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Or, maybe not the last episode ever... Ah, what do I know? All I know is that while CN network doesn't like TSS,
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Never let the pen die, and like some really wise dead guy said,
"The pen is mightier than the sword, though the sword is still useful to have sometimes."
"How long's this meeting supposed to be?" I asked with as much enthusiasm as a zombie. My mom looked at me in the eyes and said,
"Complain one more time, and not only will I bind your powers when we get back, but I'll also take away your laptop!" I rolled my eyes again. This is going to be a loooooooooooooooong night.
So, about Zak. According to him, he has a special power to influence cryptids. Born with it, apparently. He's telling the truth, I can tell, but… my mom and I both know he's hiding something. Big. With a power signature that big, you just know something's up.
Oh, and apparently the last time he was baby-sat, he tricked the baby-sitter to leave for a few hours, in which time a mentally insane flesh-eating chef had broken into the house! Oh, what a jolly good time this will be, I can tell! Eh, if it gets too crazy, I could always just slip him some catnip and chamomile tea, and he'll be out like a light. Aaaahhh… the beauty of a simple, herbal remedy.
I would be watching him on the airship, which was basically a mansion with an engine. The giant sasquach was Fiskerton, and the komodo dragon was Komodo. My, my, what an original name. Zak, who obviously loved his place, gave me the grand tour of the airship.
"Has this always been your home?" I asked. What a weird life it would be to live on a giant flying machine.
"No, just recently," he replied. He had something on his mind that was obviously bugging him. I decided not to ask about his old home.
"So, my mom told me that you have powers, too. What are they?" he seemed pretty excited about asking that, and to change the subject.
"I'm a powerful Wiccan blood witch," I stated plainly, "but if you start addressing me as Witch, or a certain other word that rhymes with it, I will curse you." Zak laughed, which sort of surprised me.
"A witch? Seriously? Sweet…" he said, "So…what kind of abilities do witches have? Do they really fly on broomsticks, and what's with the black garbs? And why do witches always have a big wart on their nose…" Goddess, this kid didn't stop talking! After sitting there for a minute just listening to all of his nonsense questions, I simply went behind him, grabbed the back of his neck, and spoke an immobilization charm. He immediately stopped talking and was frozen in place. Fiskerton started talking his weird freaked out baby talk.
"That's just one of the many things that I can do. Do broomsticks even look comfortable to sit on? In the air?" I could see a slight twitch of his head shaking right to left, "Exactly. And does it look like I have a wart? And while I prefer black clothes, yes, I'm Goth, my dear mother made me ware this atrocious piece of trash," I said gesturing to my shirt.
I then went back over to Zak to reverse the charm, but Fisk was blocking me, growling.
"Look, Sasquach, I'm just going to undo the spell, that's it! I promise!" I told him with my hands raised a bit.
"Unless you want to wait for its effects to ware off in a few hours. Or days. Really depends how mind-strong he is," I informed him giving him a straight face. When he didn't budge, I sighed and raised my hand with a flaming and sparking ball of witch fire. That made him back off a bit. I walked over to the back of Zak and undid the charm, who, in return, took out a weird staff with a claw at the end of it and shot it at me. I saw it coming, of course, and leaped out of the way.
"You really don't want to mess with me, kid. I've had a shitty week, and you're only adding to it."
His claw, attached to a wire, returned back to the staff. I smiled a bit. The kid had some style. I still don't trust him, though. He smiled in return.
"You know…what happens to you if I happen to sneak off the airship on your watch?" he said slyly.
"Way ahead of you on that. I heard what you did to the last guy, and trust me right now: it won't work," I told him, "I have witch senses; the last guy didn't." Zak gave a sheepish grin.
"You heard about Beeman?" he asked. I laughed out loud. Really loud!
"Beeman? That's who watched you?" I tried to regain control over my facial muscles again, "Oh Goddess…you got style, alright. I definitely would have done the same thing in your place." Right now, we were in what looked to be a living room. I gazed over the picture frames on a side table. They were all of the Saturday family. I saw a redheaded man with Zak, smiling. I pointed to it.
"Hey, who's that guy?" I asked. Zak looked in the direction of my pointed finger.
"Oh, that's my uncle Doyle. He's awesome," he replied with a grin, " 'Cept he's busy with some other cryptid thing right now, so it's been a while since I've seen him." I smiled. This might just be an okay night after all.
"So, besides attacking people, what do you do for fun?" I asked, "Movies, board games, what?" Zak smiled an evil-like grin.
"Wanna eavesdrop in on the scientists?" I shook my head.
"Fat chance. My mom knows me too well. I can't use my magic to broadcast it here, and my mom'll know if we step one foot off this thing, so…no." Then I got an idea. One that my mom doesn't even know about me yet.
"You got a candle I can use? I think I might know our solution…"
Remember what she did with a candle after she learned when the meeting was? Huh? Well, if you don't, your bad.
