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9- Behold a Split Screen! And a Flashback!
"Do you have a lock on them yet Doc?" Drew asked worriedly as she paced back and forth on the Air Ship.
"No…" Doc growled frustrated with himself. Argost would pay, along with Van Rook. Hell all of them would pay! He was at the end of his ropes with those maniacal men.
Clearly sensing Doc's distress Drew walked over and slid her arms around his neck from behind, resting her head atop his, all the while planting soft kisses on his forehead. "We'll get them." She said with determination.
"I know, we're Saturdays after all." Suddenly Fiskerton came rushing towards them, garbling like mad. "You have a lock?" Doc said straightening up, Drew releasing him as the two parents headed for Fiskerton's computer screen.
Three golden dots blinked every so often. Though before they could get an exact reading on it the screen began to crackle, the image getting distorted.
"No!" Doc said slamming his fist next to the screen, trying to jog it back into a visible image. Then all went black, not just the particular computer. No, the whole Air Ship lost power.
"Doc!" Drew said rushing towards the controls, but to no avail. The Air Ship began its decent back to Earth, gaining speed every second. The last thing Drew could shout above the roaring as the Air Ship began moving faster and faster was. "Brace for impact!"
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Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud…
Everything hurt, as it hurt with ever beat of his heart. Slowly blue eyes cracked open only to find himself facing a stony ceiling. Sapphire orbs widened, and surveyed the room in panic. No. No. No. NO!
Zak suddenly became nauseated. He was in, he swallowed hard. He was in…
"Weird World…" Zak breathed, suddenly he heard clapping. His head snapped towards the sound, and he was horrified to find, standing in the door way was Argost.
"Quite the remarkable deduction, and a correct one as well!" Argost purred grinning from ear to ear. He took a step forward and Zak began to fight against his bines. From the corner of his eye he saw Argost's cloak fan out, and flow to a stop.
He looked away ruefully, not wanting to meet the maniacs gaze. But talon like fingers grabbed his face and forced him to look at the white masked man.
He tried to jerk his head away but only succeeded in getting his cheek ripped. "Oh dear, feisty aren't we?" Argost smirked, eyes scanning the room. "Doesn't this bring back such fond memoires Young Saturday?"
Sapphire eyes widened and the teen began to thrash about, shouting at the top of his lungs in a feeble attempt to get someone's, anyone's attention. He was met with cold water on his face. Coughing and sputtering the boy managed to half glare at Argost, who continued to smirk.
"Yes very fond." He muttered stroking the teen's sodden hair. Zak pulled against his binds as much as he could, anything to get a hold of one of Argost's arms. "Shall we travel down memory lane?" Zak began to shout again as an odd object was placed on his head.
He waved his head from side to side trying to joggle the contraption off of his head. Suddenly a memory flashed boy, where were his friends? "Where are they?!" He finally growled, continuing to struggle. "What did you do to them?!"
"Nothing." Was the reply he received though he could see Argost. "Nothing yet at least. They mean nothing to me, as of now. Well mostly. Though the Temporal Keeper has peaked my interests."
"What are you plotting Argost?" Zak asked breathlessly as he continued to struggle weakly.
"None of your concern Young Saturday." Argost said, patting the contraption on the boy's head. "Now just sleep and enjoy the memories of your last visit here."
Zak's eyes widened as the machine was turned on, but they slowly drifted close, and the boy was asleep trapped in his memories.
Flashback
The room smelled of blood and damp rocks. It was an old looking dungeon, with a table in the middle of the room. Strapped to the table was Zak Saturday eleven year old Zak Saturday, as he struggled against his binds.
Tears leaked out of the preteens eyes and we waited again for the torture he received his first day here. Several IVs were strapped to his body, each one a different color. Some of which didn't even look like they belonged in the human body. Actually they probably didn't.
Zak check his dim surrounding for the fifteenth time. He was getting sick of this view. His whole body felt like it was asleep, though he supposed it was a good thing that he could hardly feel anything anymore.
The door opened slowly and Zak's eyes widened as several of Argost's men entered. Each wearing white lab coats, in the middle of them was Argost. He strode into the room, a man with a cart just behind him.
Zak's eyes widened at the contents he saw on the cart, sutures and scalpels of every type were placed neatly on cloth. He visibly shook as the men in white coats neared him.
"Make sure he's completely immobilized." Argost instructed. "Don't want him moving too much. Oh and bring in the tablet."
Zak watched as they brought in a tablet, about an inch thick and foot long ancient writings on it.
"Now, now." He felt Argost's hand on his head. "It'll all be over soon. Begin."
Suddenly he felt the symbols on the tablet being carved into his skin, and he out a strangled gasp as the pain soared through him, bringing feeling back to his numb limps.
Eventually the pain was too much for the preteen and he passed out.
End Flashback
Present Zak's eyes snapped open and he let out a gasp. Looking around wildly he saw Temoria was now in the room with him. She was unconscious in a glass tube that had various IVs placed in it.
"Oh so you're awake?" He heard Argost say, and he tried to bend his head to see were the maniac was, but couldn't bend it back far enough.
"What are you doing?" he growled.
"You'll find out very soon," Argost said chuckling softly. "Very, very soon. For the time being enjoy the rest of your memoires."
"Wai-" Suddenly the inducing sleep took over and he soon found himself back in the past.