Secrets In The Dark | By : Daniella Category: +S through Z > SwatKats Views: 1763 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter Eight
“Talking”
‘Thoughts’
Two days had passed since Callie Briggs was attacked by the fake enforcer male. Though Dena was doing everything in her power to find the suspect and keep Mayor Manx informed on the investigation’s progress, she wasn’t making any headway on finding out who had knocked her own enforcer out and stole his uniform.
Briggs couldn’t tell her much about the imposter due to the fact he was wearing the blaster shield down on his helmet. All she could tell Dena was that the imposter was tall, dark furred, with a deep voice and a cold pair of gold eyes.
She was annoyed that the hunters had been sent to Ms. Briggs to question her and erase her memories of the specifics. Briggs was a sharp and intelligent Kat and would have been of more value left alone. Nothing Dena could do about that now. Briggs now only had a vague idea about her attack and, of course, no memory of hearing about Iriomkats.
Disgusted, she tossed the skimpy report on her coffee table then picked up her coffee cup. After her last encounter with T-Bone, she had Zachary and Rick swear not to tell Demon about him till she was ready to do so herself. She wanted to be the one to tell him since Demon seemed to have a dislike of Kats. She had a strong feeling he wouldn’t be happy her mate was a Kat.
So Zachary and Rick had sworn not to tell Demon. Meanwhile, Rick and Zachary were pushing themselves and their hunters hard to find the rogue. He was becoming far too bold as his attack on Ms. Briggs had shown.
Dena shifted on her sofa trying to figure out what the rogue’s next move might be but as she studied the cases over and over, she still couldn’t see a pattern. It just seemed so random.
“Damn, at this rate he’ll kill again and we’ll still not know why!” Dena said in frustration.
Unable to deal with it anymore, Dena stood up grabbed her keys and headed out. She was too stressed out to think clearly. Once inside her vehicle, Dena headed for Club Irma needing to unwind a bit . Some ten minutes later, she arrived at the club. She parked and set the alarm on her vehicle before heading for the entrance.
Stepping through the door, she was hit with music blaring out of the ceiling speakers as multi-colored lights flashed wildly providing an energetic back drop for the Iriomkats and Katkind couples mixing unknowingly on the dance floor.
Dena spotted her brother at the bar serving drinks to a couple. She walked across the floor quickly and took a seat at the end of the bar.
“Hey, sis. What’s up?” Demon asked pausing long enough to talk.
“Besides overworking as an Enforcer and hunter? Quite well.” Dena said a little sarcastically.
“Drink?” Demon asked already pulling a beer out for her.
“Yes, please.” Dena said taking the beer, taking a big swallow. “ Thanks, Demon. I needed that.”
“Heh, you’re welcome. Hey, I hear the rogue attacked Ms. Briggs. She okay?” Demon asked in a fake concerned tone.
“She’s fine...already back at work.” Dena said with a wane smile.
“And giving you hell as usual?”
“Yep.” Dena said taking another swallow of her beer. Demon frowned, ‘I knew I should have just killed her.’
“Did she say anything about the rogue? I could keep an eye out for him or her. We get a lot of drifters.” Demon said casually, hoping to find out what Briggs might have said.
“Nothing much. Just that it was a male Iriomkat with dark brown fur and gold eyes.” Dena said leaning on the bar while holding the cold beer close to her face.
“That hardly narrows it down. But I’ll keep…” Demon was going to say but Dena stopped him.
“No, I don’t want you to get involved. This guy is dangerous and if something were to happen to you…I…don’t..” Dena started to say but choked suddenly, put her beer down and hide her face in her paws. Her shoulders began to shake.
“Sis! What’s wrong?” Demon asked, frightened by Dena’s silence and behavior.
He opened the small door to the bar and rushed to her side. He took her in his arms and hugged her tightly. Gently turning her face up toward his, he was shocked to see she was crying.
“Dena? What’s wrong, hon?” Demon asked, worriedly.
“I’m sorry!” She swallowed and tried to regain control of herself. “I don’t know why this happens to me. Every time I think someone’s about to leave me whether they mean to or not, I always react like this.” Dena said apologizing to him.
“It’s okay! I understand, it’s because of what happened to us when we were kittens. It’s perfectly understandable that’d you’d react that way.” He said, comforting her as best as he could.
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right but it’s still hard to handle when it happens.” Dena sighed as she wiped the tears away. She really hated it when her past would sneak up on her that way.
Demon sighed as his sister began to relax, “ Look, I’ll still keep an eye out for this guy. But I won’t confront him, I promise. I’ll call you instead, deal?”
Dena smiled in relief, “Deal. Well, I better head home. I can’t stay out too late.”
Demon nodded, “Yeah, okay. Drive safe okay?”
“I will. You take care of yourself.” Dena said getting up and leaving.
Demon waved good night to his sister as she headed out of the club. Once she was gone, Demon become eerily quite as he laid back against the bar. He hadn’t expected Dena to be so traumatized by their past but then she had been the one to find their parent’s bodies.
He and Dena had come home from the movies and he had headed immediately upstairs to his room while she had gone to the kitchen and that’s where she’d seen them. Her loud screams had sent him racing back downstairs in a panic. He grabbed his sister then spotted the bloody remains of his parents on the once white floor.
Everything after that had been a blur. A neighbor had called the enforcers when they had heard Dena’s screams. Soon after they had been separated from each other and sent to different foster homes. That had been a truly stupid thing they had done to them. He was fairly certain it was all that which caused his sister to be this fragile now.
‘Perhaps it was because of our unhappy past that she has such a hard time letting others be close to her.’ He mused, troubled by this revelation and not certain what he could do about it.
He was jarred out of his troubled thoughts by a drunken female Iriomkat who stumbled against the bar.
“Whoa there are you…” Demon began to ask as he reached out to help her but the moment he touched her, she jerked away.
“Don’t touch me!” She snarled angrily, moving further away.
Before Demon could say or do anything else, another female Iriomkat hurried up behind the drunken female and took her by the shoulders firmly.
“Maggie, please calm down! He wasn’t trying to hurt you.” The other female said.
“I don’t care, Kami! I don’t want anyone touching me!” Maggie screamed, pulling away from her friend and stumbling away back where she had come from.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean any harm.” Demon said not knowing why the female had acted that way.
“It’s not your fault. My sister’s just been through a very traumatic event.” Kami sighed watching her sister sit down at their table again.
“Kats?” Demon asked his eyes narrowing.
“Yeah.”
“What happened? That is…if you don’t mind me asking.” He said carefully.
Kami looked at him with anger and hate, electricity snapping off her. He stepped back carefully, but still gave her a look of concern. She noted that and calmed her energies down, rolling her shoulders to ease the tension in them. She felt a little ashamed at going off on one of her own kind when he only asked her what was wrong.
“I’m sorry for snapping at you. I’m just angry and tense about what happened to Maggie but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” She said, blushing with embarrassment.
“It’s alright, I shouldn’t have asked...” He started to say by way of apology.
“My sister was raped by kats and because of that she’d been drinking steadily to try and forget it happened.” Kami blurted out bitterly.
Demon’s eyes darkened with anger and hungry excitement. If he could fan the flame of their hate for Kats they would be the first to join his bid to rule over Kats and finally get revenge for all that species had done to theirs.
“I understand your pain very well. My sister and I went through a horrible experience when we were kittens. Kat’s had killed our parents then separated us to different foster homes. So I can certainly relate. Why don’t you bring your sister back to the bar and tell me about it. At least she’ll be able to get it off her chest to a sympathetic ear and feel a little better.” He coaxed Kami.
She smiled wanly at him. “Thank you for your concern. I’m sorry to hear about what happened to you and your sister. I’ll see if I can convince her to come back here, after all they say a bartender’s job is to listen to people’s problems.” She said softly.
Demon gave her a half smile, “ I’m all ears.”
On the docks at the edge of the city in an abandoned tuna factory, a figure moved about with strange pink creatures flying around it. The figure was reading the local newspaper. The headlines screamed about a serial killer who killed using electricity. The figure’s eyes narrowed beneath it’s cloak, a snarl escaped his throat.
“This rogue has the enforcers stirred up which could cause problems for me but then again it could be to my advantage since they wouldn’t be watching for me as they searched for him. Hmm...” Dark Kat mused a small evil smile beginning to cross his lips.
In his years in the underground, Dark Kat had seen many things, things that most kats would wish to never see in any lifetime. He had even seen evidence of another species that was thought to be extinct but was very much alive and living amongst them.
He heard about a rogue that had appeared some fifty years ago that killed Kats and Iriomkats alike while this rogue chose to kill Kats only. The rogue in the past had been killed swiftly some two months after its spree had begun by what was apparently their form of ‘enforcers’. It was obvious to Dark Kat that the Iriomkats were determined to stay a secret.
However, this new rogue seemed determined to ‘out’ his species. His kills were out in the open and his choice to try to kill the deputy mayor and possibly the mayor showed he had some plan in mind. By killing both of the city’s leaders he would throw the city government into chaos allowing the rogue and possibly others like him to take over the city.
“What a clever Iriomkat but not clever enough. Kats just need to be told and their fear will do the rest. But we will need someone with enough authority but easily influenced to start this wave of fear.” He thought aloud.
Suddenly Dark Kat smiled evilly, “ I think Lt. Commander Steele might find this information quite useful.”
Grave shift was leaving and morning shift was getting ready to start the day at Enforcer Headquarters as a reddish-brown tom with blond hair strode self-importantly through the huge doors. He wore Lieutenant Commander bars on his uniform coat, though many didn’t think he deserved them. He was a known to be a coward under fire and to use dirty tricks to get what he wanted. Nobody liked him at all least of all the Commander.
Lt. Commander Steele took the elevator to his fourteenth floor office. It wasn’t a very big office but it did have a nice desk and a good view of the city. He breezed in and set his briefcase on the floor. He was going to get a cup of coffee when he noticed the large packet on his desk. Frowning, he took a seat behind his desk and picked up the packet.
“What is this?” He muttered to himself.
He handled it carefully not wanting to set off whatever might be inside. Packets like this had come to his desk before but only as pranks. The last one had been filled with ink that sprayed out and covered his face completely. He’d spent a whole week with his face colored blue, enduring the smirks and laughter of all the enforcers that saw him. Even Feral couldn’t help but smirk every time he saw him.
Taking great care opening the packet with a letter opener, Steele was relieved to see it wasn’t a prank. He pulled out a letter with dvd case and a white flat case of some kind. Snorting Steele open the letter and read it. ‘Is this some kind of joke?’ Steele thought as he read over the letter a couple of times.
Putting the letter down and reaching for the DVD, Steele slipped it out of its case and into his computer then hit play. He watched spellbound for some time and didn’t move until it finished. Shock and fear played down his spine at what he’d seen. The white case now had his attention. Opening it carefully he was stunned to see five strands of fur and a couple of strands of hair enclosed.
He sat there for several minutes staring at the evidence in his paw. Taking a deep breath, he popped the DVD out of his computer and put it back in its case. He carefully closed the small white case with the hair and fur samples, picked up the letter and put all back into the packet. Standing up, he made for his door and headed for Commander Feral’s office.
When he reached the Commander’s office he discovered he wasn’t in. The secretary was also not in. In a huff, he left the Commander’s office area for the hall and spotted Feral’s assistant, an older enforcer Sergeant.
“Where’s Commander Feral?” He snapped rudely. He was always irritated that the Sergeant always treated him with disdain.
“He called in sick.” The Sergeant answered shortly.
“Sick?” Steele said then shook his head. Fine! He would handle this himself. The DVD said there was a major threat against Katkind. He needed to determine if it was true before saying anything to anyone else.
“Is Dr. Konway in today?” Steele asked the Sergeant after a moments pause.
“Yes, he just arrived.” The Sergeant said, wondering what Steele was up to.
“Good, I have something for him to check for me.” Steele said, hurrying off.
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