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Icy Nights, Winter Screams	By : GothDevilKitty Category: +S through Z > SwatKats Views: 2911 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own SwatKats, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author’s Notes: All characters herein are property of Hanna Barbera and used without permission. Tiger Lily is of my own creation. ‘Storm’ is mine, but the Character Turmoil is not. Thanks for reading and review please!

Chapter Three: Don't Be Afraid

Four months Earlier:

T-Bone found himself watching the skinny she kat with dark brown hair. It was hard to believe that just few years before she had been a bitter villainess.

Now she was just a shell, a crying shell that seemed both scared and relieved to see the tall blond Swat Kat at the other side of the bars. He let his fingers snake around the bars as she got up from the bed.

“What do you want from me?” She asked.

He was amazed to find that no trace of the Russian accent she had before was left. On her neck was a thick scar, that puckered the center of her neck alittle.

“What happened to your neck?” He asked.

She put a paw to her neck, “Some prisoners tried to escape, so I did what I had to so they couldn’t escape.”

He looked around her cell, “So they stick you in a light security cell for what you did.”

“No,” She said. “This is why.”

She leaned down and pulled one of the legs of her jumpsuit, showing a strange scar on her calves.

“My ‘shins’ were cracked pretty badly a few months back. Had wonderful metal braces on them for about three months. They put me here because I suffered a secondary infection,” She said.

T-Bone found himself forgetting that this she kat had once been Turmoil. She was even shorter then he was used to now.

“Knocked off two inches from your height too,” he said.

She gave a nervous laugh, ”Yeah. I’ve been told I was pretty tall and vicious looking once. I think they’re pulling my leg.”

“Who do you think you were?” He asked.

She watched his fingers around the bar he had a grip on.

“They say I was Turmoil,” she said, still watching his fingers. “But I don’t even look like her, so they can’t be telling the truth.”

He watched her face, and secretly agreed with her. Turmoil’s high cheek bones were gone. It was like she became more delicate in the last few years.

“What do you think?” He asked.

“By the way you’re treating me, I’d say they were probably right,” She said. “Why’d you come here anyways T-Bone?”

“To settle some demons I have,” he said.

She came closer to the bars, “Well I hope your demons have been settled. Because I’ve had enough for today. I’m tired and it’s late.”

Something had changed in the back of his mind.

“And what do you think of me?” He asked.

“I don’t know what to think of you,” she said. “ You show up here at least once every week. I don’t understand why you have such a interest in me. I’m nobody special.”

That’s when he made his first mistake, he let his free paw slip through the bars and placed it on her cheek. She didn’t move, only stared back at him.

“If you know what’s good for you,” She said. “You’d turn and walk away.”

“Why do you say that?” He asked.

“There’s a security camera just to the right of us. With a guard watching the camera feed. The last thing you want is pictures of you staring ‘romantically’ into my eyes leaking to the press,” She said. “Remember your position in this city. And don’t forget mine.”

He found himself staring into her dull green eyes she tried to tear her eyes from his gaze. The space between the bars seemed wide enough to let him get closer to her. Her little hands went to his wrist as he leaned in closer.

“What if I told you that at this moment I really don’t care?” he asked.

It was like some routine to him, they’d have their lips together close enough to brush each other. She’d always walk backwards to put some distance between them. It was a dangerous little routine.

This time she didn’t move backwards, but went to her tip toes. She then closed the gap between them and ever so gently kissed his lips. She let her lips linger there long enough to leave the taste of her lip gloss on his mouth. She then walked backwards, letting his paw let go of her cheek. She then sat down on her bunk leaning against the corner.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said.

She stared at the wall, “I’m tired T-Bone. I don’t want to discuss this anymore.”

“You could plead insanity now,” he said. “If I remember right, your parole is coming up pretty soon.”

“Five months,” She said. “But it’s not like I’ve been counting,”

“Try the new plea,” he said.

“And if it works? Then what?” She asked. “I could make them believe that Turmoil was some stupid second personality I developed. Like that’ll even work. Sides if I did get out what would I do about a job?”

He took a intake of breath, “I know of a good job for you, the two toms who work there are decent enough. A Salvage Yard in fact.”

“We’ll see,” She said.

“Think about it Storm,” T-Bone said.

At the mention of her name her ears perked up alittle.

“Please don’t call me that,” She said.

Another guard came towards them, “ Visiting hours are over Turmoil. Say your good-byes.”

T-Bone rubbed the back of his neck and walked away from Turmoil. But not without looking back at her one last time.

Back to the Present:

The kluxton had went off, to Chance’s amusement. Same ole way to the Turbo Kat, changing of uniforms as well. Funny how you can go through the motions of life when you stumbled onto realizations.

“Looks like Viper’s trying to get one last shabang in,” Razor said glancing at his radar. “He’s downtown.”

“Peachy,” T-Bone said.

They landed the Turbo Kat on the roof of a nearby building and attacked the green reptile with cement missles. He just shrugged them off.

“Sssurprised to seee me Swat Katss?” The reptile asked.

In one paw there was a strange gun, the other had a blaster. He began to fire with both guns, the strange gun hitting Razor in the chest. The brown kat hit a nearby building hard, knocking the air out of his lungs. T-Bone narrowed his eyes at the laughing green tom.

With a low growl, he made a running start and checked Viper into a garbage bin on wheels. The sounds of Viper’s ribs cracking made T-Bone smile.

“This’s going to be last time we fight with you,” he said.

Viper growled, “So you say.”

T-Bone let one paw close around Viper’s neck and aimed his glovatrix at the now smiling Viper. This was T-Bone’s second mistake, thinking it was going to be this easy to bring Viper down.

He really should of known better. With a strength T-Bone forgot about, Dr. Viper whipped his tail around. T-Bone’s head whipped to forward and Viper brought his knee up to meet T-Bone’s face. Blood began to pour freely out of his mouth.

“Freeze!” A voice yelled.

T-Bone slugged Viper with his glovatrix covered paw. A string of bluish blood came from Viper’s mouth.

“I said FREEZE!” the voice yelled.

T-Bone whipped his head around to see Lt. Commander Felina Feral pointing a large gun at Viper. Razor had gotten up and was now pulling some kind of dart out of the strange wound on his chest. Viper made for Lt. Feral who fired in return.

Viper landed with a thud four feet in front of her.

“Nice to see you two are still kicking,” Lt. Commander Feral said after cuffing Viper.

T-Bone and Razor exchanged a look.

“Yeah. Was like we had ourselves a mini-vacation there,” Razor said.

Razor’s body language was giving away that the wound he got from the dart had done some underlined damage.

“You guys should get out of here,” She said. “The ‘Calvary’ will be showing up soon.”

Without a second to waste the two masked kats raced up the fire escape to their waiting jet.

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Jake sat up and stretched, a strange pop made him look over his shoulder. Three nights ago was the ‘Viper Incident’. Two strange lumps had developed on his back that night, which had been growing in size. The lumps now were a inch out and at least twelve inches in length. When touched they made the sound that a over wet sponge made.

And somehow didn’t hurt. It had been only more of a nuisance when he woke up this morning. He glanced at Chance, who sat across from him on the sun deck. Chance had purchased some nice beach side property two years previously.

Strange how you can be just barely scraping by month to month then discover you had a ‘inheritance’ by someone you didn’t realize you were related to. A twinge of pain shot through Jake’s back and he winced and leaned forward in his chair.

“I found something out the other day,” Jake said.

Chance glanced at him, “What’s that?”

“Looks like my little sister isn’t dead like I thought she was,” Jake said. “Somehow she dropped out of public view around eight years ago.”

“I hear a ‘but’ coming up,” Chance said.

“That’s just it,” Jake said. “There isn’t a ‘but’ to it.”

“Aren’t you curious where she could be? She’s all you have left of your family if I remember correctly,” Chance said.

“I realize that,” Jake said starting to look very uncomfortable.

The long growths on his back began to shift like something was trying to come out. With a sudden scream from him the growth’s ruptured, sending skin and blood plasma to all the winds. Now what were once growths something long and black was now. Strange bony tips rested on the floor of the sundeck.

“Oh shit,” Chance said.

The strange things that had come out of his back started to move. Soon it was noticeable that he had released large bat like wings. The wing span looked wide enough for him to actually fly. Jake glanced over his shoulder at the wings.

“I think your comment suits best,” Jake said.

He reached back and touched the thin drying skin flap on one of the wings. He smiled slightly, feeling the light fuzz that covered the ‘ribs’ of the wing.

“Well,” Chance said. “Now we know what was up with that dart Viper shot you with.”

The wings shifted and moved slightly, as if Jake was getting used to the feel of them.

“Great,” he said. “Now I’m even more of a freak now.”

Chance sighed and stared out at the night sky.

“You’re taking it awfully well,” Jake said.

“You’re the one who spurted wings,” Chance said. “I was about to ask you the same question.”

“Shit happens,” Jake said.
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