Danny: Ok, please note, this is a very short chapter. Like less than 500 words short. I am in a very serious writers block and it's annoying as _(fill in the blank as you wish). Anyway, some of you might have noticed that I did bump the rating up to teen. I did it as a safety precaution because i decided to make this story a little dark. Anyway, Zack was sorta edited? You'll see. I forgot to add this last time, I DO NOT OWN! Now that my ramblings over, enjoy. PS, SEND IDEAS! OH YEAH! I did start to write C3. I'm not putting it into C2, because my computers giving me trouble and I said I'd get a chap up before the 16th so yeah.
Honey brown eyes flashed open as a young adult shot up from his laying position on the cold hard floor and screamed. Heavily panting, he looked around the small cell that he was in. Cautiously, he rubbed the back of his head, flinching as his hand rubbed against a very sore/tender spot.
"Well that's gonna leave a mark," he muttered as he carefully pressed his back against the dark and frigid cell wall. Memories of trading places with Wickett, then getting knocked out raced back to him in a giant tidal wave. "great, it wasn't a dream."
A loud and high pitched laugh filled his ears, "oh you're right about that Wild Ratt. Soon I'll have the creature whatever's technology and I'll finally be able to dispose of both you and your annoying brother!"
Chris groaned as he facepalmed. "Not again. W-HEY! Where's my creature power suit?!" He demanded, shooting a heated glare at the pale man.
Zack smirked at the youngest Kratt sibling, "gone."
Chris raised an eyebrow, "great. So...are you gonna announce some evil plan, gloat, or really even anything? Or am I going to die of boredom in this iron bar cell?"
"Oh, I can't tell you anything Christopher. Why, it'd ruin the surprise!" Zack sneered. A small hair fell in front of his eyes, causing the black haired man to glare at it and try to fix it. Clearly missing his prisoner freeze.
Chris instantaneously froze when he heard his full name, his eyes widening as he slowly stood up, "Zack, are you ok?"
Zack cackled, "of course I'm ok! Why, I could never be better! I was always just held back by a stupid crush!"
A frigid chill raced up Chris's spine, causing the young adult to roll down the sleeves of his forest green hoodie, "and who was that?"
"A certain dim witted inventor! But for now, This is for-" Zack's 'rant' was cut off by a loud and extremely obnoxious voice, "me Chrisangelo. Though you should probably stop asking questions now, it'd ruin the surprise!"
"Kill me now," Chris deadpanned as he banged his forehead against the iron bars.
"As much as we'd love to do that Christopher, we can't. Why, the entire plan practically rests on your shoulders!" Donita sneered as she walked into the room, her bright red and gold dress shimmered in the light brightly.
Chris's blood ran close to freezing as Donita allowed Zack to wrap an arm around her shoulders. 'This is not going to end well at all,' pounded like a drum inside of his head.
Danny: Eh, I didn't like the chapter (especially the end). I'll make up for it in the next chapter. The next chapter will be longer and way more interesting. Did I leave you guys on a cliffie? Please say no...Anyway, please send in ideas for WK stories. I enjoy writing them. Please feel free to criticize...Am i missing anything? No? Ok. See you all later!
-Danny :)