A/N: I forgot to mention that this story takes place in the middle of series 2 of the tribe. Thank you to the two people who have left me a review so far.

Chapter Two: A Little Misunderstanding

A few hours later, Xandar and Jane had finally reached the end of the motorbike tracks. They had ended up in a very small village. It was made up of one road which had a few run down houses on either side of it, what looked like a convenience store in the middle, an inn at the start and an old dilapidated church at the far end. Xandar took note of the convenience store when he spotted it and decided to check if it had any supplies later, he first wanted to check out the motorbike. It was parked outside the inn across the road from them so Xandar headed towards it.

"Xandar, what are you doing?" Jane asked.

Xandar stopped and turned around.

"I'm just going to have a look at this bike, and then we can go to that convenience store for supplies." Xandar explained.

Xandar headed towards the motorbike again, keeping an eye out for its owner. When he reached it he was amazed at its condition. It looked brand new, bar the mud on the tires. Xandar could tell that whoever owned this bike thought of it as a prized possession. He went to the front of the bike to see if the keys were in the ignition, thinking that he and Jane could make a quick getaway, when someone put an arm around his throat and dragged him backwards.

"Thinking of stealing my bike was you?" A deep voice said.

"No, I was just admiring it. I've not seen a motorbike in a while." Xandar replied.

"I don't believe you." The voice growled, and his arm tightened around Xandar's throat.

Xandar felt himself getting dizzy and he knew he had to do something soon or he would black out, and then there was no telling what this guy would do to him or Jane. So he threw both his arms over his shoulders grabbed the guy behind him, bent forward and tossed him over his head. The boy hit the ground with a thud and Xandar walked over to him and put a foot on his chest to keep him on the ground. The boy started to struggle, trying to throw Xandar's foot off.

"Xandar, are you alright?" Jane asked sounding worried; she had run over during the scuffle.

"Yeah I'm fine. We've just had a little misunderstanding." He replied.

Xandar looked down at the boy on the floor and saw him properly for the first time. He had short, messy black hair, was well built, and he was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket that had the arms cut off it. Since Jane had come over he had stopped struggling and was trying to look as cool as possible while lying on the floor.

"If you let me up I'm sure we could sort our little misunderstanding out." He said cheekily.

"Come on Xandar, let him up, I'm sure he won't try and hurt us." Jane pleaded; she seemed to have taken a liking to him.

"He won't hurt us!" Xandar exclaimed. "He just tried to strangle me!"

"Like you said, it was a misunderstanding. Now I know you don't want to steal my bike I promise not to strangle you." The boy said.

"There, he promised not to hurt you. Will you let him up now?" Jane asked.

"Fine," He said sounding exasperated. "But if you try anything."

"I won't" the boy replied.

Xandar reluctantly took his foot off the boy and offered him a hand. He took it and Xandar pulled him up off the floor. As soon as he was up he punched Xandar in the face, who fell to the ground.

"Son of a…" Xandar exclaimed

"I didn't strangle you." He pointed out with a mischievous grin on his face.

Jane laughed at this comment and Xandar starred at her in disbelief. She walked over to the boy.

"I'm Jane, and that's Xandar." She said.

"I'm Slade." He replied.

Slade walked over to Xandar and offered him a hand. Xandar just starred at him and didn't take it.

"Look, I'll by you a drink in that inn and we can call it even ok?" Slade asked.

Xandar took hold of Slade's hand and Slade pulled him up. All three off them headed into the inn. When they were inside Slade went up to the bar, Jane started walking around the room and Xandar sat down at one of the tables. He looked around the room; it didn't look like the inn got many visitors. There was a thin layer of dust on the floor, tables and stairs leading to the next floor. A few of the tables had cigarette burns on them and some of the chairs only had three legs.

"Here." Said Slade, and he put a can of beer on the table in front of Xandar.

"Thanks." Xandar said, and he picked up the can and took a sip.

"Look, I'm sorry about hitting you but I was kind of pissed off." Slade explained.

"It's alright; I'd have probably done the same thing."

"So what are you two doing in a run down place like this?" Slade asked.

"Actually we were following you. You rode passed us last night and we decided to follow you. It had been a while since we saw a working motorbike. We were coming here anyway to look for supplies." Xandar explained. "What about you?"

"I'm just…" Slade paused and took a sip of his beer "Just passing through."

"OK" Xandar said, he didn't sound convinced though he thought Slade was hiding something.

"Oooooooooh Xandar, come and look at this." Jane said, sounding excited.

Xandar looked over and saw that Jane was looking at a cigarette vendor.

"What's with her?" Slade asked. "Is she your girlfriend? Cause you strike me as the type that would travel alone."

Xandar snorted into his can.

"No she's not my girlfriend. I'm looking after her. I made a promise to her brother." Xandar explained.

They both sat there in silence drinking their beers for a few minutes. Xandar started to absently play with his dog-tags, wrapping the chain around his fingers.

"What are they?" Slade asked curiously.

"What?" Xandar replied.

"P.O.Xandar." Slade read, leaning closer for a better look. "I take it that the dog-tags are yours then?"

"Oh, yeah" Xandar replied, suddenly realizing what Slade was talking about.

"Where did you get them?"

"Well my dad gave them to me." Xandar improvised.

"Right."

"So have you seen anyone else in this little village since you arrived?" Xandar asked, quickly changing the subject.

"Apart from the bartender, no. I had a look around when I got here and the houses looked like they're being lived in, but there was no-one in them, and the convenience store was empty too. I haven't checked the church yet."

"Hey you two, come and listen to this." Jane called. She was standing by the door.

Xandar and Slade walked over to the door and went outside. At first they couldn't hear anything, but after a few seconds they heard some chanting.

"ZOOT, ZOOT, ZOOT!"

"What's that all about?" Jane asked.

"I don't know" Xandar and Slade replied.

"Let's go and find out." Jane said sounding excited.

"Hold on." Xandar said. "Give me your bag."

Jane handed her bag over to Xandar.

"Wait here." Xandar ordered.

He headed back into the inn and went over to the bar. He put his and Jane's bags on the bar and called the bartender.

"Could you put these in a room upstairs? This should cover it." He asked, and he placed a silver necklace on the bar.

The bartender nodded, grabbed the bags and headed up the stairs. Xandar turned around and went back outside. He tapped Slade and Jane on the shoulder.

"Ok let's go." He said

They set off in the direction of the church, as that's where the chanting was coming from. As they got further down the street the chanting got louder and louder.

"ZOOT, ZOOT, ZOOT!"

As they approached the church Xandar got an uneasy feeling in his stomach. They had to go round the edge of the church to reach the source of the chanting which was coming from the graveyard. They all ducked down behind some bushes and peered over the top. Before them they saw about 30 people in blue robes, all punching their fists into the air with each chant and at the very front of the group, leading the chanting, they saw a man in white robes and a woman holding a baby.