Flint stood facing Fugiri, who stood less then twenty feet away from him. The time shifters were gathered all behind him. And, much to his disagreement, Bernard Goodman was there too. He hoped that Uncle Bernie wouldn't be hurt in all of this. But something else was on his mind.
Where was Sara?
Was she all right? He prayed that she was. Sara was like an older sister to him.
Fugiri was standing with his arms crossed over his chest. His semi-long hair was tied in a red ribbon behind his back. He had removed the cloak he had worn over here and now stood in a dark black gi. The tight muscles of his chest showed at the top. This was going to be so hard. Flint felt the confidence radiate off of him like heat.
He also noted, with great happiness, that Merlock was here too. Standing over in a tree, watching all of them. He also thought he saw some agents with the time bureau, but he wasn't really sure.
Tony was gone again. They had tried searching for him, but it was of no use.
Suddenly, a form appeared by Fugiri. Petra came into focus, looking dazed and completely out of it. Then another woman stepped out from behind her. Very pretty with long, red hair. Her outfit looked a lot more practical then Petra's. A white colored leotard covered her upper half, and pale blue bicycle shorts that went to her midthigh. Her eyes mached the shorts, very blue, and almost twinkling.
Petra looked around, taking interest in the fact that the time shifters and Flint were there.
"Alright, brat," she spun and look Fugiri up and down, "Where's the Dark Lord? And what's with taking my minions and bringing me here?"
Ah yes, those two...things...weren't with her. Oh well, less bad jokes, all right, at least that made the scene a bit more pleasant.
The lady spoke up, something hauntingly familiar in her voice.
"Petraphena, the Dark Lord wants you here to help fight." This lady tosses some loose hair over her shoulder.
It struck suddenly why this lady looked so familiar to him.
"Sara!"
Everyone turned to face the little boy. Merlock nearly feel out of the tree trying to spot her.
"Where? Where's Sara?" his voice went up a bit in pitch.
Indeed, no one had seemed to make the connection yet.
Flint extended a finger to the dark beauty, "That's her over there!" Everyone turned to face the woman he pointed at. Finally it wall slipped into place. The wild hair, deep blue eyes, even her little smirk was all Sara.
"Sara! What happened to you!" Uncle Bernie looked pleadingly at his little niece. This was too much. He never wanted his job to hurt his family...but this wouldn't be the first time would it?
She tossed her hair again and put her hands on her hips. Sara looked strait at him. "Nothing happened to me that wasn't worth it."
Her voice was almost like her mother's. Very sweet, musical voice that he remembered.
"Sara..."he motioned with his hands to come near him, "Why don't we just go home and we can fix whatever happned to you."
Flint heard the weakness in his voice. It was painful to see the hurt in his eyes.
"No." she moved over to Fugiri, "I have no home with you." She turned to Petraphena, "Well? Go get them!"
Petraphena just stood tall and crossed her arms, then glared at her out of the corner of her eyes. The red glistened and shimmered in the light of the full moon.
"Hey brat, I don't work for you-."
"You work for me Petra." That unmistakable voice of her master. She glared at the boy. His soft blue bangs slightly blew in the wind. She noticed he was holding something in his hand. Something gold, shaped like a...a mask. He noticed her eyes passing over the thing he held. He brought it to his face and the mask almost seemed to grin even more. "Yes Petraphena. Yes, you are so correct. It is I, Dark Lord." He brought the mask down and put it behind him.
"And I am not the Dark Lord. But perhaps another time this mystery can be solved. Now, do as Sara says and go after them with your stamp. I want all the time shifters in my possession within the hour.
Now she nodded, light shined behind those pale red eyes. She rushed at Flint in her high heeled boots and stopped a foot in front of him.
"Now, you little brat, I'm gonna teach you a lesson for ruining my plans." She threw back her hand and made as if to punch him. Needless to say, the punch never hit and she was out cold. All thanks to Rocky, guided by the Hand of Flint.
He smiled his innocent smile and started to do a little jig.
"Yeah! We won! We won! We get Sara back!"
Fugiri snarled. Then a calm passed over his features.
"All right Sara, you're turn."
She bowed slightly and walked over to Petra and picked up the stamp from the ground. Then, she deliberately stepped on Petra's back to get to Flint.
"Alright little Flint." Her beautiful eyes glistened with some uncontrollable tears, "I'll fight you."
Flint stared up at her unsure of what to do.
The moon passed over slowly over head, counting away these horrible minutes.
What will little Flint Do? Can they possibly harm Sara? Read the next part to find out.
Merlock came back!!!!