Chapter one:
Zak Monday's POV.
We were far enough away from the Saturdays to keep their dimension intact, but we close enough to have a pretty good idea of where they currently were. Sorta... We were close enough to several TVs that sometimes had a segment with them featured in the background. Its kind of interesting how small this world truly is. This is a very interesting place, actually. There are strange winged bugs, and a large yellow sphere which hurts my eyes when I stare at it for to long, but I do anyway. The strangest thing of all was not being attacked by everyone who passed you by.
As a matter of fact, the most contact I've made with a person was when I 'accidentally' bumped into, and knocked over, this one girl just hours earlier. Come to think of it, she was a bit of a strange creature herself. Her lips were always pointed upward for some reason, with black-brown hair and pink bangs that was actually CLEAN, and bronze skin that wasn't scratched or anything. Though, the most interesting thing about her were her eyes. They were white, which was strange to me only because in my world, people usually had black or red, inescapable eyes that tore through your skin and bore deeply into your soul, leaving you either sad or scared.
Her eyes left a strange tingle in the pit of my stomach. The kind of feeling you would get from being gutted by someone. I mentioned it to Kamodo. He rolled his eyes and mumbled something about humans and their need for food, then wrapped his tail around my arm and led me into a square building. There was only a few people sitting on round stools sipping brown liquids from cardboard cups and chatting quietly to themselves. I sat down on one of the stools and Komodo sat next to me flicking his tail and looking around the room in disgust. Suddenly feeling bored out of my mind, I picked up a small pink envelope, tore it open, poured its contents onto the table and spread it around with my finger.
"Such a waste of- Whatever that is..." Komodo muttered.
"Sugar."
"What on Earth is that?"
"I don't know- It looks like a drug of sorts." I said, tasting a bit of it. "Its sweet- though..."
A waitress came around about five minutes after this, and oddly enough there was something annoyingly familiar about her. I looked up, wracking my short memory for a face. It was only a few seconds of searching, as my black eyes met white ones. The same white eyes belonging to the same idiotic girl from earlier. Oh great...
She asked some stupid, generic question that all waitresses ask, but I didn't bother to take note of it.
"Um, sure what ever." I mumbled, looking down at a menu and pointed at something randomly, not really caring what it was.
She smiled and turned on her heels and walked off and returned shortly with a brown circle covered in brown dots and a coffee cup full of a brown liquid. She set them on the table and patted Kamodo's head, and gave him a carrot. A freaking carrot.
"Hey, this is a criptid, correct?" She asked.
I smirked at her strange accent, but then went poker face and nodded.
"Yeah, you could say that." It was a sarcastic answer, but I'm not sure if she knew that much.
She smiled wider to the point of it almost looking painful, and fake even. Almost like something in one of those romance videos back in the Smoke World, which is apparently this world's version of horror.
"Never seen you two around here before. Do you travel?" She pressed, her voice suddenly dropping a few of its cheery octaves.
"Um, yeah." I answered, again in a sarcastic way. "Yeah I 'travel'."
"I would love to hear about the places you've been an- oh, I'm sorry." She began to laugh until her face was a soft red color. "Forgot to ask, you gotta name?"
I wrinkled my nose. What a stupid question to ask, but hey, might as well answer if it would get her off my back quicker.
"Zak, and this is Komodo." I answered bluntly.
"Nice names, I'm Macy." She said, finally letting her face fall a bit. "You pushed me earlier and said I was 'in your way'."
"Right... I guess I'm sorry about that?" I took a bite of the circle and was surprised at how sweet it was. Most food in my dimension was bitter and cold but this food was sweet and warm. I must have looked pretty stupid because Macy was giving me a concerned look.
"Got a family?" She asked softly.
"Where do you figure that I don't?"
"You look like you just crawled out of hell and you're here by yourself like that. Do you not?" Macy snapped.
I thought over her question for a minute. Now, this was a question that wasn't as stupid as the first couple. I had a family but they were all just dead weight to me. So I shook my head, and Macy clasped her hands around mine.
"Poor thing, you got a home at least?" She went on.
What was with this girl and asking questions that a normal person wouldn't? Once again though, I shook my head, trying to figure out where she was going with this.
"Well your welcome to stay with me then." She said smiling,getting up and walking to another table. Then, she suddenly stopped to speak again. "I know we just met and all but-"
She randomly cut herself off, much to my relief, and returned to her job. I stared at her for a minute, just wondering if it was possible from someone to be so naive?
Regular POV:
The boys had taken Macy's offer and were now riding in the back of her older brother's pick-up truck. All the while, the girl was mindlessly talking, ignoring her hair as it whipped around in the wind. Zak tried his best to pay no attention to whatever it was she was talking about, and instead stared out his window wishing something horrible would happen to the girl that would make her stop talking. Well, at that moment, they drove over a bump and he smacked foreheads with Macy.
"Ow..." Macy mumbled, rubbing a red mark on her forehead and pulling out a small compact mirror to examin the wound.
"Finally! She shut up!" Zak thought, far to happy to feel any pain.
Macy turned to him and smiled kindly. Her pain seemed to have been forgotten as quickly as his.
"You seem happy." She said.
"And you seem more tolerable when you're not talki-." Zak shot back, only to be cut off by a lock of Macy's hair slapping his face.
The boy coughed and sputtered before he yanked at the hair. A certain fury burning in his eyes at the mere sight of the soft, dark strands of the girl's hair in his fist.
"Would you please DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS!" He yelled.
Macy frowned and grabbed it into her own hand, quietly holding it into a ponytail as she scooted away from him. Komodo looked from Macy to Zak and angrily slapped Zak's hand with his tail. Zak hissed in pain and glared daggers down at his 'pet' with the same fury as earlier on. Something was already telling him that this was going to be a LONG trip.
"Hey!" Zak whispered, rubbing his hand. "What was that for?"
"This woman is allowing you to stay in her home, and from what I've seen the people of this world usually don't yell at their hosts!" Komodo whispered back, laying his head on Macy's lap, who then smiled and patted his head.
"Kiss-up." Zak groaned, leaning back in his seat. "Do you live outta state or is brother lost?"
Macy giggled and patted his knee in a calm and good-natured way.
"We're almost there silly, we've only been in the truck for fifteen minutes." She answered.
She answered at the exact second that her brother stopped the truck and parked in front of a small house. It was a grey painted, wooden house that had two windows on either side of a white door. The only thing that stood out about the house was the door with a gold knocker. So as far as Zak was concerned, they were going to be staying in a shack.
"Withdraw my last statement; We're here."
"Finally." Zak mumbled, twirling a finger in the air and slipping out of the truck door.
It was around nine thirty at night by now and everyone was seemingly very tired. Macy yawned and pulled a necklace out from the folds of her shirt and used the pendent to open the door and step inside. The others followed her.
"MOMMA! THIS IS ZAK AND KOMODO! THEY'LL BE STAYING WITH US FOR A BIT!" Macy shouted into the dark home.
At that shout, an older woman who looked eerrily similar to Macy, ran in. Zak felt his stomach drop at the thought of having to deal with TWO of Macy instead of the initial, annoying one.
"No yelling Macy, we use our inside voices- especially when addressing an adult." The woman scolded, then quickly looked Zak over. "Young man, not to be rude or anything- but did your mother ever have the mind to teach you what soap is?"
Zak looked down at his person. Dried blood, dirt, and scratches all littered his skin, and his clothes weren't in much better shape. Macy hadn't been kidding when she said he looked like he had crawled out of hell- Which he sorta did.
"No ma'am." Zak answered, holding his hands behind his back and rocking back and forth on his heals.
The women shook her head. Slowly, she turned back to her daughter to talk with her. The look of disappointment on her face made Zak feel at ease, as he always did have a problem with pleasing authority and adults in general.
"Go take a shower when Macy is done." She said, flatly leaving the room. "You can sleep on the couch."
"Mother, no! He's a guest! He can't sleep on the couch!" Macy argued. "He can sleep in my bed."
Her mother suddenly looked back into the room, and gave her a 'have you lost the best of your mind' type look but then nodded and left the room. With this, Macy grabbed Zak's hand and pulled him up a staircase and into a purple bedroom. She then sat him on the bed, grabbed a towel and a change of clothes, and slipped into a pink bathroom and closed the door. Komodo joined Zak on the bed as soon as the door shut completely.
"Charming girl." He scoffed sarcastically.
"This has to be our dumbest plan yet." Zak huffed. "Remind me again why we agreed to this?"
"Because we need a base and supplies if we're going to go through with my plan." Komodo said. "Try to grin and bare it, my boy."
"I'll grin and kill all of you first." Zak said, falling back onto the bed. "And if I recall correctly- which I rarely do- Macy only said that I could share her bed with her. So scram before she comes back. I'm not staying in the same room as you."
Komodo rolled his eyes, snapping his tail against Zak's wrist once again. In retaliation, Zak lifted up a stuffed throw pillow and pitched it at the dragon. Instead, it hit a lamp, and then went on in hitting the trash can. That said, Komodo took off and slithered quickly from the room. Zak sighed heavily once more, laid back on the bed and closed his eyes before drifting off.
By the time he woke up it was even darker outside. Figuring Macy was out of the shower by now, he slipped off of the bed and opened the bathroom door. He quickly covered his mouth, sucked back a breath, and blushed. Macy stood in front of her vanity mirror while towel drying her hair, all while not wearing a stitch of clothing.
Zak silently closed the door and backed away slowly. He then figured that was wrong, and jumped under the covers to fake innocence in the situation. A few moments later, Macy came back out with her hair tied back in two thick pig tails, wearing a blue tank-top and a short blue skirt now. She crawled over him and curled up into a ball facing him.
"Sorry I took so long." She muttered, closing her eyes.
"Its okay." Zak mumbled, also closing his eyes to further sell his 'fake sleeping so I didn't see anything' act.
"Tell me about your family." Macy mumbled suddenly, in a voice that was hardly audible.
"Well, theres me and Komodo- you know that." Zak started, trying to think of something else he could tell her. "We always go on crazy adventures, like once we found Atlantis."
At that moment, Zak felt something warm and soft on his hand and something on his shoulder. He looked down and saw a sleeping Macy cuddled up next to him. He smiled a tad and felt the tingles returning. Almost feeling like a knife was in him, stabbing him in such a way that his death would be swift. It was almost nice, to say the least.
The next day rolled around rather quickly as bright sun-light flooded into the room where the two teens now lay, curled up against one another in their sleep. The first to move was Zak, who found the sunlight to be rather annoying and only got up to go and shut the shades. During this time, Macy had rolled over and now took up both his spot and hers, making the anti-matter teen groan softly when he turned and saw her there.
"So much for going back to bed." He muttered, starting for the bathroom, realizing that he still had yet to take his shower since Macy spent most of the night taking her's.
Upon entering the bathroom, he took a quick look around and then shrugged his shoulders simply, not really caring much for how well kept and clean it was and instead focusing on figuring out how to work Macy's shower. Which almost seemed like it was from the future based on how complex it looked. Frowning, he turned one knob and nearly scalded his hand, an action that actually amused him quite a bit. Then, after figuring out which did what, he stripped down and took an actual shower for the first time in his life. With actual warm water, with the only down side being that all of Macy's soaps had girly scents to them. Eh, they were still better than nothing.
"Who the heck came up with the name Coconut Kiss for a shampoo? Thats freaking stupid." He ranted to himself as he changed back into his clothes, wincing when the rough material scraped at his wounds.
Ignoring them, he finished dressed and headed out of the bathroom door, where he found that Macy had left the room.
Shrugging, he followed her example and left the bedroom and headed down the flight of stairs and headed to the kitchen, where he then found his 'pet ' and Macy sitting at the table. They were both idly eating their breakfast, which was what looked to be pancakes with something blue. Probably some kind of matter fruit in them. Upon him entering, Macy looked up and smiled sweetly at him.
"Morning!" She said in her cheerful tone, waving her bit of pancake at him.
"Morning Macy. Your soap is stupid by the way." He said, a tad randomly, as he sat down next to her and swiped the pancake she had been waving.
"O-kay?" Macy frowned, but then smiled and picked up another piece. "Well, maybe it thinks your soap is stupid."
"The heck does that even mean?" He asked, "And I know its stupid. It doesn't need your soap to agree with me."
"How can soap be stupid?" Komodo muttered to Zak, frowning slightly at this very odd conversation.
"What are we even talking about?" Macy added, placing her fork down and simply tossing a full pancake at Zak.
"Soap."
A silence soon fell over the table as they all attempted to wrap their minds around this one. When they couldn't , Macy soon picked up a new conversation on a different topic.
"Anyhow, tell me about yourself, Zak." She said.
"I already did last night." Zak replied, idly biting the pancake in his hand.
"I fell asleep during it. You'll have to explain it again." Macy said, pointing her fork at him defensively.
"Fine, but pay attention this time." He groaned, straightening up a bit. "I'm 11, though you probably knew that already. The thing sitting next to you is my travling 'buddy' and pet. We don't really have a family which is one of the reasons why we are here now."
"Why do you two travel?" Macy asked suddenly, seeming very interested in what little information she had been given.
"For fun." Not a complete lie.
"What happened to your family?"
"They died." Eh, sort of a lie.
"Oh, thats so sad." Now that was complete bull-crap, not that Macy knew that or anything. "How did it happen, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I do mind, and if you must know, it was an accident." He thought of a quick lie that would get Macy off of his back. "A landslide accident in the Aztec area- thing. Really messed up."
"Is that so?" Macy frowned, but did not push the topic further, figuring that this would be the only version of that story that her new friend would tell.
"It is. Now ask your next question before I start ignoring you." He muttered, having already finished his breakfast.
"Why are you always so crabby?" She asked in a teasing tone, just about to take a sip of her milk when it was suddenly knocked out of her hands by a fang shaped object.
"Because I'm surrounded by idiots." Zak replied as he retracted his weapon and watched the plastic cup clank onto the floor.
The girl simply rolled her eyes and got up to get a few paper towels to clean up the mess of milk with. While she was bent over and cleaning it, the male teen took his time in watching her like a pervert but then began to examine his weapon idly. It he was going to stay, then he might as well get used to NOT doing things he wasn't allowed to do here. Whatever those things may be.
"What is that thing anyway?" Macy asked from her spot on the floor.
"A fang. Ever seen one?" He replied, twirling the metal staff between his fingers.
"I've seen a fang, but never one like that." She responded, throwing her cup in the sink and the paper towel in the trash. "Why do you have that anyhow?"
"Protection. Don't ask from what or where I got it, because I'm not really sure either." With that, he aimed the fang at Macy's skirt and hit the button, succeeding in hiking it a bit further up her leg just to annoy her.
Macy reacted in the correct fashion, with grabbing the end of the fang from her skirt and forcefully pulled it out of the other's hand. With it firmly in her grip, she walked over to him, and smacked his hand hard with it.
"Touch me with this again, and its going some place painful." She grunted, placing it down on the table and taking a a few steps back to wait for his reaction.
"Geez. Is someone on their period?" Big mistake on Zak's end, as this resulted in another hand slap. "Okay, okay, done with the teasing for now."
"For now?" Macy huffed, folding her arms over her chest.
"Yes. For now." Zak confirmed as he stood up and folded his arms as well. "And what are you going to do about it?"
"Lucky for you, I have work now. So I'll have to deal with you when I get home." She grunted, quickly turning on her heels.
"And what are we supposed to do while you're gone?" Zak called after her in annoyance.
"It'll only be an hour and a half. Theres a TV in the living room if you want to watch it." She called back.
"And I don't."
"Then go outside and get some fresh air." Macy replied, opening her door and stepping outside. "And try to stay out of trouble while I'm gone."
"No promises." Zak muttered, turning to face where Komodo had once been, only to find that he was now in the livingroom with the TV turned on. "What on Earth are you doing!?"
"Watching the news, of course." He replied, turning up the volume. "And you?"
Zak took in a deep breath, about to reply with something snarky, only to find himself seated onto the couch next to the other and frowning as he leaned back into the couch and watched the news with him. The story they were covering was about a group who refered to themselves as Secret Scientists.
