Lyrax Terminators 2

Chapter 13

A huge van sat in a deserted area, which was overpolluted with plastic waste. In that huge van, sat a lonely teenage boy on a little couch, with his eyes closed. The van was made as if it was a house on its own. It had a living room, a dining room, a kitchen, and one bedroom.

The teenage boy sat lazily, with a glass cup of orange juice, on a tiny table in front of him.

"Hey Alexander!" A deep, angry voice suddenly roared from outside.
 
Alexander opened his eyes wide and sighed.

"Alexander!" The voice called again, but angrier.

"What gives?!" Alexander groaned, jumping to his feet.

He walked towards the door and slid it open.

"What the fuck?!!"

Alexander shouted out of shock at what he saw. There was a Lyrax, right in front of his van. The Lyrax was enormous, and red in complexion. It had a long tail, and razor sharp teeth, and it's body was surrounded by a red aura.

Alexander screamed, and ran back into the van, muttering:

"What was the hotline again? Hotline. Hotline. Hotline. What the fuck was the hotline?!"

The Lyrax just stood there, and watched the van with a puzzled expression. He looked at his body, and sighed.

"Oops. I transformed again."

His body complexion turned normal, and his size decreased. Within seconds, the Lyrax had transformed into a middle-aged man. He straightened up, and stretched his right arm. The whole van suddenly faded away, like ash, taken away by a blowing wind, and Alexander was exposed. He stood stiff, with his phone in his arm.

"What the hell just happened?!" Alexander wondered out loud, still with the phone in his grip "Where the fuck is my van?!"

"Alexander!" The man called from behind him.

"Who . . . Who are you?" Alexander asked him, as he turned around "Where is the Lyrax?!"

"I am Amado." Amado introduced "I am an S rated Lyrax."

"It was you!" Alexander realised "What the fuck d'you want from me?!"

"Shut up and listen." Amado said "Your presence is being requested, by Vortex."

"Vortex?"

***

Alexander's mind got flooded by this memory, for some reason.

He stood in an empty, dark room, lit with only candle lights, stuck to the walls. He stood in front of a rectangular carved stone on the ground. Beside that carved stone was a tiny cup, with a black beverage in it. On the rectangular carved stone, was a weird, tiny, spherical, object. Half of it glowed blue, and the other half glowed scarlet red.

This was the exact room Vortex had made a monument of Shida in. Vortex had come to this sacred room, occasionally to talk to the late Shida, also known as the mother of all Lyraxes.

Alexander had grown and changed over the years. His black hair had grown shaggy, and long. The scars across his face, had gotten deeper.

He knelt in front of the carved stone, and sighed:

"Again, I apologize, about the fact that Shida's monument was destroyed after the Lyte war." Alexander begun "I also apologise that I haven't made a new monument after all this time. However, I have great news, Master Vortex. Everything is going according to planned. If the Black ki clan plays their cards right, we'll be able to restore your spirit, and finish phase 2 of our plan." He stopped and watched with the corner of his eyes "Reborn."