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Kur the Nevermore	By : PariahAlchemist Category: +S through Z > Secret Saturdays Views: 2219 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Lost
- 2-Coming Home
- 1
- 2
Zak’s pov.
   It was unbearably hot, I didn’t know if it was whatever Argost had been giving me or the room its self that was like this but it was to warm for me. I was panting hard, from heat and pain. It hadn’t stopped since the first day. Now I didn’t know what Argost was doing to me. I couldn’t even tell much about my surroundings. On the second day Argost had put another bar of metal on my face, this time over my eyes to keep me from seeing. The only thing I knew was that I was lying on my stomach with my arms and legs pinned down. I heard footsteps enter the room and shuddered. “Well, young Saturday you’ve survived longer than I expected you to, and to think it’s only been four days. Oh well you’ll die soon enough.” I felt a sharp pain run down my back then go back up then spread out all over. It was like he was drawing on my back with a knife dipped in acid. Every time he came into my cell he cut me. Over the time I had been here he had cut my arms, legs, and chest in varies places that included my hands and feet. The pain made my mind hazy but I could still register some things.
   I didn’t know how I was alive, I shouldn’t be at all. I should be dying of starvation and dehydration. He hasn’t given me anything along those lines of food. I didn’t think too much on it. Really I couldn’t focus on anything anymore. I was still waiting for my family. They would come for me I knew they would. They had to, I needed them. Didn’t they need me? If I gave up they wouldn’t have to worry about the end of the world. I couldn’t give up on them. They said they would love me no matter what. I had to hold on for them. “You are full of surprises young Mr. Saturday. I look forward to seeing what you can do.” Argost’s voice was barley a whisper though I’m sure he spoke in a regular voice. Soon I fell asleep.
   When I woke up again something was off. I felt heavier, like gravity had increased. I felt a strain on my wrists and ribs like it was gripping me. My lungs burned from the pressure on my chest. “mmmh” I tried to speak but the metal still covered my mouth. The sound of a cackle reached my ears. “You’ve been out for quite some time.” Argost’s voice barley registered. I felt him grip my jaw and raise it up. He forced me to open my mouth and the metal covering my face slipped between my upper and lower jaw, keeping me from closing my mouth. It hurt and for a moment I worried it would break my jaw. “Now for the final test.” Argost whispered. He tilted my head again forcing me to look up but I still couldn’t see anything. I felt his thumb on my chin as he forced it away from the bar in my mouth. I couldn’t help but whimper in pain. Then he poured something into my mouth. It tasted heavily of copper and felt near metallic in my mouth. It should have been disgusting but for a strange reason it tasted heavenly in my mouth and I swallowed as best as I could. “Oh, happy day!” Argost shouted “Things are turning out better than I had hoped.” He left soon after, cackling like the mad man he was. ‘I have to get out of here. I can’t take much more.’ For the first time since I had been here I could think clearly. ‘My powers, that’s it. That freak keeps loads of cryptids around him.’ I reached out as far as I could with my powers and found the cryptids I was looking for. “Shamirs, yes!” They were crawling around in the walls. I focused as best I could on the cryptids when something strange happened. Suddenly I could see. But it wasn’t my vision. It was flat and everything was tinged yellow. Then I saw myself. ‘I’m looking through the cryptid’s eyes!’ I realized with a start. I didn’t waste time though and through their eyes I watched as they ate away at the rock that held me up against what I realized was now the wall. Soon I dropped to the floor and collapsed for a moment. I kept my powers going as I used the wall to help me stand. Stretching my powers further I realized there weren’t many cryptids here. ‘We’re not in Weird World. That’s why they haven’t found me yet.’ I took a few steps forward and tripped a little. ‘ok’ I thought. The chains weighed me down so I wrapped them as best I could around my wrists. I used the Shamirs to guide me and had one of the centipede like cryptid crawl onto my shoulder so I could see my surroundings better.
   Wondering around using the cryptids to avoid Argost I learned I was under ground. ‘I have to get out of here and stop Argost for good.’ Then a thought came to mind. Reaching out with my powers again I found another type of cryptid. ‘Jinshin-mushi, earthquake beetles.’ I commanded them to spread out everywhere as I started for the exit. They began the process of bringing down this hell hole as I left. I heard someone scream and found myself hoping that it was Argost. I felt the underground fortress collapse on itself and felt relief flood me as I fell on my knees. I wanted to cry I was so happy. ‘Finally’ I thought ‘I can go home.’
   I walked for some time using the cryptids in the area to see my surroundings. By the next night fall I felt a hunger pull at my stomach, an intense ache that turned and pulled inside me distracting my mind, making it harder to control my powers. Finally I was only able to control the small Shamir on my shoulder. Finding food suddenly became my first priority before I could continue my journey home. A smell suddenly caught my attention and a predator instinct took over me. Without thinking I crouched and ran, reaching a tree that I promptly climbed. Resting on the branch I felt a tugging in my back. Like something tried to separate. Finally the tugging turned into a ripping sensation that started at the nape of my neck then down my back like a curved snake. The sound of cracking reached my ears and I felt as though a weight was released and became lighter on my feet. I noticed that the smell was closer and suddenly I was on top of a deer. It was dead, what looked to be a long shiny spear cut through its neck and on its own came out of the deer. Using my hands that had grown claws I ripped open the deer’s side exposing its ribs and other features. Before I realized what I was doing I plunged my hands in and cupped them to bring the warm blood to my lips pouring it over the bar in my mouth. I did this a couple more times and only stopped when I realized what I was doing. ‘What the hell did Argost do to me?’ I was shaking now as I stood up. ‘What will my parents think? Do I still go back to them? I have to. I need to figure out what happened to me and they can help. How do I find them anyway? If I go to a cryptid sighting I might find the airship.’ I walked away from the deer and surprisingly felt full. ‘What do I look like now any way?’ I placed my hands on the bar to tug on it, but that was a mistake. Immediately the bar tightened around my head squeezing but stopped shortly after. ‘What the hell? Ok, don’t touch the metal covering my eyes.’ I now had a headache and felt something wet on my chin. I went to wipe it away, my fingers brushing the metal on my mouth as I did so. The same thing happened and I felt the metal cut the corners of my mouth. “hhmmm” it came out a high pitched whimper. Blood trickled from under the bar. ‘I have to find mom and dad.’

Doc’s pov.
   It had now been three weeks since Zak was kidnapped and we were no better off than we had been from the beginning. We were forced to stop looking for him when Cryptid sightings got out of control. We were in a small town that I didn’t care for the name of. All I wanted was my son back and safe at home. It wasn’t the same without his laugh echoing through the halls, or him shouting ‘it wasn’t my fault.’ He was creative when he tried to get out of trouble.
   “Doc.” Drew called for me. I looked up at her and she gave me a small sad smile. “He’s out there somewhere, we just have to find him.” She said to me. “I know, I’m just worried about him.” “So am I, I want to see him again. I want my baby boy back.” She looked like she was going to cry but didn’t. “Come on the other scientists want to talk to us.” The whole family made its way to the clearing at the edge of town. There Dr. Beamen’s ship sat far in front of ours. “You wanted to talk to us?” I said as my family and I walked up to the small group of scientists in front of us. The group consisted of Grey, Beaman, Cheechoo, and Bera. “We wanted an update.” Said Beaman, his voice giving away his annoyance, Drew didn’t miss a beat. “You couldn’t have called us.” Paul stepped in his voice sounding sincere. “We wanted to see how you were doing and wanted to help in any way we could. We’re not the experts on cryptids but if you need us to take some of the load while you look for Zak, we’re willing to do the best we can.” He gave us a small comforting smile that I couldn’t help but return. I looked back at my family. We all seemed to agree with this idea. So my gaze returned to the other scientists. “Alright let’s see what’s going on and divide up the work.” They nodded and began to follow us to the airship.
   Something felt different as we approached the airship. I couldn’t tell if it was good or bad, all I knew was that something was off. Doyle squinted then ran ahead to the airship side door and looked at the scanner. He turned back to us and shouted “Hey Professor I think you might want to take a look at this.” His eyes were wide and he seemed panicked. I questioned this as we came up to him. He pointed to the scanner and I saw what had him worried. There was blood in the shape of a hand print on the scanner and surrounding it, like the hand had slipped. I looked down and saw a bloody foot print too. “What the hell?” I whispered. Blood prints were bad to begin with but what had me worried was the fact that the prints were child sized. Finally the other scientists reached us and they looked horrified.
   “Ok, we have to find out who got into the ship, see if they’re friendly or not, and find out if the blood is theirs or if it belongs to someone else.” I spoke, looking at the others. They nodded and Drew took a sample of the blood and put it in the scanner. “We should wait till the results come back before we go in. It might give us an idea on what or whom we’re dealing with.” Drew said as the scan started. None of us argued so we waited. The result came back quicker than expected. “Strange, it’s deer blood.” She looked up at us with worry in her eyes. She pulled out her sword and I charged up my power glove. “Whatever is in there could be on the other side of the door. If it’s not I think we should split into two groups.” Before I could continue Doyle interrupted. “Why?” he asked. I glared at him for interrupting. “Because not just anyone can get into the airship, one group will look for it, while the other goes to the control room to see who came in.” We all nodded. I looked at my wife. “Drew we’ll have to split so one of us can check the log while the other looks for the intruder. Can I ask you to go to the control room, please?” She starred at me a moment then finally agreed with me. “Ok, let’s go.”
   We opened the door to nothing but more bloody foot prints. “This is just plain creepy.” Doyle said behind me. “Alright let’s get into groups.” I started “I’m going with the professor.” Doyle piped up again. I looked at him “What my sis can handle herself and I’m ready for some misplaced aggression if it comes to it.” Komodo and Fisk stood behind him mumbling in agreement. I looked at Drew and she just smiled a little. “Ok then, Dr. Cheechoo. Want to come with us?” I asked looking at him. “Yeah might as well.” He smiled at us. Drew spoke up. “Alright, Dr. Gray, Beaman, Bera, and Zon you’re all with me.” Drew turned back towards me. “Whoever finds out first contact the others.” We all nodded. “Let’s go.”
   We followed the foot prints while Drew and the others went in the opposite direction. The foot prints would stager once in a while. ‘It’s tired, not wounded.’ I thought that’s the only thing that could explain it in my mind. The foot prints went to the medical wing then left through the same door. We entered the room to find it empty, but the foot prints went right up to a closet then left. Small bloody hand prints were resting on the handles of the closet. I opened it but all that was in there were the emergency clothes that we gave to people we found hurt at cryptid sightings. That’s when a thought struck me and I voiced it. “Whoever this is knows their way around the airship.” The others looked at me and their eyes lit up when this fact dawned on them. We continued to follow the blood path, as we continued I started to hear what sounded like running water. I looked further down the hall and saw the blood led to the bathroom. ‘It’s the shower.’ I stopped the others a few feet from the door to the bath room. We crept over and flagged both sides of the door. I raised my fingers counting down from three.
Drew’s pov.
   The scientist and I reached the control room. ‘Finally’ I couldn’t help but think as I sat down in the chair. Accessing the main frame I went straight to the entrance log. “What?” I said just over a whisper. “What is it?” Miranda asked now looking over my shoulder. The log said that no one had entered the airship between the time we had left and returned. “How is that possible? He didn’t even come here!” shouted Dr. Bera “I don’t know unless he hacked the system but the computer would have alerted me.” I replied. We all stared, confused, at the screen. Then my video phone went off. “Drew! Come down to the kitchen now. You’re not going to believe this.” He said excitedly into the phone. “Ok, on our way. But what’s going on?” “Just come I’ll tell you there.” Was his last reply before he hung up. I looked to the others, who shrugged then headed to the airship kitchen.
Doc’s pov.
   The bathroom door opened with little noise that was hidden by the running water. Looking inside I saw someone moving in the tub, who had yet to notice me, I then saw the clothes from the Med. Wing on the counter of the bathroom sink. The clothes were child size and plane white like the others we had. Looking on the floor I saw what was most likely an old Halloween costume cloak, the edges were frayed and long holes were placed randomly throughout the cloak. I looked around more trying to find more of the person’s belongings. That’s when I saw it. In the trash can with a pair of ratty tan pants, was on orange shirt with black sleeves and an unmistakable serpent in the shape of an S. Without thinking I walked in and grabbed it out of the trash can, raising it so the others could see too. The shirt was in ragged strips with tears everywhere. Dried blood stained it in places that weren’t ripped but we could still see the colors underneath. I looked at the others who had the same shocked expression as me.
   I turned around to look at the child in the tub. His back was to me and he was slouching in the tub so only his head was above the rim. His hands were covered in soup and the only reason I could see them was because he was using them to lather his black hair with a lock of white sticking out. I wanted so badly to see his face, I couldn’t move, so I spoke. “Zak, is that you?” My voice cracked and sounded hoarse. The sound of my voice startled him. He jumped then dived under the bath water. I heard the water move and watched as the ripples moved to the other side of the tub. His head surfaced in the shadowed area created by the black tinted glass sliding door. He didn’t turn around but I could see him shaking. I decided to speak again. “Zak is that really you.” His back was still towards me but he nodded yes. I couldn’t help but smile. Then I heard him whimper but it sounded muffled. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to hug him, make sure he was ok, but he was in the tub. Then I heard a cough. I looked behind me, it was Paul. “Maybe we should give him a moment? You know, I bet he’s hungry” He smiled and I blushed “Right.” I said then looked back at my son. “Take as long as you want, and when your done come to the kitchen and we’ll make you whatever you want to eat. Ok kiddo, does that sound good.” He nodded and I turned around smiling, like the others. We left and I called Drew telling her to meet us in the kitchen.
Drew’s pov.
   We just reached the kitchen walking in I spoke up. “Ok Doc, what’s going on?” He came up and hugged me with a giant grin on his face. “Drew he’s back. I can’t believe it, but he’s back.” I pulled away from him holding onto his arms. Looking into his eyes with a questioning look, I had an idea who he was talking about but didn’t want to get my hopes up. “Who’s back?” He smiled at me then held up a torn, ratty, and blood stained cloth. Taking it into my hands I unfolded it to see that it was a shirt, but not just any shirt. It was Zak’s shirt. I felt my mouth hang open and heard Miranda gasp. “He’s in the tub, cleaning himself up but he’ll come here when he’s done.” I answered back. “Doc is he alright? I mean his shirt is covered in blood, is he ok?” I looked at him and saw his eyes slightly darken. “From what I saw he looked alright. He stayed in the tub and kept his back to me. I didn’t get to see his face.” He paused and we all stayed quite. Doc looked at me. “Do you think he feels like we abandoned him? I mean he had to save himself.” I stared at him then looked at the others. No one met my eyes. I was about to answer him when the kitchen door opened.
Zak’s pov.
   To say I was nervous was an understatement. I was shaking at this little moment of truth. ‘What would they think after they saw me? How would they react when they saw the damage that had been done?’ These questions buzzed through my head and I grasped the cloak on my shoulders. I had found it a few days after I had escaped. It kept me warm at night so I kept it. Walking down the hall I kept one of my hands on the wall to guide me. I would have been using the cryptid bug to help me but it had died this morning. I navigated my way to the kitchen off of memory all the time thinking about what might happen. I didn’t think dad had seen the constricting bars on my face. My hair covered what was supposed to show in the back. I was scared about what would happen. All too soon I found myself in front of the kitchen. Taking a deep breath I opened the door.
Drew’s pov.
   I watched Zak stumble in. He was shaking like a leaf and kept his head down. “Zak?” I spoke. He kept walking forward and ran into the kitchen chair. “mmm.” He mumbled but it came out muffled. “Zak are …are you alright?” I took a step forward then he stopped a few feet in front of us with his hands out. His hands now that I could see them were scared badly. His right hand had a scar starting from between his thumb and pointer finger going all the way across the back of his hand going under over the palm and ending where it started. The same could be said for all the fingers on the right hand the scar in the middle of each individual finger. His left hand was scared on the fingers only. Each finger had two scars that wrapped around them, one scar on the upper part of the fingers the other on the lower part separated where the bones joined. “Zak?” I said worried. I heard him whimper and again it was muffled. Finally he looked up and I saw why. We all gasped and my hand shot up to my mouth. His face had two bars wrapped around his head. One covered his eyes keeping him from seeing; the other was in his mouth working as a gag. This one also had spots of dried blood around the mouth. Under his eyes were two long scars going down his cheeks stopping on both ends at the bars. He whimpered again and I fell to my knees in front of him. “Zak it’s going to be ok.” I said placing my hands on his shoulders. He flinched then placed his hands on my forearms. “We’ll get them off you.” I raised my hands and placed them on the bar over his mouth. He screamed in protest then threw himself backwards and fell to his knees. “Zak!” He kept whimpering like he was trying to cry. His breathing was labored and he brought his hands to his face, only they hovered over the metal. His mouth was bleeding from the sides. I got closer to him. “Zak what’s wrong, what happened?” He held his hand up as if to say hold on. Then placing his hands on the ground he got up on his knees and turned so I’d see the back of his head. He lifted up the hair covering the metal and I saw the ancient runic symbols. “Constricting metal, that sick, twisted monster put constricting metal on my son.” Zak was still shaking when I scooped him into my lap. Doc came up to my side. “It’ll be ok Zak. We’ll get it off.” “Do you need our help?” Miranda asked. Zak shot up in my lap and whimpered high pitched. I grabbed him and hugged tightly. Doc spoke before I could. “Zak it’s ok. The scientists are helping us now. They’re not after you anymore. You’re safe.” He calmed down. I looked to Miranda. “I’ll have to look in my books for the break runes to get them off. I think I have the book on bored.” “Ok let’s go.” Doc said as he picked Zak up.
   We were in the research room now. Doc sat on a cushioned bench with Zak lying on his lap. He whimpered once but that was it. Now he just held onto Doc’s hand and shivered violently, even with the thick blanket on him. The scientists, Doyle and Fisk were helping me look through my books trying to find the one on ancient runes. For a moment I was worried it had been destroyed in the house, but that was squashed when Dr. Bera found it. “Here you go Drew.” “Thank you.” I flipped it open as I walked over to my family. “Doyle can you bring me that wire and water bowl?” “Sure thing.” Was his quick reply as he grabbed it and brought them to me. I flipped open the book, looking for the symbols that matched the ones on the metal. The first one I found was for the bar acting like a gag. “So, how does this work?” Asked Doyle. “This book tells me what these runes say. The runes on the metal tell me what element can release the spell that was put on the metal to make it constrict on contact. If I don’t have the element this book will also tell me what symbol counteracts the rune. All I have to do is write it with the water and wire over the rune.” “Alright then.” As soon as he said that there was a whirring sound and a click as the bar released and fell off my son’s mouth. He gasped and brought his hand to his mouth, closing it for the first time in who knows how long. Then he started sobbing loudly and tears fell from under the bar still covering his eyes. I hugged him tight. “It’ll be ok, it’s ok.” I whispered to him. Doc took him into his arms. “Now for the next one.” I flipped through the book again. A few tears fell from my own eyes.
“This can’t be happening.” I said
“What? What can’t be happening?” Doyle asked me. “The symbol for the rune that’s on the last bar, it’s not in my book.” “It has to be in there.” Doc spoke up. “It’s not, I can’t find it.” I started to sob. “What does it look like?” The voice caught us all off guard. It was Zak’s voice and it sounded strained, like it hurt to talk. “What?” I asked him. He hesitated then asked again. “What does it look like? The rune, what does it look like?” “Um. Well I’m not sure, but it’s bigger than most runes, it has more to it.” I said unsure. Zak got real quiet again. The silence lasted a few moments then he spoke again. “Is it possible that it’s more than one rune?” I thought for a moment. “Yes actually, let me look again.” I flipped through the pages. After awhile I found them. “Ok, it’s a combination of two runes. It looks like they say water and iron. Hm.” “Well, what are you waiting for?” Doyle spoke up, looking at me. “If I write the wrong symbol all it will do is hurt Zak.” I kept my focus on the pages in the book. “Water and iron right?” Zak’s spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. Then he did something unexpected. He bit his thumb making it bleed and rubbed the blood on the rune. “Zak, what are you doing?” Before he could reply we all heard the familiar whirr and click from the metal. Seconds after, the metal fell away from his face.
Zak’s pov.
   I felt the metal fall off. It was relieving but when I tried to open my eyes it stung. The light hurt my eyes giving me a headache. “Zak.” Mom said. I couldn’t help it, I started to cry. Everything caught up to me all at once. I was sore and beyond exhausted from the last three week. Confused and scared from the instinct that head taken over more than once, it disturbed me that I had taken a life, even if it was a deer or deers. I was glad to be home and just as happy to be able to see again.
I felt someone hug me. “Zak, it’s ok, it’s all ok.” My mom whispered to me. It was comforting and I needed it. Finally I hugged her back and I felt her stiffen. “Zak what’s on your arms?” she asked. I grabbed my sleeves before she pulled them down then grabbed her in a tighter hug. “ok.” She said. We stayed like this for a while. “Son?” Dad spoke up. Let me see your eyes we need to make sure they’re ok.” I nodded my head and mom helped me move to face him. I tried to open my eyes, only to close them immediately. “urgh” I groaned. “Zak, what’s wrong?” “The light hurts.” I mumbled my reply, hopping dad heard it. A few moments later I heard Doyle speak, “Ok I turned them down MiniMan.” I nodded and opened my eyes again. At first I could only squint and I had to keep my head down. Everything was a little blurry, I blinked and it became clearer. When I was able to open my eyes half way I looked up. Gasps filled the room I had no idea why.
“Zak, can you-can you see?” Doyle stuttered out. I looked at him then over his shoulder I made out a mirror.
Staring back at me was a very sick looking boy. His black and white hair went past his shoulders in an untamable mess. He was wearing white clothes and had scars under his eyes, but what startled me, and I assume everyone else, was that his brown eyes were fogged over. They reminded me of frosted over windows when it snowed. “Well Salt and Pepper, are you going to answer?” I turned my head slowly and gave him the best glare I could. It did its job as he backed up a little. “I can see, I can see just fine though it still hurts.” I whispered. I closed my eyes again and leaned forward on my Dad. I let out a deep sigh and as I felt sleep grab me I heard a woman’s voice say something. I had no idea what she had said but I was too close to sleep to fight it.
Drew’s Pov.
   Zak was out like a light before Miranda had gotten her question out. My poor baby was tiered and I didn’t blame him. I was a little disappointed, I had wanted him to eat before he went to sleep and Miranda had just wanted to know how he was feeling. “Well that’s great now we’ll have to wait for him to wake up to find out where he’s been.” My head snapped to the direction Beaman’s voice had come from. I opened my mouth, “YOU ASS!” just to close as Doyle took the words out of my mouth. Miranda continued for him, “Isn’t the child’s state enough for you, you paranoid wimp? For goodness sake Beaman we helped raise Zak, we shouldn’t have chased him in the first place.” She shouted at him, Zak stirred without a sound and immediately I shushed them as motherly instinct kicked in.
“We’ll talk about this later, Zak shouldn’t be out for too long and if he is it just means he’s healing.” Beaman looked like he was going to protest, but Bera elbowed him in the stomach shutting him up. ‘What is wrong with that man?’ I thought remembering why he was my least favorite co-worker.
   When Zak woke up it was an hour past our usual dinner time. I had stayed with him, Doc volunteering to take care of the Scientists so I could stay with our son. I was glad that he had let me stay with Zak even though I could tell he had wanted to just as bad as me. I walked with Zak to the kitchen, when we entered I saw Doc glaring at Beaman and I could tell Doyle was about to punch him. ‘Oh no, what did Beaman say now?’ I wondered.
Doc’s pov.
   Drew came into the kitchen with Zak walking beside her, his hand gripped hers and I was reminded of when he was smaller, almost five. I couldn’t help but smile at them. I was so glad to have him back. The cough to my left brought me back to what I was doing. I was about to chew out Beaman for his comment about how Zak might not be my son, that his kidnapper had gotten a fake to spy on us. “Beaman,” I growled, he looked at me. “Say something like that again and I won’t hesitate to hurt you.” It was a lose threat, a sad one compared to the kind Doyle could make, but it got my message across. “Dad?” The horse and strained voice reached my ears and immediately I looked at him, giving him a smile that I hopped told him everything was alright. “Yeah kiddo.” He stood there a moment shifting on his feet. He looked unsure for a moment then spoke up again. “I’m hungry.” Drew and I looked at him, his stomach growled and a light blush showed on his now pale face. Drew asked him before I did. “What do you want to eat?” “Anything sounds good.” He replied, his voice was barley a whisper.
   We all stood in the kitchen; I could tell that Beaman was itching to interrogate Zak but didn’t dare to, being out numbered his only reason. “Here you go Zak.” I said placing a bowl of broth on front of him. We figured it’d be the best incase his stomach didn’t take well to food. Zak blew on his food to cool it down; an uncomfortable silence fell in the kitchen. Finally Beaman snapped, “Sense no one else is willing to ask I will! Where have you been, who took you? We’ve all been searching and couldn’t find anything!” Zak jumped like everyone else. I glared at Beaman again as Zak seemed to sink in to himself, hugging that cloak around him like he wanted to hide. “This isn’t the time or place for this Beaman.” Paul spoke up, moving in front of Arthur to shoot him down. “Ok. Before this gets out of hand, how about we calm down?” It was Miranda. “Zak’s back, safe and alive. That’s what matters.” “Fine.” Doyle said, he put away a concussion grenade and looked at Zak. “How about some T.V? Does that sound good Zak man?” Zak nodded and grabbed the glass of water next to him. He brought to his lips as Doyle turned on the screen in the kitchen.
   It was all bad timing. The screen turned on in the middle of a Weird World commercial. The volume turned on as Argost let out his laugh. Before I could tell Doyle to change it a voice yelled out in what would best be described as a screech. “SHUT IT OFF!” I turned around as glass shattered and the T.V went mute and blank. I looked at my son. His face was red and his eyes glowed orange with power. The glass he was about to drink from had shattered in his hand, cutting it. I rushed over to him with a bandage I grabbed from a drawer. As I bandaged his hand I directed my voice at Beaman. “I believe you have your answer, how about you leave.” No one had expected Zak’s outburst, not even Beaman. Seeing as he wasn’t wanted he left.
   “You know,” said Miranda “I’ve done a good amount of research on eyes in the past. I could take a look and see if I can dig anything up on what might have happened to your eyes Zak.” I looked at my son’s face. All he did was shrug so I looked at Miranda. “That would be nice.”
   Drew looked at the remaining two scientists in our airship. “Why don’t you two head home, Doc and I will look at the cryptid sightings and let you know what we need help with.” “Alright,” Cheechoo said. “Anything you need us to do let us know. Take as much time as you need to be with your son.” We all smiled at them grateful.
Soon after they had left Zak had dared to try and eat. I sat on his left Drew and the other side and Doyle just leaned on the counter watching. My son had only taken a few bites when he started coughing. I rubbed his back, trying to help him. He swallowed a few more spoonfuls before he started to gag. He stood up and ran to the sink barley making it before he heaved.
Zak’s pov.
   I hated this, I hated this a lot. Mom and Dad’s cooking is the best, even if it was soup it was the best thing I had tasted in a while. I coughed as I heaved for the last time, feeling bad that good food had been wasted. I felt mom’s hand rub in circles around my back. I coughed again and groaned. “You alright kiddo?” I looked up at mom as she had asked the question, “Yeah, I guess. I’m tiered.” “I bet you are.” Came Dad’s voice. He smiled “Let’s get you to bed.” I nodded and stood up straight.
We reached my room and Doyle said goodnight before going down the hall to his room. I walked in and flopped on my bed before turning over and crawling into the blankets. Mom and Dad hadn’t noticed how nervous I was yet, but I was. I knew I wouldn’t be able to eat anything, to keep it down. I had tried drinking water while I was trying to find the airship. It was tricky but it hadn’t worked I spat it out over the bar. Which is hard to do by the way, and it hurt. “Zak, are you comfortable?” My mom asked. I nodded, ‘I’ll have to go hunting after they go to bed. I don’t want to hurt one of them by accident.’ Mom and Dad sat on different sides of my bed. They looked like they wanted to ask something but didn’t really know how. Then it struck me, ‘they don’t want to leave, to be honest I don’t want them to either. I can sneak out after they fall asleep.’
“You don’t want to leave huh?” I asked they both nodded. I hugged them both then lay down, pretending to fall asleep. I felt them both lay beside me and my mom’s arm wrapped around me, not tight but it pulled me closer to her. ‘Shit’, I couldn’t help but think. That would make it harder to leave.
I stayed still for about four hours; the airship had docked about an hour ago and neither of my parents had stirred. As best I could I crept out of my room and through the airship. It took more time then I would have liked to get out of the house and over the fence. I didn’t like doing this but I knew I had to go hunt. I wouldn’t have to eat for two to three days, depending on the meal. The tricky thing would be my parents. “Well, let’s get this over with.” I whispered to myself.
It had taken about an hour but I had eaten and was on my way back. I felt bad for the antelope I had killed, but it was either that or risk hurting my family. Before jumping the fence again I went to a stream and rinsed myself off. The blood came off easy since it was still fresh. I hadn’t gotten any blood on my clothes thanks to my cloak. I whipped the last of the blood off my mouth and stood. I glanced at my reflection in the dark water then left.
When I got back to my room in the airship everyone was still asleep, I was grateful for that and crawled back into bed. I’d have to ask how our house had been rebuilt even if I already had a good idea on how. It made me happy that we had a home again, even if it was a pain to navigate through after leaving the airship in the first place.
Laying down I closed my eyes and scooted closer to my dad. His arm fell on me and I felt safer, soon I felt mom’s hand on my arm and I fell asleep.
Morning came soon, mom and dad weren’t there when I woke up but komodo was. “Hey boy.” I said holding out my hand to him. He sniffed it then growled at me, I couldn’t help but frown at that. “I know I don’t smell right, but I swear it’s me ok” as I spoke I activated my powers as poof. He still seemed unsure, but let it go as I petted him.
Sighing I stood up and looked around my old room. It was the way I had left it before I was kidnapped. Clean enough for my parents to not get on me while still being a messy kid’s room. Going over to the dresser I pulled the cloak out from the small space underneath it. The cloak had seen better days, but I couldn’t really wear it anymore. The dark brown spots were becoming more noticeable as I hadn’t been able to wash it. Sighing I put it back then stood to get dressed.
   I had found everyone in the kitchen; it was like yesterday but without the other scientists. They hadn’t noticed I was there yet. “What should we make Zak for breakfast.” Asked Doyle.” Mom hummed. “His stomach might still be upset so something light.” I couldn’t wait anymore.
Doc’s pov.
“Actually I’m not hungry.” The raspy voice that now belonged to my son interrupted Drew before she could continue. Looking over at Zak I noticed that he looked better but at the same time was stilled tiered. The light bags under his eyes were one indication. I felt so bad for him. At the same time relieved that he was home. At that time what he said caught up with me.
“Zak you should eat something. You need the food to get better.” He looked at me. It would take time to get used to the frost over his eye’s that he had now. “I know dad, I’m just, not hungry right now.” He looked down. I could tell he felt bad. Glancing briefly at my wife I went over to my son and kneeled in front of him.
“Zak, it’s ok. You know that right?” “Yeah, I do.” He smiled looking at me. I went to pick him up but he flinched. “Please don’t.” he whispered.

I'm sorry to say that I'm not much of a writer. My biggest problem is the middle, I can think up a begining and see an end but the path is really a chasem. Im also just not that great at writing period. Feel free to run with my ideas even if they don't show up on the challange board. Just send me a link in the reviews so that I can enjoy your story too.
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