The Kidnappers

The Kidnappers - Language conflict (Chapter 23)

CHAPTER 23

 - Sapien's POV 

"He's speaks Latin, didn't that die out millions of years ago. Why the foorrkk does he speak it? I don't understand what the foorrk he's saying? How are we supposed to communicate?" Love is skipping beside me, having a rant a mile a minute, her voice bounding off the high walls of  abandoned warehouses in the early morning light. The clouds above her glowing against the light orange and pink sky, as the sun is lazily beginning to rise.

However Love is so hyper, I don't know whether it's the adrenaline still pumping in her or the fact Zeki might have passed her some sweets, from his beloved leather duster. Someone needs to teach this child never to take food from Zeki, we don't know what he may have laced it with. I've witnessed him  pass a glass of water to someone fresh out of the tap, which has caused the person to pass out. But if it wasn't for my defined eyesight I  wouldn't have noticed Zeki fleetly drop something into the drink.

Sometimes I wonder why we even give him the responsibility too cook, even though we know what he can do but I think none of us can be bothered and would rather face the consequences. Neither of us like the holographic foods from the daily magazines, so prefer to make it from scratch but that takes time to make, we can't have it both ways. Food being quick to make and tasty are two mutual exclusive events.

I tune Love out a little, she's needs to vent out all this energy out but I can still retain some of my sanity. 

 "You know the best thing that ever happened, in the past few days, is seeing you repeatedly falling flat on your butt." Dese chirpily says to Zeki as we approach the drive.

"More like my handsome face." Zeki grumbles, flinching at the memory. I don't know why it still affects him, he hasn't got a trace of the damage from Butter's game of sifting around the Saharan Desert because I already healed him, including his dislocated shoulder. 

"Same difference." Dese flippantly says. 

Zeki glares back at her, with so much annoyance. "No your face is on the top half the body and your ass is on the other half." He explains snobbishly to her.

"Well then you have two asses."

"At least I'm not one big  butt hole like you." Zeki spins around to Dese, sticking his tongue out. 

The maturity of my team members baffles me sometimes. We are supposed to kidnap kids not transform into them.  

We trek up to the house, after almost five days of being absent, we're all physically and mentally fatigued. We trudged half way through the Saharan Desert before we found a Power Lamp, despite Butter offering to sift us, whenever our powers came on. But we could never ask a child to sift us, no matter how experienced he is because it would have used a considerable amount of energy trying to sift all five of us, including him and we quite frankly didn't have the extra resources, that he would have required.

Finding Butter, the second child,  has made us go through blood, sweat and tears. I dare to contemplate what we have to hazard through to find the final child. But I do hope we're all still alive after these three months. 

I gaze up to the lonesome house, the Domi Society has provided us with, the windows are black eyes looming in front of us.The vines that  are tangling up walls branch out to welcome us back, to the last part of the mission. We're nearly there, although it's only been approximately two weeks, it seems so much more than that.

I swiftly walk ahead, as I have the keys, but stall just before I put the key into it's lock. There's a ticking sound as if there is a metro-meter nearby. Tick Tock on every quaver. Where is it? I'm slowly place my ear to the navy door with the brass lion shaped knocker, trying to distinguish whether the sound is coming from the inside of the house or out.