Descendants of the Starnik
Chapter 20: Desperate Measures
Sitting on a bench outside, Jonah sought out time alone to try and sense out COWEL's own tracker. He was zone out completely, not a part of him was aware of what was happening right around him. He wanted to focus, hence why he asked Tarka to go back to the room and check on how Aquila was doing on word that he leaves if things got too intense for either of them. Also because someone needed to open windows, otherwise neither of them would be sleeping tonight if the smell built up in the room. And being the only one who could find out if they were followed, Tarka volunteered while Jonah stayed and search. Although his eyes were open, his wasn't seeing anything standing or walking past him, for his sixth sense was wide open and reaching out as far as he could reach.
He searched the streets and alleys; he searched each individual home and hotel supernatural woman. Out of this whole town, he didn't find a single supernatural. But he wanted to be sure, so he stretched his sense out to its farthest, scanning beyond the town and the towns next door. Still, no supernatural energy could be found. They may not be in hiding any longer, but they were still hard to come across. Only seven percent of both Humans and Wolf Kind were supernatural, and with far more humans then wolves on the planet, it was hard to come across gifted wolves. So Aquila was a rare find for him, and she didn't have powers when they first met and neither did he. So when they both started going through that tough time of breaking out into their powers, it was a case of "show me yours and I'll show you mine and we'll work together to teach each other". Was that what made them such good friends? Because it was hard to come across others like themselves?
Did he ruin what they already had? He wondered that for the last two and a half hours. That kiss, after it happened she was very quiet, too quite, compared to how she usually is. She tried not to look at him, she hardly spoke. They last he saw of her was when she went into the shower to cool down. He broke the kiss, the kiss was only to hide in plain sight, there was nothing to it, it meant nothing. So…if it meant nothing, then why did he find his sense failing him? He clenched his eyes tightly as it interrupted his search and gritted his teeth in frustration. "Again?! This is the third time!" He bellowed mentally. His sensed relied on the emotion of loss. If he thinks of something he lost, then he shall find the supernatural he wants. So what was this emotion he received each time he was thinking of the kiss? He zoned back out, ignoring everything that occurred around him, thinking of nothing but the loss of his parents, the strongest memory with the most potent emotion he had. He further expanded his search, reaching out to a twenty mile radius. This time, he came across one supernatural, just not the one he wanted to find, so he ignored it.
So why was it that each time he thought of the kiss his sense failed? "Damn it!" He growled again. His lips on hers, her body pulling him against her, her body heat, her heart beat. He hadn't felt a feeling like this before, and it was strong enough to beat his strongest emotion. So what was it? He opened his eyes and looked down to the concrete. He was alone, the wooden bench he was sat on with the hotel wall just behind him, and the car park stretched out before him. Why did his heart beat that little bit faster? Why was his sense intervened each time he thought of the kiss that meant nothing? It was ridiculous!
"It can't have been easy." A female voice then spoke. He let out an amused sign, but he never faced the voice sitting to his left beside him.
"How long have you been sitting there?" He asked, knowing full who was there.
"Around ten minutes." The mysterious lightening girl giggled a little bit.
"Well, no, it never is." Jonah then answered and then looking up to her. "I'm supposed to kill someone, I might have lost a cousin, I have a power that's unfair, I can't touch anyone. Things suck right about now." He hung his head low again, the female beside him not really knowing what to do other then prove something. Out the corner of his eye, he saw her move, her paw shuffling over towards his. He brought it away, looking at her bewildered. "What are you doing?"
"Just…trust me, ok?" He didn't move and he didn't respond. She looked back down and inched her paw closer. She was crazy, she didn't know what she was about to get herself into. Jonah waited, knowing full well what she was going to experience. Or so he thought.
She scooped his paw up in one of hers and picked it up. Nothing happened, she was fine and Jonah was amazed by this. How was she not collapsing like Aquila did? She placed her other paw on top of his. His eyes darted from their paws touching to her eyes, how was this possible? "Just don't ask." She said. "Just know that in the end, everything will be ok." She continued. "Rickie will be safe, so will Peter, everyone will be ok."
"Who are you?" He asked, his eyes narrowing a little as he stared into her grey eyes.
"You've been calling me "lightening girl" for a while now. I think you should stick to that. I can't think of a better name." She smiled and placing his paw back down. "I'm pretty sure I've gotten things mixed up, but I can't be sure until next time I see you. So until then, you need to head north, all the way to Alaska."
"Alaska?" Jonah questioned. "What the hell are we supposed to find up there?"
"Something old." She giggled. "Something VERY old."
"Before you go…" He quickly added, knowing she would any time now. "Where are you getting all this from?" He then asked. "Who's telling you all this? You're so young and I've never met you before, so somebody must be telling you. Is it Henry?"
"Nope, but I can tell you that you'll never guess." She smiled again and shaking her head. "If everything is just as ruined as in think it is, then you should know the next time you see me. That WILL be the last time you see me for two months."
"I never thanked you." He then added. "Your helping someone that you don't even know, it's very brave of you."
"I get it from my dad." She replied with yet another smile which Jonah returned.
"Well, I guess I'll see ya around." He responded and readying to hop off the bench.
"Defiantly, you don't have a choice sly dog." It was then he jumped down, but upon hearing those words he looked back to her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, raising an eye brown out of curiosity.
"I know what you're going to be doing pretty soon." She grinned, then winked and then flashed and boomed the way she did. Not exactly in the best of places, for the bench beside her set ablaze in her wake. Jonah's eyes widened and his face turned into that of shock. Did she have any idea what she was leaving behind?
Meanwhile, a plan was hatched and a draw was opened and thrown on the floor. Rickie had a plan, but for it to happen he needed a few things. So the draw peter pulled out had nothing inside he could use, so that flew across the room out of anger. Next he went over to the window, once again in a desperate attempt to try and remove the dozens of nails hammered down to keep them inside. Rickie was underneath the bed as best as he could fit; discover a good amount of things. "This place really is a pile of crap!" He exclaimed. "They keep their saucepans under the bed. How do they pass their hygiene tests?!" He pulled out from underneath the bed a metal cooking pot and gave it a blow, brushing and tipping all the dust, flush and other disgusting particles off and out of it. It brought a sting to his lip when he did it, but this was necessary if they wanted to escape.
Peter tugged and groaned as he strained to lift the window, groaning as he tried to elbow it so the glass would brake. That didn't work either, with now with a sore elbow; he went back to lifting the nails out one by one. He seethed and groaned, his hands hurt, this wasn't working. But that wasn't the reason he stopped. He stopped because he heard a noise and he hoped to God it wasn't what he thought it was. "Oh shit! Rickie, come on!" He averted his eyes upon seeing Rickie with his leg cocked over the metal bowl, the noise he was hearing…well, isn't it obvious?
"You're plan isn't working, so this is mine!" He retaliated.
"And what's that? Throw pee on them so we can escape!" Peter exclaimed and once again beginning to tug on the rusty nails.
"Not quite." Rickie answered, a few more noises were heard until it stopped. "Now you."
"What?!" Peter bellowed and turning to face him.
"Urine is acidic. In this room I have what I need to make it more potent and faster acting. The more I have, the faster I can make those nails rust away and we can get out of here." He can't be serious. His eyes looked around the room, searching for hope in another way to get out of this mess. There wasn't. He looked back down to Rickie who waited and held his paw out for the bowl. So with great awkwardness and embarrassment, he growled and stepped forwards and swapped places with Rickie.
"You owe me for this." Peter grumbled as they passed.
"You already are." And with great regret, Peter did what needed to be done. "Take you time." Rickie added cheekily.
"Shut up!" Peter snapped, not seeing any amusement in this. After a few silent, awkward moment, Rickie heard him finish. "Ok fine, now what?"
"Now, break off the hinges to the drawers. I need the copper nuts." So Peter grabbed the draw he previously flung across the room and threw it hard into the floor.
"Are you sure this is going to work?" He asked as he picked it up and did it again.
"Yeah, I'm sure it is." Rickie replied confidently. Suddenly, the door flung open, and it wasn't a COWEL member that crashed inside. In fact, it wasn't even human. They froze in their positions as they stared at the she-wolf only Peter knew. Peter had the draw above his head, readying to throw it again and Rickie was stood before the pot of pee.
"How did you do that?" Peter asked.
"It was unlocked." The lightening girl answered.
"Unlocked?" Rickie asked. Surely not!
"Yeah, why, did you try the door?" She then asked. Both boys just looked at one another. Man they felt stupid. Smashing up the room, breaking everything, peeing in a pot, hurting themselves more, and the door was fucking unlocked!
"How did you find us?" Peter then asked and dropping the draw. Still it didn't smash, but it didn't matter now.
"That doesn't matter." She responded. "What does is that you remember this moment and tell Jonah and Aquila this. It's imperative that you do. Do you understand?"
"Who…wait, huh…?" Rickie couldn't get his words together.
"Go north towards Alaska; you'll meet my mom and dad there. You must find them or else everything you've done will be for nothing."
"Your mom and dad?"
"Oh shit! I've done it again!" She growled to herself in anger. Once again, the two boys looked at one another in confusion, right before she vanished again in her own way.
"I'm sorry, but do you know her?" Rickie asked, he was beginning to gain a headache from this amount of confusion.
"All too well I'm afraid." Peter grumbled. "Let's get the heck out of here."
It's been a short chapter today guys, but have no fear, the next shall be a lot longer. Anyone want to have anymore guess as to who the Lightening Girl is and what the next and final artefact could be? Until next time! :)
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