CHAPTER 5: A MISSION
My eyes flew open and I looked around wildly. A sheen of sweat was on my forehead and I wiped it away.
The clock read nine fifteen so I pulled myself out of bed and headed for the shower.
Thirty minutes later I was finishing my hair when Chris entered. She was dressed in shorts, a tank top and black boots. Her hair was in a braid that went down to her waist.
"You slept late."
"I know." I ran a comb through my long hair and winced as I struggled with a knot.
"Vanessa missed you at breakfast. She was pouting through the entire meal because she missed her favorite sister."
I hissed as the comb came in contact with another knot. Grr! Stupid, stupid hair! I tugged and the knot threatened to take all my hair with it. I sighed and threw the comb to the floor. Chris chuckled and picked up the comb.
"Need some help?" She offered.
"Please?" I said gratefully.
She stood behind me and began to run the comb through my stubborn hair. The comb caught another knot and I mentally screamed. This day was not starting out as I planned.
"Allright Micha," She said as she put the comb down, "What look are we going for today? Flirty? Bold? Daring? You name it and I do it."
"Just my usual style V."
"You're no fun."
"I try. Thanks."
She pulled a hair.
OW! She did that on purpose!
I rubbed the back of my neck and moaned.
I glared at her.
"You burned my neck while you were straightening my hair. That's what's wrong!" I yelled.
"I said I was sorry. It's not my fault your hair is almost the same color as your fur. How was I supposed to know the difference?" She said innocently.
I snorted and rolled my eyes.
"Does Dark Kat have a mission for us?" I asked, eager for something to do.
"Yes, he does. That's why I came to your room. He wanted me to come and get you so he doesn't have to explain everything three times."
Maybe a nice quiet mission would help me clear my head.
Three Hours Later
I threw my helmet to the ground in anger, not caring when it became cracked.
Easy mission my tail! All we had to do was get the stupid watch from that creepy undead little gnome who calls himself The Pastmaster. Simple right? Wrong.
As soon as we confronted him, he said the only way he would even think about parting with his precious pocket watch was if we gave him some she-kat named Queen Callista. We don't know anyone named Callista. We don't even know any queens!
Needless to say he wasn't happy when we refused his demand to bring him this she-kat. He summoned dinosaurs and dragons and sent them after us. We had to jump out of the way to keep from being crushed by their giant feet.
After two and a half hours of battling them, his creatures finally got the message and headed for safety. Once the minions were taken care of, we just had to deal with the master. The Pastmaster that is.
Vanessa and Chris caught the little gnome and pinned him to the ground.
I snatched the pocket watch and, when he tried to get it back, growled at him to back off or I'd destroy it. That got his attention and he stopped trying to reclaim it.
"Let's go." I ordered.
When we finally reached our bikes the three of us were completely exhausted. Apparently not all of The Pastmaster's monsters had fled. There was one left.