Destined: 2 Be Continued

47. Silas, to Save the Day!

"What else are we going to do, now that the fortress is up and running?" Metal Monkey number 112 asked.

"Just keep it together. Make sure nothing explodes while Herman, Otto, Malarkey and I are all gone," Silas answered. He was going to leave in about an hour with his three best friends, leaving his metal monkeys minions(or MMMs, for short) to take care of it. There was no problem with that; the MMMs were all hard and diligent workers, plus they knew how to identify a problem and solve it. They were good metal monkey minions, and Silas trusted them--even if they were just robots.

Silas was leaving for a reason. Vindex, having gotten much, much better at Dreaming, had told him that the Destined, particularly Jeremiah, were in trouble. Silas had sensed it, too--the distress of something happening to Jeremiah's power, like something was ripping it to shreds and replacing it--and had felt Vilor's power growing. He hadn't had a worse time since he was chased by that one gang in New Orleans. 

"OTTO! MALARKEY! HERMAN!" Silas called, running as fast as he could towards the doors. Three flying metal figures, much larger than normal, came to meet with them. One smiled, another pouted, and the third scowled. "Are you ready to go?" Silas asked.

"Yup!"

"I suppose..."

"Why are we just sitting here? LET'S GO!" at Malarkey's insistence, the four leaped through the doors. Silas took one of his new little doohickeys--a key with a star-shaped jewel at the bottom-- and thrust it into the air. With a turn of the key, a hole opened in the air--a portal, to be exact.

"This'll take us to whatever's convenient," Silas reminded them. "Herman, do you have Heather's contacts so we can give them back?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Let's go!" the four leaped through the portal.

It was like a tunnel of spinning violet and blue light. The four strolled through the tunnel, feeling like they were spinning and the tunnel was not. Perhaps that was true, perhaps it was not; the important things was that it was much easier to use for travel. Not to give Wind offense or anything; the key did have limited uses, and Wind had unending powers. It was just for now's convenience that the four used the Tunnel Key.

There was a white light at the end of the tunnel--wasn't that a saying? Either way, that would be the end point: the four would end up wherever that white light decided they needed to go. Considering that they had the intentions of helping the Destined, Silas assumed that they would end up in one of Loraine's cabins. Hopefully that and not three feet to the left of one. 

The four walked through the light. Silas ended up on the small bit between cabins that would close when going at August Speed, but would remain exposed when going only sixty miles per hour. Silas knocked on the door behind him, knowing that the monkeys were behind him and hence were in that cabin, and Otto opened the door.

"Thanks, my happy friend," Silas gratified.

"No problem!" Otto responded cheerfully. The person who actually owned the cabin groaned in wakefulness. Silas hadn't even noticed it was the middle of the night; he only slept when he was tired and not at night. He didn't even know how they had a sleep schedule with all their traveling.

"Who is that?" the person asked. That voice belonged to Heather! 

"Uh...it is I, Prince Ali Ababwa," Silas attempted.

"...What?"

"Just kidding. It's Silas Fitch."

"WHAT?" Heather snapped wide awake, propping herself on her elbow. "Who?"

"Silas Fitch. You know, the guy with the metal monkeys?" Heather seemed decently scared at that prospect. "Don't kill me, please!" she cried out. Silas was extremely confused.

"Uh...Miss Morrison, I believe you're mixing up some identities. Castle would kill you the second he saw you. Vilor would eat you alive. Silas Fitch, who is me, would not kill a Destined. I just want to return your contact lenses, which Herman stole, not me," he explained.

Heather sat up in her bed. She was wearing green pajamas, just pure green and no other thing. She held her hand forward, and Herman placed the shiny gold lens case inside her palm. "Thank you. I prefer my glasses, but I can use these when I need them," she thanked.

Silas had a new concern. "What happened to your other pajamas?"

"I lost them at some point, I have no idea--wait, how did you know I had other pajamas?" 

"Well, I visited here before. That was when Herman stole those contacts."

"Yes, but how did you know?"

"Don't pretend you haven't watched people sleep before," Silas accused. Heather guiltily glanced from side to side.

"Well, I'm a medic!" she eventually retorted. "I don't watch people sleep, I wait for them to either die or wake up." She stood up from bed, then looked at her wrist, which didn't have a watch on it. "I'm getting dressed right now, as I'm probably not going to sleep. Turn around."

Silas obeyed and continued to talk to her. "If you're wondering why I came here now, at this exact time, it's because Jeremiah was captured by Vilor just a few hours ago." He felt Heather turn around in shock, but refused to do the same. 

"The Grasshopper must have been quiet. Vindex found me as I was dreaming of small horses and told me that he had been captured. I came as soon as I was ready. Not to mention, just yesterday you were defeated by one of Vilor's decoys before Alex's quick thinking took it out."

"How do you know that?"

"No."

"That's...not..."

"Vindex tells me everything. Don't worry about it; it's pretty much his job now."

"Oookay. You can turn around now." Silas turned around. Heather was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans. "Let's wake up everybody and tell them what you told me," she said.

"Alright. I'll wake Alex and August, you wake Penny and Belle."

The two set out to wake the others on this fine, extremely dangerous day.