Chapter 23
Trilby felt bad for Spike. He was scared and he had used it. He was in Spike's body, he knew someone would catch on when they found him missing and Spike asleep. He needed to leave before then. The sun was setting. Darkness, good. He carefully ducked behind Jumba's tent, he was bent over some sort of headset. As Spike he had nothing to fear. He looked round the tent flap, making noise. Jumba turned.
"Ah, experiment 319, what is matter?" Jumba seemed happy and carefree, Trilby knew he wasn't he was tired and frustrated. His baggy eyes and furrowed brow gave it away. Trilby was actually impressed he could come across as carefree at all. Trilby took a breath. He had listened to Spike talk. Thus he tried to mimic him as best he could. He tried to imitate every mannerism and move he made. His voice had already adapted to be the same as Spike's.
"I was guarding Trilby. He told me that there was a map of Hamsterviel's ship on your computer. He told me he hacked into the system."
"Is that so 319? Let me check." He turned to his computer and pressed a few keys. A map appeared on the screen. "Well, well he leaned back on his seat. I was very busy I didn't check. Thank you 319. Oh… Here," He stood carrying the headset he knelt beside him placing the headset on his head. He adjusted it to fit his head exactly. Jumba's voice became a lot more electronic. Is headset to block out the sonic wave. Stop you getting angry again."
"Thank you,"
"No problem, 319, what do you think of 629?"
"He is unhappy."
"I know I was too harsh I think. He didn't mean to do things he did I know that. He followed his programming. Just like how you followed yours when you were activated. It is shame. We can't free him he is too dangerous right now. He could break what remains of this family with a sweep of his hand. Also, between me and you 319. He wasn't made by Hamsterviel. He was made by another evil genius like Jumba, but this one is most evil genius, I recognised his handwriting on 629's blueprints. He is called…" A man's cry came from outside, a bloodcurdling cry of terror, Trilby rolled his eyes. The timing was impeccable he wanted to know his creator.
"Hide 319! Could be Hamsterviel. He grabbed his rifle jumping through the tent flap. Trilby noticed the computer by itself. He took the opportunity, closed it and grabbed it in his teeth, he saw a box filled with the headsets he had on. He grabbed a couple in case his broke- no taking any chances. He leapt through the opposite flap. The shout grew louder. The night air brought the smell of food- it was tempting but he was resolved once more, the winds a perfidious omen .He dodged through tents, pegs people, he turned a corner crashing into Pleakly.
"Oh… Spike, I'm sorry." They were both on the floor the computer landed a metre from him." I heard shouting, you should hide it could be Hamsterviel." Pleakly stood brushing himself off. He looked toward the computer."Um… Spike… What are you doing with Jumba's computer, I Think he needs it." Trilby began to think, he hadn't caught up yet.
"Pleakly, I was taking that somewhere safe, Jumba told me too."
"Oh, Ok playing it safe is he?"
"Yes, can I have it back now."
"I think I can take care of it now, you find someplace to hide." This was clearly going to be a problem.
"Pleakly Jumba told me to take care of it, so please."
"This isn't like you Spike, and when did you learn to speak English? Wait…" He was looking at him closer. The oval outlines on his arms and head, the same colour as the fur- not very clear but if you look closely enough.
"Tril…" Trilby had spiked him. It was too dangerous. He knew it would make him look more evil, but it was necessary. He would apologize later. But now… Trilby grabbed the computer running off into the forest, toward the remains of Kauai.
Sparky and Nosey were carrying the delusional Spike to Jumba's tent.
"What do you think he's doing now."
"I told you he is probably running so he doesn't damage our family anymore."
"Spiking Spike doesn't count I suppose."
"Collateral. I promise he is a good guy."
"Well where will he go now."
"Out of the camp, I don't know what he will do there though. He can't be far though."
"Why don't you fly up and see if you can see him?"
"Good idea." Nosey took the weight of Spike. Sparky leapt into the air, the winds caught in his fur. It felt good to be flying again. He looked around there was no sign of him. But in the darkness, he ould not see much or far.
"Can you see him."
"No," Suddenly a shout. Loud and piercing. Sparky looked for the source. A man was standing pointing at him. He had a bald head, and a pair of sunglasses with the lenses popped screamed
"BIG… YELLOW… RAT…" All eyes in a mile radius heard the scream and eyes were drawn to the sparking figure in the sky. Sparky recognised him. "I think we should go Nosey,"
"Who is it,"
"An old friend," Sparky flew to the ground, grabbing Spike they ran through a few tents. But people had recognised the' yellow bolt'. The one who destroyed the town. They split up, Nosey head toward Jumba's tent with Spike. Sparky flew into the sky. Zap was high up watching the mob below.
"Zap! Can you do me a favour." He nodded.
"Great can you distract the crowds." another nod. Zap flew over the heads of the people drawing their attention. They chased him, threw rocks. None of which hit. He was too fast. Sparky alighted on the ground close to Jumba's tent. Zap had flown off into the sky to wait out the trouble. Sparky walked into the tent.
"221! " Jumba was looking annoyed. Nosey was sitting on the bed next to Spike who was lying on the bed. "It was Trilby, Some evil genius I am. Ha!"
" Jumba what's going on?"
"Your friend escaped, he changed into Spike, I gave him a headset and he stole my computer."
"Wow, he is good,"
"Good at deceiving. Yes is what he is designed for. Anyway he stole my computer. It had map of Hamsterviel's ship on it he told me so."
"You don't suppose…"
"That he would go onto that ship… I don't know 221. I cannot tell what he will do, he is too cunning, too deceiving."
"I think he has, he is going to fix his mistake."
"How could 221 know? He is confusing and tricky experiment. He tricked you as well."
"I know, but he is my brother and I believe in him, I trust him and he trusts me, it doesn't matter what he does he will always be my family."
"I thought we were your family 221," He sounded worried at the notion. That their broken family be broken more.
"You are, but I have two now." Jumba looked at Nosey.
"It's crazy but at least we have the old Sparky back." Jumba couldn't deny this. Sparky was motivated now. He was happy. The boredom was gone the voice in his head, was hidden from sight and mind. He was as he had been before it had started.
"Very well 221, I suppose I did see it coming."
"What does that mean?"
"I put tracker in 629 when he asleep." He reached into a drawer at his desk, he took out another computer. I also built another computer- Just in case.
"Tell me where he is Jumba." The computer booted up.
"He is going to destroyed town, I wonder why."
"I'll find out when I get there." He was about to leave.
"Hold on 221, You are energetic again no? Here." He gave a headset to him. He fitted one on the three experiments. "Stop you getting angry at noise," said Jumba's ,now, electronic voice. "We will need help if we want to go onto the ship."
"We will need all the help we can get. Nosey stay here try and get help,"
"You got it buddy."
"Jumba we will need a lot of those."
"On it 221." Was this a plan? Trilby had definitely rubbed off on Sparky. With that thought he flew through out of the tent. Into the night and toward the destroyed town. The wind caught in his fur, whipping across his face, his antenna sparked with the elation of the night and anticipation of the confrontation, the cool abrasive feeling. The stars and moon were blocked by the huge ship. He would open the night sky. He would bring it crashing down. He felt better than ever. He felt powerful, he had a responsibility to help his little brother, and all his cousins.