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“They’re here!” Lester said.
“I know! I heard the voices.” Skyrid said.
“How?”
“I have two times the hearing of a normal human.”
“But, Ritter must’ve ratted me out. So, talk in a whisper tone of voice.”
“Who is this Ritter?” I said.
“He’s the boss of the Striker retrieval company.” Lester said.
I backed up for a second; messing with my hands nervously.
“You work for the Strikers?”
“No.” Lester said. “I work for the Sayis’.”
Lester looked at me.
“Take this with you.” he said.
He handed me a pendant. It had an upside down triangle on it.
“This is a piece of Junk!”
I placed it on the desk. Lester lifted it up into the air. He grabbed it and put it around my neck.
“This will protect you.” he said.
“How?”
“It’ll prevent you from having another Malfunction.”
“You know?”
“That you killed Jaren? Are you kidding? Everyone does.”
“What do you mean?” I said.
Lester handed me a white button.
“Here, press it.” he said.
I pressed it. A flat screen television emerged from the wall in front of us.
A reporter dressed in nice clothing appeared on the screen. She held a microphone in her right hand. She had black hair and blue eyes. Her bushy eyebrows were like the quills of a phoenix. Her face was pasty white.
“There have been reports of recent terrorist attacks. A rocket shot into the capitol building today to protest the Cithian Outlawing. All of the attackers were Kandriths. In other news, a Cithian has been discovered. He was last seen in a safe house just outside Siraka. This is him.” She said.
I saw myself in the picture. It had the same blonde hair, green eyes. It had the same red shirt and blue jeans on that I was wearing.
The reporter appeared on the screen again.
“The victim, Jaren James says he does not remember the Cithian. He is in intensive care.”
I can’t believe my eyes. Jaren is alive.
The door shook for a minute and fell to the ground. A general appeared.
He was wearing a white uniform. Two yellow ropes were hanging down from his right shoulder. Handcuffs were buckled onto his belt. His eyes were a light brown. He was bald. His face was milky white. He wore a green ball cap on his head that had three silver stars on it.
“Give me the boy, Lester.” he said
“No.” Lester said
“Then a fight you shall have.” the General said.
The General threw a beam of darkness at Lester; throwing him up against the wall. Lester got up. He threw a beam of light at the General and lifted him into the air.
The General lifted Lester into the air. Lester’s veins popped as his power rings came out. He screamed as bruises burned into his skin. I waved my hand; throwing him up against the wall. The General laid dead in front of us.
“You killed him!” Lester said.
“What you expect me to do? Let him kill you?” I said.
He stood there silent. Then he looked at me.
“No. I didn’t want you to kill him though.” Lester said.
“I didn’t kill him. He’s just unconscious.” I said.
Lester pressed a red button the wall. A brown door appeared.
“What is this?” I said.
“It’s a magical door.”Lester said. ”It’ll take you anywhere you think of.”
“All I can think about is going home.”
“Then, open the door and that’s where you’ll go.”
I opened the door.