Another chapter. Thanks again for the reviews! More on that at the bottom.

I don't own the Secret Saturdays. I almost got it though, just need to take down the system . . .

Chapter 2

Zak was still hiding in the bushes, observing his surroundings and listening to any movement. Everything was quiet.

He must have lost them.

He'd been on the run for three hours and he already lost Fisk, Komodo, and Zon. He hoped they were okay, but they were running from trained hunters. They'd been attacked with absolutely no warning.

Zak looked at his shirt, soaked in red. He had to get out of here. He wasn't safe here anymore.

He stood cautiously from the bushes and looked up in the trees. There was definitely something –someone- up there.

There it was. That whistling sound that they all heard before they got ambushed.

Zak made a run for it. He didn't know where he was or where he was going. He had to get somewhere safe and call in backup. But he didn't know who he could call in. Maybe his parents were okay; maybe they didn't get dragged into this. Okay, if he could get somewhere safe enough to rest, he could make a comeback.

Zak stopped running when he came up to a dead end. He stood on the edge of a cliff of a waterfall, looking down at the thirty foot drop to certain death.

Zak whipped around in time to be hit in the head by something. He felt something wet run down his forehead to his cheek. He wiped some off and looked down at the liquid. It was blood red. He was hit again in the shoulder at a closer range that caused him to lose his balance and fall off the cliff.

He was now in a freefall trying to avoid the rocks with a major headache. He numbly felt his foot hit a rock jutted out the waterfall before feeling himself enveloped in the crushing, rapid waters. The air was pushed out his lungs and ended up sucking in mouthful of water. He grabbed on to the roots sticking out the river bank and managed to pull himself out. Once he coughed up all the water and could breathe correctly, he examined his ankle. His foot was bent at an awkward angle. It was dislocated. He couldn't feel it. It must be pretty bad though.

Zak was in the process of attempting to stand on it when he heard the whistling noise again. He jerked his head in the direction it was coming from and saw them approaching swiftly. He tried to run but just fell back down. He began dragging himself in a pathetic attempt to find somewhere to hide. But it was too late. A light shined into his eyes making it hard to see the three figures in front of him clearly.

"Freeze, Kur."

No. Just no. It couldn't end like this. None of this was supposed to go this way. He was suppose to –

"Hey! Stop calling me Kur!"

Doyle turned off his flashlight and held out his hand. "Sorry Mini-man. Never got the chance to actually call you that for a whole day."

"Whatever. Just help me get to an infirmary," Zak said grabbing Doyle's hand and pulled him up.

Wadi stepped forward and held her paintball gun at the ready. It was filled with red paintballs. "Zak, you look like you were shot. Repeatedly," she said with a cocky grin. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. I just possibly broke my ankle after you shot me in the face. You know, causing me to FALL OFF A CLIFF!" Zak yelled. "I could have died! And you stole our paintball guns!"

Wadi waved dismissively at him. "Whatever, we still won the game."

Doyle sat Zak on Fisk's tricycle and turned to Wadi for a high five. "You got that right Super girl!"

"But it was so not a fair game! You have Fisk's trike, Doyle's jetpack, Ulraj's 'shark sense' and you ambushed us before the game started!" Zak was furious. He looked around now for said fish boy. "Hey, where is Ulraj anyway?"

"He's keeping your siblings a little tied up right now," Wadi stated while taking out her communicator. "Ulraj, Zak has been captured. We win!"

"Aw, already? Well, so be it, I must go back to Kumari Kandam soon anyways." A beeping could be heard from Ulraj's side. "Make that now. Sorry guys, gotta go."

"Bye Ulraj."

"See ya fish boy."

"Later."

"Well, we better get back to base. He probably left the crypts tied up," Doyle said climbing on the trike. Wadi jumped on behind Zak to keep him from falling off. They rode back in silence with Zak fuming about falling to once another near death experience. He was just mad about this one because this was a simple paintball game . . . filled with criminal cheaters! Then again Ulraj just hates losing to Zak.

Once back at Team Red's base, Doyle began untying the cryptid siblings and Wadi tried tending to Zak's ankle, which made things even worst for Zak.

"I'm sorry but could you try not to get my foot amputated!"

"Well excuse me! You know I'm not exactly the most gentle girl out there!"

Zak paused for a second. "True. Never mind, I'm sorry," Zak said apologetically.

Wadi sighed. "I forgive you, as long as I get to choose the movie for tonight."

Doyle faced them dramatically. "NOOOOO! Not another chick flick!"

"That was Mrs. Saturday that chose that movie. I wanna see 'Orphan'! I never got to see it and I heard it was good," Wadi said. She was a stickler for action and horror movies.

"Man, will it be like that movie, 'Bear'? 'Cause that movie was so freaking awful! The only good acting in that movie was from the bear!" Zak complained.

"No, I saw it a while back. I'd give it like, a seven out of ten," Doyle said.

Zak saw that his sister and brothers were untied. "Hey, you guys okay?"

"Thuh whusa fah!" Fisk mumbled. He grunted at Zak before jumping into the trees.

"Uh, what?" Doyle said confused. Wadi nodded saying she didn't understand either.

"He said 'that wasn't fair' and that he was going to find himself dinner," Zak amended for them.

Zon's screeching brought their attention to her and Komodo. She was flapping her wings and her screeches sounded not too happy. Komodo was growling his agreement alongside her. Zon leaped straight towards Doyle and tackled him. Wadi yelled in surprised and pain when Komodo materialized next to her biting her ankle. Zon flew away and Komodo became intangible before either Doyle or Wadi got their revenge. Zak was in a laughing fit trying to control himself.

"That was not funny!" Wadi huffed.

"Yes it was and you guys totally had that coming! Vengeance is sweet," Zak snickered. "Come on. Let's just all go to the infirmary now."

Wadi limped a bit over to the trike and climbed back on. Doyle was picking at the scratches Zon managed to leave on his arms and face. They weren't too deep. They'll heal quickly. So would Wadi and Zak's ankle.

They got back to the newly built Saturday's headquarters to see Doc and Ulraj departing in the Griffin. Ulraj waved from his seat and could be seen visibly laughing at them. They waved back anyways and were greeted by Drew at the landing bay.

"Hey kids, have fun?"

Zak hoped off and stumbled a bit. He used to trike to steady himself. He glared at his mother.

"Worst. Paintball game. Ever."

"Zak, sweetie, why are you limping? And why are you two bleeding?" Drew began fussing over their wounds and hurried them into the medical ward. "This was only supposed to be a simple paintball game. What happened?" She moved Wadi and Doyle to the infirmary because of their less serious injuries and put Zak on an examining table in a separate room.

"Zak, your ankle's dislocated, almost broken! I knew letting Doyle play with you kids was a bad idea."

"No mom, it's okay. One, it was actually kinda fun. I wish we videotaped it now. And two, Doyle didn't do this. Wadi kind of did on accident. I think."

"Well, how?"

"She sort of shot me off a cliff into the rapids."

"She did what?"

"Mom! Forget it! It's okay, I'm okay. Zon and Komodo got revenge for themselves and me and it was hilarious. And I think Fisk is coming for them later." Zak had an evil look in his eyes.

"Zak, you can get back at them later. Right now, let's put your ankle in a cast."

"Fine, how long will it take to heal anyway?"

"About a week."

Zak groaned in annoyance. "Wadi will pay."

"Of course she will, Zak, of course," Drew laughed at her son's antics.

Later at dinner, Zak and Wadi were having a mini food fight with their vegetables. Wadi's ankle had some stitches and Doyle's arms and face were covered in bandages.

Doc stopped Zak from slinging more peas. "Okay you two. Stop acting like idiots and eat your food."

"But dad, she –ack!" Wadi flung some corn into Zak's mouth which was now causing him choke.

"Oops." Wadi slammed her hand on his back and he coughed up the corn.

"Violent!" Zak stated.

Drew giggled. "I'm sorry but you two are so cute together!"

"Whatever," they said in unison throwing handfuls of food at each other.

"Well, I'm done watching this so I'm gonna go get ready for the movie," Doyle said getting up from his seat. As he walked past Zak and Wadi he dropped some of his leftover food on their heads.

"Hey!" Wadi giggled, throwing food at him.

"Okay, that's enough. All of you go get cleaned up for the movie. Who do you all think has to clean this mess?" Drew said picking up the dishes.

"Sorry," they said quietly.

Zak was in his bathroom dress in his pajamas looking at his reflection. He kept thinking about what happened at Weird World. It didn't make sense. None of it did. His soul, his very being was Kur itself. So why did he live? He felt like everything he was and all that he stood for was a complete charade. And it was. When he didn't know he was Kur, his life was all about saving and helping cryptids and people, always looking for adventure. Being the good guy. Then when he did found that he was the ultimate evil that he'd been training to fight, everything in his perfect world shattered. His life then was about hiding and trying to prove he was still a good guy. He tried to show the Secret Scientists that he was good. He tried to show the cryptids and Nagas and Argost. He tried to show the world. But he was actually trying to show himself that he wasn't evil. He lost that bet when he made an alliance with Argost. Now, he felt like a huge part of who he was, no, what made him who he was utterly ripped from him leaving just memories and emotions. Sure, he managed to retain some of his personality, to actually act like his old self. Now all he had to ask was who he was. He was sure he was exactly who he was before all this, just minus the cryptid powers and such. Then why did he feel so lost?

"Zak? Are you almost done? The movie is going to start!" Wadi interrupted him from his thoughts.

Zak looked at the door and smiled. He was Zak Saturday, thirteen years old, loves cryptids and adventures, has the world's best family, and had some incredible friends. Besides, wasn't this the age where teens go through self discovery or something like that? Meh, he could do that crazy crap some other day.

Zak opened the bathroom door and walked over to his bed to grab a pillow. He was met outside his room by Wadi and idly listened to her talk. Spending time with his friends was what he needed to cheer up, but why did he have a weird feeling that something bad would happen?

"Zak? Zak, did you hear me?"

Again, Wadi brought him out of his thoughts. "Sorry, what?"

"I was saying that I was going away for a while, maybe even a year."

"Why?"

"Just my dad going on some business and he wants me to go with him," Wadi said nervously.

"Where will you be going?"

"I, I'm not sure yet. But forget it, sorry for mentioning it. Let's just go watch the movie and drown ourselves in ice cream!" Wadi laughed and ran ahead.

"Hey, I'm using a crutch! I can't run!"

The next day saw Zak and Wadi eating waffles early in the morning waiting for everyone else to wake up. Komodo appeared next to Zak growling about something.

"Sorry Komodo, no pancakes for you. Not after the last time . . ." Zak said grimacing.

"What happened the last time?" Wadi asked.

"Nothing that concerns you," Zak glared at Wadi.

Komodo was now pulling Zak's good leg and dragged him to the kitchen.

"Whoa, Komodo, down boy! Let go okay? I'll be right there." Zak got himself up and hobbled to the kitchen. Wadi followed a few moments later.

"Hey kids, you ate breakfast already?" Drew came in yawning with Doc behind her.

"You didn't make us anything?" Doc joked.

"Hey mom, dad, what are these?" Zak asked holding up some envelopes. One was addressed to each of them.

"Zak, those are letters," Doc said taking them from Zak's hand.

"Which are . . .?" Zak continued.

"They're a way that people talk to each other."

"Why not use a cell phone or computers? This is kinda old like, what were they called? Landlines? They're old like that."

"Well, not everyone can talk to each other with technology Zak," Doc sighed.

"Oh, that's sad."

"In some places it is. So, moving on. . ."

"Hey, what are those?" Doyle said walking in.

Doc pinched the bridge of his nose. "These people . . ." he mumbled.

"Ooh, this one's mine!" Zak grabbed the one addressed to him.

"Mine," Drew grabbed another.

"Cool," Doyle took his.

"Wait guys. We don't even know how they got here. Or if they aren't bombs," Doc said.

"Sure professor, I'm sure we'd all die if we don't take precautions," Doyle joked.

"I'm pretty sure Doyle's right. They're flimsy, it's just paper," Drew assured.

Wadi came to Doc's side. "Maybe Dr. Saturday's right. They were not here when Zak and I came in."

Zak looked questioningly at Wadi. What she said was true but why was she defending his dad? She would have taken and opened them all with none of them even knowing. And she seemed pretty nervous when she first saw those letters, almost scared about them. She just looked back at Zak and shrugged.

"You never know?"

Zak looked at the letter and read out loud who it was from.

"The Secret Academy of Mythological Studies? Is this school for Secret Scientists?"

"No, no I never even heard of it until now," Drew said looking over the letter. "Okay, before opening them, let's go ask Miranda and Arthur about this."

"No, I'm afraid I know nothing of this academy," Miranda said on one side of the monitor. "Arthur?"

"Yep, I have. They say they got some students they wanna send to me for some apprenticeship or something. I accepted it, but I'm only picking one of them. I don't want a bunch of kids running around my place destroying everything."

"Why didn't you say anything about this?" Miranda asked.

Arthur scoffed. "You're kidding, right?"

Miranda sneered at him. "I have to go anyways. Bye." She hung up without another word from anyone.

Arthur looked on with disinterest. "Right, well, I checked out this school and it's seems legit and safe. Well, I'd just love to stay and chat but I have to go too." He hung up just the same.

"Well, while you guys were talking, I opened and read your letters," Wadi said holding them up. "They just want Doctor and Mrs. Saturday and Doyle as teachers and Zak as a student. That doesn't seem so bad. "

Drew was reading over her letter. "Oh, they want me as a linguistics teacher. And to teach martial arts as well!"

"Mine say a weaponry teacher. Sounds awesome so far," Doyle said.

Doc read his and smiled. "Looks like aerodynamics teacher for me."

"I don't know about you guys, but I actually wanna go," Zak said.

Drew looked at her son. "What?"

"I know, I'm surprised myself. But it sounds like fun if it's the Secret Scientists. Ya know, blowing up things, building robots, and flying jets. I say yes."

Drew and Doyle nodded to Doc. "Okay. I guess where all in, but what about Wadi."

"Actually, Zak, remember when I said I might be gone for a while?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I lied. They sent me a letter as well and I said yes."

"Awesome! If the school really is boring, we could cause some chaos there!"

"Zak," Drew scolded. "Don't even think about it."

"Hey, where's my letter?" Doyle looked around the ground.

Everyone else's letter seemed to disappear into thin air and they all looked at Wadi.

"Hey, I didn't do anything! My letter went missing to when I made my decision."

"That doesn't matter now. How will we get to this academy? We don't even know where it is and I doubt Arthur would tell us either," Zak said.

"Oh, they will arrange transportation for us. At least, that what they said on my letter," Wadi answered.

"We can figure this out later. It's the late afternoon and these people don't seem to want to cause trouble. If they can make letters appear and disappear right out our hands, I think they can get us there too," Drew stretched her arms, yawning in her chair.

"Yeah, maybe. Hey Wadi, wanna go look for Fisk? Haven't seen him or Zon too since yesterday." Zak reached for his crutch and lifted himself up. Wadi stood by the door nodding, waiting for him.

"Be back by dinner!" Drew called after them.

"So, this whole academy thing, what do you think of it?" Zak looked at Wadi.

Wadi looked back with a frown. "I'm not sure, it really scared me when I first got it, but then I thought 'what do I have staying here?' I love my father and my village, but what do I really have there? I cause trouble and always avoided persecution because of my father. One really likes me because they think I will take their things and I most likely will. I can't help it, it's who I am."

Zak laughed quietly. "I know what they mean, but that's what I like about you. Sometimes. Besides, you got me and my family. Who knows, I bet you'll find people like you at the academy. Just don't call me to bail you outta jail."

"Bail me? What about just breaking out?"

"That will put you in more trouble. That's why we have Uncle Doyle to do that for us."

Wadi laughed, helping Zak get down some rocks. Zak suddenly looked up, as if hearing something. Wadi was about to ask what was wrong when she heard cawing. She looked up also and they both saw Zon soaring their way. She landed with a thud and moved her wings and cawed, trying to explain something.

"What is it, girl?" Zak asked.

Zon was hoping now, flapping her wings to hover a little. She turned and flew up into a tree. She looked back at them, trying to get them to follow. Zak nodded at her and she flew off.

"Come on." Zak nudged Wadi. "She wants us to follow."

Wadi helped Zak get over and though things like rocks while watching to make sure not to lose Zon. Zon wasn't intending on losing them either and so often circle back to make sure they were still following. She sometimes flew behind them and cawed her annoyance. They figured it must be important for her to be like this. What if someone was in trouble? What if Fisk was?

Zon did a nose dive into the trees a few feet ahead. They made their way to the spot in a few minutes. They saw Zon resting on top an old, rusted metal pipe. Where they live now, they always found some old construction tools and supplies for it was going to be cleared into a resort. Now, everything was abandoned. Fisk swung down from the trees to land next to the pipe.

Zak looked to his brother for answers. "Fisk, what's going on?"

"Mersa wib gurm a pift a!" Fisk said in his mumbled speech, waving his arms to the pipe.

"What's he saying?" Wadi whispered to Zak.

"He says there's someone in that pipe and they won't wake up."

Wadi stared at Zak in confusion and slowly made her way to the pipe. She crouched down and peered inside. "Uh, Zak? I think there's a woman in here; she doesn't look too well either."

Zak kneeled on his good leg and peered inside. There was in fact a woman in there. She could be seen breathing but it was in sudden stops and deep intakes of air. There could be nothing seen visibly wrong with her. Zak told Fisk and Wadi to take her out and lay her back on the tree next to the pipe. They spent almost thirty minutes calling to her, shaking her, and even pouring water on from the river. She just wouldn't wake up.

"Fisk, was she like this last night?" Zak asked.

"Yea," Fisk nodded.

"Why didn't you come and get us?"

Fisk shrugged his shoulder and grunted at the woman.

"Too afraid? Of what? Never mind, we need to get her back to the house. She might be in some sort of comma." Zak moved to stand when the young woman stirred a bit. She squeezed her eyes and gritted her teeth.

"Maybe we should stay for a little while longer. I think she might wake up soon. Including it would be harder to get back if we have two people who can't move a lot." Wadi moved to closely examine the girl. "She kinda looks like you, sort of."

Zak bent down to get a closer look at her. She had thick black hair like his and equally tanned skin. But her facial features looked Hispanic and her eyes slanted like an Asians'. Her body was short, about five feet probably and really curvy. She looked about in her early twenties, maybe twenty one. Her clothes were a clean gray long sleeved t-shirt with Mickey Mouse on it and black cargo pants. She wasn't carrying anything that they could see and looked to be only recently lost, not even a three days. Zak was wondering how she got here and who she was. As if hearing his thoughts, her eyes opened without warning and she jumped up, completely awake with no signs of sleepiness. Everyone jumped back, surprised as the young woman took in her surroundings with her jet black eyes. She looked angry, like she could kill without a seconds' notice. She glared directly at Zak after a few minutes and you could almost see the hostility emitting from her.

"Why am I wet?"

Low, deep. Her voice almost sounded like a boy's. But it didn't sound mad or even confused. It was almost rolling and mellow, but emotionless. Her face just seemed permanently mad about something. She had a hard face with a hostile look; she gave off a commanding aura. Although there was an air to her, that immediately calmed the group and made it known she was kind.

Zak sweat dropped. "Um, well, you wouldn't wake up, so we kind of dumped water on you," Zak nervously chuckled.

"Oh, sorry. When I sleep, I sleep like I'm dead. I don't know why." Her eyes skipped around to the others' but it seemed like she couldn't keep them on someone for any longer than ten seconds. So when she spoke, she looked at empty space.

"How longer have you been here?" Wadi asked.

The woman took in Wadi with a single glance. She looked over at a tree. "You Muslim or something?"

"Uh, no?"

"Oh, well you're from the Middle East right? Indian? Dot, not feathers, right?"

"Yes?" Wadi wasn't sure were this was going.

"Cool, I knew someone, someone who was Muslim. I got lost around here a few days ago."

Her train of thought was pretty off but she went back on topic. She spoke kind of weird. Her voice was still deep but it cracked every other syllable. She stopped for a second as if gathering her thoughts, and sometimes repeated some words. Then she also elongated her vowels.

Zak skipped introductions and they all walked back to headquarters, the woman perfectly fine. No injuries that they could see. They asked her questions like how'd she got lost and where she came from.

"Texas." She answered and only that.

They were all thrown. How do you manage to get lost from Texas and get over to the border of Canada in a few days?

Doyle met them at the landing bay. "I see you guys found fuzz ball and Zon. And an extra." Doyle was staring at the woman and regarded Zak. "Who is she?"

"This is, uh, we never asked. What's your name?"

"What are your names? This is where you live? How much it covers?" she said walking past Doyle completely dismissing the question.

Doyle stared after and faced Zak. "What up with her?"

Wadi followed after with the others. "Yes, um, she does that."

Doyle walked along with them. "She single?"

"Doyle! Not now!" Zak scolded.

They were looking through the compound when they heard Drew yell. It came from the game room and when they got there, they found Drew in a battle stance, fire sword out, and the woman looking at her with a lack of concern. Doc came in soon after with his battle glove, thinking the woman was an intruder like Drew did.

Doyle ran in front of her, arms held out in front of him. "Wait! Guys, she's cool, I think. Mini man and Super girl brought her in.

Said woman peered from behind Doyle's back. "I got lost. Weren't you guys on the news or something? Hey, what video games you have?" her last question directed at Zak.

"Zak, who is this?" Doc asked, still ready to attack.

"I don't know! She keeps asking us questions instead!" Zak said frustrated.

"Hm. Yes, they live here. I don't know how much land their compound covers. Yes, they're on the news a couple months ago. Zak was a lot of war games like Medal of Honor. And that's Zak, Doyle, Zon, Fisk, Drew, and Doc. Komodo's hiding somewhere and I'm Wadi." Wadi answered all her questions and took in some air.

They all looked at her. "What? I answered her questions before she answered mine earlier."

Then they all looked at the woman. "Cool, I like Call of Duty more though."

Zak scoffed. "Um, name please?"

The woman had an almost insane smile on her face, the first physical display of emotion they'd seen so far.

"Me? I'm Kat."

There y'all have it. Hope this chapter's okay. Um, to Luke206:

This is sort of a main story but later I was going to make a couple a one-shots that go along with this story. I could make one were an experiment goes wrong and Zak turns into a baby if that's okay? I'll see what i can do though.

And to GUARDIANS OF THE UNIVERSES:

I'm gonna to use your character but I need personality specifics and such.

R&R with critics please.