Um . . . suuuuure, Abby, if you say so.
Anyway, I discovered that I mispelled Czarnian, so I went back an fixed it. And here is a potentially short chapter.
CHAPTER FOUR:
Czarnian Cometh
Cloak was relieved when the irritating poking had ended. He did not know what caused it, but would not allow it to cause him discomfort. It was probably nothing. What did cause him concern, was Aquilai's rather erratic, uncharacteristic behavior. He was alll broody and reclusive. Clearly something has happened, something that he doesn't want to talk about.
Cloak actually could understand that mentality. During his transition from being his mother's involuntary servant to being a full-time resident of RAF, he was behaving similarly. He would haunch his shoulders, looking down, and basically looking like the most defeated being in existence. But Cloak could tell that it wasn't defeat Aquilai was feeling, he could recognize the cues of unbridled rage, having experienced it himself.
Cloak worried and fretted about his friend. He knew what such a path of rage and hatred could lead, as it was very nearly a road he took. And such a road is filled with nothing but darkness, darkness and pain.
***
High above the Earth, what can only be described as a Czarnian biker. He wore inky black leather clothing, a bushy mane of black hair, and black markings around his sunken eyes that blended into the blackness of the vast expanse of space, which accented well with his chalk white skin. He was astride a space-flight capable bike with propulsion components of wheels. He also had a pair of sunglasses in his pocket.
In his left hand, which wore a fingerless leather glove, he held a unusually high-tech device that clashed horribly with the whole style and motif he had going on. He studied the screen, looking rather bored. Maybe the lead was wrong, as the scanner wasn't detecting the energy that was unleashed when the Veils took and left a body. Most beings couldn't notice the minute energy given off, but it was there.
Suddenly, an orange dot appeared on the scanner, then blipped out of existence. Then it appeared again and then vanished again. The Czarnian smirked an intimidating sneer. They
were here. They were here on this backwater planet, and they weren't being very careful.
***
"Gynecovyx! What did I tell you?!" Androvex said, still occupying Chaz's body.
He was addressing Ian's older, teenagd sister. Ian was unconscious in his bed, and they moved the argument to room next door, belonging to his sister, Valerie. Androvex was clearly livid, and Gynecovyx was churlish, but defiant.
"I was tired of always have a male host." she said, mulishly.
"I told you that we are in
hiding, fool!" Androvex snarled. "You realize that the Czarnian can track it when we take and release bodies? No. No, of course not."
"Stop speaking to me as if I'm child!"
"Then stop being as reckless as one!" Androvex countered. "We have to run away now, thanks to your impetuousness."
After a beat passed, Androvex snarled, "What do you think you're doing?! Didn't it just tell you that he could track us if we release bodies?"
"But then how --"
"We'll go on the lam inside these ones," Androvex snarled. "We could have lived here comfortably until the bounty on us expired. But, due to your recklessness, we have to go now. Inside these pathetic creatures."
He sighed heavily.
"This exactly why Earth is so dangerous for us, Gynecovex." he said, his tone more subdued now. "We killed that girl, remember."
"I didn't know that it was his girlfriend, I was just having fun." Gynecovyx protested.
"And your hedonistic urges landed us in this predicament!" he snarled. "Now, hurry up and pack. We gotta get going. This time use your head. Or Valerie's, as she has better judgment apparently."
