Chapter 6: Seven
I stare at the paper in my hands, not being able to read it, it seems to be in Mogadorian. I see Adam come over and hand him the note, I hope BK is alright. Adam reads the note, and looks up, forgetting that we can't read Mogadorian and we need him to translate.
"Well what are you waiting for, can't you translate that to english or something?" Mark says after a while.
"Oh right, yeah, it says, um, it says, your Chimera is with us, come get him, then there's this address, tomorrow, at five o'clock sharp," Adam seems pretty satisfied with his help.
"Well, where's the address?" Ten asks.
"Ohio. Paradise Ohio," Adam says, knowing that's where Four stayed, where Six and Four had that tiny battle. Six gasps once she hears.
"Crap, we have to go, we have to tell Four, maybe he could teleport to there, or maybe he want's to go and find him, I should call Four," Six says, looking nervous. I notice she's holding something in her hand as she reaches in her pocket for her phone.
"What are you holding?" I ask her, I was so caught up about this note from the Mogs, I didn't notice that maybe she found something.
"It's BK's feather, I'm sure it's his, I found it behind the bush, behind our ship," Six says, holding up the feather. I don't feel too good.
"I'm going to go check on Lexa, back in the ship, and Sarah," I add as I run to our ship, I'm worried about BK, I hope he's ok, I hope they don't do what they did to Dust. Dust, is he ok? Nobody checked on him, although we didn't forget him, I'm sure, because I think I saw him on board, but never conscious.
I go inside, Lexa's behind the controls, trying to find a signal on her phone. She see's me and nods, I nod back, she's not much of a talker. Neither am I. I'm happy she doesn't start a conversation. I go to a back part of the ship, where nobody seems to ever, go, where I saw Dust last. And surely enough, he was there, lying down, in dog shape, motionless. Unconscious. I bend down. I can heal him, I can heal him, he can wake up, maybe help us, but knowing him conscious is more the enough. I place my hands over him and stroke him, from head to tail. I can feel a small icy coolness flow from my fingers, but not enough, I keep on trying, keep going. I'm closing my eyes through the process. I only realise dust is awake, when he slowly, weakly like my finger.
"Dust!" I smile.