Its sickly humor matched with its sickly green eyes. It was coal black hidden in the shadows. No one would have suspected this fragile being to be such a monstrosity. And no one would see it while it hid within the machinery. April Fools was at hand, and it would have the last laugh.

Just then the targets desired neared.

-8-

Two red-shirts were walking causally down the hallway. Their orders had been precise: give the ambassadors black kitten a bath. Simple enough, right?

Being red-shirts they were cursed, and as such lost the wet soaking kitten. Now they had to find little Ismene.

-8-

They were decked in red. They were imbeciles. They had offended her. They were her targets. How dare they insult her natural beauty! Well she was going to get them; with the push of a button….

-8-

The two red-shirts walked straight into the beam. It appeared from no were; just shot out of the wall! Well, anyway they fell flat on their backs quite shaken up. Then something pounced…

-8-

She pounced with all the ferocity that was cooped in her heart. She had them pinned down. Nothing could save them from her wrath!

-8-

The red-shirts had heard horror tales of away missions but this was pure fear they were experiencing! Terror shook in their eyes as the claws of the ambassador's soaked kitten pinned them down.

-8-

MU-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! She had her prey exactly were she wanted them. Nothing could pry her from her prey until they were lifeless beneath her!

-0-

Ten hours later the young kitten had been pried from the chests of its two victims. Unfortunately one red-shirt had fallen into a RIC; Red Induced Comma. The other died of fright.

Yes it is true, the moral of this story is; anyone can beat up a red-shirt. And as an after though moral: beware of wet kittens, and don't give them baths.

THE EnD !


None of the characters are mine, hope all of you guys enjoyed! Please reveiw if u like! Ta-ta!