In this chapter I am aiming for a transition from Robin's point of view on to Jake's. Anyway, I hope that this chapter somewhat clarifies what went on near the end of chapter one. Also, stick with me all the way through, this may be a long chapter!
P.S. : I want to let you guys know, this is being told by a different person than in the first chapter and he has amnesia and can't remember life previous, but is still familiar with things like family and home, and whatnot.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Swat Kats, the only thing I own here is the Alternate Universe(and not even much of that, just my 'version' of life before the series starts(and then some)) and of course my OC, Robin. (Who just died in the previous chapter :( (although he will still be involved in this story and you'll have to figure out how on your own.))
Chapter 2: The Meaning of Death
My eyes were still wide from shock, but I didn't understand why. I sat up, an involuntarily hiss escaped through my clenched teeth as I felt the sudden flare of pain in my lower back. 'Why did I do that? That had to be the dumbest thing I have ever done.' I mentally grumbled, not expecting a response.
'Well I freaked out, I mean my,... I guess I should say 'our', arms are covered in fur.' muttered the voice from my dream. The response took me completely by surprise and silenced me. My jaw working uselessly, trying to form words as I sat there flabbergasted.
"Huh?" I finally managed to say. Searching my mind I felt another very familiar presence. Another second passed and I remembered that it was the other young man from my dream. After a few more seconds of silence, I felt embarrassment. I could feel his emotions. He felt very out of place and confused, just like me. I took a moment to calm my self so that I could reply and take some of the awkwardness out of this situation.
'Well, yeah. Isn't that normal?' I thought, pushing the mental sarcasm to the still unidentified other person; the voice of my thoughts reflecting that of my physical voice, not to mention the fact that it was also shaking with shock; completely making my attempt at sarcasm useless.
'Not where I came from.' he replied equally mystified. I cocked my head to the side, still trying to fathom how someone was unable to comprehend fur.
'Where did you come from, and who are you?' I implored. 'This is getting weird.' I thought, trying to hide that particular last thought from the other entity.
'You're telling me.' he replied, obviously hearing the thought I had tried to hide. 'Anyway, my name's Robin and I came from a place called Earth. What's your name, and where are we?'
'Hey I thought I was asking the questions here, but if you must know, my name's Jake. Although something's bugging me. I mean if you're from Earth you should know about the fur on our bodies, all kats are born with it on this planet.'
'I'm no kat. I'm human. Besides, right now you should probably get up. We can discuss alternate realities later.' he replied. Tossing the idea out of my mental window I complied, swiftly dislodging myself from the tangle of sheets on the floor. Standing up I started rubbing my rear, where I had taken the brunt of the fall.
'You're so lucky my tail didn't get squashed when I fell, I would have mentally murdered you. On that note, how did you get me to fall down? I wasn't all that surprised, unlike you.' I wondered, while still rubbing my sore back end.
'Beats me! But if you want me to take a guess, I would say I can only influence what you can do. That would mean if I get super surprised, you will too, to a lesser extent... or something like that.'
'Makes sense.' I said.
I turned around enough to allow myelf to take a seat back on the bed. When I sat down, the mattress springs gave a loud squeal of protest, making my ears twitch in annoyance. I reached down for the covers on the floor and as soon I pulled the sheets back up onto my body, I heard the tell-tale pounding sound of someone running up the stairs.
"Hon'? You okay?" a woman's voice called up from the stairwell amidst the pounding of her running.
'Who's that?' Robin asked in my head.
'It's probably my mom.' I replied. 'She must be coming to check up on me. After all, I am sickly, so she's probably worried I tried to go to the bathroom on my own, fell down, and died.' I replied in jest.
'She'd flip if she found out you really did die.' Robin said, voicing my main concern.
'Oh yea, I can foresee one mega-sized hairball coming from her; she's likely to freak out that bad. That's why I'll keep it a secret for now.'. I didn't get a reply from him, but I could hear his laughter echoing through my head, and that was a pretty weird feeling.
My bedroom door creaked open and my mom's head poked in. When she saw me sitting on my bed her expression changed from her usual worry to a comical relief. I gave a small smile as she came in the room.
"Hey kitten, what's going on in here?" she asked in a hushed tone. As if talking louder would break me.
'That nickname makes so much sense now...' Robin said out of the blue. Ignoring his goofy comment I instead turned my attention back to my mother.
"Oh, I um... fell out of bed." I admitted.
"What were you doing to fall out of bed?" she pressed.
"I was having a nightmare."
"What was it about?"
'Oh yeah, some nightmare.' Robin muttered.
"Hush." I said, voicing the word aloud accidentally.
"Hm?" my mother asked while giving me a scathing look, one eyebrow raised imploringly. "What was that?" I gasped in mute horror and clammed up, my ears flattening themselves against my skull. 'Had I said that out loud?!'
'Oh yes, that was very much out loud.' Robin antagonized, 'And you're gonna be in trouble for that.'
"Oh it was nothing mom, a slip of the tongue. I'm sorry and I swear it wasn't aimed at you." I apologized, relaxing a little as she went back to being concerned.
"Oh it's okay. Well, since, I'm up here, are you feeling okay? Still sick?"
"Actually no, I'm feeling fine." It was actually the first time I had thought about whether or not I was sick.
"Well, just to be sure, I'm going to check you for fever." she said as she pulled her head out of my room and closed the door. I heard her as she walked across the hallway carpet, shuffling as she went across the hall and into the bathroom.
'This is odd, one moment I'm on my deathbed, sicker than I've ever been. Then I wake up after dying and bam. Just like that, I'm okay. I know you're involved in this somehow.' I thought. Robin was quiet for a short while, but I could hear his thoughts as he pondered what had happened. They were vague and uncoordinated. I could feel gratitude, hate and relief as he thought about his day previous to death. The line of emotions he felt throughout the day quickly came to hope, regret and then sadness, a complete and defeated depression. 'Oh, man, that's a lot to feel all in rapid succession. It sounds like you were going through your own fair share of hell.'
'It's not a problem; it's just kind of sad how I died. I know that if it wasn't for James I would probably still be alive. But, that's not the deal either. I feel like i died for a reason, that I wasn't supposed to exist. How could that be true?' he asked, showing a more serious side to the Robin I was getting to know. This time I was quiet, and I sat there not speaking until my mom came into the room with a thermometer.
"Here, let's check your temperature." she said softly as she entered my room. Completely in my room I could actually see her face. The fur beneath her eyes had turned a dark brown in a straight line down both of her cheeks. She had been crying...
'Could that mean what I think it does?' I asked Robin.
'I think so...' he replied solemnly.
With that we both knew, that this wasn't just some odd dream come to life. Robin himself was living, er... he was proof enough. But seeing my mom's tear streaked face, Robin and I came to the harsh conclusion. We had both died last night and it was a very big deal. One of us had come back to life, and I was the lucky recipient of a second chance. The sad thing was that now, we had to figure out how to cope and I had to somehow, help Robin cope. After all, I had stolen his life. And how fair was that?