They frowned at me. "Zed?" "That was out of line, sorry." I said."You bumbling baboon." "It's buffoon.""I know that." "oh my god Zack, you're going to blow our cover." Mort said frowning. I brushed dust off my hair and they stepped out murmuring while I set Beck's easel down. More points for messing up again. I did a double take on the canvas. He had a painting of my mom, she was in a white toga, her shiny blond hair drifted, with her hand was on her shoulder, her eyes closed with a slightly dreamy, sad expression, the rest of her body was going up in smoke in the wind, her arm were bones. Her body seemed like they would be consumed in the flames like candlelight. I sighed and put it back to the other canvases. The reason I wouldn't run into danger unless I was prepared....Gwen's POV When I was 8, I had a bright childhood, I wanted to enlist in the military. My parents were Mayne and Arwatt Joowke. I know my name sounds ridiculous. They were accountants. I didn't think about
He was still cleaning up what was supposed to be a depot for his car. I brushed my arm because I was about to execute something I may regret for the rest of my life but it was worth a shot. He stepped outside and I brushed my hair and my face turned red. "Zack, I have something to say to you." His blond hair was filthy from grazing the ceiling too much. I moved closer with a clogged throat. He quirked an eyebrow, he looked like one of those models posing dramatically on cars that Kendra showed me in her magazines. I wondered what those were about but I seemed to looking at one. "Not to sound rude but what are you still doing here?" He said mildly clapping dust off his hands.I brushed my hair. "About last night...I want to say, I'm sorry, I should have been a lot more precise in communicating before I set my staff to detonate." He looked at me as if I had dropped another staff attack. Blood rushed into my ears and he twisted his foot on the floor. I speculated about my comrade and s,
I felt the last of my energy drawn out from me. They were after me now."Oh dear. What are you going to do?" Gwen said to me, I could feel the tremor in my voice. We spoke briefly and I returned home because The police men were heading for my house now. Dad answered them and he brushed his chin stepping out. "Yes, officers, may I help you?" He asked quirking his eyebrow and they spoke briefly trying to step inside. Beck paled and he took Lois away as dad asked him to."We just need to ask your son some questions." He said to him scrawling on a notebook and I lurched in. "About what?""Pertaining to the murder of Petra Jackson." He stated and Dexter gazed upstairs at me. He looked conflicted. I wanted to take up my cloak and disappear. I took shaky steps and I descended the stairs keeping my face straight. Though asking for my alibi was not always the case. I took record of the cop with brown hair and a scar running down his lip. I gulped. I was scared of how much I looked bad on f
I shook my head. "I didn't. I had the right to a lawyer. I went to Frank's place to help him out with some chores and I went to Leviathan the Ride afterwards during the grand opening." "It took you that long?""I called several times, I called Mort and your other friends...Now I remember, Mort said you went to baseball practice that night then you went to a bar??? Your other friends had no idea where you were, how could you?"Because I'd scold you? The hell I will, you're irresponsible, I called you for god knows how long and you weren't picking. Beck risked his life just to look for you and he got hurt. I looked everywhere. Then the news came up after these creatures hurt people. This is exactly why I ask after all of you all the time. How did you get tangled up with Petra? Tell me! How?""I was at the wrong place at the wrong time." I sniffed. That had a double meaning to it. I was afraid that either the Morphians or Klozars would have my hide."I'm not saying that you killed Petra
I remembered what Gwen said, the Klozars shouldn't know that I was still alive. Zed faked my death. As far as they were concerned, they gave it to another earthling. It was over, I thought I would make the tabloids or whatnot but I was temporarily off the hook. Being a hero I no longer had to worry about my security but everyone else around me, even Oogie was invulnerable so my dad, siblings, any other connections all become targets that could be used to hurt me, trap me, or get me killed because I no longer had to worry about my own survival. Emotions like anger, love, and fear were unbelievably overwhelming and could make even the most secure and well thought-out plan crumble. That was the kind of world we lived in. Not to mention that if the government would be trying to control me, turn me into a weapon. Or better yet take away the nanites, god, even Zoldor, they could recreate it or try to make a prototype. No wonder the Morphians were wary of me. They knew about us and they were
"Are you the Mech Soldier or not? Because we saw him take the necklace from you...unless I'm wrong which I amn't.""The lie detector was in good condition. Until you came along, conicidence, I think not.""You're right, I am the Mech Soldier." "You see it's people like you who need to be brought down. A twenty year old boy handling machines like this. The scalding wound on her head indicates a highly concentrated amount of heat. Now tell me, how in the world did you come across such piece of tech?" He said putting out a gun and I looked down at the table ruddy nosed. "Who are you working with?""I don't know anything. I don't know, I was just trying to help her curb the pain. I hold nothing against her.""I know that. I said I wanna know who these people are. Right now. You show them to me or I'll never let you lay your grimy eyes on your family again. It's your choice." I shut my eyes. I had never come face to face which this kind of situation. I had no choice but to follow orders.
"It's a rather volatile means of transportation capable of scattering a person molecularly throughout the universe." Gwen said. "And?""It's never been tested and one wouldn't be able to recover.""Never?" I sat in the corner quiet and he glared at me. "So. What do I do with you?" He said and frowned. Whatever it was was entirely up to him now. "I don't know.""Of course you don't. You'll rot in jail if I had a say about it. You have a lot to compensate for." He said with a bitter edge to his voice. I had college, I just realised how much I disappointed them. "If I'm gone, then who's going to protect my family? They can't know that I'm the Knight, they really can't and the Klozars can't know that I still exist." He scoffed. "You faked your own death too, huh? How nice."I paused at Ash configurating. [ Searching for records ]"Records like what?"[ There is a camera installed in your helmet hat records everything you take notice of ]"Even unconciously?"[ I'm afraid not, Zack.
"I can't choose between my family and the world. That's unfair." "Nothing is fair. You have to make a choice, and need I to remind you that you're not exactly untouchable. You have to face the consequences of your actions. If you don't do something, you will be risking billions of lives on the planet and Morphius. And that is a selfish thing to do." It was up to me now, I thought of jail and this mayhem, they were the only things keeping me from having a good life, from finishing college and becoming a mechanical engineer. To think of leaving school behind and training was unthinkable. If I didn't, there would be no dream left. I swallowed hard watching him leave. I saw my watch across from me on the desk. ...Conrad lay low in armor. The police were geared in Kevlar and they were around the androids in full circle. Captain Snow held up a two-way radio. "Aim...Fire!" Gwen gasped, she laid low after she fought tirelessly, while the bullets flew on the Klozandroids. Conrad put ou