Chapter 3

"Clockwork!" Danny jerked awake, and turned to face...

'The sea…?' He blinked at the scene in front of him. A vast plane of water lay around him, a twinkle of the city lights in the background.

'I could've sworn I heard Clockwork…. How'd I gotten myself near the sea… or is it a lake?' He thought, the water was a little too calm to be a sea, and it doesn't smell as salty. In fact, it smelled like…

His nose itched as a strong smell of oil found their way to his senses. Petroleum… and… Fish… He was sprawled in a broken pile of boxes filled with fish, and as he lifted his hand from one of the squished fish black slime oozed from them.

"Ew…"

A piece of wood beside him had metal plating. He narrowed his eyes at the embossing of the plate. 'What kind of language is this?' He couldn't read head or tail of it and gave up trying to read it.

Probably foreign label…

"!" A lightning bolt struck somewhere near his location, startling the half ghost. The air suddenly feels damp, and before he could say ghost, rain poured down on the poor halfa, drenching him.

"Ah-choo!" He sneezed, a headache starting to form.

He tried to stand up, but the scenery around him took a sudden tilt and a wave of nausea hit him. Danny leaned forward, clutching his head trying to ease the headache coming to him. A strange and weak feeling passed through his body, making him shudder and crumple to the floor in a splash.

'My head… why is everything spinning?' His vision spun and blurs. Shapes and colors melted into a puddle of swirling goop, reminding him of the ghost zone. He felt numb, and there's a loud ringing in his ear, overwhelming any other sound coming in.

His body shuddered. It felt like the bones were burning inside his body while the needles pricked on his skin. He curled into a fetal position, the ache made him barely aware of his surroundings, his mind swimming in a fog.

—– (These are spoken in Kats language, Danny understand nothing of these speech)—

The rain slowed down to a drizzle at Megakat Tuna Factory and if one turned around a corner nearby the back entrance they would see a small black lump curling in itself on the floor surrounded by broken boxes, and rotten fish.

Clink! Clank!

Two triangular ears twitched as they caught the sound of metal clicking and servos whirring. Sapphire blue eyes dazedly blinked to search for the source, and were soon staring at two metallic humanoid cats peering curiously over them.

"What do you think Mac? This kid doesn't look like he belongs here."A tall female mused, her hand clanked against her metallic hips, but her form concealed with a dark brown leathery over-coat. A smaller but muscular form appeared beside her, Mac tipping his head as he tried to get a better look of the kid the female was talking about.

"I don't know Molly, never seen the likes of it, looks like a normal but pretty beat up kit to me. Say, look at it's fur." Mac spoke up, poking the creature on its side. The child whimpered as it tries to curl itself into a ball.

"I know what you mean" The female ran her mettalic fingers over the shiny ebony fur, "Been a long time since I've seen anything like this. I believe we've just stumbled upon a tresure here Mac." Molly grabbed the child on the scruff of his neck and held him a few feet over the ground. "Hmm..." Molly examined the boy that hung limply in her grasp.

At first glance the creature in her grasp looked like a mix between the pesky foxes and the kats, but at second glance revealed to her that the boy, is in fact isnt.

"One of the runaway experiments?" Mac remembered a few of the villains that plagued the city. Most of the are mutants of some sorts. Heck, he and Molly themselves are robots thanks to one of the brilliant and genius scientists of MegaKat City.

"Perhaps... who know what else those morons have in their minds. One thing they're good at, is to make new weapons." Molly turned the boy around, making sure he doesn't have an extra pair of eyes behind his back, or an extra arm.

Nothing odd about the boy except for his unusual facial structure. But the kid is cute enough, and Molly smirked as she thought about the band of idiots in town that claimed that they 'loved their childrens'.

"You thinkin what I'm thinkin?"

Molly chuckles, "Heh, even if this kid wasn't one of their test tube babies, we can make a use of it." Her fingers examining the boy fingers. They intrigued her, they remind her of her robotic skeleton, thin and long. No claws were present, as the nails flattened themselves on the end of the fingers, but all of them have a very sharp end to them.

Mac flicked a fake-cigarette onto his mouth. "I gotcha. But where do ya reckon we should keep him in the meantime? And easy on the mechandise Molly. We don't want to bruise 'im until we got to the 'love' boys."

"Lighten up, the kids there get bruised in the first hour they got there anyway. What's one more?" Molly glanced up to the child she was holding, his face scrunched in pain. Feeling daring, she squeezed a little harder into the boy soft flesh. The child started to squirm, whimpering and clawing at the offending fingers that he knew would try to deprive him of air.

Molly smirked. Amused at the pitiful being in her hands at her mercy. "If you want to live, kid." She glared into the half-lidded eyesof the boy. "...Beg."

Her fingers squeezed harder until a snap were heard, and the child suddenly went limp. Molly paused for a while, but soon cackled, pulling the body nearer to examine her handiwork.

"Too bad." She muttered. Those sweet, blue eyes are now void of life, slowly turning grey. The body cold, not that she could feel them, but the appearance of frost materializing around the child convinced her of the temperature.

CRACK…

A creak snapped her out of her muse, a pricking feeling in her arms made her pause. Being a robot, she hadn't felt for a long, long time.

'Then what is this? It feels like my arm being frozen over…'

She slowly glanced over to the hands holding the child at the neck, the robot almost screamed at the sight. Her arm, made out of resistant metal was rusting and covered with a layer of crystal - that she had no doubt are ice - at a rapid pace. And they're glowing a soft blue and green, spreading along her arm like a hungry parasite eating its victim. Molly tried to shake off the feeling, but her body was paralyzed.

Suddenly a small arm gabbed her from behind, startling her. She slowly turned around, and saw a young boy almost identical to the one she was holding in her grasp in front of her. But this boy has a white fur instead of black and his eyes a toxic green instead of soft blue. The boy swiped at her, and Molly screamed as her metallic skin got peeled away, dark brown liquid dripping from the wound.

'Why can't I move? Why is it painful?!'

Molly screamed mentally, her eyes unable to turn away from the horrible sight. The white furred boy placed his hand on her neck, Molly could see that his hand were coated with a layer of crystal, creating talons of extremely hard and sharp edges on his fingers.

"...lly!"

The boy's squeezed harder, his talons piercing the surface of her metal skin. For a moment, Molly could see black spots in the edge of her vision.

"Molly!"

With a jerk, Molly blinked, and turned around.

"Wh..what?" She quickly fingered her neck, but finding none of the sign of assault. What was that..?

"Molly! Are you okay?" It was Mac's voice that pulled her back to reality. Something squirmed in her hand and turning around she saw that the child in her hand that she remembered… killing was still alive.

'A hallucination?' Molly stared at the child. The boy opened his eyes and they flickered of green for a second. Startled, Molly throws the boy to the floor, stepping back a few paces.

Mac gotten a little worried, for a moment Molly were holding the boy, her face suddenly went blank, and started cackling to herself. The boy could only struggle against the offending fingers, unable to escape from her grip.

Then suddenly, Molly face turned into horror and after a few unanswered calls Mac had to shake her out of her trance.

He didn't expect her to throw the kid away from her as she starts stuttering.

"Damn kid!" Molly cursed, brushing herself off. "What did you do?" She yelled to the boy. He flinched and tried to crawl away, only to be pulled and slammed back to the floor, fingers back on his throat.

"Now you listen here, kid." Molly growled to the boy, "Tell me what you just did to me, or I'll make sure your life, is hell."

CRACK-BOOM!

A sonic boom of a jet pierced the air, startling all of them.

"SwatKats!"

Author Notes :

I know I'm spamming these chapters, But... I've done these kinda ages ago and just wanted to get them off my system before I decide to bail and start to rewrite them again!

Please scold me if it went out of hand. Although do use the PM system if you do. I need some serious anger directed at me or something...

Wait.. on another thought, please don't. Send me fluffy giraffe eating cotton rainbows and milking skittles to make me happy. Wait, please do.. don't? do?

Maybe I should stab myself with a pencil again to relieve this indecisiveness. It usually work, and it itches right after too.

I do not own Danny Phantom nor Swat Kats