(BLUSHES DEEPLY) Oh my Golly Gosh! I cannot believe all the reviews I got from ONE chapter! Thank you all so much! They were amazing each and every one! But I must admit I felt the pressure to make this story the best it can be haha, and that's why it took alittle too long. Sorry about that, I wanted it to be perfect for you guys!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Secret Saturdays. Though I wish to be a secret scientist one day :3
Argost's body seemed to radiate anger. His fall was broken by the trees lucky enough, but his thick cloak was snagged in between the branches, his body now hanging ten to fifteen feet above the forest ground. The man clenched his teeth together, a low threatening growl seeping between them.
"That little brat will pay for this," he hissed. He managed to get most of the cloak untangled, one last piece still caught between some leaves. Delicately his sharp fingers unraveled it, falling gracefully to the ground below. The older man landed with a small thump, quickly inspecting the rips and tears that now decorated the thick fabric. He snarled. This was an expensive piece of clothing!
V.V. Argost gingerly touched his face, feeling the cracks from the child's hits. The anger rose higher in the older man; an inhuman shriek tearing out of his throat. "That boy doesn't realize how lucky he is that he possesses the power of Kur!" Because if he didn't Argost would snap his thin little neck like a twig.
The boy was not going to make a fool out of Argost again. Kur's powers belonged to him and him alone! No puny worthless child was going to take that away from him. He would get the last laugh, and Argost will have the delightful satisfaction of stripping the boy of his defiance. And oh how he would make it painful!
He just needed Kur alive. He never said he needed him unharmed.
From the blackness of his cape, Argost pulled out a worn medallion, the gold chipped and blue stone within it dull. He held it in the air, turning in each direction very slowly. North east it began to glow. Argost's smile twisted.
"I'm coming my little Saturday," He started in that direction, following the relic towards his prize.
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Fiskerton was climbing; the sky pure blue not a puffy cloud in sight. He relished the warm sun on his fur, a breeze making the trees sway softly. The cryptid could not help but laugh with joy. He loved to climb towards the sky, until he was high into the tree tops, away from usual cares and dangers.
The gorilla cat found a nice thick branch, shaded by thick green leaves. He leapt onto it, crossing his legs and leaning on the trunk. With a content sigh he closed his eyes listening to the birds fly around him, the sun's rays warming him.
"Fisk!" he heard a voice call. The Lemurian peeled an eyelid open, looking down at the ground that he was so far from. Rich grass grew bellow; a meadow of colorful flowers planted everywhere. But nothing could have called his name.
"Fiskerton buddy! Where are you?" A boy came into his line of vision, salt and pepper hair hiding his face. A huge grin grew on Fisk's face, waving his hand wildly in the air as he shouted for his brother.
(Zak, Zak up here!)
The air began to drop, a shadow starting to form around him. The branches swayed, the leaves whipping around the cat harshly. Fisk looked around in confusion, not expecting such a drastic change in weather.
He looked back down at Zak, eyes widening. The boy was on his knees, shaking hard from what Fisk could tell. The cryptid took no time in climbing down, swinging from branch to branch in order to get to his ill looking friend.
The sky darkened, wind stirring the trees madly. No matter how many branches Fisk leapt down, he couldn't reach Zak .The Lemurian's heart quickened. He knew he wasn't that high up!
A shadowed figure appeared from the darkness of the woods, sneaky towards the young Saturday. It held no detail; the thing a black form. The only thing the Lemurian could make out was the whites of its soulless eyes and white pointed teeth. Fisk screamed. (ZAK, WATCH OUT!)
The boy finally looked up, and his appearance made Fisk's stomach clench. His usual tan skin was white and clammy. Bruises peppered his cheek and the gorilla cat was pretty sure blood matted his hair, some running down the side of his forehead. What was worse was the fear that practically seeped out of very pore in the child's body, eyes wide as saucers.
"Some one- Some one help me!" he screamed, reaching towards Fiskerton. The cryptid forgot the branches, jumping clear out of the tree and down towards the boy, reaching out to him. At the same time, the figure leapt for the Zak, cackling like mad. But Fisk was going to make it first; he knew it.
A force knocked against him- like an invisible screen- separating Fiskerton from Zak. Fisk growled, pounding on it heavily, trying to make it crack. (No, no, no! Zak I'm coming!)
You cannot help the boy, A stoic voice whispered to him, He is Kur; our enemy. He must fend for himself.
Fiskerton never felt so much rage before, snarling up at whatever spoke to him. (He is just a kid! No one has the right to put such a fate on him! Now back off!)
I cannot. His fate is sealed. You can do nothing.
The shadow figured latched itself onto Zak, the boy sinking into the darkness of his body. Zak eyes were closed tight, tears falling down his face. Fiskerton yelled in terror beating harder and harder onto the invisible shield. That thing was going to take his brother away from him while he stood by and did nothing.
(ZAK!)
The shadow figure looked up at Fiskerton. The darkness dissolved into a pale blue, white hair sprouting from his skull. Fisk's heart stopped in his chest, air sucked right out of him. V.V. Argost looked back up with an insane grin twisted on his face. "Kur is mine to control now! And you will never see your precious brother again!"
The two vanished into the ground, leaving Fiskerton in mid air, staring at the vacant spot where his brother once stood.
Fiskerton had let Argost take Zak. Fiskerton had let his brother down.
A cry erupted from his throat. (NOOOO!)
Fiskerton's eyes shot open. He sat up from the wall, his fur standing on end. Never had he experienced such a nightmare. It seemed so real. Almost as if Zak had tried reached him some how. His mind told him to calm down, telling him that the passed week has plagued his mind into having horrific dream. But something in the back of his mind told him that it was something more. That maybe Zak was really in trouble.
Doyle noticed that the cryptid was awake, breathing heavily. He frowned, leaning down towards Fisk, "Hey big guy you okay? You look a little shook up."
The two Saturday's looked over at the pair, coming towards them. Drew became concerned at the sight of the Lemurian.
"He never gets this worked up," Drew put her hands on Fiskerton's arms, "Something must be wrong? What is it hun?"
"He might have had a nightmare," Doc leaned in too. "It's been a rough week. Who could blame him?"
Fisk ignored their worried looks, too deep in thought. If it were truly a nightmare, wouldn't Zak trying to be hurting him? Instead he saw Zak being hurt- by Argost none the less. He had never seen the eleven year old so vulnerable before.
And what about the voice of the Lemurian, the one that held him back. His duty was to protect the world from Kur. That's why his race existed. Was he supposed to leave Zak be and not care about the child's actions. Fiskerton couldn't do that. Not to Zak. He was the most important thing to Fisk. He was his best friend; his brother.
The lights began to flicker above them. Doyle's scowl deepened, looking at Doc with a very annoyed expression. "You did remember to pay the electricity bill right?"
Doc glared at the young man, crossing his arms. "We don't have an electricity bill. We harvest our own. The circuits must be acting up."
"That's strange; I thought you did a routine check two weeks ago." Drew asked.
"Guess he missed a spot."
"I didn't miss anything." Doc frowned, more in confusion, walking towards the wall. His hand landed on a hidden latch, popping open the hidden panel from its place. "Everything should be running in pristine condition."
Drew came to stand beside her kneeling husband, handing him a small flashlight. "We've had a lot on our minds in the past month or so. You could have skipped something…"
"I didn't skip anything." Doc shined the small light scanning his eyes for any sign of damage. Colorful wires ran in all direction, bunched neatly together. Doc didn't see anything out of the ordinary. He was about to comment when he saw a spark out of the corner of his eye. "Wait a minute…"
The professors reached his hand inside, and with quick reflexes snatched whatever was in the wiring. Something crunched in his palm. Doc withdrew his hand, standing to show his wife. "I think I found the culprit." A flattened brown and purple bug lay in his hand, wings twitching.
Drew looked at the bug type cryptid, eyes narrowed. "Monsack flies? What are they doing here? They're habitats are half way around the globe." Doyle came to inspect the creature as well.
"Well for what ever reason its here this little guy's been feeding on our power."
"Doc these things travel in flocks! They're could be hundreds in our system right now. How in the world did they get here?"
"Hey wait a minute… I've seen those before." The mercenary's eyes suddenly widened, "At Weird World."
Fisk's ears pricked up. It couldn't be.
A fierce squawk came from outside the glass bouncing as something hit it. The four turned their heads to see Zon flapping madly outside of the window. Fiskerton was the first to reach her, throwing the window open and shouting in his own language, (Zon what's wrong? Where's Zak!) He didn't fail to notice the knife like feather in her wing.
'That man…he's trying to take away Zak!' The bird panted back, 'Komodo is trying to hold of the spider like human, but I don't know how much longer he can handle it! And I tried to get Zak to a safe place but that foolish boy worried more about us than himself. I lost him in the woods; along with Argost!'
"Fiskerton what's going on?" Drew asked, not understanding the prehistoric bird. She was also aware of Zon's wing. "She's hurt Doc!"
Doc frowned, his eyes darkening. "I know that weapon anywhere. It's Argost!"
"But why attack Zon? She wouldn't have fought back unless," Drew paled. "Zak!"
'Fiskerton, Argost knows that's Zak's Kur!'
(How!!?)
"Fisk what did she say!!" Doc's s hands tightened into fist, the Lemurian going stiff at the other cryptid's words. Fiskerton, voice barely mute, relayed Zon's declaration to the others; knowing the Saturdays could somewhat understand him- especially when it involved Kur.
Drew's hand flew to her mouth, "Argost's knows about Zak!?!?!"
There wasn't a moment hesitation before Doyle's jet pack switched on, the mercenary in the air. "We've got to hurry and find him!"
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Zak slowly opened his eyes, a dull pain thumping in the back of his head. With a groan he began to sit up, his lower back sore as he lifted up from the ground. His whole body hurt; he could barely move with some part of him aching. Blinking heavy eyelids the boy began to look himself over. His knee was bleeding, shallow scratches littered his hands and a horrific pain shot up his muscle every time he moved his right ankle.
Where was he? And how long had he been lying there?
"How did I get here?" Zak muttered under his breath, his hands patting his head delicately. He hissed as his fingers brushed against the cut, hair damp with what the eleven year old boy knew was blood. Well that was just peachy.
Zak glanced to his side, a pile of rocks nestled there, his claw weapon few feet away. Looking at his with creased brow, the boys memories flooded back. His heart beat increased inside his chest, bouncing off his sore ribs.
Argost. He knew he was Kur. He was somewhere in this forest. Oh God how long had he been out!!?
Zak pushed himself slowly up on shaky limbs. He managed to get to his feet, not daring to support himself on his left ankle. It pulsed with pain without putting pressure on it. "Oh man this isn't good. How am I supposed to run when I got a twisted ankle?"
Hobbling forward Zak managed to pick up his staff; the claw no where insight. Oh man his parents were going to kill him; if he ever saw them again. The boy shook those thoughts away, using his useless weapon as a crutch. He made it to the trees, using them for balance as he made his way deeper into the forest. The shadows should give him some sort of camouflage.
Zak wondered how Zon and Komodo were holding up. The reptile could fare well enough by himself but facing Munya is a different story. Not even his dad could take the spider creep by himself. Komodo could run, but if he were to get caught… the boy didn't want to think about it. And Zon was hurt. Even if she could help the other cryptid her injured wing was going to slow her down. "I hope she listened to me and got help."
A twig snapped in the distance. Zak jumped, back knocking against a tree and his ankle flaring as he accidently put pressure on it. He lifted the staff; though his was clawless, the metal pole would do well for a weapon.
The bushes rustled and Zak's muscles tensed heart beat increasing with each secant. A small brown rabbit hopped out of the shrub, nose twitting as it nibbled on some grass. Zak blinked.
"This is embarrassing," Zak couldn't help but grin at his paranoia. He had to focus; the boy was the woods after all. Anything could have made that noise. He couldn't let his fear get him like that. As long as he kept moving he should be safe. At least for now.
The eleven year old pushed off the hard bark, watching as the harmless animal looked in his direction. The rabbit tensed and bolted away, out of Zak's eye shot almost instantly. The boy frowned. "Wonder what spooked him."
What the young Saturday didn't see was a threatening form sneaking towards him from behind.
"FOUND YOU!"
A hand clapped over his mouth before Zak had a chance to scream.
(Coughs) I hope you like it... though I doubt you appriciate the Cliffy. Gotta keep ya hanging lol.
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