The blue Zafara who was kicking poor Clover in the head
finally stopped, and lifted up his own head. The spotted one who was laughing
glared at Abaddon too. He opened his mouth slightly only to have his head rammed
onto the pavement.
The Buzz let out a low growl, and the duo ran
out of the alley in a flash. Abaddon then helped his friend up, the little Zafara’s
legs wobbled and he sat back down on the ground. Clover lifted up his head and
squinted his eyes. “A-Abaddon?”
The Buzz picked up Clover’s shattered glasses
and placed them on the Zafara’s snout. “They must be why you don’t come back
here often... ” The Zafara leaned on Abaddon for support. The Buzz then noticed
Clover was hurt. “Geez, we should probably get that taken care of.”
The Zafara groggily nodded, and pointed toward
a clinic’s office located across the street from the alleyway. Abaddon gave
his buddy a piggy back ride, and hastily went into the clinic. Where he was
greeted by a kind-looking Kau, she lifted her hoof in greeting. But then suddenly,
formed it into a fist and knocked the Buzz into another room.
Abaddon backed against the wall, completely baffled
about what just happened. The Kau appeared very angry, up until Clover stepped
in front of Abaddon. “Calm down Clara, Abaddon’s a friend, he helped get me
over here.” He staggered a bit forward before sitting down on the carpet.
The Kau apologized to Abaddon and quickly took
Clover into the doctor's office. A half hour later, and Clover walked out of
the door rubbing his head. Wrapped around it was a clean white bandage. It was
bounded up very tightly, and this caused the little Zafara to scratch at it
Abaddon asked if he could come over, and Clover
nodded. Much to the Buzz’s surprise Clover’s house wasn’t really that far off
from the clinic.
The Zafara flicked on the lights and walked right
into the kitchen. “Make yaself at home Abaddon,” was what the Buzz heard from
the cook’s room. He looked around and saw that Clover's apartment was a little
big. It was also nicely decorated and well kept, probably a result from all
the Zafara’s hard work. Clover was making some coffee, the aroma of hazelnuts
could be smelt over the Buzz’s head.
Abaddon sighed and looked over to his side, where
he saw a door creak open. Peering through the crack was a mysterious darkness,
and the Buzz was tempted to enter. While he glanced over his shoulder, Clover
was preoccupied with the boiling kettle.
The Buzz slipped into the door, and when he came
in, he let out a loud cough. The dark room was riddled with dust that made the
Buzz hack and wheeze for several seconds. Being a Buzz, Abaddon's eyes adjusted
very quickly within the dark.
The objects appeared to the Buzz as they would
in light, except that they were in a bluish hue. Two beds sat across from each
other on opposite walls, they were small enough for two small pups. One side
was very kept, everything was organized, the toys and comic books were all put
aligned or stacked upon one another. Abaddon smirked this was obviously Clover’s
Side but it was the other side that made him ponder.
The head rest on the bed had a nice decoration,
one that would probably appeal to a little girl. It was broken apart, probably
by a huge hammer. The walls had nails that curved jaggedly out of the walls.
Pieces of string hung on these nails, and the torn wall paper gave Abaddon a
sinking feeling in his stomach.
Abaddon took a deep breath and quickly exited
the room. Luckily for him, Clover was still toiling away in the kitchen. Finally,
the Zafara finished with the coffee, and placed Abaddon’s mug on the center
table in his living room. The Buzz reluctantly picked the drink up, and he was
about to sip, when he noticed a small wooden frame.
He picked it up without Clover consent and observed
it, in the picture was two small Zafaras. He recognized the one in the right
to be Clover. Several years younger and without his grey jacket, on the left
was another green Zafara completely identical to Clover.
The other one was a she and appeared very spunky,
having her left arm lifted upward in greeting. Her eyes were wide and her mouth
was happily open. The Buzz’s heart began to race when he saw the female’s clothing.
A grey plaid jacket with horizontal red stripes
and vertical blue stripes, they crossed over each other in a basic tartan design.
The sleeves were too long for her little paws. She also had a scarf, one that
was a bit big for such a tiny Zafara, it had a ringed pattern of blue and orange.
Abaddon couldn’t speak his head began to spin
and his body collapsed to the floor. Faintly hearing Clover’s cries of concern
within the brief darkness.
“Colony ahoy!” it was the voice of my energetic first mate, and buddy Zannibar.
I got up and looked at the floating metal settlement. From a distance it seemed
like a real island, but a closer glance made me frown.
The lack of green nature in this surreal world
of mine saddened me. Our ship the “Kuepil” boarded into the docks, Kuepil raised
its cute round head up proudly, for it was the biggest ship in the entire dock.
My small crew and I, which only consisted of my first mate and engineer, jumped
off of our boat. Maccy the yellow Lenny was making comments on Kuepil’s artillery.
“It’s very good, I suggest that the next person we get for our crew is a gunner,”
he said. Unfortunately, when we were still at sea, we made the discovery that
not one of us could aim.
“Food” shouted Zannibar. He ran toward the marketplace,
he looked awkward running on his hind legs.
“Why is Zannibar doing that?” I asked Maccy.
We were taking a slower pace than Zannibar.
“Because it’s a law.” I raised a brow and didn’t
bother asking about that.
Zannibar was shifting from one foot to another
barely able to contain his excitement. Never had I seen a creature so jittery
about food. Beside him was a small green Zafara one that resembled my new plushie.
I pointed toward her with a shocked expression. When she noticed this, she quickly
snatched Zannibar’s bag of groceries and darted off.
“Ahh... my new bags of lollies are in that bag!”
“That’s the only thing in that bag!” growled
The three of us dashed after her, such a thing
was as difficult as finding a lost child in a theme park. Finally, in the corner
of my eye, I saw a small flash. The sun had reflected off of the gold bracelet
around her left wrist.
She noticed this, and her eyes widened when I
had spotted her in the huge crowd. I pointed toward her and shouted. “Thief!”
Another Buzz in the crowd heard me, and swiftly kicked her on the side. She
hit the ground hard, and filched a little from the blow.
“There you go,” he said and smugly walked back
into the large crowd.
I picked up our bag, and offered the Zafara a
hand of assistance. She was obviously surprised, and her eyes shifted up and
down. “You’re a pirate ain’t ya?” I shrugged my shoulders.
“I guess. What’s your name?”
“Emmaralis McCassi. But you can call me Emma
for short . Ya ain’t really dat threatenin' for a pirate you know.” She sat
up, then she glanced up at me with a concerned look. “Hey, is there somethin'
Clover backed away from Abaddon, who had finally awoken from his slumber. The
Buzz got up suddenly, and looked around embarrassed. The little Zafara helped
Abaddon up from the floor.
Abaddon was staring at the picture. He asked
who it was and Clover answered, “Mah twin sister--“
Clover dropped his mug. He had never told anyone
about Emma. Yet this Buzz, who didn’t even know the Zafara’s last name til now,
got his sister’s name right on the spot. Abaddon who was completely oblivious
of what he just did, asked another question. “When is she coming over? I’m guessing
she still lives here. Right?”
“Never . . . ”
“She has her own place?”
Clover’s lower lip quivered a bit and his shoulders
were slumping, the Zafara seemed to be very distanced from the Buzz now. He
shook his head and repeated.
“Never . . . ”
Unfortunately, Abaddon was confused by the Zafara's
sudden change in behavior. Then finally noticed the tears running down the corner
of Clover’s eyes. “Clover... are you crying? What hap--“
“Shut-up an’ get out already!” The Buzz backed
away, this was first time he ever saw Clover angry. “Ah swear! If you’re just
gon’ ta stand there an' ask me this junk, then just vamoose!” Abaddon jolted
out the door, he then heard it slam behind him.
He murmured an apology and went back home, much
to his misfortune it rained on the way there. He picked up a newspaper and opened
it over his head. The house was still empty, and it would only take another
hour at the plushie factory for his master to come back.
He went up to his room and sat at the desk where
his plushies sat. Suddenly he got up from his seat and picked up the Zafara
plushie. Around her left wrist was a gold bracelet. There was no way Abaddon
could have put it there since he had no such material.
There was also no way his owner could have done
it because she was still at work. The house was the way the Buzz had left it
from before, so no one could of broken in.
Abaddon couldn’t breathe, his eyes widened and
he shook his head around. “S-STOP!” He didn’t know what was going on, but he
wanted to make it to stop! The dreams, the sleepwalking, all the coincidences
that linked up to them, he wanted to stop it all, but that was not going to
happen anytime soon.
To be continued...