Megakat City's Happy Halloween
Authored by 321 awesomeGREENstars
Note: My first published story. Chapter One may be a little slow but it is merely an introduction. This story is really good, so please do not be deterred! Original Character: Arrow. I don't own the SWAT Kats (but I wish I owned Razor).
A Lil' Witch's BrewOctober 28
Chilly October air wafted through Megakat City adding flair to the millions of luminous stars visible in the dark blue sky four days before children's favorite holiday- Halloween. The night was oddly quiet and dim, relaxing and soothing to all katizens. Well, there was one kat who was not satisfied at all.
Deep within the confines of an ancient antique shop, tucked so far away that not even a mouse would stumble upon it, sat a seemingly ordinary orange and yellow diamond kat-in-the-box. Inside, the box held a wild, crazy-colored carnival world all of its own, the world Mad Kat, originally the comic Lenny Ringtail, created. Inside the box and through the carnival stood a magnificent tent of red, purple, orange, and gold stripes, and through its entrance sat a being right in the center of the Halloween decorated room. Jack-o-lanterns with insane carved faces and jester hats, balloon pants and gloved hands stood around the tent, occasionally peeking outside. Miniature witches flew near the starred ceiling, their black tails flying behind them. Great giant bats hung from dark purple confetti, sleeping dangerously close to the floor, illuminated by the red glow from two torches at the middle of the space.
Behind an immense black and gray-speckled cauldron sat Mad Kat on a stool of white stone resembling skulls and bones so deep in thought he resembled an impeccable image of a statue. One of the witches flew down from her post and settled near the villain's ear, whispered something to her master. Mad Kat's green eyes blinked; he straightened his posture, breaking from his trance.
"Nothing should be wrong Lydia," he answered in his fun-loving voice, taking the little holiday kat in his yellow palm. "After all, it is Halloween, the best time of the whole year to play games with people, yet this year something appears to be missing. Being stuck in here for as long as I have," he gestured with his free orange paw at their surroundings, "has dried up any new ideas for more fun games I might have thought of." Sighing, he listened to what his companion had to say.
"The SWAT Kats? Yes, I know we have not played with them for many weeks, but I do not want to disappoint them by showing up with nothing new to play." He smirked evilly. "That would bore them awfully."
The little witch, Lydia, hopped back on her broom and suddenly scratched Mad Kat's neck with her miniscule claws.
"What was the meaning of that?" Mad Kat questioned, voice rising as he placed a finger to his neck; that same finger produced two perfect, tiny holes of ruby red blood. The villain's bright green eyes grew brighter behind his mask as he finally understood his small companion's idea.
"This will make a brilliant game, my dear Lydia. And earn me some new friends! Looks like we did not need that whelp's help after all!" Mad Kat waved his enthusiastic hands in front of the cauldron and, in a puff of smoke, an oak table appeared with several ingredients on top. Choosing a lavender bottle from the middle, Mad Kat poured his first ingredient into the empty cauldron; out came a clear, smell-less liquid, rather a dull start.
Second, the crazy kat chose a burnt-orange ceramic bowl decorated with screeching black cats filled with green powder. A handful of the scratchy substance was thrown casually into the smoky depths of the cauldron, emitting a foul odor and turning the existing gray smoke an odd shade of navy blue. Mad Kat grinned, pleased, and murmured the word "Perfect" to himself. Turning to Lydia, who was hovering above the villain's hat, he good-naturedly said, "My little friend, since this brilliant new game was your idea, what should be added next? Your choice." The tiny witch smiled, revealing two rows of razor-sharp white teeth, and flew above each item on the table, carefully considering her choice. She chose a black bowl containing medium- sized cream-colored and red crystals, her broom bobbing energetically in the air. Mad Kat's eyes raised ever so slightly.
"What a…unique choice Lydia." He stated, lifting one of the crystals and eyeing the mystical rock with respect. Unexpectantly, the kat lowered the bowl back to the table. "Such a strong selection should be made last."
The next ingredients were selected in a rapid spurt of idea- a black antique bottle holding a thick orange concoction that turned liquid in the cauldron a blinding white and intensified the sickening odor; came a pinch of "bone dust" from a large stone engraved with dancing skeletons which sent the cauldron into violent spasms that almost toppled it completely over; then one final gray potion settled the witch's brew. The entire time ingredients were flying, Mad Kat mumbled broken sentences under his breath: "…for lost hope…pale faces…unforgettable appearance and flight…" Now he straightened and took four crystals into both hands.
In a high voice of excitement, he announced, "Now is the time to finish this brew with a grand finale!" Lydia immediately took flight out of the tent but Mad Kat did not notice.
In unison, he released all four red and cream crystals into the cauldron and stepped back. The air in the tent became thicker with an overwhelming feeling of loneliness and clouded confusion; Mad Kat filled his lungs with the unforgiving air hungrily. The potion in the cauldron was a dark murky gold and emanated twists of red and white smoke.
Suddenly, there was a subtle rumble that quickly turned into an earthquake that rippled and broke the ground. The golden concoction bubbled, growing stronger with the movements of the ground until there was a loud pop, and the potion shot straight upward, punching a hole through the top of the tent. As it descended, the bright liquid transformed into gloomy, foggy mist, completely filling the tent and leaking outside where the sky had turned unnaturally pitch black. Mad Kat's psychotic laughter rose above disembodied moans and cries, a high cackle that shot all the way to one's bones.
As the moaning grew, so did Mad Kat until he could press his palms on the top of the box. Surrounded by mist and floating voices, Mad Kat screamed, "Have a happy Halloween Megakat City!"
The top of the box flung open with a powerful bang, and out of it flew Mad Kat's creations.
Lydia landed her tiny body on Mad Kat's shoulder. "Go my creatures!" the villain shrieked insanely. "Yes, yes! Show this city what Halloween fun is all about my Mad Kat vampires!" Now that the new threat had been unleashed, the yellow-and-orange-diamonded box closed, once again shutting away Mad Kat's crazy carnival world.