Hello! I'm sorry I haven't started already, cuz there's this thang called work. But here's the second story. Hope you like it! Add your ideas if possible! Here's the story now! –Cryptid123 Rawr!
P.S. Zak is whatever age he is when this is over cuz mwha cannot keep up!
The seemingly long days after the agreement to alliance were tense and tough. Even though Crystal was forced to stay at Saturdays HQ (because of the Quetzalcoatl), she kept her distance from the family, and was often found fixing her aircraft. Occasionally with shouts of "Dang it!" coming from the room, accompanied with a clatter, it was an unspoken rule to stay away. The only times she appeared was during lunch, as she got up early, and went to bed late, sweaty, grimy and frustrated. Doyle suffered the worst. He constantly found his underwear soaked in meat (unknown 'till Komodo bit him on the butt), and one day he was found with chicken feathers, the next hanging from a tree. When he decided to break the unspoken rule, and went to go confront the guardian about it, both we were seen terribly bruised, Crystal chasing him out with a huge wrench. Then one day Zak decided to break the rule. He ventured into the hangar cautiously. She wasn't there.
"Uh, Crystal? Hello?" Tools were scattered all across the room, spilled oil cans, mangled pieces of metal, and a half finished sandwich. Then he felt a shadow loom over him.
"Hello." Crystal greeted in a flat voice, thoughts locked behind her dark eyes. Zak jumped.
"Uh, hi. I thought those pranks on Uncle Doyle were nicely done."
She shrugged. "Thanks. What are you doing here?"
Zak flinched. "I thought maybe you could tell me some stuff, like…" he thought of the first mysterious flash back. "About unicorns."
She raised an eyebrow. "Unicorns?"
"Unicorns." Zak said decisively. Crystal ran a hand through her hair, picked up a screw driver, and went underneath the Quetzalcoatl. For a second Zak thought she wasn't going to talk at all.
"Unicorns are elusive creatures, as so many fairytales lead people to believe, but storytellers fail to catch all of a unicorn's persona." She began. "Sure they have powers, but I myself do not prefer to them as magical."
"So what do you refer them as?"
She grabbed a pair of pliers. "Annoying. They're life span is long, so an hour seems like a second to them, which enables them to talk for extremely long periods of time. If you save one of 'em, you get the gratitude of all of 'em, even though they're solitary creatures. And if you think they're peaceful, think again. They can be in some instances, but some, like the Kirin, are fighters. Get the whole lot of 'em angry, you have to be quick on your feet in order not to get gorged, or sent to another world, or something totally different."
"That doesn't sound too bad."
"Oh yeah? Some of the yearlings think that telekinetic food fights are fun. And all of them have a bad sense of humor. But they're not useless. They have the entire history of the world from a cryptids point of view, are able to create portals to different time waves, different dimensions, different planets. They have a limited language capability though. Some know Latin, some know Japanese, some know Chinese, all of them are required to know English, but most know Horse from birth."
"Wait. There's a language called Horse?"
"Yeah," she peeked out from under the warplane to look at him strangely. "What did you think horses speak, Gungan?"
"Oh. Do you know Horse?"
"Yes."
"Do you know any other languages?"
"Speaking of human, none except English and Latin. I can do all accents though, but I have problems with Transylvanian. Practically know all of the Animal Kingdom, except that I don't do some subdivisions of Rodent. It's too hard on my throat. I know all of the Cryptic languages, including all Alien sublanguages, except for Lemurian, 'cuz it's easy to understand them any way."
"Why do you know all these languages? You've got even more than Mom!"
"It's important that as Ambassador and Lead Keeper, that I'm able to negotiate! Most Guardians don't bother, and just learn Wolf instead. What would happen if some visiting Tetramands got into a fight with a tribe of Tapira Iuata? Catastrophe, that's what."
"Hey," Zak piped up. "Do ya wanna play video games? I got a new Street Fighter!"
Crystal hesitated. "Nah." she answered.
Darn! Zak thought to himself. I really wanted to get back on the right foot with her.
Drew peeked into the hangar, looking for Zak. "Zak, we need you sweetie." She looked at Crystal. "You can come too if you want." She offered.
Crystal slid out from underneath. "Eh. What's the problem?"
"Chupacabras in New Mexico. Dr. Cheveyo alerted us."
Crystal raised an eyebrow, and wiped her dirty hands on her already dirty pants. "Yeah. I'll come."
The three made their way to the communications database. The rest of the Saturdays were already there.
"Henry. Show the pictures you were talking about." Doc said.
"What pictures?" Zak asked.
"These ones." Dr. Cheveyo replied as a bunch of pictures showed up beside his image. "Chupacabras have been moving over from Mexico into the States. Some people have been taking pictures of mysterious men who take them away." The pictures enlargened, on showing a chupacabra trying to tug away, its neck looped in a lasso, being dragged by a shadow of a horseman. Crystal's face paled.
"No! They couldn't be bold enough to!" she exclaimed. She fiddled with the controls, enlarging the picture, and making the colors and focus better. It showed a man, with the typical cowboy outfit. Only on his chest, there was badge, holding an emblem of some kind. Crystal leapt, morphed in mid-air, and raced down the hallway, crying, "We got to get there NOW!"
The Saturdays looked at each other. What could have her so worried?
"We'll be right there Henry." Doc told him.
/"We're on the job!"\ Fiskerton added, doing a salute.
LATER
Zak's parents were talking with Henry about what could have caused the chupacabras to move, Komodo had gone looking for bugs, Doyle was just in a grumpy mood, Zon had flew off into the fresh desert air, and Crystal had gone prowling and tracking around for something. So Fisk and Zak decided to explore.
"Whatever had her so scared is probably something stupid. There nothing out here!" Zak said
/"Uh-huh"\ Fiskerton agreed.
"All we have to do is get the chupacabras- Oof!" He had bumped into a strange figure. He had a cowboy hat, shading a dirty, tanned face, and a black scar running underneath an eye patch, with his other fire blue eye, stared at Zak.
"Howdy." The stranger tipped his hat, and held out his hand. "The name's Bellacus."
Okay, You guys should be getting tense now. Anyone remember Bellacus? From the last story? If you hadn't read the last story, you should to get up to date. And pay close attention to Crystal's dream! It has a lot of important stuff that will be introduce later!-Cryptid123 RAWR!
