"Oh this is so boring!" moaned Zak. He was on the jet with Abbey for his late night training. He sat in his seat awake and alert for whatever the training was. His eyes flickered with small orange light. He knew he shouldn't do it, but his powers seemed so restless now that he knew about them. Like they wanted to be pushed to their limits.

"Shut it kid," said Abbey who was annoyed with the kid. But she wanted the million dollars.

"Whatever you say Auntie," he said with a reflex. He didn't really note it as being anything other than an annoyance to her. He never noticed that she looked away every time he said it. She was embarrassed, but she didn't hate being called Auntie. She felt warm inside when she heard him call her that. It gave her a feeling that she did have a family. That didn't include her goody two shoes sister.

"It's Abbey," she responded lowering the jet.

"Uh, care to tell me where we are? Or is this training in a place where you have no idea where you are?" he asked eagerly. She had a small frown.

"You'll see," she said getting off the jet. Zak followed cautiously. He saw a castle like building outside.

"Why does this remind me so much of Weird World?" he asked. Abbey looked at him. She recalled Van Rook showing him pictures of the place. So he knew very little of the actual place.

"Stay close to me," she said walking toward the door. Zak followed keeping a yard distance from her. Close but not too close in case she planned on attacking him. He blinked. What was he getting so worked up about? He was a kid yeah, but she wasn't the type to attack a kid. Especially when she's getting paid by that kid's dad. He relaxed a bit as he entered the spooky building behind her.

Van Rook

He walked around the base and with its odd silence. He was so accustom to Zak running around here. His feet hitting the floor rhythmically. Then him running up to Van Rook saying, 'What ever is down there is all Doyle's fault!'

He chuckled at remembering those memories. That was the first rule Zak learned as a mercenary, always blame someone else. He smiled a little. Zak was… he wouldn't admit it, his son.

With that thought there was an explosion.

"VAN ROOK!" yelled an all too familiar voice. He turned to see the Saturday family, including their 'pets' enter the room he was in.

"Yes, yes, you want a cookie?" he mocked. He had one gun on him and he was against six living beings. He was glad Zak wasn't here. He watched as Drew rushed him, her fire sword pulled out. He dodged her but he saw the rage that filled her eyes.

"Where… is …he?" she raged.

"Who? You're idiot brother? Sorry no refunds on him," he said as he was pinned against the wall by her husband.

"Our son!" yelled Solomon. Van Rook had a hesitant look on his face. He thought for a second and a smile formed in his mind. All the pieces fit. Government parents? Strange powers? The ability to put up with Doyle? That pointed to him being a Saturday. By blood at least. Zak was still his son. He had raised him after all.

"Look, you aren't taking my son away," he countered. Anger and tension filled the room, "It's not like you'd find him here anyway. He's training with my new apprentice."

Abbey

"Whoa. Creepy but so cool!" said Zak excitedly. He enjoyed the mystery that seemed to fill the halls. He wasn't so hot about all the dangerous cryptic energy he felt here. And all the hissing that filled his ears.

"You okay kid?"

"Yeah, just a little jumpy with all the hissing."

Abbey flinched a little and kept moving. If he could already hear the Nagas, it might be a good thing to be ready to gag him.

"Mondays child is fair of face," he sang softly.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Singing an old nursery rhyme dad taught me."

"Dad?"

"Van Rook. I'm not kidding. He really is like a dad to me."

Abbey looked at him again, not seeing a mercenary, but a child with only one person to hold him up. She was almost sorry she was selling him for a million dollars. But the kid would have done the same if she was up for a million dollars.

"So how's it go?" she asked.

"Well, it goes 'Mondays child is fair of face,

Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay,'," he sang in the halls. Saturday. It sounded so much like Zak. He was young but already working hard to do what he must to survive. Even if it meant dying

"I was found on a Wednesday. They accepted me on a Thursday. So I am full of woe and have far to go," he said. It wasn't clear if he was talking to her or to himself. They continued forward, Zak's tune filling the halls. Abbey was even humming to it eventually. Until she came to the room. Argost's room.

"Go inside. Someone wants to talk to you."

Zak looked up at Abbey. His dark eyes full of trust and a small hint of fear.

"Alright Auntie," he said walking in. Once the door was shut she walked down the corridor.

"Argost. The money," she said holding out her hand. Argost came from the shadows with an evil smile on his face, Munya behind him.

"Thank you so much," he said cruelly, "And a bonus for making sure it came unharmed," he said adding a few extra hundred dollars. She left with a smile on her face. She hoped Van Rook had trained him in the art of escaping. He would need it to get out of Weird World.

ZOMG! Dead. Sorry. Been busy an' all. Please review