Next chapter, they should get longer and more detailed as I write. So this is where things start to escalate...

Drew was never the slightest bit suspicious when her brother didn't show up to dinner, or at all that night. She just assumed he was fixing his jetpack or something. Zak was slightly disappointed as he wanted to show his uncle his new videogame, but then at least Zak was free of "bad influence". She assumed that was why Doc was in such a good mood. However, she had no suspicion that he had the relic in his possession, after she had seen Fisk throw it out of the ship. Then again because she didn't bother to disturb him, she had no idea he was up late into the night working on it.

…..

Doyle slammed the book shut and rubbed his tired eyes, he had lost count on how long he had been working on it for. It had gotten him nowhere, superglue and duct tape seemed to have no effect. Getting slightly frustrated, he pushed the pile of books off the desk, the papers spreading across the floor. He stood up and started rubbing his head, maybe the relic thing wouldn't be as easy as he once thought. Maybe because he wasn't a Naga, it wasn't working properly. He decided to just get some sleep instead, Drew would definitely the effects of staying up all night on him in the morning. So he decided to get some sleep instead.

He'd been sleeping better since he had started staying with the Saturdays anyway. Van Rook never spent any good money on furniture at his place, he just hoarded his earnings instead, so the mattresses were ancient and creaky. Van Rook never did spend any decent money on home comforts. Then again they did have something in common, they both had a messy sleep space. As Doyle had to push his clothes and gadgets off the bed just to crawl under the duvet.

Turn out the light.

Get some sleep.

A light begins to shine from the desk, a dull but eerie orange glow

Roll over, kick the jetpack off the corner of the bed, pull the pillow over your head trying to ignore it.

"My servant…."

"What, who is this?"

"My servant I have a task for you"

Place your ears over your head trying to ignore the hissing in your ear.

"What, what do you want?"

"You will aid me, foolish male human"

"I will?"

"Yes, I, your master commands it"

"master?"

"You will bring the Lemurian to me"

"The lemurian?"

"The lemurian"

"Bring him to you master?"

"That's it human, that's it loyal one just as we've discuss— "

"GET OUT!"

…..

"GET OUT! STOP IT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD"

"Very well human, but there is no escape for you, I already have you in my claws…."

Doyle sprang out of bed with a cry, head in his hands. The relic was still on the desk, glowing hot. He ambled over and shoved it into a bag, then threw it into the wardrobe and closed the latch, panting heavily.

"What on earth was that" he whimpered, rubbing the back of his neck. He slumped down against the wall and sighed. That voice, it sounded like the serpent woman they had fought earlier, but why was she talking to him like that, servant? Master? Lemurian? Dreaming, that must be it.

"Snake nightmares, just what I wanted" He groaned, stumbling around in the dark trying to find his bed. Cursing softly as he stepped on what he assumed was his grappling gun, he fell back into bed, trying his hardest not to think about anything to do with snakes or Nagas.

Everything went quiet.

He turned out the light.

The voices hung back, at least for now.

Note: The conversation in the middle is between Rani Naga and Doyle, it is supposed to be like a telecommunication thing due to the relic, sorry

if I confused you all. So go ahead, review and tell me what you think.