Chapter: 10

Destined to be…

(Part 2: Hear me roar)

Isis found her self now dreaming. The room she was in was foggy and hard to make out. She walked forward and some of the smoke drifted apart, revealing that she was at her old home outside of Gotham.

Next she saw Felix jump through a ring of fog. He came to her and rubbed across her legs. When Isis bent to pick him up, he ran off. Isis followed the black cat into what was her old living room. She looked around the room. It was desolate, empty, and peculiar feeling. When she looked down, Felix had disappeared. But now Isis was more focus on why she was in this room.

She investigated the room. Everything was as it was as she left it the one unfortunate night. But what caught her attention now was a picture on the floor. Something drew her closer to it. She picked up the faced down frame and turned it around to where she could now see it. The picture was one of her Grandma Kyles. She studied it well.

Suddenly, right before her eyes, the picture began to change. Her grandmother's face was appearing younger and younger. The picture stopped changing and Isis almost thought she was looking into a mirror. But no, there was of a woman a bit older and a bit more old fashion looking. This was Grandma; Isis remembered a few old pictures she had once seen. The picture changed once more. The woman was now in a cat suit; all the works. In fright Isis dropped the picture. So strange…could this woman be Grandma?

Isis could feel a presents in the room. She turned around to see a ghost of herself. It was her on the night of her last family members' death. Seeing this made Isis cry. The memories of the sadness made her want to get out of this haunting place.

She rushed for a way out but she could find no doors. The fog began to fill the room until she could barely see her hand in front of her face. A path cleared through the fog revealing a mirror. She slowly approached it. She couldn't see her reflection until she came face to face with the mirror. In it was the reflection of a cat. Isis touched the mirror and the image began the transform.

A voice echoed through the fog. It was her voice speaking but the words did not come from Isis' mouth. The voice was tantalizing and persuasive. Less innocent than her own, " Isis…" echoed the voice, "It's in your blood…" Isis looked back at the mirror. The image inside showed Isis' body merged with feature of the cat. She looked from the mirror to her hands. From her fingertips, extended sharp cat claws. Isis loved this feeling, "The untapped power from within you has emerged…"

Isis did a few catlike gymnastics and landed in a catlike position feeling more of her newfound strength, "Be who you were destined to be…" The fog closed in on Isis. Many words scrambled in her brain and left her with one single word. She opened her eyes and awoke from her dream as she spoke the untamed word that was left in her mind, "Catwoman…"

There kneeling next to her was Maven. Isis propped herself up onto her elbows and examined the room. A large amount of cats were standing around the room also and a few more were coming through the broken window.

Maven took Isis' hand and placed a metal claw on her index finger, "I think it's time you see something," were her words as she lifted Isis to her feet.

Isis couldn't explain this feeling she had. All her senses had peaked. Her vision permitted her to see perfectly clear through the dark room. She could even hear the lighting just before it struck. But she was very jittery. It would probably take a while to adapt to these highly developed skills.

Maven got to unloading the dusty boxes. She set a few of them in the middle of the living room. She opened one of the boxes revealing a bunch of old newspaper clips. All with the name 'Catwoman' in the subtitles, "I think these are things you should look through on your own. For everyone knows the cat prowls alone."

Isis had no words. All of these new feeling had rendered her speechless. Maven reached in her pocket and pulled out the other nine cat claws and laid them on a nearby coffee table, "No sense in hiding it forever. It's who you were meant to be," Maven exited The Cat Lair.

Isis stood there in a perplexed state. She had just noticed that there were a bunch of cats in her room. She looked down at the cat claws on the table—now perfectly visible in the dark room. Then she looked at the one claw on her finger and decided to put the rest of them on, "Purrrfect…" Isis gasped. Her voice was as it was when it echoed through her dream; less innocent, "…strange feelings…"

Isis sat pulled the box that Maven had opened to the couch and sat down. She began her search looking at the first newspaper clip in the stack. The headline said, 'Animal Right Activist Protests for Mountain Lions'. In the picture was her grandmother. The next headline she cam to was 'Millionaire Bruce Wayne's New Girlfriend; Could She Be the One'. Yet another picture another picture Grandma Kyles.

But the next few news clippings she came to got a little weird. 'New Villain Steals Rare Cat Statue from Gotham Museum'. This picture had a glass case with circular cut in one side. Another had the title of, 'Catwoman Strikes Again'. This picture had a capture picture of the thief. This is the woman I saw in my dream; in the cat outfit.

Felix jumped up on Isis lap and meowed, "What going on Felix?" Isis asked as she looked around the room. Felix meowed again and leaped over to another box laid out in the living room. Isis followed Felix having deja vu from earlier dream. Felix hopped off the box so Isis could look inside.

Isis slowly opened the box revealing a black vinyl material. She picked it up by the shoulders and laid it out flat on the floor. So far all it was was a cat suit. But she looked back in the box and there was also a black mask and a whip. A cat mask. This was all too familiar. She grabbed the newspaper clipping with the picture of Catwoman. It all matched up; Grandma was Catwoman…

She put on the mask and walked to the mirror in the bathroom followed by Felix, "Yes; this is how it was meant to be," her voice darkened. She looked down at the black cat, "Come Felix," then back to the mirror, "its payback time…"

Isis began ripping off all her clothes as she rushed back into the living room to retrieve the rest of her Catwoman suit. The cats were now meowing like crazy, "My beloved babies; momma's goin' out tonight," She stood at the window she had broken earlier and meowed.

She jumped out the window onto a near by ledge; Felix there by her side. She slid across the ledge and graceful leaped to the fire escape on the next building. Felix jumped up onto Isis' shoulders and held tight as Isis climbed the ladders up to the roof. When she reached the top Felix jumped off and together they ran across the rooftop. Isis did an elegant flip onto a lower building. And so on they when until they reached The Old Town.

Isis found herself in a familiar back alley. The three stupid guys were still hanging out there, "Here kitty, kitty," one of them mockingly called. Catwoman mocked back with a hiss, "Ooo, does Ms. Kitty wanna play."

Catwoman had a cocky replied, "Oh yeah, Ms. Kitty play. Ms. Kitty wants to play all night long," she held out her hand and signaled for him to come closer.

He came closer and she gave him a back kick in the face, "That's for being a pervert!" she grabbed him by the shoulders and kneed him in his tender spot, "And that was for…Well it made me feel better," the guy whimpered in pain, "Obviously not you."

The other to ran after her and she flipped backwards. She scratched one in the face while kicking the other in the stomach, "Anyone ever teach you guys not to hit a lady?"

An attacker replied angrily, "No!" as he punched her in the stomach.

Catwoman let out a gasp for air, "Bastard!" she jumped up onto a trash bin and then to the fire escape railing. Above them she pulled out her whip and swung it around.

"Kinky," the perverted man remarked.

Catwoman's whip latched on to the escape rail on the building across from her. She swung down kicking the pervert in the face. Landing slowing on the ground she growled, "I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole," she yanked her whip down.

At this time another one of the attackers grabbed Catwoman from behind. She struggled to unbind his grasp and the other two were quickly regaining strength. The attacker laughed in success. But he was a little too early to be laughing. Felix jumped on his back behind him. In fright the man let go of Catwoman and threw the cat off.

Catwoman was enraged, "Grrraahhh!" her punches started flying, "Don't…you …ever…hurt my cat!" as she beat the crap out of him another ran up behind. She kicked him off of her and the other ran towards her as well. She scratched him in the eye and he screamed in agony.

They all began to retreat and fled the alley. Sit alone Catwoman's evil laugh echoed through the alleyway, "Assholes…" she then realized what had happen to Felix and freak. But when she turned around Felix sat there pretty awaiting their next move. Isis smiled to herself, "God I feel grrreat," she stretched her arm in the air, "All this excitement has got me tired. Come on Felix, I think it's for a little catnap," Felix meowed in agreement and they headed back to the Cat Lair.