Untold Tales

Unfinished Business

Another day, another save. Not only did the Mysticons manage to save Drake City from stormy's wrath (with a little help from Claudette), but through good fortune, the baby dragon was reunited Valmuk, The Dragon King.

However, it was not over just yet. With an intense look on her face, Zarya decided to pay her old "friend" a little visit.

***

There Creed was counting his coins as a futile attempt to calm himself. This very moment, he was more frustrated than ever now that his ultimate weapon quite literally flew out the window.

"Mysticons..." he grumbled under his breath, banging the table with his fist which caused a stack of coins to collapse.

Charlie and Nixon were a little frightened by this, seeing that counting coins usually calmed him down. Creed noticed them both looking at him.

"What?!" He snapped.

"Uhhh... well, boss" Charlie said cautiously. "We know you're upset n' all.

"But you know what they say...'' began Nixon. "... no use cryin' over spill-"

Creed's now stubby tail slammed very hard on the ground, putting Nixon's words to a halt.

"Just leave me in peace!"

With that, both anaconda twins sheepishly walked out, not wanting to arouse Creed's anger any further. Big mistake, Creed, very big mistake. As soon as the lights went out, he knew what was coming next. He very lightly turned his head to see a face he least wanted to see...

Out of the shadows, there was Zarya, looking ever so tense, staring Creed down. The latter was not impressed.

"Do you really have to hide in the shadows like that, Zarya?" He said irritably, turning his chair to face her. "I can see your heat signature so that's entirely fruitless."

Zarya didn't say anything. Instead, she continued to give a cold, almost icy stare. Creed was admittedly shocked. No snappy comeback? No snake jokes? She would have typically jumped at such a chance.

"What's the matter? Snake got your tongue?"

Again, nothing. Not even a nudge, nor tightening of her fists. Instead, she just continued to stare.

At this point, Creed was starting to quake a little. What's this? Nerves?! Am I really intimidated by this... this good for nothing street rat?! He had never seen Zarya this stoic before. Sure, her impatience and short temper were well known in the Undercity, but she's at least been vocal about it. It was very unnerving.

However, a thought occurred that maybe this was all just a facade to hide any insecurities she had that very moment. This at least but a callous grin on his face.

"Is it because I got away with murder yet again?" Creed said snidely, confident he'll hit a nerve. "That no one suspected it was me who enraged the dragon? That no one had a chance to observe the scar in her eye? Funny how the realm works, isn't it? Just when you think my true status has been exposed, I always manage to appease the masses with my "good and caring nature." I suppose there were witnesses in the Undercity, but let's be honest, who would ever believe those little, insignificant fleas that dwell in such repugnant places?"

That should have done it. Surely that would have gotten a reaction. After all, everyone in the Undercity was Zarya's family in their own right, in particular the kids she had to look after for at least three years. Anyone who dared to insult them would have found her exploding with rage. And yet, still not so much as a single wince. Still stoic, still with that stone cold stare.

That's it. With his eyes twitching, his lips quivered, Creed simply couldn't take anymore of this ominous silence.

"SAY SOMETHING!" Creed shouted. Without thinking, he picked up his small dragon statue and threw it at Zarya out of blind rage.

Of course, Zarya foresaw that. Without flinching, she fired an arrow at the hurdling statue, disintegrating it out of existence. She then slowly but surely approached Creed, who began shaking in his chair like a leaf, until she was looking at him in the eyes, getting dangerously close to his face full of deadly venom injecting fangs.

"You're protected by royal law." She finally said, her voice grim and dark. "I realize that. Because of that, as long as you cover your tracks, and you can live all fancy free. But things won't go your way forever. Sooner or later, you're bound to slip up, and you'll be rotting in the royal dungeons, and I'll be there to see it." She then summoned a knife in her hand. "In the meantime, if you harm any innocent creature like you did with Stormy..." She then inched her knife ever closer to his throat, causing Creed to breathe more heavily and shake even more. "I'll be the first person you answer to."

Creed then winced his eyes shut, bracing himself for the worst. Upon opening one eye, he saw that Zarya had disappeared, seemingly as quick as she arrived.

Creed was still shaken. He couldn't believe what happened. Not only Zarya had the nerve to confront him head on, she actually scared him out of his wits. That very thought alone angered Creed, how dare she make him feel that way? He then gave furious hissed, followed by a blood curdling scream.

There Zarya was, having transformed back to her normal attire. She could somewhat hear Creed screaming his lungs out, no doubt freaking out his henchmen. She then gave a mischievous smirk. Even if that old snake wasn't going behind bars yet, it was still so satisfying that she had got to mess with him like that. For now, that was good enough for her.