From - Thu Mar 01 20:52:27 2001 X-Apparently-To: skdigests@yahoo.com via web6401 Received: from mr.egroups.com (208.50.144.80) by mta117.mail.yahoo.com with SMTP; 18 Feb 2001 07:35:15 -0800 (PST) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-160504-93-982510055-SKDigests=Yahoo.com@returns.onelist.com Received: from [10.1.4.56] by mr.egroups.com with NNFMP; 18 Feb 2001 15:27:35 -0000 MIME-Version: 1.0 Message-ID: <982510055.1204.19113.l10@yahoogroups.com> Mailing-List: list SWATKats_FanFic@yahoogroups.com; contact SWATKats_FanFic-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list SWATKats_FanFic@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: 18 Feb 2001 15:27:35 -0000 From: SWATKats_FanFic@yahoogroups.com Reply-To: SWATKats_FanFic@yahoogroups.com To: SWATKats_FanFic@yahoogroups.com Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Digest Number 93 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mozilla-Status: 8000 ------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor ---------------------~-~> eGroups is now Yahoo! Groups Click here for more details http://click.egroups.com/1/11231/1/_/450812/_/982510055/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.org/SKListArchives MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There is 1 message in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. (NEW).(Descent:NoGoingBack).(0/1).(PG) From: "Kristen L. Sharpe" ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Sun, 18 Feb 2001 00:25:59 -0000 From: "Kristen L. Sharpe" Subject: (NEW).(Descent:NoGoingBack).(0/1).(PG) Title: Descent: No Going Back Authors: Kristen Sharpe and Sage SK Emails: skgirl@hotmail.com and sagesk@hotmail.com Rating: PG Status: New - Complete Date: February 17, 2000 Archive: No Category: Drama/Episode Related/Alternate Universe Series/Sequel: They That Walk in Darkness Warnings: None Disclaimers: The SWAT Kats belong to and are copyright Hanna-Barbara Cartoons. They are used without permission. Notes: See start of story. Summary: Deep in Alkatraz, one Dark SWAT Kat ponders the journey of regrets that lead him to where he is. Title: They That Walk in Darkness Descent: No Going Back Authors: Kristen Sharpe and Sage SK Date: February 15, 2001 Completed: February 17, 2001 Kris's Note: This began life as an RPG chat, but it attacked me the morning after the chat and demanded to be expanded. So, I did. For some reason (perhaps from the nature of role-playing), it came out first person, present tense. Not something with which I'm at all accustomed. So, it's in part an experiment. An experiment in writing and an experiment in understanding the Dark SWAT Kats. And, an experiment that's started a small series. I expect "They That Walk in Darkness" to span no more than five stories. It had best not. I have two other series that need my much-divided attention ;) Thanks to LH Chan. Without her short fic "Introspection" I never would have considered the possibility that Dark Kat created the Dark SWAT Kats. And, thanks, hugs, and many Pixie Stix to Sage for making this story what it is... and just putting up with me ;) Sage SK's Note: Sincerely, I would have never thought of starting a fanfiction with the Dark SWAT Kats, much less throwing one of my MBI characters in there. This is why I thank Kristen for letting me be a part of it! ;) ::hugs Kris!:: There's more to come, though! Sure hope you enjoy this part! --------------------------------------- I did it again tonight. I do it every night. Turn my back on everything I ever believed in, everything I ever loved. At least, the me of two years ago does. I've started screaming at him. Screaming at myself two years ago, alive again in the dreams. Screaming. Demanding to know how he could be such an idiot. If he hadn't been, I wouldn't be here now, you see. Here? Here is Alkatraz. Here is four gray walls, a single "bed" - and I use the term loosely - that folds out of the wall, and a litterbox.* Here is where they send kats like me. Kats that ignored the rules, for whatever their reasons might have been. Mine were revenge. I was wronged, so I set out to avenge my... pride in part. I went from rising star in the Enforcers elite fighter squadron to junkkat in the span of a day and a half. Feral even pulled some strings and got them to skip the usual court martial. My partner and I were banished to the back of beyond so fast our heads spun. So fast no one had time to investigate. Had time to follow up on the accident. Had time to realize that it was *Feral's* fault. I can say that now. It was Feral's fault. Chance and I disobeyed orders. Technically, we deserved a reprimand. Maybe losing our rank as lieutenants. But, we did not cause the accident. And, now I can say that. Just state it simply. No growling. No fury. Spilt milk. Feral cheated to keep his job. He let the blame sit on the heads of innocents to cover his own tail. Maybe he lays awake at night telling his past self what an idiot *he* was. I don't know. I know only that I have no room to talk. I did far worse than Feral. He's not the one who made a pact with the devil incarnate. He's not the one who sold out. Not the one who sold his soul for revenge. Not the one that chose vengeance over everything. Over his best friend, over his family, over a she-kat the like of which a tom only finds once in a lifetime. I close my eyes when my thoughts come back to her. It's not that I hurt her more than I hurt anyone else. It's not that I loved her more than my family and Chance - though I surely loved her in a different way - the way you can only love the one you want to share your life. It's that she was the first I hurt. It's that the night I lost her was the night I realized I'd lost myself... and the night I *embraced* losing myself. The night I made my choice. Eyes squeezed shut, the dream comes back to me. It will not leave. My conscience escaped the prison I made for it. The prison that held it for two long years. And, ever since, it has shown me the dream. Shown me that night. She looks up at me incredulously from her couch. I asked her to sit down. I knew she wouldn't take this well. I had just hoped she might take it *better*... Better than this. "You... *what*?!" I stare into those searching eyes and can only sketch a huge circle in the air with both arms as I squawk, "Look, he offered us everything!" A tremendous load of empty, unloving "everything." "Have you lost it, Jake?" she demands, standing and making a motion towards the outside world. "This is the same guy you were chasing not too long ago!" She's right, of course. But, I was blind then. Anger - and its misbegotten spawn hatred - will do that to you. "We won't.... He can't make us..." I fumble for words. Then, I find them and tell her gently, "We won't do anything really bad for him or anything, Trina... Just get back at the Enforcers... then be done." Trina sighs and rubs her eyes, asking the question I dread most. "Get back at them... how? They're our city's protectors." Her voice quivers. "And... what if he performs a double-cross? You ever thought of that?" The quiver is filling with a steel I've heard in her voice only on rare occasions. Only when she is deeply wounded emotionally and duty demands she not show it. "This guy's the most wanted kat in the city, Jake." Her voice is firm. "I don't know how," I mutter, irked by the questions. I don't want her questions. I want her support. "Show them up at fighting crime. Something to make Feral pay for what he did!" She stares at me blankly, unbelieving. "Show them up? As in...?" She breaks off, just looking at me, those beautiful eyes etched with worry. "You've *lost* it, Jake." Suddenly, I want her to understand so bad. I *need* her to understand. "Trina, we have to do... SOMETHING! You think Chance or I can bear just working in that miserable scrapyard for the rest of our lives?" Surely she can see. "No, I don't think so." Her voice is soft. Then, her eyes blaze with anger. "Still, it doesn't mean you had to strike a deal with this creep!" Her voice rises. "Jake, the guy's a nefarious villain the Enforcers and the MBI** have been after for the past who knows how many years!" She points a finger first in my face. "You stick to this... this... deal, *you're* gonna have your faces on wanted posters right next to *his*!" Now, the accusing finger swings away from me, pointing to an imaginary poster on the far wall. "Trina... It's not like we sold our souls!" I shout. Couldn't she see?! She growls softly. "In my opinion, you did." That one hit home like a slap to the face. "Trina!" I gasp. I did *not* want to hear her say that because I knew she was right. I'd already told myself the same thing... And then, convinced myself that I was justified. I'd already lied to myself. And, I'd already started believing my own lies. "It's not like that..." I stammer, trying to find a way to make her see. "It...." But, only the hatred in me believed the lie. Nothing like that lived in *her*. Nothing so dark. Nothing so willing to take any excuse. "It's what?" she demands. "It's the most ludicrous thing you could've done? No? It's *the* *stupidest* thing you could've done?!" I growl. Not the growl of a word, but an uncivilized growl of anger. For the first time showing the fury that's been building in me since Chance and I were fired. "It is the only way," I state softly. That dangerous softness. That quiet before a storm. "No, it's *not* the only way," she returns, equally quiet. But, her calm is that of one determined to save someone. To pull them back to safety. "You can't hand yourself into this creep's paws. Not you, not Chance." Her voice darkens. "Jake, you're gonna get yourself *killed*." "No one's gonna get killed...," I growl before hissing under my breath the thought that has been only a heartbeat from making itself known. The depths of where the hatred has taken me. The extent of my thirst for vengeance. The thought I'd been hiding from my own conscience. "Except maybe Feral...." "You're going to *kill* Feral?!" Her eyes are huge, her face horrified. I should comfort her. I should take it back. I should never have said it. Never have thought it. But, I can't. I took one step too many down the road. The hatred is starting to control me. And, I find myself snarling back at her. "Well, he'd deserve it!" "You're *insane*!" she cries, disbelief written on her face. "INSANE?!" I stare at her incredulously. Clearly, she can't see. "What?! You want me to spell it out for you?!" she snaps. "No, not really," I retort, shaking with anger. She can't see. "Cuz it wouldn't matter anyway. We made the deal. We're doing it." I glare at her, daring her to defy that. Daring her to question my decision. She shakes her head, trying to control tears even as she growls at me softly. "You're insane." I can't take this. Not from Trina. I thought she of all people... "I am NOT insane!" I roar. She leans back a bit, but holds her ground. "Well, you're certainly *not* right upstairs, either." I won't listen to this! I *can't* listen to this! Or I'll realize she's right. And, the anger doesn't want to let go. I *will* see this through. "I am NOT insane!" I shriek, slapping her across the face. She takes it, stepping back a few feet and turning her head away, a hand to her face. She never expected that kind of violence. Not from the Jake Clawson she knew. Not from the kat who sobbed as a kitten when he accidentally killed a squirrel. Not from the kat who accepted bullies' abuse when he had the skills in martial arts to wipe the floors with them. Not from the gentle kat who rarely had an unkind word. Not from the kat I was back then. For my part, I find myself looking blankly at my hand. Did I just... *hit* Trina? She stands apart from me, shaking. I watch, numb, as she tries to control her tears, but finally lets them go, teeth clenched. And, I'm suddenly filled with the urge to go over there and hug her tight. To promise I'll forget the deal, everything, if she will only forgive me. Her small frame shudders. She never once looks at me. "Get out," she whispers. I feel my heart shatter. Feel my world pulling apart. "Trina..." I start, uncertain what to say. I'm interrupted as the communicator Dark Kat gave me beeps urgently from my belt. Trina's ears prick to the sound. "Just get out." She begins to cry in earnest. "It seems your "duty" calls anyway." I try to speak. Try to deny it. Try to go to her. But, I can't. Lost, I stumble out the door, pulling out the communicator. Before I can even mutter a "Yeah?", Dark Kat's voice informs me that it's time to get ready. I respond with an affirmative and nod mutely to myself. The bridge is crossed. But, I have to look back. My eyes are pulled back.... to her. She has her back towards me, but slowly turns to look at me over her shoulder. The fur of her face is matted with tears. The place where my hand struck her still flushed with color visible even through her fur. Staring at her, I feel a lump in my throat. I try to speak. It is no use. I hang my head in defeat and leave. I can only hurt her more by staying. I am not the Jake Clawson she knew anymore... and there's no sense in pretending. The dream ends and I find hot tears soaking my pillow. Why? Why was I so blind? I lost Trina. I lost Chance. And, I lost myself. And now, I've lost the fury that seemed worth it all. In its place is a hole, a void. It's been growing for a long time. You see, it's all that the fury ever was. --------------------------------------- To Be Continued... We will NOT leave it there! * - by "litterbox" I mean a normal commode/toilet, not a literal box filled with sand. I assume "litterbox" is, if not a universal kat term, at least a slang phrase or MegaKat colloquialism for the toilet. ** - the MBI is the MegaKat Bureau of Investigation, an organization created by Sage SK and, like Trina, seen in her fanfics at http://www.geocities.com/bolivianita. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ From - Thu Mar 01 20:52:27 2001 X-Apparently-To: skdigests@yahoo.com via web6401 Received: from f19.egroups.com (64.211.240.234) by mta229.mail.yahoo.com with SMTP; 20 Feb 2001 02:32:42 -0800 (PST) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-160504-94-982664988-SKDigests=Yahoo.com@returns.onelist.com Received: from [10.1.4.56] by f19.egroups.com with NNFMP; 20 Feb 2001 10:29:48 -0000 MIME-Version: 1.0 Message-ID: <982664988.413.85606.l10@yahoogroups.com> Mailing-List: list SWATKats_FanFic@yahoogroups.com; contact SWATKats_FanFic-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list SWATKats_FanFic@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: 20 Feb 2001 10:29:48 -0000 From: SWATKats_FanFic@yahoogroups.com Reply-To: SWATKats_FanFic@yahoogroups.com To: SWATKats_FanFic@yahoogroups.com Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Digest Number 94 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mozilla-Status: 8000 ------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor ---------------------~-~> eGroups is now Yahoo! Groups Click here for more details http://click.egroups.com/1/11231/1/_/450812/_/982664988/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------_-> FAQ/ Rules: http://www.swatkats.org/SKListArchives MKC BlackNet: http://www.swatkats.org ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There are 3 messages in this issue. Topics in this digest: 1. BlackNet Update (SWAT Kats Fic) From: Rauhnee Ranshanka 2. (NEW).(Descent:TheBargain).(0/1).(PG) From: "Kristen L. Sharpe" 3. Sorry... From: "Kristen L. Sharpe" ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2001 14:07:16 -0800 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: BlackNet Update (SWAT Kats Fic) 3 new stories by 1 author in the land of SWAT Kats Fic. http://www.swatkats.org/ By Wielder (under All, Adult and Slash) Mainstream: Xtra Chapters: The Storm by Wielder NC-17: M/M, Jake/ Feral, Khan/ Chance, Bondage On a dark and stormy night ... Mainstream: Clone Saga 4: Revelations by Wielder The guys tell Kahn and Feral about the clones. Not good. Mainstream: Clone Saga 5: Final Revelations by Wielder Break Out! and the clones true origins. -- ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 2 Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2001 03:40:43 -0000 From: "Kristen L. Sharpe" Subject: (NEW).(Descent:TheBargain).(0/1).(PG) Title: Descent: The Bargain Authors: Kristen Sharpe and Sage SK Emails: skgirl@hotmail.com and sagesk@hotmail.com Rating: PG Status: New - Complete Date: February 19, 2000 Archive: No Category: Drama/Episode Related/Alternate Universe Series/Sequel: They That Walk in Darkness Sequel to "Descent: No Going Back" Warnings: None Disclaimers: The SWAT Kats belong to and are copyright Hanna-Barbara Cartoons. They are used without permission. Notes: Like the first "They That Walk in Darkness," this is something of an experiment. Comments and constructive criticisms gladly welcomed for both. Summary: As his partner remembered his personal descent into the darkness, the other Dark SWAT Kat remembers that fateful deal with Dark Kat. Title: They That Walk in Darkness Descent: The Bargain Authors: Kristen Sharpe and Sage SK Date: February 16, 2001 February 19, 2001 Kris's Note: The second installment of "They That Walk in Darkness." It should be noted here that parts of this fanfic may not perfectly conform to the rules of grammar. If you've read the first installment, you can tell that, obviously, the style requires almost as many sentence fragments as complete sentences. These stories are not intended to read like a carefully written thesis. They are intended to sound like the rambling thoughts of the characters' minds and to be written in the characters' voices. Thanks again to my co-author. What would I do without the late night chats that keep me up to finish the art project inevitably perched on my lap as I type? Sage SK's Note: Part two! Whoo hoo! Yes, I'm having a lot of fun with this current plot, and I hope the readers enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed the role-playing itself. ;) --------------------------------------- The old guard still thinks I'm up to something. I can tell by the narrow-eyed look he gives me everytime I'm escorted back from the yard. Everytime I return docilely to my cell and no heads have been bashed. I did that a lot when they first brought me here. When the inferno was still raging inside me. Beating the other prisoners senseless was a way to release it. Getting in a good beating before the guards could pull me off was a welcome challenge. The fire inside me is gone now. Not that the old kat on the other side of the bars is likely to believe it. But, it is. In fact, I think *all* the fire has gone out of me. You could put me in the cockpit of a jet right now and it wouldn't help. Couldn't coax back the old rush. Couldn't excite me. In all truth, I think I'd cry. Because I abused it. I made the dream into something twisted and wrong. I was given a chance. An impossible one. And, I blew it. Not Feral. Not Jake. Feral fired us. But, I'm the one who told Jake we should hear Dark Kat out. I made a deal with Dark Kat. I pledged to work with - no, to work *for* - the same kat I once hunted. It's my fault. I pulled us both down. Let Dark Kat lead us both into his web of evil. I can still see his eyes gleaming out of the darkness. Can imagine them right here in the cell. Boring into me. Like they did that night he found me and Jake. The night we sold our souls. The anger was there then, but nothing like what it became. Nothing like the monstrosity Dark Kat helped me shape it into. Starting that night. I can relive that night even now. Slouching on the old couch my cousins gave us, I grumble, "Staying here... I can't believe that's all we could afford..." Here. The Salvage Yard. Scrap metal as far as the eye can see. "Yeah...," Jake returns, eyeing the small stack of boxes that hold all his belongings. Mine's even smaller. Jake's such a packrat. A strangely nontalkative packrat tonight. I sigh and stare blankly at the screen before me. My tiny thirteen inch TV. I'm not really interested in watching TV. Not even "Scaredy Kat." But, watching it is better than pondering how Jake and I came to be here. Better than thinking of the ways I want to maim Feral. Better than entertaining my temper, which is bad enough about little things. This time it's an inferno. An inferno that doesn't appear to have any intentions of burning out in a few hours like usual. Oh, I've simmered for a few days before. But, never *burned* for weeks. Not like this. Jake breaks into my brooding, his voice soft as though he doesn't want me to hear what he's about to say. As though he knows it won't improve my mood, but needs to be said. "Y'know... The pay we get for....," he pauses to wave a hand at the yard visible through the window to my left, "...'running' this place won't cover even the electric bill..." "I'm aware of that...," I muttered, sighing heavily. Suddenly, I find myself standing to throw a fist against the nearest wall. "I can't believe he DID that!" I shriek. And, I can't. I never *liked* Feral. But, I did think he was a kat of his word. An honest kat. Not someone who would let someone else take the blame for his mistake. Not someone who would do... *this* to us just to cover his own tail. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jake slump even further into the old, worn couch. I'm suddenly desperate. This can *not* be happening! I spin to face him. "What're we gonna do, Jake?" My voice is soft, hiding the frantic feeling twisting my guts into a knot. Am I really never going to fly again?! "We can't just put up with this place?" I meant it to be a statement. A defiance. But, it's a question. Because I'm not sure there is any way out. And, it scares me. Looking at him, I know Jake can tell. Can see the fear in my eyes as he stammers, "I don't know...." Then, his ears swivel toward the window. "What was that?" At first, I think he's trying to change the subject, then something reaches my ears. A clattering from the mounds of junk outside. "Prolly some junkyard racoon...," I hiss, but I hurry to the door to check anyway. It's a welcome change of subject. Jake follows me, muttering, "No one steals junk anyways, right?" I have to chuckle at that. Stealing junk. "In a place like this?" Correct that - stealing junk that's in the back of beyond. "I highly doubt it." "C'mon!" Jake snaps suddenly. His face is starting to stretch into a grin even as rolls his eyes. "*Everyone* wants junk! I mean, what's not to love?!" He swings his arms out in a sweeping gesture that sends the beam of his flashlight arcing across the yard. Across our highly valuable, hot black market item - junk. "You got a point there...," I snicker, cracking up. "What's not to love? Rusted nuts and bolts?" I pause. "Or is that nuts and dolts?" I ask with a grin. Jake laughs and, encouraged, keeps it up. I know what he's doing. He got me to laugh and now he's going to do his best to keep me laughing. "Hey, Chance, let's change the sign," he suddenly announces. "We're sitting on a mound of wealth that everyone wants here." He leaps onto the nearest pile of scrap, landing on the hood of a rusted car. Taking a stance, he spreads his hands out in front of his face then sweeps them out to either side as he declares, "I think we should rename it 'Jake and Chance's *Empire* of Junk'." He's killing me. That good kind of killing that involves laughing until you're wheezing in pain. "Alright! Our own little empire of rusted metal! Whoo hoo!" I cheer. "We'll be the envy of town!" As he leaps down, I offer my hand for a high four. He returns it, yelling, "Yeah!" Then, his eyes widen in shock as he looks past me. I twist to see what's got him so surprised. There, illuminated in his flashlight's beam, is a snickering pink-skinned... creature. It's cackling as though it has been laughing along with us. "What is...?" I shine my own light that way... and gasp, realizing. "Creeplings?!" Behind me, I hear Jake spin around... and gasp himself. I glance over my shoulder to see that he's illuminated more of the snickering demons on the other side of us. "And, they're everywhere...," he adds. "You don't suppose...?" I begin, my eyes narrowing as I stoop to pick up a metal rod lying in the dirt at my feet. "Dark Kat...," Jake mutters quietly. His voice is steady. But, I can still hear the fear in it. As though taking Jake's words as a cue, Dark Kat is suddenly standing in the beam of my flashlight. It's striking his mid- section, just barely lighting his cowled face. All I can see up there are his eyes. Two glowing yellow eyes staring at me from a faceless mountain of a kat. "Please pardon my somewhat rude entrance...," he says. I'm surprised. I've never heard his voice in person before. Somehow I thought it would sound more... evil, I guess. But, it's not. I can't say I find it pleasant. But, it's smooth, cultured. The kind of voice that should be sipping wine on the patio of some house with a pricetag that could set me up for life. Not bombing Enforcer facilities. But, surprise doesn't last long. I mean, there he is. There's the guy I meant to nail two weeks ago. The guy Feral cheated me out of capturing. "YOU?!?!" I roar. I can sense Jake moving ever so slightly beside me. I know he's checking for an escape route for us to bolt down the minute we get the chance. Dark Kat holds up a hand at my outburst, the other clutching a gold-capped cane. "I merely wish to speak with you." "Speak?! Speak about what?!" I snarl. "How I'm gonna pound your face to a pulp when I get my claws on you?!" "Tempting as I'm sure that is, I think I have a much better offer if you'd simply hear me out," the monster purrs. "Offer?! What's there to offer?!" I growl at him. I'm so ready to tackle this creep. "A chance to pay Commander Feral back?" he replies calmly, as though completely ignoring my ready stance. Maybe I am that little of a threat to him. That's a scary thought. But, I refuse to let him know it occurred. Refuse to show him fear. But, his words take me unaware. I blink in some confusion. Do what? "What are you talking about, Dark Crud?" I demand, stepping sideways a bit to stand in front of Jake. Somehow, I feel like I need to protect him. Like somehow the situation just got worse. But, even I don't understand how or why. I do now. And, Jake did then. He leans forward to whisper in my ear. "Let's run for it. We don't need to hear this." He knows we *shouldn't* hear it. Knows we don't need to open ourselves to the temptation. "I can supply you a jet....," Dark Kat says simply. Simply. As though he could pull a jet out of the air. "You can return to the skies and prove your worth..." His voice shifts a bit, darkens. "I'd only ask a few favors in return." I'm nodding to Jake even as he says this. I catch Dark Kat's words and my ears swivel away from Jake and towards the apparition. "A jet?" "Chance!" Jake hisses urgently, tugging on my arm. He knows. He senses it. I ignore him. Dark Kat nods to my question, his skull's face splitting in a grin. "I'd ask little in return." "What would that be?" I ask. I can't help myself. I find this utterly interesting. I'm suddenly willing to go for whatever Dark Kat's saying. Willing at least to listen. I've gone blind at this point. I can't see the danger. Idiot! Why can't I listen to Jake? Why can't I listen to the voice inside me? They both know better. They know better. Jake pleads softly behind me. "Chance, don't." His voice is desperate, but faint. I'm either blocking him out or even he's starting to crack. I'm pulling him down with me. And, the demon before us smiles. Oh, he knows. He knows he's got me. Jake is his only obstacle. He knows he needs us both. He's studied us. He's planned this. He *will* have us both. He answers my question casually, waving his free hand airily as he replies. "Just fetching this or that for me. Not all entirely legal, mind you." He grins that awful grin again. "But, you knew that couldn't be so, right?" I know. And, I ignore it. "Just what... 'items' are you referring to?" I ask quietly, stepping away from Jake. I feel him trying to come forward to speak. That's why I move. But, somehow it seems that I'm abandoning him too. Leaving him unguarded. Unprotected. The kat who has been my little brother for years now. And, I'm not protecting him. I'm not doing my job. I'm being offered something I want by this demon and I can't resist. And, I'm letting the temptation lead me away from my duty. My duty to protect Jake. And, my own morals. "Technology, weapons," Dark Kat answers me, laying his free hand atop the other on the cane. "The Enforcers have quite a few things I could use... And, I didn't think you'd mind relieving *them* of a few items." His voice becomes a purr. "We're really already on the same side. I've been against the Enforcers because their poor excuse for protection can only bring this city to ruin." He has? Well... It's true he's only attacked Enforcer targets thus far.* Maybe he's right. Maybe we *are* on the same side. I turn my head to exchange a look with Jake. He shakes his head no. I have to convince him. I mutter quickly, "What's there to lose? We won't be up in the skies again if we stay in this place..." His ears droop. He knows. He wants to fly again too. "Feral hardly deserves to be running the Enforcers," Dark Kat states quietly, interrupting us. "If you disgrace him enough, he'll be removed." He's right. It would be a *good* thing. "Well... he *did* go straight to sending us here... avoiding the court martial.... the investigation..." I stammer. Why does this feel wrong? It's true, right? Why do I feel lead? But, Dark Kat is nodding. "Feral himself has broken the law." The yellow eyes seem to glow brighter with those words. Or is it with my words? The look on my face? "I can give you the chance to both avenge yourself and rid MegaKat City of his corruption." "Corruption?" I ask. "He fired you two for his own poor flying skills, did he not?" Dark Kat replies. He's right. That.....! "Well... yes. Yes, he did," I agree. He's right. Dark Kat just nods. Even his eyes are veiled as he looks down at his hands briefly. I sense a change in Jake. A change as he finally speaks. "We wouldn't have to hurt anyone, would we?" Something in his voice. Something I've never heard before. Dark Kat shrugs. "I ask only that my requests be delivered to me without fail." An unaccountable nervousness fills me. Something's wrong. "As long as we don't put anybody on the line...," I mutter. "What you do beyond fulfilling my requirements is your own business," Dark Kat returns. He knows he has us. And, he knows kat nature enough to know that if we agree to this... If we agree to revenge now... in time, we'll do anything... Anything he asks. And, these silly questions about hurting others won't be a concern. He trusts he can lead us that far down the path. He's right. But, I can't see it. I can see only the deal. A chance to fly again. A chance to make Feral pay. It's now or never. Again, I look to my friend. "Jake?" Dark Kat too levels his gaze on Jake. "You do want to get back at the Commander, don't you?" He finally admits what's been brewing inside even him. "Yes," he says flatly. "I'm in." I blink at my partner's abrupt change of heart... and his tone of voice. Something's wrong. But, I turn to Dark Kat anyway. I blind myself again. I want this. "Alright. You got yourself a deal." "Then, a deal it is," Dark Kat returns, offering me a hand to shake. Jake takes it before I can. Again, he knows. Knows that if he waits, that part of him that spoke to me earlier will think better of it. But, we're both already silencing those parts. Already locking them away. I think only of flying again... and of revenge as I lay my own hand on top of Jake's. On top of Dark Kat's. "Very well," the demon purrs. "I'll meet you here tomorrow at roughly the same hour. Until then..." Then, with a swirl of his cloak, he melts away into the shadows. His creeplings scamper after him, giggling maniacally as they go. I find I can only stare mutely at the spot where he stood for several long minutes. Then, I shake my head. "Did we.... just do what I think we just did?" I ask Jake. "Yes," he says firmly. He's not going to be weak. He's not going to back down. He's going to carry through with this. I'm suddenly not so certain, not so strong in my decision. "I sure hope... we did the right thing...," I whisper, turning back to the garage. My partner, my friend stays behind. I glance back once to see him looking into the night sky with narrowed eyes. Jake, I pulled you down with me. Why, oh why didn't I listen to you?! Look at what you're becoming. Look at what you became the night you struck my cousin. The she-kat I know you loved with all your heart. Look at what I did. Bad enough I sold my own soul. But, I helped my best friend sell his too. God in Heaven, forgive me. I helped my best friend sell his soul. --------------------------------------- To Be Continued.... * Please remember that the time period here is years before "The Wrath of Dark Kat." We are assuming that Dark Kat has not yet attempted to drop a nuclear bomb on the city... or attempted any other highly destructive act against the populace at large. For the purposes of this story, it is assumed that most of his actions have been attacks against the Enforcers. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ Message: 3 Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2001 04:00:45 -0000 From: "Kristen L. Sharpe" Subject: Sorry... My apologies for the size of that last post. Had I realized it was so large, I'd have broken it into two pieces. I hope it doesn't bother anyone. 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