Spark of Flint

Chapter 5

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Kaiden's P.O.V.

Zesty's car pulls up right next to us in the parking lot. He gets out of the car and walks to us. He pulls up in a 1965 Shelby mustang that was yellow with 2 black stripes down the middle.

"Hey Zesty" me and Josh say at the same time.

"Hey kids, what's happening here?" he asks me.

"ZESTY! That kid there invoked the name of the boss's right hand!" the leader of the group exclaimed.

Zesty stopped and looked at him. He has short light brown hair with hazel eyes. He has this demanding presence, you cannot help but to listen to him. It helps that he is 6 ft. tall (182.8 cm). Once you get to know him, he is relaxed and protective over people he cares about. Now, when he is in a situation that is a mystery, Zesty can get intimidating. He has this way about him, the air around him says try to fuck with me and I will snap your neck.

"Did I ever give you permission to call me by my name?" he asks.

Silence.

Zesty turns his body to the tall black man. That man is now looking nervous. His body deflates, showing his lack of confidence in front of Zesty. Even though he is like 5 inches (12 cm) taller than Zesty.

"Did I ever invite you to call me by my name? Now, answer me."

"No" said the tall black man.

"Then you will call me sir. Do you understand?"

"Yes"

"Yes, what?" Zesty pushed.

"Yes, sir" the tall black man replied.

"Now, kid. Is what he said true? You said Crimson Fang's name."

"Yes, to be exact I said I know her teacher." I replied truthfully to him.

"What reason did you have to do such a thing in the first place?" he asked, surprised that it was true.

"Well, he said" I point to the leader,"that after we cover up the mural, we will get a good beating because I dared talk back to him. Scared, I said that I know her teacher. I did not say it lightly either. But I did get permission to use it. I never thought I would half to since I work directly for you. When I tell others this and once they confirm it, they normally back off. But this guy says he is Pinocchio, a Purple Lane."

Zesty nods his head understanding, taking out his and dials a number and puts it on speaker phone.

"I am sorry to bother you Miss Crimson but my subordinate invoked your name, not only that but said something about knowing your teacher."

"Okay, I will be there momentarily."

I am a bit surprised he called her right now. I thought the group would be dealt with first. Just then right next to Zesty a human sized black oval hole appeared and out came Crimson Fang. Damn, she is hot. She walks a few steps and faces us. I think a gay man could be made straight with how hot she was. She is wearing a backless red crop halter top that didn't have a middle in the front. It looked like one piece of fabric hugged one boob and then wrapped around her neck and went to hug the other boob. It also had a couple buckles at the bottom to hold it together. The bottoms were a high waist red denim patchwork lace with frill tulle. It stopped just above her knees. Her feet were protected by red chunky heeled boots that were laced up and covered an inch or 2 past her ankle. 

It seemed that all the guys had a problem with our shorts. Zesty seemed immune to it. I am starting to wonder if he is in love with himself. The girl named Sally seemed comfortable enough to step out from behind Josh because I can see her in the corner of my eye. 

"Okay Zesty, tell me the situation." demanded Crimson.

She listened. Then asked me about what happened and listened closely. Then she got the group's story. Her face never portrayed what she was thinking. Once everyone is done talking she takes a moment before speaking. She looks to be in her early to late 20's. Her black hair was half up, half down sort of way. The only thing you could see was her blue eyes thinking hard.

"First thing, first. If you know my teacher's name then whisper it in my ear." Crimson said.

"I can do you one better. I can call her for you." I reply and call her up.

Hoping like hell she was not lying as I handed her the dialing phone. She took it and walked away. Soon Crimson was talking on the phone. Seemed like a pleasant conversation based on her relaxed face. When the call ended she walked back.

"Thanks to you, I got to reconnect with my mentor after losing touch with them. I have to thank you. I am also glad you stopped them for covering up this masterpiece. I enjoyed wondering where it may pop up next. Zesty, you will accompany the actual artist to finish this later. For they are now under my personal protection. I love their artwork," she turns to the group, to be exact she turns to the leader and continues,"Do you know that Pinocchio wasn't a real boy for most of the movie. Want to know the difference? You were never a Purple lane and will never be one."

When the tall black man realized I played him, he looked at me with burning anger in his eyes. I shrugged my shoulders and said,"I told you that I worked for a Fruity Orange. It's not my fault you dismissed me."

The rest of the group looked pale and backed away from him. He really fooled them into thinking he was a Purple Lane. The tall black man looked around frantically. Fear is starting to show and reality is starting to sink in. He ran outside of everyone and pulled out a gun. Fear is still on his face but his hand is steady. I start to sweat. I know Zesty doesn't carry one. He says he doesn't need one. 

"You humans and your guns make me laugh."said Crimson as she waved her hand down sharply.

The gun looked like it had an invisible force smacked right out of his hand. It hit the ground and then flew into her hand. Zesty doesn't look fazed. Like he knew she could do this. If she can do this, what can he do if he doesn't need a gun. Can he do the same? 

Now, I am scared for a different reason. What is she? I am glad that I really know her teacher, if not I don't want to imagine what she could have done to me. 

"You will be dealt with by actual Purple Lanes." said Crimson.

She waves her hand again. This time her finger makes an oval and the black hole she came out of appeared behind him but just as tall as he was and engulfed him, then disappeared.

"Now," she turns to the remaining people from the group,"you can go home safely. All you will remember is that you were lied to and he was taken away. Nothing else, no need to worry about consequences. You were fooled and just trying to survive. I will not blame you for it, off you go now."

Just like that the trance that was over us watching burst and they scrambled out of here. She looks to us. Zesty is now standing closer to us, a bit protectively.

"Good work Zesty. You don't need to worry either. I won't touch the kids. In fact, I will let them keep their memories of tonight. You seem to trust them and that is good enough for me." says Crimson.

Zesty completely relaxes. 

"Thank you, Miss Crimson." replies Zesty.