Well, I gave myself some "chills" just typing the 5th chapter. This I do sometimes, which I really do not like, but it's like a mind habit or something. The new character is my brother's so he thought of the idea...never mind I'm going to give it away. Here the next chapter.
Antari paced in front of the lab. Zaintar had been in there for 5 hours at least. It was dark and he was worrying. Then finally, the door slid open and Zaintar was standing there, wiping a wrench off. Antari looked her over. She had oil smeared on he face, a little blood here and there, but no huge thing. Zaintar looked up from her activity.
"Look, I was kinda stuck on a certain thing. It was conf..."
"Zaintar," Antari interrupted. "Since everyone's asleep, maybe we could discuss." He motioned her into back into the lab. Zaintar got a confused look on her face.
"Why in here?" She asked as he shut the door.
"Non-sleepers. Ease-droppers." He replied. Antari turned to her then to the metal table. The monkey was still lying there. Zaintar saw the look on his face.
"He's not activated yet. Watin' till his battery power boost up. His name's Sprnten, by the way. Spelled S-P-R-N-T-E-N. Odd name, even odder system. Found this inside of him." She pointed to the gear lying on the light stand. "This probably made him...you know."
"Yes, I know," Anatri responded. "But what happened earlier today, that is more important right now." Zaintar sighed.
"Well, I don't know how I technically 'died', but when I did, you-know-who brought me back and gave me healing powers, which angered me more than ever. It peeved me just to think he brought me back." She growled lowly. Antari stared at Zaintar, shocked. Silence loomed over them.
Why did he bring her back? That questioned burned inside Antari's mind.
"Did he say anything?" Antari found himself saying. Zaintar winced when he asked this.
"All he said was 'I still need you'. I'm wondering why he said this, even right now I am still pondering, which pesters me." She shivered. Suddenly, the light from on top of the table began to flicker. Then the gear was shaking on the table. Then they heard a crackling voice filled the room.
"There's a war coming!" It rasped. Then everything was silent. Zaintar and Antari looked uneasily at each other. One question was repeating in their minds. What the voice told them, was it true? In her mind, Zaintar decided to be alone to figure out the sentence. Antari the same, but they didn't tell each other what they were thinking. Zaintar stretched in a sleepy matter.
"Gosh, it must be really late," she replied. "I think I'm going to go get something to eat then head to bed."
"Same," Antari agreed. They walked out and Zaintar walked over to the refrigirator, opened the freezer, and grabbed the ice cream. In the process, she was humming a Linkin Park song. She grabbed a spoon and flew up into the rafters, where her temporary room was. She sat on her "bed", opened the container, and scooped out a spoonful. She pushed it in her mouth. She made a disgusted face.
"Mint chocolate chip," she muttered, but she still ate it. It soothed her tensing muscles, which happened every time when she went to bed. She finished the rest of the ice cream off, and laid on her bed. She sighed and rolled over. Slowly, her eyes drooped and she was sleeping.
Zaintar looked around. She was in a peaceful meadow. She caught two kids playing in the yellow flowers and the long grass. One was a small girl child, the other was an older girl. Zaintar watched as they picked some flowers. They looked so happy, with smile on their faces and laughing as the chased each other around. Suddenly, a roaring neigh rang through the meadow. The children's heads jerked up. Staning on the hill, was a black, dragon-like horse, with a horde of Formless following it. The rider was cloaked. The person pointed to the two children. The Formless charged. The older girl shrieked.
"RUN MELISSA!" The older girl ordered. Melissa, the younger child, obeyed and ran. The older girl waited til the Formless were a few yards from her, then she took off. But she soon was overpowered. Zaintar watched in horror as the girl was tied and dragged over to the rider. When she was near the dragon horse's side, the girl stared straight at Zaintar. She heard words come into her head.
"It's your fault," the words said, hatred in it's tone. "You made this happened. Now your going to pay." Zaintar felt something stab her heart. She screamed out in pain. Then she heard the older girl scream.
Zaintar snapped awake. Sweat was rolling down her face, mixed with tears. She cried silently to herself, holding something in her hand. It was a dead yellow flower.