Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they belong to Lynne Ewing. No money is made off of this so please don't sue. Also any pop culture references do not belong to me… basically nothing belongs to me.

Chapter 2

Michael being quiet a smart guy, knew that if he wanted this guys address than the best place to look is the phone book.

"A. Aachen, Aaiun." One thing Michael did not know is that the phone book he was using was really an encyclopedia. After going through the A's and T's fifteen times, he decided at Atrox was probably unlisted.

"I better go an see her about this than." Michael left his 'hide out' or to us, an old phone booth. (Why the phone booth had an encyclopedia if unknown to even me, the writer.)

Walking down Worsen Blvd. Michael saw another familiar face.

"Catty! Who the hell is the Atrox?" Michael ran toward Catty. She was sitting alone with a big piece of paper in her hand.

"Um… what you are crazy… or stupid." She whispered the last part under her breath.

"What but… the Atrox! He guy told me Vanessa knew him!" Michael, the suave guy started to whine like a baby. "But Nessa is my girlfriend! Caaaaaaatty! I want my Nessa!"

"Its ok sweetie tell mommy… I mean Catty." Catty took the sopping Michael into her arms.

"It…. It…it… was so bad!"
"Blow." Catty held out a handkerchief for Michael to blow his noses into. Michael grabbed Catty's shirt instead and blew.

"Michael. Its okay. Tell me what's wrong." She pat him on the back "Mommy, I mean Catty, is here.

Before Michael could finish Catty's mom came out. "I feel the island breeze a movin! Come my child, I will read ya fuuuuture!" Kendra pulled Michael into her home, which oddly enough was filled with anything and everything a practicing psychic would want.

"Let me fetch me turban. Take a seat." Kendra left Michael unsupervised in the room.(bad idea)

"OOOOOOOOOOO! What is this?" Michael picked up a small fuzzy thing which began to move in his hand.

"Squawk! Squawk! Squawk!" The little fuzzy ball began to peck at Michael's hands.

"Little guy! Calm it down man! Hey you have wings!"

"Squawk!" Yes the fuzzy ball was, and always will be, an owl.

"I will name you Little Squawky Poops Vanessapants VI. I will love you forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever," at this point Michael was holding on to tightly and every ever was a ever closer to death. "And ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever…" Kendra reentered the room with a huge purple turban which was so big the she needed Catty to stand behind her and hold it up.

"My child! That is a stuffed bird. If you mind, it is very fragile."

"What your dead! You lied to me! I said I loved you!" Michael chucked the bird at the wall. Suddenly he found out why the owl was moving, when it hit the wall two mice scurried out. (Gross! I know?)

"Ok now my child gazing into the ball I see… a boy…"

"Yes!"

"You like him?" Kendra gave him an odd look. "No more Vanessa?"

"Maybe but no I don't like this guy."

"Ok…. I see him… he looks…"
"HEY! Your hiding him in that ball! Give Me!" Michael gabbed the ball. "Get out here and fight like a man! You don't deserve Nessie bum-bum! She is my girl!" Michael was ever so graceful when he decided the best why to get Atrox whatever out of the ball was to break it.

With a glass laded floor, Kendra began to flip out. She called upon the powers of the Jedi master.
"I call upon Obi Won to spite you!" Suddenly a blue flash knocked Michael off his feet.

Cliff hanger… what will happen this was a stupid chapter but see I am the writer…