A Dark Horizon - A "Krypto the Superdog" Fanfiction

Title: A Dark Horizon
Author: Dogi9
Synopsis: Krypto turned Evil and destroyed Metropolis. Six Years later, Andrea is trying to figure out why.
Rated: T. Dark Themes and Mentions of Character Deaths.

CHAPTER THREE

To the untrained eye, she would have been a Shadow. But she was more than a Shadow. She saw and heard everything. With the state everything was in, it sometimes frightened her, although she would never admit it.

At first she thought the building was empty. Its inhabitants were long dead. But she was surprised to spot a familiar scaly figure occupying a cage sitting in the corner.

The figure turned to her and snarled, "Who's there? To whom do I owe this displeasure?"

Ignatius, the "Pet" of was once a lazy pile of scales. He was jolted from his life, however, when Krypto attacked him during the first rampage of Metropolis. No one was sure what he did, but Ignatius was rendered blind by what appeared to be burn marks. He wasn't telling how it happened and no one wanted to ask.

The Shadow let out a nervous purr, "Ignatius, It's me, Isis. I've-"

"Isis!" Ignatius spat. "You no good coward. While everyone else was fighting Krypto, you were hiding in your 'secret lair'" He recited the last part with extreme distaste.

Isis felt herself bristle, "and look how far fighting got everyone. No one cooperated with one another. The Dog Star Patrol only lasted a day. Bat-hound didn't last very long, and Supercat practically died!"

Ignatius twitched, "What do you mean? Supercat DID Die!"

Isis' frustration was immediately replaced by fear, "You're right Ignatius, my tongue slipped."

Ignatius stood still for a minute before he turned away from her voice, "Why are you here?"

Isis took a deep breath, "I need to know why Krypto didn't kill you."

Metropolis, March 15, 2006

Ignatius stood up and yawned; letting his scales reflect the sunlight streaming into the window. He had just eaten more Lasagna than Garfield could ever manage. But he was once again hungry. He was in the mood for popcorn.

Checking to make sure the room was empty, he slipped out of his cage. Once he entered the cabinet, he wedged open the door next to the oven, where the popcorn was kept.

Today's not my day, Ignatius thought to himself, as he survey's the contents of the cabinet. There was no microwave popcorn, only the metal basket kind that could only be popped over a flame.

Ignatius sighed; He'd gone back in time! He'd invented a hair growth formula! Why couldn't he make a fire?

Ignatius glanced up at the knob for one of the stoves front burners. It was worth a shot.

After several failed attempts to turn the knob by jumping, he climbed up the cabinet until he was sitting on the countertop.

He froze. What was that noise? Was it? Ignatius paled.

It was screaming.

Before he could make a move, the building shook and flash of gray crashed through the wall.

Two second later, his face was pressed against the stovetop.

He recognized the voice, but he couldn't believe what it was saying, "Hello Ignatius." The voice began, it's cold, unfeeling tone sending shivers down his spine, "How does it feel to know your going to die."

"Krypto?" Ignatius said, frightened, "What are you doing?" Forcing himself, he looked up.

He saw a pair of blood red eyes.

It would be the last thing he would ever see.

Krypto knocked Ignatius back into his previous position, cackling, "I'm sick of saving lazy-" Ignatius coughed from the dust released from the destruction of the wall, "-who are to lazy to do anything but practically volunteer to put themselves in danger." Ignatius knew he was grinning, "Since their volunteering, I decided to do a public service."

"You're sick" Ignatius spat.

"You might want to be a little nicer to your executor. Not that it will make any difference. Your boss was simply peachy, so I cut him up and served him with cream."

Ignatius felt like he was going to be sick. Mr. couldn't be dead! But he knew that Krypto was telling the truth, "What are you going to do to me?" He asked boldly.

"This."

Ignatius never screamed so hard in his life. Krypto had turned on the burner.

Ignatius had to face the truth. He was going to die in this kitchen. He always thought he would, but from too much garlic.

All of the sudden, he felt the flames stop. The pain didn't go away, but he was no longer being barbequed. He heard what sounded like a scuffle in the background.

"You can't do this!"

"But I am! You are! Were are the same!"

"No we are not. Both of us can think for ourselves. We're two voices in the same head. Surely that means we're separate!"

"No! It just means we're crazy!"

He heard the sound of paw steps.

"Great! He's already dead! I wanted to watch him suffer!"

"You monster!"

"There's no use in insulting yourself."

Both voices fell silent. Ignatius decided it was safe to play 'alive'. He opened his eyes.

He couldn't see anything.

Nor would he see ever again.

Sorry it's been so long since the last update. I wrote this during the summer and didn't have internet access to update it. I have no clue when the next update is happening. It could be next year for all I know. Oh, and Thanks to acosta perez jose ramiro, Nightw2, Empress Caroline of Tamaran, and MOJOJOJO22 for reviewing.