Chp.3
"Hey, Zeke," Van whispered as he walked out into the yard. It was a cool autumn night so it didn't bother him. "You see anything odd around here after I had to tie you up?" Zeke let out a soft roar. "Look, the guy doesn't like zoids. I just wanted to make Fiona happy. C'mon buddy, let's snoop!" Van untied the silver organoid and started looking around in the yard. Zeke suddenly perked up and ran into the garage that probably held ten billion cars. Van followed him and saw something he didn't expect……
"Zeke, it's a bunch of zoids! Look at all of em'! Lightning Saix's and Ligers, Pteras, whoah!" Van's voice had rose slightly above a whisper. Zeke roared and ran down a long metal ramp that led upward. "H-Hey! Wait for me!" Van called and rushedup after him. What had gotten Zeke in such a hurry?
Van felt tired and sat down by an Iron Kong. He had lost Zeke about an hour ago and had given up looking. He figured Zeke would come to him. Something moved in the dark. "W-who's there? Zeke is that you?" Van called. No answer. It moved again. Van called out once more.
This time a slight roar answered. It was odd enough that these zoids were here, but Zeke was acting strange. He didn't come when Van called. Then he walked out. "Hey, you're not Zeke," Van whispered as he looked at the purple organoid. "How did you-" The organoid swung its massive tail and knocked Van clear off the ramp. He fell a ways and landed hard on the cold ground. Zeke had tried to catch him, but he missed as he had to battle the purple organoid. Van pulled himself weakly up on one arm. His other arm was numb and layed lifelessly beside him. He slowly pulled himself up and stumbled backward to lean against the wall. Zeke landed next to him and cooed worriedly.
"What the-" Van thought his eyes were playing tricks on him as the large zoid room transformed into a dance hall. No wonder no one knew about this! He was hiding all of this and probably planned to use it for evil. "Zeke, get me outta here. I can barely move. Please buddy," Van whispered. Zeke took his friend upon his back and carried him out into the yard.
"Zeke, go get Irvine. Let the girls sleep, but I'm gonna need some help. Third window on the left, second storie buddy," Van choked weakly as Zeke layed him in the soft green grass. Zeke's boosters came out of his back, and he flew up to the window.
"Roar!" Irvine heard outside the window. He rose up and walked over rubbing his eye in nothing but his boxer shorts (^-^).
"Zeke? How'd you get untied? Why don't you go bother Van?" Irvine asked the organoid who roared again in worry. "What? Is there somethin' wrong? You think I should go check it out or somethin'?" Zeke roared again in approval. Irvine climbed onto Zeke's back. Zeke rushed immeadiately to Van's side.
"Van! What happened to ya?" Irvine gawked at his friend on the ground, his right arm spewing blood.
"I-Irvine, I was attacked by this purple organoid. It was inb this room fulla zoids," Van whispered. "That Fred guy, he has a warehouse full of em. He hides them and turns the room I-I-into a dance hall."
"How's he do that?" Irvine asked picking Van up after tieing up Zeke.
"I-I don't know, but he does it," Van said and cringed in pain.
"Don't worry man, I'll getcha some help," Irvine said and carried him into the house. Irvine checked him over and found that he had broken two ribs and his right arm. His lip was bleeding pretty bad also as well as his nose. He cleaned up his face and wrapped his wounds.
"Irvine, I think he might have more zoids than just in there. There are enough as it is, but still-" Van's voice was getting stronger now, and he sat up as he spoke. "This guy is no good, I knew it! He can't be using those zoids for good if he hides them and says he doesn't even like them."
"I think you're right. Do you think we should maybe get Moonbay and Fiona up and tell 'em what's goin' on?" Irvine asked.
"Don't wake Fiona. Who knows what'll happen if she knows. You might wanna wake up Moonbay though, because we might need her help later on," Van said. Irvine nodded and left to find her. Van layed down on his bed and stared at the ceiling again. He was afraid. He wasn't afraid that this guy would beat them, for no one could beat the great Van Freigheight (-.-'), but he was afraid of what he would do to Fiona.
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This chapter was kinda short. I know I could've continued, but I thought that would be a good place to stop. Did you really think that Fredrick was a good guy? Well, he might be in the end so see for yourself. Poor Van. He can't fight too well with broken bones. Uh-oh, that can't be good :-S. Review Review REVIEW! NOOOOO Flames
