"Kid? Kid! Um… Zak! Snap out of it!" yelled Francis trying to stay calm. But Zak just stared at the hand. Images danced in his head. Reds, oranges and yellows as far as the eye could see. Screams for miles. Human and Cryptid alike. Ear piercing and gut wrenching horror.
He saw creatures, like the one that attacked him in his bedroom before, being slaughtered in a terrible Holocaust. Seemingly by his hand. His hand stained with blood. But blood of many, not one. Blood that wouldn't come off.
He never feared blood. He had known it to be part of life. But this time his blood turned cold. He heard hissing laughter that sent chills down his spine. His eyes had an all too familiar feel to them. A feeling of control. But this only sent more chills through his body.
"He isn't responding," said Ulraij concerned. Francis assessed the situation. Here they were, less than a mile from Weird World and a major fight going on between the Grey men and Argost (Nagas) with Van Rook's apprentice whose eyes were glowing a peculiar orange and not responding. He thought to himself, what would Epsilon do?
Kidnap while he was still out of it. He walked over and put Zak on his shoulder. He was surprised slightly by his weight. He was slightly lighter than he thought. But he still wasn't the lightest person in the world. He was still slower with Zak on him.
"What are you doing?" asked Ulraij.
"Kidn… taking the kid away from the battle. I presume that they soon realize they are short one human child."
Ulraij gave him a look.
"Just because I am here does not mean I agree with your methods. They are too cruel. But I do agree he needs to leave. I don't want to think about how they would kill him and for what."
Francis nodded slightly. They walked to Francis's ship and took to the sky. Since it was a two seater and Francis was the only one who could pilot the thing, Ulraij kept the blank faced Zak on his lap. They flew for an hour like this.
Unaware until it was a bit too late, Zak blinked. His eyes dimmed. The orange glow left them. Zak saw that his location had changed. He was in the air. Seated on something uncomfortable, and being held at the waste. At first he didn't move. Then his curiosity got the better of him and he looked down to see to pale, scaly arms holding him in place. For a second he held his breath. Then he figured, I'm screwed so why not?
"AAAAHHHH!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. The ship took a dive downward.
"Whoa!" yelled whoever was behind him as whoever was piloting pulled the ship back up.
"Ulraij! Control that…child," said the pilot. Zak thought for a second and realized where he was. In a grey man's ship. Where was Abbey when he needed her?
Abbey
Saying what she walked in was awkward would be like saying Argost was just a little cranky, or that the grey men had the smallest trouble showing their emotions. She saw Doc and Drew, with whom she presumed to be Doyle, attacking her mentor. That could be normal, even with their pets. What made it strange was the fact that Van Rook was beaten to a near bloody pulp.
He spat at the red haired man in the eye.
"He's my son. You left. He is no longer yours," he said sternly. Abbey waited in the shadows. With Van Rook gone she could take over and not have to worry about explaining what happened to Zak. She was liking where this was going.
"Where… is… my… baby… boy?" growled Drew. It didn't take long for Abbey to piece it together. They did look similar. Doc's chiseled face and hair color but Drew's wild and uncontrollable personality. So Zak was a Saturday?
Saturdays child works hard for his living
She recalled that line in his little song. Saturday. It really did fit him now. He never took it easy. Always did it the hard way. She felt a small pain in her chest for selling him. She pulled out her cell phone and left. No one knew she was there.
"Tony? Look, you and I both know what you rigged that taxi of yours to do even if Van Rook and his apprentice didn't know. You owe me so I have a deal for you…"
Dun Dun Duh! Tony's back! Hope you all review!