The Mythic

PART THREE

The fox had started to lead Anali and the group through the streets when a voice with a slight English accent called out.

"Whoo-a! Little fox, slow down!" The group turned and saw a flyer rushing towards them. The fox gasped and tugged Anali's hand harder, pulling the larger digi and shoving people aside with a snarl.

"Flare! Slow down, little fox, I am not as rude as you," the flyer laughed, easily catching up with her. The group turned, and upon closer inspection was startled by the flyers' appearance.

He was young, about Jasper's age, and everything about him was bright. He had pale skin and flashy white teeth with fangs, much like Jasper and Beck.  His hair was sand colored and his wings were pure canary yellow. He utilized these bright colors by wearing a sunshine colored tuxedo with a black tie, dark chocolate brown pants and shoes, and a small top hat that contrasted sharply with the rest of him. Even with his flashy appearance, the most unsettling thing were his eyes. His irises were black, and he had white pupils. The whites of his eyes were light gray.

Flare sighed, visibly drooping. She turned and looked at the flyer.

"What, Scrap," she growled, looking at him with narrowed eyes.

"Little fox," he twittered, walking around her. "That's not my name. But I digress. I-" he spun to face the group, placing a hand on his chest. "-am Scalan Abacus, and I am here to help... you!" He struck a pose and pointed a finger at Zoe. She looked startled, tugging anxiously at her hood.

"M- me?" She sputtered, backing away from this flyer with strange eyes.

"Why but of course!" He crowed, walking around her as if he were examining her. "You must have figured out by now that you're quite special. You don't belong. Like me!" He placed his hand on his chest, arching his wrist. He stepped back, facing the whole group. "As you all can see, I am different. Special. One-of-a-kind. Weird. Ugly. Freakish. Nothing more than a scrap." As he talked, his eyes narrowed and the light left his face. He shook his head, quickly brightening again.

"But here I am! Living in one of the most high end places in Canecky Square. Yet you, miss, you are not simply different. Oh, no, no. You are... well, you're extinct. Which is why I cannot, and will not, let this fox take you to where she wants you to go." Zoe looked taken aback, and everyone put themselves between her and Flare while the fox herself simply snorted.

"You're really gonna trust this guy? You just met him!" Anali looked down at her, then to Jasper.

"We just met you," the cheetah pointed out. Jasper nodded while Andwe pushed his way to the front of the group.

"How can we trust you?" He queried. "So far this flyer has been more honest with us than you have. You didn't even tell us your name."

"Please, Flare," Scalan chirped, fluffing out his wings and brushing lint off of his suit, "did you really think you would get away that easily? This girl is going to help fight the Hunters, and I'm starting to think you're one of them."

"Oh please, Scrap," Flare snarled, her tounge curling over her teeth. "The Hunters aren't real, feather-brain. It's just something parents tell the little ones so they stay in bed at night. Now as nice as this has been, we need to get them out of here."

"Wait. Stop, hold on," Anali growled, holding her hands up between the two. "What are the Hunters? Why are they hunting us? And why don't we get a say in where we go?"

Scalan stared at her, his eyebrows raised. His lips pursed and his cheeks puffed out suddenly and he burst out laughing. He bent over, his hands on his knees. His wings were arched above him and they shuddered with each laugh. The flyer straightened with a sniff, a small smile still on his face.