unmade bed.
Felina hanged up the phone and sighed sadly, " Please make it just a bite mark and nothing more."
Felina's father greeted the crowd goodbye, there wasn't many clapping sounds coming from the crowd. Felina shook her head, " Aw. Dad not another bad crowd."
End of Chapter 2
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Swat Kat's but if I did I'll probably be making new episodes…duh :P
Author's Note: Hiya! I finally made this part of chapter two but this wasn't originally how I wanted, chapter wise, but it came out better then I expected. This part is supposed to be part one of Chapter two but I decided I'll be better if I just cut part one of chapter two in half since I have to edit the second half. (I know whoever read that sentence is confused.) Trust me, you do not want to read the second part it's…how can I put this in one word…scattered. And I had a "small" writer's block problem but I'll overcome it in a short period of time. I know what I'm writing it's just hard typing it ^^;
Oh and about the stunt with Jake with the slide projector in chapter one, I did it on purpose. Why? I just did, I always wanted to do it and its kind of felt like the cartoony side of the show…I guess :) But how'd you guys like the German accent? It's my first attempt at it. Gosh I love writing accents out.
But don't worry guys, when you read the second part of chapter two you wont be disappointed ;)
Oh yeah! Thanks to Friske, Skitz and Helion for reading and posting your rating! :) The only three people who read my fic…LOL…Please read my fic! ANYBODY! I love reading constructive criticism and good reviews…even the ones that say U SUCK…who doesn't?
Anyway, Stick around for Part two of Chapter one of WERECAT!
Or to occupy yourself until part two comes, read my other SK fics :)
(The ones I recommend reading, according to reviews and my view, was It's an Alien and Tricked.)
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