Hey, Readers! I'm back!

School is over (though I'm still in Austria), and I have SO much time to write and stuff! So here's a long chapter for y'all!

Again, since all of you are amazing, I've decided to do something special (especially since Christmas is a week from today)! So, right here is Part 2 of the Utter Turmoil story line, but I've also already written the final part chapter after this one. I was wondering, since I'm posting this today (12/18/2019), if you wanted me to post the other chapter after this as well.

Since I probably won't be posting much around Christmas day, I wanted to give you Readers the opportunity to choose if you wanted the other chapter after this one, or for me to wait until after Christmas before I post again (which will probably be sometime after New Years). I personally want to post these two chapters before Christmas, since it completes the Utter Turmoil story line, but I don't want anyone to feel like i'm shoving chapters down your throats. Let me know what you think I should do in the reviews!

Enjoy this chapter!


Utter Turmoil: Part 2

Razor POV:

When Razor woke up, he was in a small cell, and Lonestar was already awake, leaning against the wall nearby.

"Have a nice nap," the teen asked, staring up at the single ceiling light that hung above them; there were no windows in the cell. He still had his mask on, and judging that he was still here and not in a separate cell, the tabby assumed that Turmoil probably hadn't figured out his secret identity. "I woke up about five minutes ago, but I don't know how long we've been unconscious."

"Hopefully not too long; Turmoil said she's attacking the city in an hour. We need to get out of here." Sitting up, the cinnamon kat noticed that they were no longer handcuffed, and he looked around, looking for some way out. A door sat to his left, with only a visible keyhole in the place of a handle; it must swing out, but they needed to unlock it in order to escape.

"Got any ideas," the human asked.

"Not currently," Razor muttered, checking his pockets for his lock picking tools, cursing when he found them missing. "Crud!" He looked up at the teen. "D'you have anything left?"

"Not even my phone." He looked down at where his utility belt used to reside. "Don't know how we're gonna explain that when we get out!" He looked up at his friend. "We neet to get T-Bone and get the hell out of here."

"Right." Jake looked down at his uniform, trying to find something that could help him. Max often joked that he was like a human character called MacGyver, who apparently was super smart and could diffuse bombs with paperclips and chewing gum and other stuff like that. He never considered himself that smart of a kat, but he went over to the lock, peering inside. Standard lock; he needed something thin and narrow that could fit in the lock in order to pick it, but he was lacking that.

"Can't you use your claw for that," Lonestar asked. "I've seen you pick locks before."

"Not this one," the smaller kat explained. "I need something long, maybe five or six inches, and small enough to fit in here."

"Like a large bobby pin?"

"Perhaps, but anything would work."

"But we don't have anything like that." The human sighed, looking at the ceiling, kicking the wall in frustration. He froze, as if he'd gotten another electric shock, and quickly stood up. "Stand back."

"What're you-"

"Just do it!" Razor complied and the teen slammed the heel of his foot behind him, and a small knife schiked out from under the toes of his right shoe. Before the feline could react, the teen stomped down on the blade with his other foot, and he broke it clean off, the blade clattering across the floor.

The teen looked up, grinning. "Good thing you added that, right?"

"Perfect," the Swat Kat replied, picking it up and carrying it towards the door, carefully inserting it into the lock. He'd added those blades in the human's shoes because he didn't have any claws that could help him climb certain walls. He and T-Bone went barefoot, so if they needed to grab a ledge last-second, they could use their claws to help them get a better grip. The human didn't have claws, so his gloves and shoes were built with those retractable blades for such an occasion, though one hadn't come up before now.

"How'd you even learn how to pick a lock," the teen asked.

"Taught myself," the cinnamon tabby murmured, focused intently on unlocking the door.

"Macgyver," the human snickered to himself, just as a click sounded from the lock. The teen opened his mouth to cheer but Jake put a finger to his mouth. He slowly pulled the knife blade out from the lock, handed it back to the human, and silently counted to three on his fingers before kicking open the door.

Stumbling into the hallway lined with other cell doors, Razor turned to his right and found a startled guard standing nearby, who immediately raised her gun to shoot him. He ran forward, ducking and tackling her at the legs, bringing her to the ground. He wrestled the gun from her grasp, and knocked her unconscious, quickly looking around for other attackers, finding none.

"Are we allowed to hurt girls," Lonestar asked, walking out of the cell, noticing the unconscious guard. "I mean… isn't that wrong, morally?"

"I don't like it either," the cinnamon Swat Kat replied, tossing the gun into their empty cell. "But her whole crew's female, so we have no choice. Now let's find T-Bone!"

"Shouldn't we tie her up or something," the teen asked. "What if she wakes up?"

Razor looked over at the unconscious guard; usually, he and T-Bone just left unconscious villains wherever they were, but it made sense, so she couldn't trip any alarm to their escape. "Uh… Let's just leave her in the cell." They dragged the unconscious she-kat into the cell, closing the door behind them. "Now, let's go."

Making their way down the hallway, they paused in the doorway, scanning the next hallway for any sign of bad guys. Not finding any, they crept down the hall, looking for where their weapons were. They finally found a room, noticing a singular guard going through their weapons, her friend sitting nearby, both of their backs to the door.

"I don't know who makes these," the first one said, holding up Lonestar's bo staff, "but they're pretty well made."

"Yeah. Did you figure out what that small thing was," her friend asked, checking her gun to make sure that it worked.

Razor saw the teen tense as the first feline lifted up his phone. "Not yet. Not like anything we've seen before, and it needs a code to unlock it."

"Wonder what it does."

"Wouldn't you like to know," the cinnamon Swat Kat spoke up, dashing into the room. The two guards whirled around in surprise, but he took down the second one with the gun while the human went for the one at the table, grabbing her in a headlock and pulling her out of the chair.

"Drop the phone," he ordered.

"That's a phone," the soldier asked incredulously.

"Twist her around," Razor spoke up, grabbing the sound disk from the table, and the boy turned with the she-kat in tow, dropping her and jumping out of the way as the cinnamon tabby pressed the side button. The soldier gave a cry of pain, clutching her ears, as Lonestar grabbed his bo staff and knocked her out.

"It still feels wrong," the human commented.

"That's why we try to just knock them out quickly and leave," the smaller Swat Kat replied, grabbing his weapons. "Now let's get going."

"Damnit," the teen muttered, picking up his phone off the ground, "the screen got chipped!"

"I'll fix it," his friend assured him, slipping on his Glovatrix and clipping on his belt. "Right now we need to rescue T-Bone, stop Turmoil from attacking the city, and-!"

"Uh, we might be too late," the human said, looking out a nearby window. "We've got company!"

Razor walked over to the window, peering out. He saw an Enforcer helicopter flying towards the airship, being escorted by some of Turmoil's pilots.

"Crud," he muttered. "Let's hurry before Feral causes a bigger mess!"


T-Bone POV:

T-Bone grit his teeth as another blow hit his back, determined not to give the villain the satisfaction of hurting him, though it had been a long half hour or so of torture.

"Feeling sore, T-Bone," Turmoil asked mockingly, walking around in front of him and casually swinging the club in her hands. "Rest assured that the vorst is yet to come!" She struck again, hitting him in the side this time, and he couldn't help but give a cry of pain.

The captured Swat Kat was currently hanging by his wrists, his hands and feet chained and bound. The bonds around his wrists rose to the ceiling, while those on his feet reached the ground, forcing his limbs to be spread out in the air, exposing every inch to torture. His body sagged forward, but the chains held him back from the pull of gravity. Suspended mid-air, the evil she-kat was able to strike wherever she wanted to, with him helpless to fight back.

This set up was in the control room, of all places, which meant he had a large panoramic view of the sky in front of him, with screens on either side of the large windows that showed views of Megakat City below them. Several soldiers sat at computers controls, readying some sort of weapon, though most of them watched their leader torture the brawny prisoner. They'd even put a tarp of some sort underneath him, catching the drops of blood that were beginning to drip from the kat's wounds.

T-Bone himself looked awful; he still wore his mask, but one eye was black and swollen, and his body shuddered everytime he brave. Bruises covered his arms and legs underneath his fur, and blood tricked from several cuts across his body (she was actually whipping him earlier before switching to the club). He thought one of his legs might be broken, but he was in so much pain, he couldn't tell.

"Commander," a soldier said, running into the room from behind him. "We've captured Commander Feral and his niece; they tried to sneak up on us with enough ammunition to take out one of our engines!"

"Vonderful," Turmoil cried happily. "Vhat perfect vitnessess to vhat is about to come! Bring them in!" She walked over to the Swat Kat, giving him an evil grin. "Let's see vhat they think of their precious Swat Kat now!"

T-Bone glared at her, trying not to pass out, and a few minutes later, heard the door slide open again.

"Kat's alive," he heard Felina cry, and soon the two Enforcers were led, handcuffed to an area in his field of view. Both of them were in their combat gear, but simply gaped at the vigilante in shock. "What-"

"Rest assured that his suffering shall continue long after you two are gone," the super villain told them, wiping her club clean with a small towel.

"Where are the others," Feral demanded, then quickly backtracked. "Not… Not that I care-"

"They vill soon join him, but let's just say that they are facing horrible tortures as ve speak!" She walked over to a table, putting her cape back on. "So, have you come to surrender?"

"Like we would ever surrender to the likes of you," Felina said angrily, trying to break free of the soldiers' grips, but was unable to do so. "We've come for our friends!"

"Vell, you're not getting them back."

"Do you really think you'll win? You lost last time!"

"But I have something now that I didn't then," she told them. "I have twice as many missiles and bombs, ready to drop onto Megakat City Power Plant and Vater Filtration Facilities, making it easy for me and my army to take over the city! And, I have this as vell," stalking over to a case that sat nearby. Snapping it open, she withdrew a single syringe filled with a poison green liquid, holding it up for the three prisoners to see.

"As you probably could tell by now, ve had some outside help vith our escape. Contacting us months ago, they offered to help us escape and take over Megakat City if ve did one thing in return; test this little formula out on a Swat Kat!"

T-Bone stiffened at the sight of the vial, feeling his throat tighten with fear.

"For some reason, they vanted me to test it on the Swat Kat's newest member, specifically," she continued, staring at the green liquid almost lovingly. "But, vith T-Bone in my possession, I'm sure they'll understand; the results should still be the same."

"What is it," the Enforcer Commander demanded.

"Fear, Commander Feral. Liquid fear. It triggers the parts of the brain that houses fear, and forces the victim to live out those fears on repeat, vith no escape or recourse, for a certain amount of time. This vial should only be enough for half an hour, but it should be interesting to vatch, yes?"

"So what," Feral's niece asked, "you have a whole bunch of this stuff and you're gonna drop it on the city? You said earlier that you had something this time that would help you win."

Turmoil shook her head. "I have the Swat Kats under my thumb, as vell as the head of the Enforcers; vhen Megakat City is devoid of vater and electricity, there vill be no on to guide the citizens as they descend into chaos… until I arrive! But to make sure this vial doesn't go to vaste, I'll use half of this on T-Bone, and the other half on him." She pointed at Feral, turning to her soldiers. "Chain him."

"NO," Felina cried, trying to knock the criminals away from her uncle, frantic to protect him, but was knocked backwards, her head hitting the ground with a sickening crack, instantly rendering her unconscious.

"FELINA," Feral cried, trying to reach her, but was forced to his knees instead, a chain starting to be wrapped around his arms, binding him even further. Meanwhile, the evil she-kat was approaching the captured Swat Kat, the vial in her hand.

"It vill probably be vorse for you," she told him, "since you are injured so. Vhile I vish I could see vhat your greatest fears are, I vill still enjoy vatching you scream!"

"Not today," a sudden voice called out, and a small pebble or marble bounced onto the floor in front of her. It exploded, filling the space in acrid smoke, and the villain suddenly felt herself being knocked back, the vial flying from her hand. When the smoke settled, she started at the sight of a Swat Kat, the new one, standing over her, bo staff in hand.

"Wanna dance," he asked, hitting a button as the ends cackled with electricity. Behind him, Razor was checking on his friend, the nearby guards falling unconscious from the darts in their necks that he'd just shot at them (he'd grabbed some extra ones from Lonestar before coming into the room). The soldiers at the computers, who were unarmed, stared in shock, not sure of what to do.

"Guys," T-Bone said weakly, shaking as the cinnamon tabby unlocked the chains, catching him before he hit the ground. "Y-you…"

"Don't worry," his friend assured him, though his face was full of worry. "We'll get you outta here soon enough."

Turmoil gave a growl of frustration, scrambling to her feet. "Oh, I should have killed you vhen I had the chance!"

"And who's fault is that," Lonestar chided her.

"AARGH," she screamed, running forward to attack him, and this was the convenient moment for the brawny and beaten Swat Kat to pass out from the pain.


Lonestar POV:

When the she-kat sprang forward, Lonestar was ready this time. After seeing what she'd done to T-Bone, he was filled with a rage that seemed to give him a temporary burst of energy; all he had to do was harness it responsibly, and he could beat her.

Knowing she was upset, he side-stepped her like a matador, grabbed her cape while she passed him, and quickly wrapped it around her, pinning her arms to her side. She snarled angrily, struggling against the fabric, and the teen stepped back, pointing his bo staff at her.

"T-Bone's out cold," Razor called from behind him.

"So's Felina," Commander Feral added, struggling to break free of his bonds.

"We gotta steer the ship towards the ocean; do that while I get them out of here," the cinnamon tabby yelled.

"Okay; just let me deal with Crazy Ex-Girlfriend first," the human called back, making sure his stance was steady, ready for when she tore free of her fabric trap.

The evil feline broke free at his comment, snarling and coming at him again. He managed to block her blows, and landed a few of his own, keeping her back. He saw his fellow Swat Kat, out of the corner of his eye, run towards the kats at the computers and knocking them out. Focusing back on the villain, he ducked as she swung a club at him, feeling the weapon whistle inches above his head. Lying on his back, he kicked up at her, but she leaped back in time, tossing the club at him, which clipped him on the shoulder.

Sensing his distraction by the pain, she jumped forward, tackling him as he tried to get up, her hand around his throat. Breaking the staff in half, he started whacking at her, trying to get her off, but every time he hit her, he got some of the shock as well. Quickly switching it off, he hit her again, trying not to black out as he struggled to breathe. He managed to hit her in the small of her back, causing her grip to loosen, and he headbutted her, causing her to fall back as he tackled her, pinning her down with his hands and knees, one baton pressed against her neck.

"It's over," he told her, glaring down at her, trying not to look at his friend's beaten and broken body several yards away. "You're not pulling this crap again, you're not gonna attack this city again, and you're not gonna hurt my friends again!"

She tried to push him off, but he luckily had several pounds on her, and remained trapped. "Never! I vill break out of jail again; our benefactor vill help us again!"

"Who is he," Lonestar demanded. "Why did he help you?!"

"I von't tell," she spat. And then she literally spat at him as well, hitting him in the face (he was fortunate that he was wearing a mask). The human fell back, repulsed, and she scrambled to her feet, racing towards the control panel to launch the attack on the city. Quickly getting up as well, he did the first thing he could think of to stop her: pulling out the knife blade from his pocket, he flung it across the room, where it embedded itself in her hand right as she reached the console, pinning it to the metal (if he wasn't so determined to stop her, Lonestar would've been impressed with how accurate his throw was).

Turmoil gave a screech of pain, trying to yank the blade out of her hand, but right as she managed to grab it without cutting her fingers, the new Swat Kat had slammed her head into the console, once, twice, before pulling her hair back, forcing her to look up into his face.

"You had no right to hurt T-Bone," he growled, glaring at her from underneath his mask, all thoughts of being kind out the window. "And now you're going to jail on a gurney!"

"You von't kill me," she said, dazed; her face was bloodied, and her nose broken. "You are a Swat Kat; it is not your vay."

Lonestar nodded, shooting a quick look back to see Razor dragging T-Bone out of the room. Then, he turned back to her, deciding to do something stupid in the heat of the moment. Yanking off his mask, revealing his non-katness, he said,

"I am no kat,"

and slammed her shocked face into the console once again, finally knocking her unconscious.

Breathing heavily, he let her slide to the ground, her hand still trapped against the console, and he turned around, finding Commander Feral gaping at him in shock. Instead of freaking out, the teen was unnaturally calm, giving the tabby a small eye roll.

"What the- you're- what-" the Enforcer stammered, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

"No one will ever believe you," he said, picking up one half of his bo staff. "Just in case, however-" He shot a tranq dart at the Enforcer, who slumped to the ground in a heap. "Better to think that you were dreaming." Walking over, he yanked the dart out of Feral's neck, tossing it to the side as he went back to the control panel.

As he bent down to pick up his mask, he froze, noticing a small syringe filled with a strange green liquid lying nearby. He picked it up, examining the liquid inside, which was a sickly green, and seemed to bubble a bit. Even though he had no idea what it was, he assumed it couldn't be good, so he set it on the panel nearby, slipping his mask back on. Then, reaching back for the vial, he noticed that it was no longer there.

Suddenly, something jabbed him in the back, right between the shoulder blades, and he shivered as a chill entered his body. Whirling around, he found Turmoil, looking like the Keeper of the Crypt, grinning like a madkat, holding the empty syringe in her hand.

Just as suddenly as that, a net flew out of nowhere, catching her and knocking her to the ground, trapped.

"Lonestar," Razor called, and the human turned to find the Swat Kat working on a stirring Felina's bonds. "C'mon help me with them!"

"I'm afraid he von't be much help in a few seconds," the evil she-kat yelled gleefully as Lonestar stumbled forward, the world seeming to spin around him.

"Lonestar, just- what's going on- why's he like that? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!"

"Thirty minutes of fear, Lonestar," the super villain called back, laughing maniacally. "Enjoy every second of it!"

The teen tripped at that comment, falling into a pit of blackness.


Another cliff hanger? Twice in a row?

Yeah, sorry; couldn't help myself. Of course, we learn more about this mysterious benefactor (though we all probably know who it is by now), see a beaten T-Bone, and we will soon see what that vial of green liquid can do.

Adding off of that, the next chapter's gonna be what Max's fears are, and we see for the first time what this green solution (which we've seen briefly in a previous chapter) can do, as well as the aftermath when he wakes up. So again, when you leave a review (well, those of you that actually leave reviews, that is), add if you want to wait until after New Years for this next chapter, or if you want me to post it a few days before Christmas (probably the the 20th, so everyone has time to read it before/during the holidays).

Also, I know Razor and Lonestar attack and hurt girls in this chapter, so I am in NO WAY endorsing violence against women, or ANYONE, for that matter! In fact, if ANYONE out there is suffering from abuse of ANY kind, call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-7233 or TTY 1-800-787-3224 (both are for America).

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-aggiefrogger