Chapter
6
A
Way Back
Though he
wasn’t too sure if the plan was foolproof,
but he knew even though his life was in danger, it was now or never, as
he was getting hungry, and thirsty, and had to take a dump. He stared down at
the possible leader guardian (thinking “Saren…” again) for about a minute with
stress, excitement, and anxiety, then jumped off of the tree house. He felt the now cold air rush through his soft
cheeks as he soared through the now dark sky, and landed softly on the grass.
Thankfully, no S.A.S.P.S. agents heard this.
His legs tingled a
bit, but didn’t hurt, like the first time he fell. He then moved swiftly behind
a bush. He peeked from behind it, and saw that none of the S.A.S.P.S. guards
were acting differently. He figured that this meant that he was still
undetected. He slowly headed towards the side of the house, and stretched his
claws longer as to make a hole in the suit. He tried, and tried, but the suit
wouldn’t tear. He looked down, and noticed that very, very small holes were
already there… just small enough to fit his claws. He used his claws to climb
up the side of his house (he didn’t want to risk flying) into a small attic
opening. He had done this once before when he was 10 for no apparent reason
except for random recreation.
He was about halfway
up when he heard the guards by the door having a conversation. He slowly
dropped his body, and hung there, listening to the conversation.
“…still think it’s
dumb that we have to stand here, and guard this house… all because of that Ross
Oak kid?” One said. He had a light, but deep voice Ross couldn’t explain, or
mimic, but didn’t sound too whiney.
“Well, Saren said
that there were reasons he couldn’t tell us that we had to make sure that kid
didn’t come back. The other said. Oddly enough, he had a lighter voice than the
other.
“I still think this
is a bunch of baloney… I mean, he’s just a kid! What’s he going to do? Sneak
past us into this house, and turn into a guardian, and kill us all?” The first
one said.
“Well, that’s exactly
what I can see Saren saying…” The second one said.
“Whatever… I think-”
The first one started.
“Well, Saren obviously doesn’t exactly seem to care
what you think, now, does he?” The second one butted in.
“I don’t care-” The
first one started, only to be cut off again.
“Shut up, and do your
job… sheesh…” The second said, ending the conversation.
Ross still had no
idea what his parents had to do with anything, but now he knew that this
“Saren” was their leader… and that they knew about Ross… but how? And then Ross
remembered he was hanging on a wall precariously surrounded by a bunch of
enemies who if they saw Ross, might kill him, and if not, they’d capture him.
At that thought, he continued climbing up, and got the metal bars guarding the
entrance to the attic. Ross took his claw, and carefully undid the nails
keeping it in. The first two took some effort, the third was pretty easy, and
the fourth one popped right out, getting Ross by surprise, and almost falling
below, and landing on a guard walking around the perimeter. Thankfully, Ross’s
cat reflexes let him catch it in time to stop it from falling below and
screwing up the whole plan, and possibly giving away all the guardians. That
wouldn’t be a happy ending now, would it? Ross then placed all the nails inside
of the attic through the bars, and carefully pulled the bars piece through the
hole it was blocking. Then he climbed in, all with great difficulty.
The attic was very,
very hot, but to Ross, it felt nice, as his face was stinging with coldness
outside. He poked his head out, and thankfully, still, no guards had caught on.
He set the metal bars back up, and somewhat screwed the nails back in, and took
off the suit. It was slowly getting hotter, and hotter, and Ross didn’t frankly
want to melt. He pulled the backpack over his back, checking to see the
pictures and notes were still inside, and crawled through the narrow passage
ways. He then slid off his suit, and cooled down a huge amount. He could see
fine, though. It was still typically common for cats to see in the dark. Cats
who couldn’t normally had poor eyesight.
It seemed like
forever crawling through the cramped space, and Ross was starting to see why
people got claustrophobic. He hit his head on a piece of wood, and got furious
for a bit, and then realized that being mad at the wood wouldn’t exactly do
anything. As he was feeling the wooden planks he was crawling on, he felt a smooth
piece of metal, and slowly got into a squatting position. There was now enough
room as to not be so cramped. Ross put the suit back on (with great difficulty,
as he was squatted…), and pulled a metal pad up slowly. He looked for laser
triggers as to sense someone breaking in because he had no idea how paranoid the
S.A.S.P.S. would be.
He saw no laser
traps, so he slid down into the actual house. He heard no noises, but a light
was on downstairs. He figured this was a guard, so he just crept over to his
room, checking all along the way. When he got to his door, he slowly turned the
handle, and was being very paranoid of bugs, laser checkers, and little
buttons. Nothing went off, but Ross could swear he saw a red light flash for a
second as he walked in. Whether it was paranoia, or the real deal, he needed to
hurry up. He made one last check for booby traps, and went on.
He saw a small pile
of school stuff, and grabbed his backpack. He emptied it out on his bed, and
grabbed a tan vest from his closet, and stuffed it in his backpack. Next, he
took the pictures out of his suit, and put them in a small pocket on the side.
He zipped it close… then saw his cell phone. He put it, and its charger in his
backpack also... when he heard a noise.
He looked around for a place to hide. His
closet was a bit obvious, he couldn’t hide in his bed’s drawers anymore, and he
couldn’t think of anything else… then he saw it! His laundry bucket!
He popped the lid
off, threw some clothes directly into the air above it, jumped in, let the
clothes fall on top of him, and put the lid on just in time. The door opened.
Through a small hole in his laundry bucket, he could see one of the S.A.S.P.S.
guards walking into his room. Ross tried to breathe as little as possible, and
as quiet when he needed to.
The guard looked
around, closed the door, and quickly pulled a long sheath out, hidden under
armor. The guard threw it on Ross’s bed, looked at the laundry bucket, and that
strange voice rang in his head. “Bring this to Samuel…” it said. The guard then
unlocked the window, nudged their head towards it, and walked back towards the
door. They opened it, and looked at the bucket once more. “Go through the
window… don’t worry about Ruke. Sprint like crap.” The voice said, then the
guard walked away.
At this point, Ross
was completely confused. But he figured that the guard had nothing to do with
any booby traps, and that they were safe storing the sheath. Either way, Ross
wanted to go through with what the voice said. He slowly got out of the laundry
basket, and back into the friendliness of his room. He looked around for last
minute traps, and went over to the sheath. There was some kind of warmth to it…
and it felt like Ross was meant to take it. He grabbed it. At first it was
heavy, but some sort of strength came over Ross in less than a second.
He smiled, and looked
around. He just realized that he had no idea how to get back, or how to get out
of his house. He could always go out the way he came in… when the door SLAMMED
open…
Footsteps race up the
stairs, and Ross panicked. He remembered that he had his invisible suit on, but
he was still scared. He tried to slide
against a wall. A group of guards came into the room, and looked around. Ross
was utterly confused. The guards then saw the sheath floating in mid air- HOW
COULD HE BE SO STUPID? Ross never understood why he did what he is about to do
even after he was dead. He opened the sheath, and pulled out the sword. It
seemed like the opposite of the sword he saw earlier on the buffed out looking
guard. The handle was a different color, though, and the blade was silver, and
there was still a revolving mist. There was another familiar looking ruby but
it was a different color… instead of being a dark green, it was a light blue.
The guards were
bewildered for a bit, but then realized that he must have some sort of magic
powers. Ross was scared. His heart pounded. He couldn’t think straight. He
slowly pulled the sword upwards. He felt amazing power soar through his body.
The guards pulled out their swords. The door broke down, and the guard in the
samurai armor with the buffed out sword walked in. Ross’ heart stopped. He was
going to die. Now. Like this. The other guards moved aside. The samurai armored
guard, as Ross had thought, had been their leader. He took his sword up, then
swung it down at Ross.
Ross took his sword,
and lifted it up to block the other sword, but his sword was slammed down onto
the ground. And then it happened. The window broke. Glass flew everywhere. The
guards acted as a wall to Ross, and he was the only one not to take damage. The
guard who came in to drop off the sword earlier came through the door, and put
their hand up. Lightning flashed through the room, and some of the guards fell
to the ground. Whether dead, or not, Ross couldn’t tell. The guard then slipped
off the armor like it was water. It poured onto the floor, revealing a black
cloak. It had a shiny gold medallion with some sort of carving on it… but the
face was blocked by shadows.
The hooded figure
then came for Ross. Ross held up the sword, confused. A few of the guards went
for the hooded figure, and the others for Ross. The cloak zoomed through the
air as if some type of cloaked bird on steroids, and made the guards running
towards it fall to the ground in confusion. Ross didn’t know whether to be relieved, or
scared. Was this an ally, or a bounty hunter? But there was one person still
up. The last guard put up his sword, the mist still whirling, the ruby shining,
and the blade piercing. And then Ross was hit with some sense. He moved. He
leaned to the left, feeling extremely stupid, and then started running towards
the non-existent window, and when he got there, looked back. The cloaked figure then swirled around the
guard as if in some sort of liquidly state. The cloak rippled in an awesome
sight.
Just then a bird
(birds are bigger than our day) flew into the house, through the window. He
motioned to go outside, and Ross smiled. The bird went over to help take the
guard down, and Ross looked out of the window. He saw that there was a line of
S.A.S.P.S. vehicles coming down the road from afar. He could tell, because only
they had green lights on their cars/speeders. Ross had no idea where to go,
what to do, and he couldn’t think straight again.
There was a flash of
light. Ross was pushed out through the hole where the window used to be. The
cloak whooshed through the air, out of the window with Ross. The bird jumped
through the window with the sheath in its beak. Ross started running northeast,
as the S.A.S.P.S. vehicles were coming from the northwest. With the bird following,
and the cloak now leading him, Ross just figured that they were a Guardian, and
an undercover guardian. Ross tried to remember this path, as he had taken it
when he was younger. He remembered the general path, and some scenery… a few
houses… but he still had no idea where he was going. He heard the cars pull
over, but the speeders continued, gaining on him like mad.
Ross tried to use his
speed powers, but he couldn’t. The speeders were gaining. A S.A.S.P.S. agent on
one of the speeders appeared from behind the driver, and pulled out a long
spike. The agent reached for Ross, and the bird tried batting it away with the
sheath. It pushed it away, but it was inches away from touching Ross. When Ross
tripped. Yes, he tripped. On a rock. Ross’ body flew forward, and he caught
himself with his front paws… and he felt some sort of new strength coming through his body. He start running forward,
forgetting about the sword. He was faster than he’d ever been; outrunning the
vehicles, and the soaring cloak.
Luckily, the bird had
good timing, and caught the sword inside of the sheath. Ross got to the end of
the straight way, and looked back. What he saw was horrid… there were flying
vehicles coming, with glowing lights. Big, slow ones, and small, speedy ones
were coming all over the skies.
The speed, and the
four paws had been on is side, but he saw flares coming through the skies, and
it seemed to signal some sort of super engine ignition for the riders. As it
was getting more dark, a lightning bolt would flash out of the cloak every now
and then to help for vision. Ross didn’t need it, as cats can see in the dark.
The cloak, and the
bird were catching up, and Ross looked for a sign of where to go. Ross looked
back forward, and followed the cloak, and the bird take a left turn… and then,
in a strange happening, they teleported back to the Guardian headquarters. The
bird was walking over to a near by couch, and the cloak came over to Ross.
“Sorry for the
confusion… I tried to get you the sword, but they got suspicious.” The cloaked
figure said in a female voice. Ross could see strange glowing white eyes, and a
mouth through the dark shadows.
“I was working
undercover to find out what they’re up to… but now I can’t really go back.
Anyways, at least you’re safe. That’s Fly,” she said pointing to the bird with
her arms covered in sleeves.
“he’s mainly a
scouter, but he came to help out... needed some power to help take those guards
down. Oh, yeah, and you can call me Ampz. Nice to meet ya, Ross.” Ampz said in
a friendly voice.
“How did we…
teleport?” Ross asked.
“That would be me…”
Fly said from the couch with a smile.
It was nice to rest
after such a stressing day. Ross got up, and limped around completely tired,
trying to find his way around. The Guardian HQ was almost like a maze… and then
he saw Quincy
walking up to him looking smug.
“Hey… we thought something happened… you were
gone for awhile.” Quincy said greetingly.
“Erm… something did happen…” Ross said uncomfortably. “Where’s Ruke?” Quincy asked in a sad, unhopeful
voice.
Ross turned away with sadness, disgust, and
grief, knowing that it was partly his fault.
“I wish I knew…” Ross said quietly. “I wish I
knew.”