Here is the first chapter of Reality Spur, the Sequel to Broken Aftermath. This takes place six years after the events of BtCSPW and four after Broken Aftermath. You might want to read thos first.
Disclaimer: Jay Stephens owns the Secret Saturdays and its characters. I however own the plot and the OC's that go with it. I will nom your face off if you steal what is rightuflly mine. Thank you.
Summary:
Zak, Zak whatever his last name is. Is the leader of a no named gang of people refered to as 'misfits' by those who've ever known them. Three of them he's known for what seems like his whole life, since his memories of any family other than them have been whiped clean.
When he notices a familiar white haired woman, why can't he get the feeling that he knows her out of his head? At the moment however he has more important thngs to worry about, like feeding his expanding crew. The life of a theif has never been easy, and with this white haired woman and her crazy family tailing them now and again, it just made things worse.
/"A plan never survives contact with an enemy." Quote/
1-Treading through Pieces of Glass
Her silver locks flowed around her face in the breeze as she gazed upon the horizon. They'd infiltrated Weird World almost four years ago. Zak would be seventeen now… She thought sadly, her arms folded in front of her chest. They'd found nothing. No sign of life anywhere.
After all they had done, drug themselves out of the wreckage of their Air Ship, got to Argost's mansion infiltrated, and for what? A dead end.
Her brow furrowed as she tried to fight back tears. A dead end! Her fist connected with a rock nearby, cracking sounded from the appendage. Wonderful, she'd broken it; again.
They'd stopped in Venice, Italy, a local Cryptid had been causing trouble for the residents and it was up to them to relocate the frightened creature. Zak would have loved this Cryptid. She thought as she sighed, fighting back the tears that wanted to tear their way through her barrier of emotion.
She'd almost become hysterical as she sobbed when they couldn't find the children, she'd wanted to find Argost as well so she could destroy that freak of nature, but the man was nowhere to be found. It was as if no one had been there for years. The place was in shambles, things torn up beyond even the ability to imagine what they'd been, even a few doors were torn from their hinges.
Fiskerton, Komodo, and Zon were helping Doc at the moment, in fact Drew herself was on post. She was to capture the Cryptid when those four had flushed it out. Though it'd been thirty minutes since the mission had started, of course things had a way of changing plans.
Her body tensed when something appeared from the corner of her eye, it wasn't the Cryptid she'd expected to see. Her eyes widened and she had to turn and look at what it was with both eyes, just to make sure she wasn't imagining it.
Zak, it was him. She stood up immediately, the chair flipping backwards at her sudden movement, she hadn't bothered to scoot it back. She wanted desperately to call out, but what if it wasn't him?
But, but it looked so much like him! She concluded her breathing becoming unsettled. Black and white locks of spiky hair, tanned skin, and if that didn't seal the deal, the sapphire orbs he rested at something just past her did.
He was tall, and lean. But he didn't look sickly, like he wasn't eating or anything, if anything he looked well fed. He seemed to be calculating something within his head as his eyes just missed her, but had that hard look in them.
Before she could do much of anything else, she heard Doc call out to her, "Drew the Cryptid!" It took all of five seconds for that message to register in her mind, but it was enough. That amount of time was all it took for the Cryptid to go pounding past her.
She watched as Zak took notice of the creature, cobalt orbs relaxing as they settled on it, the boy ducked down just as the Cryptid flew over his head. She watched in shock as he flipped out a gun, a gun! Her boy was packing heat? Took aim and fired, the Cryptid falling to the earth upon bullet's impact.
"Nighty night," his voice had deepened significantly, she noticed even if she was at a distance. She blinked and went rushing to the 'dead' Cryptids side, even though she wanted more than anything to rush over and bear hug her baby boy.
He noticed her and he took that as a sign to get out while he could. He took off with such speed and stealth it shocked Drew, so much so she couldn't even really catch what direction the teen had went. She heard the thuds of many foot steps approaching. "Was that-" Doc didn't finish his sentence as his eyes rested the Cryptid.
For a moment it appeared as though it was nothing more than a lifeless heap. They listened as Fiskerton let out a sort of whine before garbling a few things they couldn't understand. Though they probably weren't eligible enough to understand in the first place.
But then a sign of life! The soft rising and falling of the Cryptid's chest. In fact there was nothing indicating it had ever been shot, upon further inspection on Drew's part. No bullet wound she expected to see, and no blood.
A thought crossed her mind, how had Zak gotten that kind of tech? Then a whole bunch of unfavorable scenarios played out in Drew's head. What if he was a drug dealer? That one seemed to ring out more than any others, or what if he had ties with people in the black market?
She stood and turned to her husband who she figured had been gazing at the back of her head the whole time, because when she turned his head snapped to focus on her eyes. "Was that," he began again, possibly unsure of whether or not to mention Zak. Apparently some ounce of courage flickered within the man as he finally said what was on his mind. "Was that Zak?"
"I think so," Drew's answer was bordering on a sigh. A sigh of what, she wasn't entirely sure she knew. Right now however she needed to seek comfort and so she slowly wrapped her arms around her husbands, neck burying her face between where his shoulder and neck met. It wasn't long until she felt his hands slide around her waist and pull her closer in a comforting embrace. "You think we might have finally found our boy?"
She listened as he replied with a simple grunt, his cheek resting on the top of her head as they stood there. "You going to be okay?" His voice sounded to put it simply frail, as though he couldn't believe after four years of nothing that their son could in face still be alive.
"Yeah," she murmured simply, fighting back tears. "I think I will. You?" She moved her face away from his neck, his own head rising up at her movement to look at her face. He could see tears beginning to build up within her cerulean orbs, but they were not tears of anguish, frustration, or sorrow. No, these salty trails that finally decided to break ranks and slide down her cheeks were that of hope, and joy.
Who was that? He dejectedly remarked within his mind. And why on Earth is she so familiar? Zak reminisced in his mind. He knew her from somewhere, somewhere but where? That question was nagging at his mind.
He jumped onto a nearby chimney and looked out upon the sweet sights of Venice, Italy. It'd been a good choice for him to rest up here for the time being.
Him and his crew were in need of new supplies and thankfully his connections still stood here. Course they never really could deny him for long. He was a smooth talker and could easily get his way out of just about any jam or seal any deal.
They never resulted to violence if they didn't get what they want, unless the other side started it, then that was just self defense.
Of course if you goad them into it, I guess that still qualifies at 'self defense'. Zak chuckled, though he wasn't usually the one to do anything like that. Once or twice, but it hadn't meant to get that far. That was Geoff's department when it came to goading your enemies. The boy was just a plain smart eleck. But Zak couldn't say he didn't mind having him on the crew.
A frown weaved its way onto the seventeen year old's face. There was one crew member he wasn't too sure about, Luke. The boy had just joined a few months ago and Zak couldn't say he trusted him. With how he worked the only word Zak could think of that would be kind was dirty.
His mind drifted off into more important matters, the familiar woman slowly being pushed out of the leader's mind. He had a crew to take care of, make sure they got everything they needed. And at the moment food was on that need list.
Where could they go, were no one would be suspicious of a hundred was used? Heck with how his crew ate it'd probably take at least three, especially the way Geoff ate. That boy could really pack it away, and the thing was he didn't gain anything!
He'd always be that blond haired, hazel eyed, skinny goggle wearing, almost nerdy looking boy that you wouldn't expect to have such a mouth. Man could he back up his mouth too, though Zak would never let him off on a fight alone. Unless it was one of Geoff's honor tirades or he no longer had the ability to move on his own.
Standing up and stretching for he'd been crouching to think for around thirty minutes on both the subject of the woman and food, he set off to the hideout.
Rushing forward he landed down onto the street and into a nearby alley way. Slipping past a few nasty looking thugs he knocked on a nearby door and listened as someone approached from the other side.
"The hawk screeches?" the voice he knew as Geoff's asked suspiciously. Zak almost face palmed then and there. He forgot to mention Geoff's fondness of the strangest genre of movies ever, and he'd use them at the oddest times to boot.
"When it sees Geoff's face and commits suicide?" Zak remarked leaning against the door. "Let me in." There was a long pause and then a tapping noise. Zak could just image Geoff drumming away on the other side of the door a smug look on his face followed by a witty remark.
"Is it really smart to badger the person that can keep you locked out?" Ah there it was.
"Maybe not, but I'm not one who thinks before he does," Zak replied his hand going towards the knob and jiggling it. "Now let me in."
"Say you're a pretty princess and I'll think about it," Geoff's whim sickle voice cut through the steel door airily. Zak stepped away from the door and looked up, seeing that one of his crew had left one of the warehouse's window's open.
A smirk slipped across his face as he bunched his muscles and leaped up, his fingers brushing the edge of a pipe. He latched on and hoisted himself up and towards the open window. "The predator slowly stalks his prey, finding an alternative instead of the direct approach,
he narrated softly as his fingers brushed across the ceil of the window. "He slowly draws nearer."
After getting a firm grip the teenager pull himself upwards until his knee brushed the edge of the ceil and rested there, taking the body weight off of his arms. Slowly he peered over and down until he saw Geoff's golden locks of completely messy hair. "And there it is, his prey completely oblivious," he continued to narrate. "It is a fitting in for one so low on the food chain."
His foot rested on the edge of the ceil, on the inside of the warehouse, perfect leverage. He leapt off the window flat and down upon his prey. "The predator leaps!" he howled catching his comrade completely off guard, he chuckled as Geoff let out a squeak of surprise and dramatic horror.
Geoff went down with ease and Zak managed to pin his arms above his head, in victory as the boy tried to wriggle away. Zak however was far too heavy for the boy to physically throw off and so the blonde sat there panting after his fruitless struggles. His hair messier than usual, goggles askew and eyes like daggers piercing into Zak's. "Cheater!" the blonde howled, his voice echoing through the building.
"Shut up," Zak said getting off of Geoff but extending his hand to help him up. The boy took his hand and after readjusting his goggles back onto their rightful place atop his head, he turned to Zak arms crossed in front of his chest. "We need to figure out what were going to eat, my treat."
Geoff's angered expression and bruised pride faded quickly and his eyes lit up. "Food, oh sweet gorgeous food." The teen howled throwing his arms around Zak. "You are the most amazing leader ever! And you're paying for all of us?"
[[["Yes that's right Geoff, give the yaoi fangirls what they want," a female voice snorted and the two boys turned to see Jena smirking at them.
"Hey I am not gay!" Geoff growled releasing Zak and stepping away. "What two guys can't hug without sending god forsaken messages to those with perverted minds?"
"Guys I think we just broke the fourth wall in the first chapter," Zak replied looking at his comrades. Silence filled the air for a moment and all three looked towards the readers, each blinking a few times.
"Well that didn't take as long as I thought," Geoff remarked dryly.]]]
"Okay so let's decide where we're going!" Geoff said quickly rushing towards were several other figures stood, his cheery mood flitting with him.
Okay so the few paragraphs with [[[]]] were just for the heck of it, do no regard them as part of the story. It was just for a laugh, and I had to add it. Further more, I have nothing against people who like yaoi, but I myself am not a fan. This was just because I thought it'd be funny. Read and Review, flames will be used for my new flamethrower.