Zak, Ulraij and Francis ran like hell. They spent the night at an abandoned amusement park. It was something stupid, foolish, crazy, and childish. And they were grinning like fools.

"I guess I should take you 'home'," said Francis. Zak nodded. Ulraij just shrugged his shoulders.

"Why did we do this?" asked Zak.

"It was your idea," answered Ulraij. Zak smiled evilly.

"Shame we can't do this again."

"Why not?" asked Ulraij.

"Because…," began Zak. Then he thought for a moment. They were like him. Kids. With awkward parents, granted. But kids none the less. And they had done a good job hiding from their parents. Why couldn't they keep this a secret? Why couldn't they be friends?

Zak mentally smacked himself. This is why he didn't want to be near Wadi. When people get close, you start to care. When you start to care you get distracted. When you get distracted, people die. When people die you get hurt. When you get hurt you lose the will to live. When you lose the will, you're already dead.

"…I'm evil," he finished mimicking Argost's laugh. As they walked toward the ship, bright lights shined in their eyes. In pure instinct, they all covered them. The light seemed to get closer. Zak felt something grab his shirt. A quick and hard yank pulling him. He landed on something familiar. A seat. A car seat. A taxi seat. A screech of tires and a shut of a door was all he could hear with adrenaline pumping in his ears.

He takes some deep breaths. He looks up and sees a familiar face. One that always seems to be there when the going gets weird…

"Tony!" cried Zak sitting up. The driver smiled at him. He was in all black driving his crazy-ass taxi, "What are you doing here?"

"Repaying an old friend," he said. Sadness in his eyes was laced with his overly happy smile. Zak noted but ignored this, just happy to see him. He then realized that Tony was like the two guys he was with. He was another person. But Zak had let him in too far. He wouldn't… couldn't do that to Tony.

"How'd you know where I was?" asked Zak thinking Van Rook sent him. Tony rubbed the back of his neck keeping one hand on the wheel.

"Well… uh…," he swallowed, "You have a tracking device, incase you ever got lost. Van Rook put it in you."

Zak stared for a minute. Then he laughed. Not in disbelief. No. He wouldn't put it past Van Rook at all. He was one to always know where someone was. He did his best to keep good information. He saw Tony mess with buttons in the taxi Zak hadn't noticed before.

"What are you doing?" he asked. Tony didn't look at him.

"Taking you home," he said pushing one last button before they were in the air. Zak grabbed the inside of the car door as the car went higher. Zak's eyes were wide.

"This thing flies?" he said to himself.

"Yeah," answered Tony, "Tricked her out myself."

A smile came to Tony's face.

"What?" asked Zak.

"Nothing White Star."

Zak's face instinctively flushed crimson, "Don't call me that!"

Tony laughed. The stars and clouds surrounding them gave an illusion of a dream. Perhaps it was. A long dream. Zak reached into his pocket. As long as the claw was with him, he would know that all of this was real.

"So Zak-inator, how's your girlfriend?" he mocked. Zak's mind immediately went to Wadi. His face turned a deeper shade of red.

"She's not my girlfriend!" he squeaked.

"No. I believe that now it is more fiancé," he laughed. Zak playfully punched him in his shoulder. Zak wasn't mad. He was a little tired.

"I'm a mercenary in training, not some love sick kid on the school playground," replied Zak.

"You're a MIT?"

"A what?"

"A MIT. You said so yourself, Mercenary In Training. Jeez Zak you're getting pretty slow."

"No. Just tired," he said, his eyes drooping. Tony could tell he hadn't slept recently. All the adrenaline was probably leaving his system making him feel wiped. His white hair looked like it was glowing softly in the starlight above them.

"Close your eyes kid. I have my license," he comforted. Zak was going to complain, but his body made him fall into deep slumber. Too deep for anyone to realize anything was wrong in his sleep.

He was alone. A deep cavern. Cold and a slight wind coming through the twisting tunnels around him. A soft hissing noise. He immediately categorized it as a naga. Torches lit the room but offering no warmth. He shivered involuntary. The illuminating light didn't seem to give any light. It still seemed dark. So very dark.

Then it was blindingly clear. Zak's eyes were warm. He knew he was using his power. He saw cryptids of all shapes and sizes around him. Some were angry. He could feel their rage seeping out in powerful waves. He could feel joy. But the joy was mingled with bloodlust. And he felt fear. Fear if they would live. Fear if they would die. Fear if Kur came back. No. Not if. When.

If it wasn't for his mercenary training he would be shaking in fear himself. But he kept his cool. No, he wasn't. It was like he had no choice. It was like he liked their negative emotions pooling around him. It made him feel disgusting. Yet it was enjoyable.

He was drowning in their fear, anger and bloodlust and he was enjoying it. At least on the outside. Zak couldn't control himself. He felt scared, but the body reacted as fearless.

"You know who your king is," he heard his body cry. It had his voice but it didn't sound like him. It sounded darker, eviler. Older. He felt something touch his shoulder. A hand. His bet was on either Doyle or Van Rook. The hand made him relax. A small island of happiness in a sea of unforgiving emotions. He turned his head to see neither.

He saw the creature that attacked him in his room. It smiled at him.

"Esaba," it said.

"Hello," Zak answered back.

'You're confused aren't you' it said. Zak looked at the creature, 'My name is Fiskerton. But you can call me Fisk, Zak.'

"How do you… Oh right, this is a dream," he mumbled to himself.

'I wish it were only,' he said softly. Zak gave him a look, 'It's a bit more complicated than that.'

"Who are you?" Zak asked.

'Like I said, I as Fisk, the Kur Guardian. One of the sons of Saturday.'

"The Saturdays never had any kids," said Zak before he could stop himself. The anger in the room was starting to grow. Fisk ruffled his hair.

'They had one.'

"Really," said Zak sarcastically. Fisk gave him a look.

'If this is about me breaking into your room, you shouldn't have stolen the Hand in the first place. And they did have a son.'

Zak froze a little, the anger in the room died down, but the fear rose. Were all the creatures in his dream (minus Fisk) linked to his emotions. Zak thought for a minute. This is all a dream. He didn't feel relief. He was still afraid of this thing. It had broken into his room, and now it felt like it was really here talking to him.

'His name is Zak Saturday.'

Fisk woke up as he heard someone boarding the airship. He got up and made his way to the entrance. He saw Doc, who he often times called dad, and Drew who he called mommy, and Doyle walk in with Van Rook batter and bruised in cuffs.

"Again. Where is Zak?" raged Doyle who used all his skills to restrain himself. Van Rook spat in his face.

"Why would I tell you where Zak is? You are nothing but a reminder of why the world is a cruel place."

"He's my nephew. By blood. And I have raised him over the years."

"But you left him."

"I wasn't given much of a choice."

Fisk walked away. He didn't think it would be a good time to tell his family about the dreams he had been having ever since he went over to Van Rook's old house and saw the kid. He didn't know who he was. But he had something to do with Kur. He could feel it deep down in his body. He didn't want to hurt the kid. He was a good kid as far as he could tell.

But why did he tell him about Doc and Drew's missing kid? He knew they believed he was him. But Fisk could tell the kid truly had no idea. And would rather it stay that way if it keeps his world that he has come to know and love together. He thought about finding a way to meet the kid.

He saw Komodo and Zon appear next to mommy and dad. They didn't see them so much as parents. Komodo viewed them more like care-takers and Zon viewed them as room-mates.

He couldn't tell them either about his dreams. They wouldn't understand. This was probably a Lemurian thing. He wished he could tell someone. He felt like the outsider of the family.

Okay. Um. Don't know what compelled me to write so much so soon but enjoy.

Oh! I was listening to Awesome Amv-Zak Saturday likes Fireflies. Maybe that's what did it… Hm… Review Please!