Kitty-Girl Zuo Mem – Action story by Chris Butler.

Though I was a proficient gymnast, I suffered from terrible shyness. It was extremely debilitating. Eventually, deciding that I’d had enough of always being tongue-tied in other people’s company, I went to see a hypnotherapist called Dr. Dimmings. However, after he had put me in a trance, I felt exhausted and went straight home to bed.

The next morning when I woke I still felt tired. In addition, my whole body ached and I was covered in bruises and scratches which I could not account for. Around lunch-time, on the television news, I saw a report about a burglary which had occurred in the city. The police said that the person who had carried out the crime must possess incredible gymnastic skills in order to have been able to get past the sophisticated security devices which had been active at the property. A blurry image was shown of the burglar, taken by a closed circuit camera. I was sure that the person shown in the image was myself. I suspected that Dr. Dimmings had commanded me to carry out the burglary while I was in a hypnotic trance in his surgery. However, I was afraid that if I went to the police and told them what I suspected they would arrest me. Instead, I decided to visit another hypnotherapist called Dr. O’Mara. She put me into a trance in order to find out what Dr. Dimmings had done. When I woke again a great range of physical and mental abilities were available to me. Dr. O’Mara, however, advised me to keep my newly-accessed abilities a secret. The world, she said, was not ready for this capability to be made public knowledge. She wanted to carry out some more tests on her own, following proper research procedure. She assured me that she would release information to her fellow practitoners and the world’s media gradually, so that the world could safely absorb the meaning of this breakthrough.

That was fine by me. I wanted revenge on Dr. Dimmings. I returned to his practice but he had gone. After that the city became the victim of a crime spree. I made a costume for myself. It made me look like a cat. I equipped it with special claws and began to roam the city’s roofs at night. I thought that Dr. Dimmings might have hypnotized other people and sent them out to rob for him. If I trailed these burglars after they had committed their crimes, one of them might lead me to Dimmings. In this way I found myself fighting crime. Every time a burglar or group of burglars did not lead me back to Dimmings I descended upon them and used my newly enhanced gymnastic and mental abilities to capture them. Once they were secured, I would call the police, leaving a note explaining what the criminals I had captured had done. I was always careful to ensure that I was absent from the scene by the time the police arrived. As far as they were concerned I was the only person capable of having carried out that first impossible-seeming burglary.

For months I captured criminals but the crime spree continued. At some point I learned that a personage called Mr. Big had been organizing the crime-wave. At last, one night, I followed a trail which led me to the headquarters of Mr. Big. When I entered I was set upon by a group of robed figures who seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows. These opponents were more agile than any I had previous faced. Also they possessed mental powers. I had heard rumours about these characters. They were called ‘Shadow Ghosts’. My mind proved strong enough to defeat all of them. In addition, though they were extremely nimble, I was more athletic even than they were and I eventually captured all of them.

As I was tying up my prisoners with the ‘cat-cords’ I carried for this purpose, I heard a heavy tread behind me. Turning I found myself face to face at last with ‘Mr. Big’. To my amazement, ‘Mr. Big’ was none other than Dr. O’Mara! She uttered a word which cancelled my enhanced abilities temporarily, having implanted this command word as a fail-safe in my subconsciousness so that she would be able to subdue me if I became a threat to her. She told me that she had decided I would be more useful to her as a servant. She had tried numerous other subjects but none had emerged from their hypnotic trance possessing skills comparable to mine. As she began to hypnotize me again I lashed out at her with my cat-claws, raking her face. She had not taken into account that the cat-claws were my own invention. As she screamed, clutching her face, I smashed the first heavy object which came to hand on her head. Then I tied her up and left a note for the police officers who arrived in response to my call, explaining how Dr. O’Mara had conducted her crime operation but omitting all mention of my role in the affair.