"Alright, which insignificant fool is chasing us this time," Komodo Monday muttered as we reached the bridge. The ship rocked with another explosion and the Mondays clung to the seats and steering instruments for support.

"It's Argost!" Drew Monday shouted, banking the ship on a hard turn, making everyone slide about. Sure enough, when we turned, Argost's warplane came into view.

"I thought you said he was harmless?" I asked.

"He is. He just hates people like us," Drew Monday growled.

"I wonder why," I thought to myself.

"I don't recollect vandalising anything of his lately, so I don't see why he's here attacking us," Komodo Monday said.

"Just what I was thinking," Drew said boastfully, "Doyle, why don't you fly over there and see what he wants?"

"And why do I have to do it?" He asked, putting me down. Had I not been injured, I would've made a run for it.

"Because you can fly and I want you out of my hair for a few minutes," She waved him off like a foul odour. I wasn't sure which of them was the most hating of the other, "go blow up his ship or something." He walked to the other corner of the room and strapped on his jetpack. He opened a hatch and jumped out. Drew Monday turned the ship again and fired a few rockets of which the warship dodged. A few seconds later, Doyle Whitewell came crashing through the glass walls of the cockpit, nearly landing on me, glass shards flying everywhere.

"Doyle! I just had those windows repaired!" Drew shrieked, pointing to the gaping hole in the cracked glass. He rubbed his head and groaned. She paused. "Oh!" A large humanoid shape crawled down the side of the airship and widened the large hole with its fists before slipping inside. Munya. Or rather Monday Munya in his spider form. He was physically very similar to the deceased Argost's manservant except he was wearing the remnants of a tattered tuxedo and suit, he had a fancy monocle and neatly combed hair. Doyle aimed his wrist blaster at him from his position on the ground whilst Doc Monday activated his power glove. Anti Dad jumped at him and punched him in the chest. A bit of a stupid move as Munya grabbed him by the arm, swung him round and then threw him. He flew through the air and hit Doyle and Komodo like a flying projectile. Sending all three of them into a heap on the floor. Zon Monday flew up and grabbed the mutant's shoulders in her talons, trying to throw him overboard. He grabbed at one of her legs but she flew back, cawing angrily. I shuffled out of their way as Munya shot two strands of silk at her, temporarily pinning her wings to the wall. As she tore at the sticky substance, Fisk Monday charged Munya with his horns. Munya jumped onto the wall and using his spider legs to help him, jumped off the ceiling and batted the Lemurian aside. I watched in shock as he started towards me but then stopped as he was caught in the crossfire from Doyle's weapons.

"Eat lead oversize Tarantula!" He shouted. Munya growled and shot out a stream of silk onto Doyle's face. I was pretty sure I heard a muffled array of curse words from the airborne man. The mutant looked to me and shot a strand my way. It wrapped around my foot, dragging me towards him.

"No! Don't let him get away with the Brat!" Drew Monday hollered. Doc Monday ran over, stepping on Doyle (who was trying to pull the web off his face) in the process and grabbed my arms, turning me into a tug of war item. I could feel my wound starting to open up as I screamed for them to let go. As it started to bleed the half spider shot out a silk cocoon over my legs, smacked Doc Monday away and hoisted me up over his shoulder. Doc Monday blew a raspberry at him whilst he made for the exit he had made with me in his grasp. He climbed up onto the roof of the airship and then jumped onto the wing of the warplane. I had no idea why he wanted me. I wanted to start hammering on his shoulder with my fists but if he worked for the good Argost, maybe it was a rescue and not a kidnapping. He lowered me down on a silk strand and then untied me. Now in decent light, I looked down and saw that most of the left side of my shirt was blood stained and still soaking up blood. Oh well. A door opened across the hall and a figure walked out. Argost. He looked pretty much the same as I remembered him, just a little older and without that evil demeanour. I backed away from him. Instinct I guess.

"There's no need to be afraid Zak Saturday," he said slowly and kind of gently.

"Why did you rescue me?"

"I am sure you don't want to spend another minute with those tyrants," he assured. "It appears I have been a little rude, I 'am V.V Argost." He said whilst bowing. Apparently this Argost has manners. "On the contrary, you probably already know that. This is my faithful butler Munya" He introduced Munya. "I hope he didn't handle you too roughly with your injuries."

"How did you know I was here?" I asked him.

He put a hand on my shoulder and then pointed over to one of the doors. "There's somebody here who wants to see you." A loud happy squeal could be heard as Fisk (the real one) bounded out the doors and enveloped me in a hug. He squeezed me quite tight and it hurt. I started to cough and he back away worriedly. I coughed into my hands some more until I noticed little red droplets in my palms. "Oh dear," Argost began, "Munya, do go and get the medical kit." The mutant grumbled a yes and left.

"Ezzza Owwuuza!" Fisk gushed, his red eyes widening at my injuries. I was also pretty sure that my eye and lip were swelled and purple after that punch to the face. He put his huge hands on my shoulders and whimpered.

"It's okay Fisk, I'm okay," I assured him. I wasn't sure how truthful that was. "How did you get here Fisk?"

Munya and I have been watching the Monday's for a while now. We were onto their latest scheme too late to stop it happening as we reached your headquarters and found signs of struggle. Luckily, we were early enough to prevent any casualties…" Argost started but I cut him off with a startling outburst.

"Uncle Doyle!" I cried. I had forgotten all about him whilst I was the Monday's prisoner. The good Argost had rescued Fisk, but had Fisk seen Doyle fall? Had he told Argost that Doyle was drifting out to sea?

"Doyle Blackwell? Your uncle I presume?" Argost asked. Maybe he was here too after all.

"Yes! Oh, is he alright? Is he here too?" I pleaded. Argost seemed to fumble with his hands nervously but then gave me what seemed to be a regretted nod along with an uneasy expression. "What? Where is he? What happened to him!?" I asked, starting to get really worried.

"He's in my infirmary, but…" I didn't want to listen anymore and I ran off towards the rest of the corridors. Before I could get very far, he reached out and placed a gloved hand on my shoulder. I turned around to him and saw his sincere expression.

"How did you find him?" I squeaked. Argost sighed.

"After we picked up your Lemurian friend, he told us what had happened when the two doubles fought. We scanned the surface and thankfully found him drifting about a mile out to shore, slipping in and out of consciousness." He looked at me with an empathic frown.

"He's badly hurt isn't he?" I sighed, looking at my feet.

"His condition is…. stable…. but the fall caused him some serious injuries."

"Like what?"

"The initial impact caused a several broken ribs, heavy bruising and a broken arm. However, he has a number of open wounds on his lower legs, we think he may have hit some rocks whilst being tossed about in the current," he said apologetically.

"Can I see him?"

"I suppose that would be okay. Unfortunately, he is bedridden, and he hasn't woken up since we brought him aboard," Argost told me, ushering me down one of the corridors. We reached a metal door and Argost stopped me. Munya came out and then went in the direction of the cockpit. Argost gently pushed me inside. I looked about the room and immediately noticed the bed in the middle along with several monitors and instruments lying around. Doyle was lying absolutely still in the centre of the bed, the only movement being the occasional gentle rise and fall of his chest. He was devoid of shirt, meaning that I could see his black and blue torso and the thick bandages around his midsection. His arm was in a plaster cast. He had a bandage wound around his forehead. His lower half was covered by a thin white sheet and he had an oxygen mask over his face.

"Doyle," I whispered, walking up to the side of the bed. "I'm really sorry about this. Now the Mondays are attacking us, you're hurt and Mom and Dad are probably worried sick…"

"Z-Zak?" One tired eye slipped open along with a raspy voice.

"Doyle!" I cried happily. He smiled weakly. "How are you feeling?"

"As good as I look," He muttered. A loud boom suddenly rocked the ship. Argost moved over to one of the monitors and typed in a few numbers on the keyboard and a roof surveillance camera footage link popped up. Doyle Whitwell was hovering around the ship, tossing grenades at the roof that were exploding on impact. Doyle must have seen the footage as I heard him groan and struggle to sit up.

"That bastard…" He snarled. Mom and dad weren't around so I guess the 'watch your language around Zak' rule had been thrown out. "Did he hurt you Miniman?!" He was looking at my injuries. I knew he'd be able to notice.

"He hit me once, but the cut wound is from Drew Monday's fire sword, I swear it," I told him. He was having none of it.

"I swear I'm gonna kill…" he was cut off by pain as he tried to move to get up, wincing and gritting his teeth.

"It is advisable that you avoid movement Mr Blackwell," Argost told him. He gently forced my uncle to lie back down. Doyle growled, but complied. "Your organs are bruised, your lungs especially, you mustn't over exert them. Your bones also need time to heal up. Munya will deal with that scoundrel." The ship rocked with another explosion. We noticed Munya on the monitor with a silk strand wrapped around the anti Doyle who was trying to shoot at him with his wrist blaster. As this happened, the light around the ship began to turn white on the monitor. Argost pressed a button on one of the screens. "Munya, please escort that gentleman off my ship as we are about to pass through the portal to our guest's world." The ship began to rumble with turbulence. Munya came inside shortly after and took the controls. I stayed with Doyle whilst they flew the ship.

"Do you think we lost them?" I asked him.

"I doubt they'll give up so easily," He answered with a raspy voice.

"I'm sorry Doyle, with all that training you've been giving me lately, I should have been at least able to try and fight him," I apologised.

He coughed briefly and then turned to me. "Don't be, I've been through worse." The ship continued to rattle as we talked.

"I'm gonna see what's going on out there, you stay here, I'll be right back," I told him.

"Like I'm going anywhere anyway," He said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, opened the door and walked out. Argost and Munya were in the cockpit. Through the windshield, I saw the white light change into the scenery of a cave. The one I was in previously. Except it was pitch black and the only light came from the ship. As soon as we had set down, Munya rushed out and shortly came back with the mirror that was still glowing.

"Come along boy, you might want to see this," Argost said, leading me towards another room on the ship. As he opened the door, a cold icy fog drifted out, making me shiver. He walked in and placed the mirror in a small glass box and sealed it tight. He walked back out, and pressed a few buttons on the door whilst closing it. When it sealed, the room began to freeze before my eyes.

"Whoa!" I gasped. It was kind of cool.

"A sealed freezer," Argost explained, "that should repel the Mondays until we get to your base and destroy the mirror."

"You're taking us home?" I then realised that was a stupid question.

"Of course." I left Argost and Munya to fly us home and went to sit with Doyle and Fisk for the remainder of the flight home. When I entered, Fisk was poking Doyle's cast. Doyle looked pretty unamused.

"It's a shame I don't have a pen to sign your cast with," I chuckled.

"Well? Are we any closer to home yet?" he asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Argost found a way to stop the Mondays from following us, so we should be home in about half an hour," I told him. He sighed and spread his limbs across the bed. I sat on the edge.

"You should put some ice on that eye of yours, it's starting to swell up," Doyle suggested, looking concerned.

"Yeah, but mom will freak out any way when she finds out I got hurt."

"And she'll beat me for letting you get hurt."

"Nah, she'll be fussing over us both."

"You're probably right, after all your mom is the over protective type."

"If I get even a papercut, she acts like I've fallen out a second story window. I can't imagine how she'll react this time, it looks like we've both come back from war."

"We're both needing stitches after that." I was surprised I wasn't losing any more blood from the wound in my side. After what seemed ages of sitting in that room with Fisk and Doyle I felt the ship lowering and touching down on what I could only assume to be the Saturday headquarters' landing platform. I rushed out of the room with Fisk at my side and was shocked to see that when the ramp opened, Mom and Dad were already there waiting for us.

"Zak!" Mom cried. She tried to grab me up in a hug but was surprised when I yelped as she put pressure on my side. She looked down and saw the slight blood on her palms. "Oh my goodness! Zak, what did they do to you!"

"It's okay mom, I'll manage," I told her, she shook her head.

"They carved you like a turkey!" She gasped, this time putting her arms around my neck, "we need to get you to the infirmary." She stood up and Fisk picked her up, swinging her round. "Hello Fiskerton," she chuckled. Once he put her down, she began looking around "Where's your uncle?"

"On the ship, resting, I will ask Munya to assist him," Argost started. Mom and Dad looked at him.

"You rescued our son? Why?" Dad probed.

"Dad, think about it, this Argost is from the mirror world so he is on the opposite side of the villain and hero scale," I told him.

"Although I prefer not to advertise my charitable work, the boy is correct. In my world, I' am one of many enemies of the Mondays. Lately they have been working with who you call the secret scientists to plan attacks on you. Kidnapping your son was one of their plans I was sent to stop," Argost stated.

"Wait, Mom, Dad, how did you know something was wrong? You weren't due to come back until morning," I asked.

"Your father and I received a distress call from Fiskerton saying something about the Mondays. When we got here there was nobody around but we reviewed the CCTV footage and saw what happened," She explained.

"What did the Mondays want?" Doc pondered.

"They thought Miniman killed his double." Doyle caught the tail end of the conversation. I noticed him leaning on the ramp, shifting from limb to limb as if it was causing him a lot of pain to stand up. Mom briskly walked up to him and looked him up and down.

"What happened to you?!" She said piteously, putting her hand on his shoulder, luckily in a spot where he wasn't hurting.

"I've had a rough day," He murmured. Mom gave him a look. "I fell a few hundred feet into the ocean." Mom shook her head.

Argost spoke up. "I don't mean to interrupt but…" He produced the smoke mirror from his cape, "you need to destroy this for good once I have passed through to the other side..."


Doyle and I watched in amusement as Mom and Dad continued to destroy the mirror into dust using the fire sword and force glove.

"I hope we won't be seeing them again soon," Doyle muttered, shielding his eyes from the fire blast.

"Yeah," I responded. I hope so too…


Sloppy ending I know. But I'm in a rush as I'm going away for a week tomorrow. A guest review gave me a great idea for another multiple parter so I'll do that next. I might try and write some of chapter one whilst I'm away. But I'm without a computer so it might not happen. Au revoir!