This is the second to last chapter until the sequel.
Kishira- I'm glad you like it.
Cheesy- Ruthi makes her debut in this chapter, I hope she is interesting.
Mana Demonica- Thank you, simply thank you.
Oushou no Yami- I will!
Cerruenos- Hopefully this has more description.
allycat18- Some people are touchy like that.
Sun City is known for being sunny all year long. It is not known, however, that all the kids are obsessed with Weird World, or that all the kids (and most of the adults) are snobs. When the Saturdays came, it was the same. The sun was shining even though its winter, the kids were playing with Weird World merchandise and just being snobbish.
People knew Ruthi better as the troublesome Trienna. The school thought of her as a 'delinquent and a menace', the police said they always got a kick out of her crimes, "One time," a policeman chuckled "She hacked into the speakers and played the song Schools Out, full volume, nonstop for a month 'til they cancelled school." Her classmates all hated her, (except for one boy, who had a major crush on her, "She was my one true love! I sang music to her every night!) "She once put a jack-in-the-box thing in my locker! It nearly knocked me out!"
It became more and more obvious she was an outcast and a prankster. Doyle was practically a ghost. Some people thought that with 'the troublesome Trienna's' brains, she invented him. Others thought he didn't even have a job and kept ditching his daughter. Ether way, both of them had bad reputations.
"Wow, Ruthi's really unpopular." Zak commented, after talking to several of Ruthi's classmates. "Well, her fathers not faring any better ether." Drew replied after talking to the teachers.
The family was looking for any sign of ether. The came across were Ruthi and Doyle used to live. The place was burnt completely. Zak started exploring where Ruthi's room used to be.
He came across what looked like three graffiti cans stuck in a triangular pattern with a string tied on. He pulled the string experimentally, and it shot up and started spraying spray paint everywhere, then fell back to the ground. Zak uncovered his eyes and noticed he got covered in purple, pink, and yellow paint.
"Zak!" his parents called him, he pocketed a few more of her paint bombs and left. Doc and Drew were surprised, to say the least, when they saw their son covered in paint.
"Should I even ask?" Doc asked smirking. Zak grinned. "You should see Ruthi's stuff! It's amazing! She made these paint bombs and I set one off accidentally." Zak pulled a paint bomb out and showed it to his father. "Don't touch your cousins stuff, Zak." Drew called out to her son. Zak stuffed the paint bomb in his pocket and followed his mom.
They went to the cemetery where they saw a certain gravestone. It said 'Here lies Carrie Scotts, RIP.' There was a piece of paper on the dirt, saying 'Trienna always hides in the woods. – Doyle.'
"That doesn't sound like Doyle." Doc stated, curiously. "Well, it's the only clue we have, so we might as well follow it." Drew said, Zak already was heading to the forest outside of the town, still wet with lavender, hot pink, and canary yellow paint.
About an hour later, the Saturdays bumped into Doyle. Doyle was focused on a machine, about the size of a game boy and almost walked into them. He was shocked, but recovered quickly.
"What are you doing here?" Doyle asked, then smirked when he saw Zak "Okay, ether you got in a fight with a painter, or you found one of Ruthi's Paint bombs." "Wait, what do you mean 'what are you doing here'? Didn't you leave us that note?" Zak asked, holding out the note. Doyle took it and read it, then shook his head. "No, I never call her Trienna, she hates that name." "Wait, if you didn't write it, than who did?" Drew asked, ignoring the smug look her husband was giving her.
Doyle shrugged, "I don't know, and Ruthi's tracker is broken, I can't find her." He showed them the screen and it was blank. Then they heard a loud scream and a young girl yelling. "YOU ROTTEN, EVIL, VILE, CRUEL, SELFISH, BACK-STABING, MEAN" The yelling stopped and they all turned around and ran the way of the screaming.
They got to a small clearing, where Van Rook was flying over head with his jetpack, holding… "Ruthi!" Doyle yelled, seeing his daughter in the hands of the mercenary.
Ruthi had Doyle's red hair, which was singed at the ends, but her mother's bright green eyes, which were currently staring at her father, desperately. Her skin was pale, even though the sun was shining all the time. She was wearing a black T-shirt with a skull on the front, a reddish purple raincoat over it, dark blue jeans, oversized boots, and goggles with large lenses and buttons as a headband. Van Rook had a hand over her mouth and his arm around her stomach, but that didn't stop her from kicking him with her heavy oversized boots, or trying to squirm out.
"So," Van Rook said, with his smooth Russian accent. "Come to reclaim your little brat. I can't see why you'd ever want her, she's the loudest and most troublesome pain I've ever seen. But hey, like father, like daughter." Doyle glared at him, but Van Rook was on a roll. "What, no snappy comebacks? That's a shame, I bet little Trienna here would like that." Doyle was clearly struggling not to punch him straight on the face. He managed to say, "Put her down." But Van Rook just pushed the final button. "Okay, I'll put her down." And made the motion of dropping her.
Doyle had it. He started up his jetpack and flew up into the air. Ruthi stared at her father then glared at Van Rook. Van Rook let go of Ruthi, who didn't panic. Instead, she grabbed the ends of her jacket and used it like a parachute, slowing her descent. "Ruthi!" Doyle yelled and flew down to grab his daughter. He got her just a few feet above the ground and put her on the ground, next to the Saturdays, and resumed fighting Van Rook.
Ruthi looked at her father and said to Zak. "We got to help him!" "How?" Zak asked his cousin. Ruthi smirked, the same smirk her father uses. "I got a few tricks up my sleeves, or in my boot," And pulled out the same weird box thing that was in the photo. "Just get my dad down from there, I can handle it from there." Zak looked at his cousin, wondering what she had planned.
He cupped his hands in front of his mouth and yelled "DOYLE! GET DOWN HERE! RUTHI HAS A PLAN!" It worked; Doyle looked at his nephew and daughter and saw the box. Unlike Zak, he knew exactly what Ruthi had planned. He landed on the ground and turned his jetpack off, then gave Ruthi the thumbs up.
Ruthi's smirk grew into a devious smile and started to fiddle with the dials, trying to get a result, while Van Rook came closer. Doyle grabbed Ruthi ran with her over his shoulder. "Doyle, what is she doing?" Doc barely had time to ask. "You'll see!" Doyle yelled excitedly, this would be so cool.
Finally something happened to Van Rook's jetpack. This was what Ruthi wanted; she switched to the joystick side and played around with that. Strangely when she moved the joystick, Van Rook moved too. Her joystick controlled his jetpack.
Doyle noticed and stopped, and put Ruthi down. Ruthi was making Van Rook go around and around in a circle, while he cursed in Russian.
Drew, Doc, and Zak ran to where Doyle and Ruthi were. "Doyle! What is she doing?" Doc asked, not sure what he's seeing. "Well," Doyle said smugly, "My daughter is currently making Van Rook do circles with one of her inventions."
Meanwhile Zak sat next to Ruthi "Hey," He said, not really sure what to say in these situations. "Hey," She replied back, still focused on Van Rook. "Cool toy, where'd you get it?" Zak asked. "Made it, I'm kinda a super genius, names Ruthi, by the way." Was her reply. "I'm Zak, can I try?" Ruthi smiled, "Sure." She handed the box to Zak.
"How do you know my Dad?" she asked. "Your dad, my uncle." Zak replied. She turned to Zak. "Wait, that means," Her smile grew bigger. "I HAVE A FAMILY!"
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