“What?” asked Cheryl to Visionary. She has just come from the kitchen with a glass of water, joining again her husband in their private rooms
“Ummmmm...nothing at all” Visionary, looking a bit guilty, quickly answered.
Cheryl had observed that after each visit to the toilet, kitchen, etc; he directed suspicious looks to her hair. After his scary adventure, Visionary had insisted in the two of them keeping the other always in sight. That is why they were spending the evening together, watching TV . Their cozy double bedroom included a fireplace that nobody used (too dangerous) and some of the few things they had been able to rescue from their lost condo, including one of their wedding pictures.
“I don’t like this” Suddenly Cheryl thought out loud. “Not all”
“Me neither. This documentary about lizards eating cockroaches is plain gross” Her husband agreed flipping channels “However, these reality programs are not better. I mean, lizards don’t seem to be able to stop it.. But being buried under millions of insects for money is plain wrong”
“Dear, I wasn’t talking about the Uncover Channel or Fat Brother. I meant about your kidnap. It doesn’t make any sense. Why kidnap you, why didn’t they kill you?” Cheryl clarified
“Sorry to spoil a good adventure for being alive” Wounded, Visionary grumbled
“Oh, I am pretty happy with the outcome” Cheryl answered with an apologetically smile “But you know what I mean”
Visionary knew she had a point, he could see it himself. He didn’t have any archnemesis. Apart from the Apostate…and he couldn’t picture the tough guy disguised like a girl to get him. That anyone could go to any trouble to kidnap him was amazing. Perhaps he was getting some respect after all and he didn’t like the thought one bit
“awww,crap. No..I said no!”From the corner of his eye, he saw Yo’s bunny trying to get inside. Trying to stop the bunny, He realized would never make it into the NBA. Rabito just passed him effortless, landing disheveled on Cheryl’s lap. The Regulars hadn’t forgiven Visionary for the carpet incident yet and he was trying to keep the bunny out from the still carpeted rooms. Like if he were the damn bunny nanny...And that is how Yerk found the three of them
“Hi. You that Morituri te salutan your Nemesis” Yerk, mixing words learned from TV, greeted Visionary ..The Yo-being knowledge of the earth has been acquired basically form old movies and soap operas. He specially liked “Espartaco” and thought he made a great entrance using bad Italian words .
“ummm…Hi” Visionary said completely at lost. Some days seemed like most people in the Parodyopolis spoke everything but english “Are you one of Donar’s friend?”
“I am being Yerk” The Yo-being politely introduced himself “And I will kill you in exactly 1 minute 23 seconds”
“er…good for you. I cannot stand unpunctual people” Visionary nervously answered, slowly walking towards her wife. Cheryl realized that they were in front of their mysterious enemy. In this moment a telephone began to ring in the comm. room.
“Ummm…Would you like a beer? Cookies?” Visionary lacking better ideas, offered.
“I never had a beer before” The Yo being pondered for a moment ”Perhaps later, after the killing you” Thinking his hand a bazooka he pointed it to Visionary chest. At the same moment, Yo’s bunny thought itself to be a balloon, a purple transparent one, wrapping Cheryl inside. It was the bunny’s way of keeping her harmless, Cheryl realized. Luckily for Visionary, that made Yerk focus in Rabito
“Er…what about me?” Visionary pleaded the bunny
“Rabito, let Visionary inside” Cheryl firmly said in a no nonsense voice. The animal, gruntingly, opened a tiny entrance for him. It felt like crossing a chumming gum, but at least they seemed to be safe inside.
“Bad bunny!” Yerk’s squeaked like a spoiled child, throwing several energy blasts against the bunny. If their situation wasn’t so desperate, Cheryl would have thought it comic to be inside a purple balloon with big ears on top
Yo knew she was sick, She got daily e-mails from the Regulars, explaining in detail whatever could be useful for Yo to know. She couldn’t make any sense of Donar’s and found Visi’s pretty entertaining. She missed her friends, expending most of her time apart from them. To be useful, she was making more nursery-duty than Visionary monitor-duty in his old times. Regardless, Yo felt great. She, being in a she mood now, loved her new red Zorro outfit and was appreciating her figure in front of the mirror. The hat occluded one eye, giving her a mysterious air.
“I thought you didn’t care about personal appearance?” Fleabot inquisitively asked the Yo-being “At least, no when you aren’t in one of your serial-dater personalities”
“It must be a second effect. But it’s fun” Yo decided after thinking about it “oh oh. Problems to come” she wormed sensing Yerk on the corridor outside the nursery. At difference to Yerk, Yo wasn’t a telepath…even if he thought himself to be one, he couldn’t keep the contact long enough, or make sense of it. However, Yo-beings normally “sensed” each other. Opening the door, Yerk jovially walked inside.
“You know Yo, when everything finishes, I will keep rabito for myself..Although I will call him Lola” Lola in her/his language was the short for Dolores, her native name. S/He had translated it to the English because..well, what a self respected villain would call Lola himself.
“I am thinking no” Yo answered happily. She knew she didn’t stand a chance in a physical fight against Yerk. They were very similar in powers, perhaps Yo even more powerfull..but Yerk meanness would make him finally win the war. Thinking quickly in other alternatives, he suddenly decided to gamble for her friends’ lives...
“Umm…you being liking pocket?” The good Yo-being asked
