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Last time:
"Only you have the power to make this end Jake. You can give up your useless ideals and start working for me. Your friends have obviously given up on you so what do you have to loose?" Dark Kat chuckled softly at the look of denial on Jake's face as he turned to toward the door of the cell. "Creeplings, bring him, if he won't give up willingly then we will have to break him to our will."
"NO!" I whimper brokenly as the creeplings advance on me. I can feel hot tears on my cheeks as they move closer. Right as they are about to touch me I wake up.
I find myself sitting bolt upright in bed. The tears are running down my face to join with the beads of sweat that had formed on my fur as I had slept. The thin sheets had pooled in a twisted mess around my waist and I notice dimly that despite the fact that I'm sweating from my dream the room is freezing. A quick scan of my room reveals that I had left the window open before falling asleep. It had started to rain sometime during the night and with the rain the temperature had dropped.
Way to go Jake. That's all you need is pheomoniaI stand and push the sheets to the side as I walk to the window. It's still raining pretty hard and I stand at the window for a second letting the cool air calm me down. I can hear the sounds of tires on the wet road as other kats make their way home or to work. I'm not sure which really, I didn't look at the clock when I got up. With a sigh I pull the window shut and head back to bed. Not that I'm going to get any sleep tonight. I never sleep after I have those dreams.
I sit down on the bed and rub my paw over my face. As I do so I can feel the scar tissue left from where Dark Kat had permanently left his mark on my body. My hand drops away and I feel tears form at the corners of my eyes. I try to hold them back but I know I can't. I never can, it's been over six months since I managed to escape from my captors and I still can't keep from crying when I think about what happened.
How can you when you see the results of your torture every morning in the mirror? I look around my room for something to throw but I come up empty. The room, even after several months is still pretty bare. The street light outside my window highlights everything in shadow and for a second I almost feel like I'm back in that cell in Dark Kat's complex. The streetlight isn't that single bulb though and you are not secured to the bed.
I silently thank the rational part of my brain for keeping me sane through the past months as I lay back down. The scar tissue on my back protests slightly but I ignore it as I roll over so I'm not facing the window. As I do this I come face to face with the bright red numbers of my clock. 4:48 A.M. stares back at me and I sigh as I pull the sheets back over me and grab the blanket from the floor.
Three hours till I have to be at work. I'll get up around 6:30 to take a shower. As I lay there I contemplate the dream that had woken me. It's not the only dream I've had about my tormentors but it is by far the worst. The day I found out that I had been a captive for over four months will never stop haunting me no matter how much I want it to.
I know that Chance didn't intentionally leave me there and I don't really blame him but I can't bring myself to face him either. I know he must have been worried sick about me and that he probably thinks I'm dead now. Despite that he hasn't stopped what he started. The papers are still filled with the accomplishments of the remaining Swat Kat.
Way to go Chance, you managed to pick up and continue when I couldn't.I'm proud of him if nothing else. I can feel myself drifting off again so I pull the blankets a little closer and drift back to sleep.
Sorry the chapter is so short, I warned that the story would probably be pretty short but I'll try to make it longer. Thanks to all who review and who have reviewed so far.