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 Post subject: Tear in the Sweater [WiP]
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Hi all, I'm writing a story inspired by Talespin (whopee!) It's not yet finished but I figure it would be a good idea to have it critiqued/or at least commented on, so that I have an idea if its going in the right direction or not. This story was meant to be a short story(no chapters) so hence why i'm not doing it on fanfiction.net XD I was supposed to but the chapter parts will throw me off track and each chap will look short XD EDIT: Actually this thing is starting to feel like a long short story XD

Basically, this is a story of Kit's past. Generally the plot will focus on how he got that sweater of his.

Usual disclaimers: I do not own talespin nor any of its characters. This is written for entertament purposes and will not be used to get money in any way shape or form.

A faint echo from the propeller of an aircraft rumbles high up in the night sky. The stars shed their weak light down into the alleyways and streets of the city. Distant thunder bellowed and the raindrops pelted the concrete. Water flooded the streets and alleys, lapping at the base of the street lamps along the sidewalk, the rubbish bins that lined the alleyway, and even a small figure that sat huddled among shiny plastic trash bags.

The small figure was drenched in rainwater which made his dirty matted white shirt clung to his body. It was a dark brown bear cub. He held his knees close to his chest, embracing them with all his might trying to curl himself up tighter. His forehead rested atop his knees as the rain poured cats and dogs. No shelter protected the child from the cold wind that blew against and enveloped his body. Shivers rippled through his body while his stomach complained with hunger. He kept his eyes shut from the wind and rain blowing against his small body. Thankfully sleep pulled away his weary consciousness from his fatigued body

“Tally ho we’ve got company!” a pilot called out through the radio. He swung his TP-17 fighter plane to face the opposition. His wingman followed suit. Behind them was a transport aircraft delivering special supplies and items for Khan Industries. The bulking cargo plane [replace] tried to race away across the vast ocean. The remaining two planes flew alongside the cargo plane to protect it. One flew along its right and the other climbed high up to cover it from above.
To the south, four CT-37s flew into the scene making their way to intercept the cargo plane. The lead plane of the formation was a sleek black triplane with red highlights. It’s pilot leading on his comrades to the target. The pilots from escorting the Kahn cargo ship heard a call over the radio which most probably came from the lead plane demanding for “unconditioning surrender” as the pilot said.

The lead Khan Pilot grits his teeth and openly challenged the hostile, “Try again next time, air pirates! Today you go home with lead in your wings.” The black eyes of the pilot focus on the formation approaching him and his wingman rapidly. After a frustrated call the enemy pilot issued an order to his wingmen and they dispersed. The two TP-17s flew straight and true straight to the leading hostile. Guns blazed and ripped through the air missing both pilots and planes by mere inches.

The lead pilot expertly tilted the flight stick to the right and pulled back, sending the fast TP-17 into a bank and a hard turn, his eyes never leaving those pirates of the skies. He didn’t pay attention to his wingmen guarding the cargo plane. He had complete trust in them and so he could focus on his adversary ahead of him. He approached the tri-wing CT-37 variant and lined him up in his sights. Before he could release a round, a burst of bullets crackled past his plane to his left. He quickly looked up and saw that a pirate was coming down from above. His wingman, not in a good position to counter decided to push on attacking the lead plane while he tried to get away from the pirate hounding him from behind.

He pulled up the nose of his craft to point to the sky. The pirate behind him overshot. The pilot took the opportunity to flip his own plane upside down to point the nose quickly to the ground. This made it pick up speed much faster with the help of gravity. The pirate jinked left and right but the pilot chased him down neatly and fired a burst from his guns. The pirate’s left wing ripped apart and it sent it spiralling down to its doom. The pirate however was able to leap out and safely release his parachute.

“Splash one!” The pilot smiled to himself as he turned the plane around to point in the direction of the cargo plane and the remaining pirates. In his own mind he smirked as he made his plane touch the clouds at the apex of his turn neatly slicing through them as if he were surfing on water. He was closer to the cargo plane than he estimated because he was now chasing down the tail of the other pirates that went after the cargo. This pirate however had another style altogether. It jinked left and right, but slowing with every turn, making it hard for the pilot to stay behind him. The pilot made a mistake however and pulled back the throttle too much killing the engine because of the lack of fuel injected to the engine.

His plane lost speed dramatically and he did what he could to jumpstart the engine again. He angled the plane’s nose down and tried attempt after attempt to restart the engine. He was fast approaching a cloud when his engine sputtered to life and he pulled up. His TP-17 angled upwards still moving downwards someone giving the effect of drifting through the air. By the time his propellers caught the air and speed the airplane upwards, the plane looked like it kicked the clouds as it raced upwards.

However in front of him coming straight down was the lead pirate. He was directly in the hostile line of fire. His eye’s widened as the guns blazed ripping through the TP-17.


Eyelids shot open revealing black eyes that stared out in shock. Cold sweat beaded down the child’s face, clearly felt despite rain had fallen on his face the night before, his breath coming in gasps as he tried to calm down. Eventually, he stood up stretching his aching back. His shirt was still damp and it clung uncomfortably to his skin. Despite whatever may happen in them, he enjoys his dreams, wishing he could stay in it forever. But alas his hunger yanked him out of it.

He turned his attention to the rubbish bin behind him. His small body clumsily clambered over the edge and he tried to see if there were any left over scraps. Beside the alley was a restaurant that normally threw out leftovers into the rubbish bin here. But today the boy was unlucky. He couldn’t find a morsel in it.

He gently lowered himself down to the ground, deciding that he was better off looking elsewhere. The child walked along the sidewalks which were by now starting to bustle with activity. He continued to search for any place he could pick up some scraps. At a point he tried begging for food, money or anything. He didn’t care what he was given for as long as he’d feel that someone actually cared about him even for just a brief moment.

The adults just passed by, indifferent to the ten year old kid clad in his filthy white shirt that had his small palm outstretched. His black eyes looking up watching helplessly as the faces ignored the child. He had run away from the orphanage some time ago, feeling his dreams were being restricted somehow. Now he felt a bit of regret leaving behind the food, clothing and shelter of the orphanage but there’s no going back now.

As he watched with growing dismay the people passing him, he started to think that adults were not to be trusted. A cat mother and son passed by. The son was definitely cleaner in appearance and had a huge grinning smile on his face compared to the orphan. When he saw the orphan, he stopped and let go of his mother’s hand. For a brief moment they just exchanged glances. The kitten then put a hand into his pocket and pulled out a few coins.

The orphan watched in awe when he realized that the money was being given to him. Before he could get it however the mother came back for her son and grabbed him by the arm. The son struggled in his mother’s arms, saying that he wanted to help the orphan but his cries fell on deaf ears.

The young bear watched as the son was dragged away. Quickly the son turned around, still being pulled away, and with his free hand threw the coins to the orphan. The young bear cub leapt into the air and caught the coins. He shouted his gratitude and went off to buy breakfast. A smile was beaming from his face.

Considering it was only spare change from another child, the money was just enough to buy a small sandwich. He brought the sandwich away from the stall and sat down on the curb of the road. Delicately unwrapping the paper wrapping, the aroma hit his nose and the appetising scent of wheat filled his mind. He licked his lips in anticipation but before he could bit he noticed that there was a form lying on the sidewalk across the street from where he sat.

It was another street child, a dog, lying on his side with his hands clutching his stomach, and the face grimaced with pain. That pup seemed to be around three years younger than the bear cub.

The bear cub looked at the scrumptious sandwich in his hands. Hunger gripped his stomach but a sharper pang pierced his heart. Saliva threatened to drip out of his mouth but the tears but them and raced down his cheeks.
His free hand covered the sandwich in its wrapping and he crossed the street to the other child. Slowly and hesitantly he tapped the shoulder of the form lying on the ground. The pup looked up and was thrilled to find that someone was offering him food. The young child squealed with delight and thanks. The older boy could only smile, masking the sorrow and regret that coursed through his chest. He sat down next to the younger boy and watched him wolf down the sandwich.

The young bear hugged his legs as his stomach roared with complaint. He shut his eyes wishing that the hunger would leave. It didn’t help ease the pain and in fact it felt stronger than ever. He soon realized that someone was tapping his shoulder. When he opened his eyes it was the puppy, who had torn off half of the precious food and was giving it to him. For a while the bear cub only looked at the sandwich with surprise and disbelief but he eventually took the food and had a bite. The wonderful taste of food spread through his mouth as he cherished the flavour.

Then the young boy to his right said, “Mark.” The older bear cub looked at the puppy beside him and noticed that the puppy was pointing to himself, as if saying that he was Mark. The bear cub smiled before replying himself.

“Kit.”


Without warning, Mark suddenly held out his hands and hugged Kit. He was whispering ‘thank you’ over and over again. Kit guessed that it was probably because for the sandwich, but he also guessed that it was because the child also had the same need as him. Some degree of feeling someone was caring for him. ‘Poor child’ Kit told himself. ‘but he’s going to need to learn how to fend for himself.’ His face hardened somewhat, continuing his silent lecture. ‘It’s every man for himself out here. You must have keen senses and-’

Footsteps were approaching. Kit guessed that whoever the steps belonged to was going towards them. When he looked around he spotted a canine, clad in a business coat and neck tie. The adult had stopped a few feet away from them. Kit’s mind whirled into gear ready to flee. He leapt to the balls of his feet ready for a course of action. Mark’s trembling hand on his arm reminded Kit that there was another child that needed his help. He stood in front of Mark providing himself as a shield.

The adult had a solid wooden bat in his hand which casually fell to his side. Upon closer inspection Kit realized that the coat had been unbuttoned and the neck tie hung loose around his neck. He assessed the quickest way out of there but his options were limited considering Mark was still with him. Before anything could happen the adult raised the bat and his other hand. Kit told himself probably he could distract or take the beating while Mark could run off to safety. Nothing happened. Kit noticed that the gesture of the adult that said he was not going to do anything to them. Both his hands were raised. Kit was surprised with the change but Kit kept his guard up, a frown forming on his face and his eyebrows bunched up.

The dog looked at the Kit’s eyes and traced to where they were looking and the target was the bat. The dog slowly bent down and put the bat on the sidewalk. “It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.” Kit however didn’t drop his defenses just yet. This was the kind of people that he had given him the hardest time, those that pretended to be nice but then stabbed you in the back later on.

“I have the bat because I’m off to the field to play with my colleagues at work, we were given the day off today.”

Kit didn’t buy his story.
“Honest. I’m not going to harm you.”

Same response. The dog sighed and stepped back a few steps.

“I saw you give your food to the young pup.” The adult continued. “I admire your selflessness in caring for another…” Kit narrowed his eyes. He reasoned to himself that it was spur of the moment but the adult continued, “I’m John. I just wanted to treat you to breakfast.”

Kit felt himself relax and loosen his tightening muscles but he mentally scolded himself for letting his guard down to easily. However his body won this round because it was so hungry. Mark looked out from behind and Kit saw that his face was lit up at the mention of a meal. Kit looked back at the Canine and replied, “Fine.” He wouldn’t let his guard down.

“Great! Come on you two, let’s get you guys a decent meal.” He smiled relieved and picked up his baseball bat and led them to a restaurant. Mark ran on ahead following right behind the adult while Kit just followed, lagging behind intentionally. Walking across the street they entered a restaurant. They made their way in and were lead to a table by the waiter. The canine ordered on behalf of the two street children who were looking around from their seats at the place. Kit himself couldn’t help but look around in awe. He never ate in a restaurant before. He also noticed that there was already a half eaten plate that was in front of the adult that offered them breakfast. Apparently he had been in the middle of eating when he went to Kit and Mark. Kit rethought his trust on this man. Perhaps he really was a nice guy. He pondered until later on.
“Mind if I ask for your names?” John inquired. Kit hesitated but Mark just went ahead and told him. Kit followed.

“Mark and Kit. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” John smiled. Although the two children didn’t really understood what acquarium or whatever it was meant the tone told them that he was glad to have met them.

Fifteen minutes later their food arrived. It was a whole continental breakfast. They both had eggs sunny side up, sausages, a side of carrots, corns and peas while on a separate plate were pieces of toast. The two kids just stared at all the food they had right I front of their faces. The adult noticed the pause of the children and told them, “Go on! Bon Appetite!” He beamed a smile at them and watched them dig into the food.

Kit savored the tasty eggs, the juicy sausages, the slices of toast, even the vegetables he wolfed down. A dreamy smile was etched on his face as he kept on eating. After half an hour both Kit and Mark were leaning against the backrest of their chair with the hands on their stomachs, unaccustomed to being full. Mark looked at the other canine and gave his thanks. Kit also expressed his gratitude to the adult, all doubts and fears gone.

“Thank you, sir!”

“You’re welcome. I can’t watch kids like you starve. And please call me John.” The dog replied returning a smile. “Why don’t you guys stay with me for a while? I don’t want you guys getting sick now. There’s a storm coming in and it will rain even harder than last night.”

Kit’s eyes were wide in surprise; this was too good to be true. At that moment his shield went up again. He had to force it away with a great amount of willpower. He didn’t want to spend another night on the streets. He’ll take his chances. Both children nodded their heads eagerly accepting John’s offer.

“But wait,” Kit interrupted to flow, “aren’t you going to a baseball game?”

“Oh right!” John smacked his forehead. “I forgot! I enjoyed your company too much.” He gave a hearty laugh. “Would you mind to come with me to the game or are you guys tired?” Kit and Mark nodded saying that they wanted to watch the game. John paid the bill and lead the kids to his car. He motioned for them to sit in the back while he hopped into the driver’s seat, having set the baseball bat in the trunk, and started the engine.

“Pirates inbound!” came a call over the radio. “Bearings 3-2-0.”

“What?! Man, those pirates are attacking everyone!” The pilot of the transport shouted. The escorts in their trademark TP-17s that was used in this particular squadron digressed from their flight path and left the bomber to intercept the pirates. However the flight lead had a new aircraft, a powerful single propeller aircraft that really pulled the aircraft through the sky. It was dubbed the KF4F Bear-Cat. The plane thundered through the air hovering around the MDC-5 that was lumbering through the skies that was desperately outrunning the air pirates.

“Don’t worry cargo plane!” The flight lead reassured the tense pilot. “My squadron will wipe them out this time.” Chaos erupted on the radio frequency the moment he finished saying this sentence. The voices of his wingmen filled his earpiece.

“I’ve got one on my tail! I need some backup!”

“Don’t worry, I’m on him. Lining up for a good shot.”

“Woah! Woah! Those bullets whizzed past my canopy.”

The flight lead wanted to help out his wingmen but he couldn’t leave behind the cargo plane. It was defenseless. As if he had eagle eyes he could imagine clearly the dogfight happening on the other side of the cloud cover where his wingmen were intercepting the air pirates. His number 2 was being chased down by a CT-37. Suddenly slipping in was number 3 who started to release bursts of fire from his machine guns to try and scare the pirate off the tail of number 2. Then number 4 suddenly blew up in a fireball. The lead enemy plane flew through the explosion of the TP-17 and moved on to take down number 3 as well. His wingmen were going down one by one. Then suddenly bullets crackled past his canopy. The flight lead turned to look back and saw an air pirate right behind him. He shouted for the cargo plane pilot to break right while he broke left. The pilot flew on trying to lead the air pirate away from the cargo plane. Bullets ripped through his wings and he turned another way to try and shake him off. But the tri-wing CT-37 remained glued to his tail. More bullets ripped through the fuselage and smoke started to pour out from the engine compartment of the plane. “This is not going well!!!”

A new voice filled the radio.

“We have contacts! Squadron and Cargo plane, you seem to be in a bit of trouble there. I’ve got your backs.”

A new plane joined in the fray. It was an AP-38 Light that zoomed into the airspace. It thundered past the cargo plane and towards the unsuspecting CT-37. The tri-wing received a hard hit along one of its wing which sent it ‘limping’ through the sky, the pilot struggling to keep it level. The AP-38 flew around and lined up another shot. The Air Pirate bugged out.

“Thanks a bunch!” The flight lead brought his plane to a steady flight alongside the cargo plane. Number 2 was the only wingman that remained from the squadron dispatched for this mission. The plane was missing half a wing and the rudder was pivoting uselessly on the tail. It was wonder number 2 as able to get out alive and manage to stay afloat.

“Yeah! Maybe now we can finally deliver this package to Cape Suzette.” The cargo plane muttered in response. The AP-38 fell in formation alongside the three other aircraft as they flew off into the sunset.


John’s car stopped along the sidewalk in front of an apartment building. The afternoon sunlight flooded the street, splashed the walls orange, and reflected of the window panes. He looked into the rear seat and the two street kids were leaning on each others shoulders sleeping soundly. Mark held in his hand a baseball glove from the game and Kit was holding a baseball at in his. John’s co-workers were delighted to play a game with the two street children. The wife’s of the officemates who also attended the game really liked the two children and made sure that they were always safe. In fact Mark had fallen and wounded himself sometime in the 4th inning and he was immediately cleaned up and bandaged by the ladies as if they were his mother.

Kit awoke noting that they had come to a stop. He saw that John was preparing to get out of the car. “Glad you’re awake. We’re home.” John announced. Kit shook Mark awake and they both got down from the car. They followed John up the steps, through the main door, up the stairs to the third floor and unlocked the door to his apartment. When they set foot into the apartment John put down his things, seemingly from routine, Kit noticed, and told them to have a seat on the sofa. He’d prepare the room and beds they’d sleep in for the duration of their stay.

Mark and Kit sat on the sofa bouncing on it feeling how soft and comfortable it was. It almost felt as if they were in a family home. It was a relatively cosy for an apartment rented out by just one person. A few minutes have passed before John returned with towels for the two of them. He told them to take a shower and that their room was ready for them. Mark eagerly ran into the bathroom and took a shower. Kit only laughed as he was left on the sofa. John led Kit to the only bedroom in the apartment. Kit tried to glue the pieces together. If this is an apartment for a single person, and Mark and I will sleep here…

“Where will you sleep?” He asked John, concern prying into his voice.

“I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

“I can sleep on the sofa.”Kit interrupted, “I mean this is your house and all, and I don’t-“

“You’re too kind, Kit.” John smiled, “Don’t worry about me. You two probably have had a harsher time on the streets. You deserve a nice, soft, and warm bed to sleep on. I can do with a few nights on the floor even.” John grinned and patted Kit on the head. He turned around and left the room to prepare dinner. Happiness filled Kit’s heart. Someone actually liked him and was caring for him. That affection, maybe not familial but at least friendly, that he desperately wanted now filled his heart. He sat on the bed looking around the room. When Mark finished, a good hour later, Kit took his shower and then they had dinner. Amazingly John was a good cook as well. Mark exclaimed, “Is this guy perfect?!”

Kit recalled the comments of John’s officemates earlier in the day. “John really does have a heart of gold does he? Yeah he takes the shift of someone who has gone on sick leave or delivers lunch to everyone during a hectic day at work. Now he’s willing to watch over to orphans! Man, I wish I had his compassion towards others.” And many other things they commented. Kit noticed that when they told John, the reply that came out was humble and that he really just wanted them to have a better life at least for the mean time. He never really bragged about being friendly.

“Oh yeah.” John suddenly stood up and left his food and went to his room. Kit wondered if leaving midway through a meal was a perk of his. When John returned he had clothes in his hands. “These were from my nephew. Actually, they belonged to me when I was a kid. Long story short, I grew out of them, gave them to my nephew, he grew out of it, and now I have it back.” He laughed at the absurdity of it all. “I hope they fit you, cause they’re not going on anyone else.” He handed Mark a red jacket and Kit an olive green sweater. “This will keep you guys warm whenever you need to go out on an adventure.” Mark exclaimed his thanks and tried it on. Kit also gave his thanks and looked at the sweater in his hands. He liked the feel of the sweater in his hands and the way the light fell on it’s clean and it’s perfect condition. Amazingly despite it being second hand, or third hand, it had no signs of damage, wear or tear, any stains on it. There weren’t even patches on it to cover up any large tears. It was green throughout with the neck, waist and hand cuffs being a darker shade. He tried it on for size and was a little large, but he was still a growing bear cub.

After dinner, the two boys bid their host good evening before heading to the room leaving John to clean up the dinner table. The two kids fell on the bed, exhausted and revelling at the soft cushion that soothed their aching backs. Kit lay in bed thinking about everything that has happened today. It seemed to be the best in his life so far. He drew the woollen blanket over him. When he glanced at Mark, Mark had already fallen asleep his calm steady breathing escaping his lips. Kit couldn’t help but smile. ‘Mark will be safe here. This would be a good place for him to stay. Should I also consider?’ It was an option but he still wondered if he really did trust John. He shifted to lie on his side facing his back to Mark and look towards the wall. By the wall he was staring at was the chair he put the green sweater John gave him. After seeing it he felt his mind relax and he felt more at ease. Perhaps he did.


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This is not yet finished yet XD

I will update this in following posts. Feedback(positive or negative) is highly welcome ^^

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Very nice! Good mix of action and emotion! I especially like the dogfight sequence! Sometimes it seems like too many TS fics seem to be heavy on the drama and emotion and lack any decent amount of action. Emotion is important, but so is action. I think you got it right. I look forward to reading the next section!

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Here's an update. I'm following the style I use with my 3D conwing to show the updates so that those already following can read just the addition but if any are reading it from scratch will see the whole thing in one go ^_^

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Without warning, Mark suddenly held out his hands and hugged Kit. He was whispering ‘thank you’ over and over again. Kit guessed that it was probably because for the sandwich, but he also guessed that it was because the child also had the same need as him. Some degree of feeling someone was caring for him. ‘Poor child’ Kit told himself. ‘but he’s going to need to learn how to fend for himself.’ His face hardened somewhat, continuing his silent lecture. ‘It’s every man for himself out here. You must have keen senses and-’

Footsteps were approaching. Kit guessed that whoever the steps belonged to was going towards them. When he looked around he spotted a canine, clad in a business coat and neck tie. The adult had stopped a few feet away from them. Kit’s mind whirled into gear ready to flee. He leapt to the balls of his feet ready for a course of action. Mark’s trembling hand on his arm reminded Kit that there was another child that needed his help. He stood in front of Mark providing himself as a shield.

The adult had a solid wooden bat in his hand which casually fell to his side. Upon closer inspection Kit realized that the coat had been unbuttoned and the neck tie hung loose around his neck. He assessed the quickest way out of there but his options were limited considering Mark was still with him. Before anything could happen the adult raised the bat and his other hand. Kit told himself probably he could distract or take the beating while Mark could run off to safety. Nothing happened. Kit noticed that the gesture of the adult that said he was not going to do anything to them. Both his hands were raised. Kit was surprised with the change but Kit kept his guard up, a frown forming on his face and his eyebrows bunched up.

The dog looked at the Kit’s eyes and traced to where they were looking and the target was the bat. The dog slowly bent down and put the bat on the sidewalk. “It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.” Kit however didn’t drop his defenses just yet. This was the kind of people that he had given him the hardest time, those that pretended to be nice but then stabbed you in the back later on.

“I have the bat because I’m off to the field to play with my colleagues at work, we were given the day off today.”

Kit didn’t buy his story.
“Honest. I’m not going to harm you.”

Same response. The dog sighed and stepped back a few steps.

“I saw you give your food to the young pup.” The adult continued. “I admire your selflessness in caring for another…” Kit narrowed his eyes. He reasoned to himself that it was spur of the moment but the adult continued, “I’m John. I just wanted to treat you to breakfast.”

Kit felt himself relax and loosen his tightening muscles but he mentally scolded himself for letting his guard down to easily. However his body won this round because it was so hungry. Mark looked out from behind and Kit saw that his face was lit up at the mention of a meal. Kit looked back at the Canine and replied, “Fine.” He wouldn’t let his guard down.

“Great! Come on you two, let’s get you guys a decent meal.” He smiled relieved and picked up his baseball bat and led them to a restaurant. Mark ran on ahead following right behind the adult while Kit just followed, lagging behind intentionally. Walking across the street they entered a restaurant. They made their way in and were lead to a table by the waiter. The canine ordered on behalf of the two street children who were looking around from their seats at the place. Kit himself couldn’t help but look around in awe. He never ate in a restaurant before. He also noticed that there was already a half eaten plate that was in front of the adult that offered them breakfast. Apparently he had been in the middle of eating when he went to Kit and Mark. Kit rethought his trust on this man. Perhaps he really was a nice guy. He pondered until later on.
“Mind if I ask for your names?” John inquired. Kit hesitated but Mark just went ahead and told him. Kit followed.

“Mark and Kit. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” John smiled. Although the two children didn’t really understood what acquarium or whatever it was meant the tone told them that he was glad to have met them.

Fifteen minutes later their food arrived. It was a whole continental breakfast. They both had eggs sunny side up, sausages, a side of carrots, corns and peas while on a separate plate were pieces of toast. The two kids just stared at all the food they had right I front of their faces. The adult noticed the pause of the children and told them, “Go on! Bon Appetite!” He beamed a smile at them and watched them dig into the food.

Kit savored the tasty eggs, the juicy sausages, the slices of toast, even the vegetables he wolfed down. A dreamy smile was etched on his face as he kept on eating. After half an hour both Kit and Mark were leaning against the backrest of their chair with the hands on their stomachs, unaccustomed to being full. Mark looked at the other canine and gave his thanks. Kit also expressed his gratitude to the adult, all doubts and fears gone.

“Thank you, sir!”

“You’re welcome. I can’t watch kids like you starve. And please call me John.” The dog replied returning a smile. “Why don’t you guys stay with me for a while? I don’t want you guys getting sick now. There’s a storm coming in and it will rain even harder than last night.”

Kit’s eyes were wide in surprise; this was too good to be true. At that moment his shield went up again. He had to force it away with a great amount of willpower. He didn’t want to spend another night on the streets. He’ll take his chances. Both children nodded their heads eagerly accepting John’s offer.

“But wait,” Kit interrupted to flow, “aren’t you going to a baseball game?”

“Oh right!” John smacked his forehead. “I forgot! I enjoyed your company too much.” He gave a hearty laugh. “Would you mind to come with me to the game or are you guys tired?” Kit and Mark nodded saying that they wanted to watch the game. John paid the bill and lead the kids to his car. He motioned for them to sit in the back while he hopped into the driver’s seat, having set the baseball bat in the trunk, and started the engine.

“Pirates inbound!” came a call over the radio. “Bearings 3-2-0.”

“What?! Man, those pirates are attacking everyone!” The pilot of the transport shouted. The escorts in their trademark TP-17s that was used in this particular squadron digressed from their flight path and left the bomber to intercept the pirates. However the flight lead had a new aircraft, a powerful single propeller aircraft that really pulled the aircraft through the sky. It was dubbed the KF4F Bear-Cat. The plane thundered through the air hovering around the MDC-5 that was lumbering through the skies that was desperately outrunning the air pirates.

“Don’t worry cargo plane!” The flight lead reassured the tense pilot. “My squadron will wipe them out this time.” Chaos erupted on the radio frequency the moment he finished saying this sentence. The voices of his wingmen filled his earpiece.

“I’ve got one on my tail! I need some backup!”

“Don’t worry, I’m on him. Lining up for a good shot.”

“Woah! Woah! Those bullets whizzed past my canopy.”

The flight lead wanted to help out his wingmen but he couldn’t leave behind the cargo plane. It was defenseless. As if he had eagle eyes he could imagine clearly the dogfight happening on the other side of the cloud cover where his wingmen were intercepting the air pirates. His number 2 was being chased down by a CT-37. Suddenly slipping in was number 3 who started to release bursts of fire from his machine guns to try and scare the pirate off the tail of number 2. Then number 4 suddenly blew up in a fireball. The lead enemy plane flew through the explosion of the TP-17 and moved on to take down number 3 as well. His wingmen were going down one by one. Then suddenly bullets crackled past his canopy. The flight lead turned to look back and saw an air pirate right behind him. He shouted for the cargo plane pilot to break right while he broke left. The pilot flew on trying to lead the air pirate away from the cargo plane. Bullets ripped through his wings and he turned another way to try and shake him off. But the tri-wing CT-37 remained glued to his tail. More bullets ripped through the fuselage and smoke started to pour out from the engine compartment of the plane. “This is not going well!!!”

A new voice filled the radio.

“We have contacts! Squadron and Cargo plane, you seem to be in a bit of trouble there. I’ve got your backs.”

A new plane joined in the fray. It was an AP-38 Light that zoomed into the airspace. It thundered past the cargo plane and towards the unsuspecting CT-37. The tri-wing received a hard hit along one of its wing which sent it ‘limping’ through the sky, the pilot struggling to keep it level. The AP-38 flew around and lined up another shot. The Air Pirate bugged out.

“Thanks a bunch!” The flight lead brought his plane to a steady flight alongside the cargo plane. Number 2 was the only wingman that remained from the squadron dispatched for this mission. The plane was missing half a wing and the rudder was pivoting uselessly on the tail. It was wonder number 2 as able to get out alive and manage to stay afloat.

“Yeah! Maybe now we can finally deliver this package to Cape Suzette.” The cargo plane muttered in response. The AP-38 fell in formation alongside the three other aircraft as they flew off into the sunset.


John’s car stopped along the sidewalk in front of an apartment building. The afternoon sunlight flooded the street, splashed the walls orange, and reflected of the window panes. He looked into the rear seat and the two street kids were leaning on each others shoulders sleeping soundly. Mark held in his hand a baseball glove from the game and Kit was holding a baseball at in his. John’s co-workers were delighted to play a game with the two street children. The wife’s of the officemates who also attended the game really liked the two children and made sure that they were always safe. In fact Mark had fallen and wounded himself sometime in the 4th inning and he was immediately cleaned up and bandaged by the ladies as if they were his mother.

Kit awoke noting that they had come to a stop. He saw that John was preparing to get out of the car. “Glad you’re awake. We’re home.” John announced. Kit shook Mark awake and they both got down from the car. They followed John up the steps, through the main door, up the stairs to the third floor and unlocked the door to his apartment. When they set foot into the apartment John put down his things, seemingly from routine, Kit noticed, and told them to have a seat on the sofa. He’d prepare the room and beds they’d sleep in for the duration of their stay.

Mark and Kit sat on the sofa bouncing on it feeling how soft and comfortable it was. It almost felt as if they were in a family home. It was a relatively cosy for an apartment rented out by just one person. A few minutes have passed before John returned with towels for the two of them. He told them to take a shower and that their room was ready for them. Mark eagerly ran into the bathroom and took a shower. Kit only laughed as he was left on the sofa. John led Kit to the only bedroom in the apartment. Kit tried to glue the pieces together. If this is an apartment for a single person, and Mark and I will sleep here…

“Where will you sleep?” He asked John, concern prying into his voice.

“I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

“I can sleep on the sofa.”Kit interrupted, “I mean this is your house and all, and I don’t-“

“You’re too kind, Kit.” John smiled, “Don’t worry about me. You two probably have had a harsher time on the streets. You deserve a nice, soft, and warm bed to sleep on. I can do with a few nights on the floor even.” John grinned and patted Kit on the head. He turned around and left the room to prepare dinner. Happiness filled Kit’s heart. Someone actually liked him and was caring for him. That affection, maybe not familial but at least friendly, that he desperately wanted now filled his heart. He sat on the bed looking around the room. When Mark finished, a good hour later, Kit took his shower and then they had dinner. Amazingly John was a good cook as well. Mark exclaimed, “Is this guy perfect?!”

Kit recalled the comments of John’s officemates earlier in the day. “John really does have a heart of gold does he? Yeah he takes the shift of someone who has gone on sick leave or delivers lunch to everyone during a hectic day at work. Now he’s willing to watch over to orphans! Man, I wish I had his compassion towards others.” And many other things they commented. Kit noticed that when they told John, the reply that came out was humble and that he really just wanted them to have a better life at least for the mean time. He never really bragged about being friendly.

“Oh yeah.” John suddenly stood up and left his food and went to his room. Kit wondered if leaving midway through a meal was a perk of his. When John returned he had clothes in his hands. “These were from my nephew. Actually, they belonged to me when I was a kid. Long story short, I grew out of them, gave them to my nephew, he grew out of it, and now I have it back.” He laughed at the absurdity of it all. “I hope they fit you, cause they’re not going on anyone else.” He handed Mark a red jacket and Kit an olive green sweater. “This will keep you guys warm whenever you need to go out on an adventure.” Mark exclaimed his thanks and tried it on. Kit also gave his thanks and looked at the sweater in his hands. He liked the feel of the sweater in his hands and the way the light fell on it’s clean and it’s perfect condition. Amazingly despite it being second hand, or third hand, it had no signs of damage, wear or tear, any stains on it. There weren’t even patches on it to cover up any large tears. It was green throughout with the neck, waist and hand cuffs being a darker shade. He tried it on for size and was a little large, but he was still a growing bear cub.

After dinner, the two boys bid their host good evening before heading to the room leaving John to clean up the dinner table. The two kids fell on the bed, exhausted and revelling at the soft cushion that soothed their aching backs. Kit lay in bed thinking about everything that has happened today. It seemed to be the best in his life so far. He drew the woollen blanket over him. When he glanced at Mark, Mark had already fallen asleep his calm steady breathing escaping his lips. Kit couldn’t help but smile. ‘Mark will be safe here. This would be a good place for him to stay. Should I also consider?’ It was an option but he still wondered if he really did trust John. He shifted to lie on his side facing his back to Mark and look towards the wall. By the wall he was staring at was the chair he put the green sweater John gave him. After seeing it he felt his mind relax and he felt more at ease. Perhaps he did.


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This is not yet finished yet XD

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