Hey, everyone! I bet you've been wondering, "Where the hell have I (or you) been?" Well first of all let me take up almost half (or a quarter) or this chapter explaining why I've been gone for so long:
Reason #1: Usually I would try to have at least one chapter done every 3 days. But lately I've been trying real hard to think of a plot line for this chapter to be really, REALLY good, but I got this sucky one instead. So sorry if it's a bit rushed, I just tried to hurry up and put it online.
Reason #2: I also was having a writers block, and when I say that I mean in both ways physically and mentally. Mentally because once again I couldn't think of something good for this chapter, and physically because I literally was blocked from writing, :). I got grounded for a few weeks because of something I didn't do. SO my aunt was blocking me from the computer and plus I was just being pretty lazy. -_-
So long story short the chapters should be up a little faster now that I can write again. Oh, and before I forget this is in response to Moonlout I'll try to find a way to fit Zak and/or Doyle inside of the story, I'll try :)! So enjoy this sucky new chapter I made.
"Now you see... Now you see... what I had... what I had... to endure... to endure.
Chapter 2: Kira
Zak opened his drowsy eyes and rubs his forehead as his blurry vision becomes clear. "Whoa what happened?" He asks himself. Suddenly Zak gasps, as he looks around and sees that he's not in the jungle anymore, but instead a house. A small, adequate, apartment-sized house. There were pots on shelves, pictures painted and hung on the walls, beautiful mahogany colored couches, and a small kitchen that looked like it could only fit a few people inside. The walls were painted a tint of beige and the place also was neat, there wasn't a single piece of dust inside. Zak looked as he noticed a certain picture that really caught his eye, a picture of somebody he knew. "Argost!" He whispered as he reached his right arm toward the painting and touches it. Then he wipes away a little dust from the side of the frame, it reads:
Date: Sept. 29th
"Man, this was months ago!" Zak says, he reaches his left arm out towards another painting in Japanese, "I wonder when this one was paint-." Suddenly a sharp pain bolts up his arm, he winces and jerks his arm back. "Oh yeah, I forgot about this stupid pain." Zak says out loud. He lifts up his sleeve and sees the wound is covered with bandages, Zak reaches for the bandage.
"I wouldn't touch that if I were you." Said a voice in the background, Zak looks around the room, "B-Behind you." The voice told him. Zak turned around as a young girl walked toward him, the girl had dark chocolate-colored hair, a mulatto skin tone and wore a blue shirt along with a pair of shorts. Her face was covered by the bangs on her hair. He looks at her then gets in his battle stance, "Who are and what did you-?" He reaches behind himself to take out his claw, but the claw isn't there. "Hey! Where's my-?" "Are you looking for this?" The girl holds out the weapon towards Zak, "Here." Zak looks at her in a hesitant way afraid that she might attack him,
"I have to be careful, this girl might be dangerous."