(MAKE SURE YOUVE READ THE OTHER CHAPTERS BEFORE THIS ONE!! I DID CHAPTER SEVEN JUST ABOUT FIVE MINUTES AGO!!)

Chapter Eight: Tension Rising

Monica woke up feeling that something wasn’t quite right. She saw Aaron still asleep next to her. Carefully she removed herself from the bed. Aaron muttered in his sleep but Monica didn’t catch what he said.

She shunted herself off to the bathroom. Observing herself in the mirror she could just about see the small bump that had formed. She ran her fingers over it gently, feeling the love and the part of Aaron that lived inside her.

Then she ran to the toilet and threw up noisily.

***


Fizz now knew that Armstrong’s death and not been an accident, as the government had originally believed.

Nor had it been suicide, as nearly every heart broken fan had believed.

It had been murder.

What was more, it had been a carefully planned, almost undetectable murder.

It had been like the break in of Harri’s house that Georgia had just informed her of only so recently. Yet by far the most worrying and disturbing thing of all was the fact that, if anything, it had been done with greater skill than the break-in. Which meant she had to deal with a more skilled agency, ruthlessly clearing threat from their path. She could only find one group that fit the description. And it was treacherously close to home.

***

“Do I really have to tell you again? I’ve told you a million times over the past Decade My name is SHELley.”

“Sorry Le- Shelley. Old habits die hard,” Chazz sighed.

“Hey!” cried Frank, excitedly, “You two will NEVER guess what employment I’ve got now!”

“O lord, here we go again…” grumbled Gerard, but with a sparkle in his eye on anticipation.

“I’m a FIREMAN! WOO HOO!”

“Frankie!? You are NOT!”

“I am Chazz! I am! I have a uniform and everything!”

“It’s…über…sexy…” said Shelley, rolling her eyes.

“Oh yes!” said Frank, choosing to ignore the sarcasm, “I look extremely good for my age in it. And I can squirt things from my hose!”

There were a few suppressed snorts around the breakfast table at the unintentional… or intentional…innuendos.

“Well, sorry to go to soon, but I have work to get to,” said Shelley, standing up and stacking plates.

“What do you do now, Shelley?” said Gerard, rocking back on his chair.

“Management consultancy.”

“Wmph?!” spluttered Chazz, “Since when did you do that!?”

“Since I took a course a year ago. Shows how much you notice and care, Mrs Way.”

“Huh? Meh…” grunted Chazz.

***

When Mikey woke, he couldn’t see anything when he opened his eyes. He tried to scream that he was blind, but all that came out was a;

“MNNMNMNMNMNNNNMNMNMNNNNMN!”

Then he realised that this was because his eyes and mouth, indeed his whole face, was pressed into something firm, yet soft and squishy.

He eased his head up and realised it was on his partner’s chesty area.

His neck muscles gave up and his head fell back down with a thump.

“OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” Yelled Zarina, “You &*%^”%(&^|3… I give you the night of your bloody LIFE and all you can reward me with is BROKEN RIBS and PROBABLE APPENDICITIS! And look at...JUST WHAT DID YOU DO TO THAT AMAZING TOP?!”

To Mikey’s horror he would see one of Zarina’s shirts, the one she’d been wearing the previous night, lying on the floor with an odd, irregular tear down the front. A little hasty…maybe…

He decided it would be a good time to jump off Zarina and nakedly make both of them some morning coffee.

***

It was pandemonium. Torak had escaped in the night, whilst Kate had been tucked up safe in bed, dreaming of countryside weddings.

The police had been called and informed, and the sanctuary had been closed for now while they searched for the infamous escape route.

Everyone was trying to keep quiet about the escape as they didn’t want the whole of the city to be in complete chaos with everyone panicking and suing because a potentially dangerous and possibly hungry wolf was on the loose.

Kate had been called in very early that morning to assist in one of the searches, either looking for the escape route or the wolf.

She had decided to look for Torak, after all, she was the only human he trusted, and she wasn’t slightly scared like the rest of the search party.

As she wandered out of the sanctuary, she caught a glimpse of a strangely familiar figure being ushered in the side door suspiciously secretively,

But who was that person? Why was she here? And what was important enough about her for that kind of welcome?

***

It had been Harriet’s job to guard that. With her life. For her sake and his and theirs… and she had failed. She couldn’t believe herself.

She would be ruined. Found out. Poor Zach. Poor, poor innocent Zach…

If only there was some way she could free him from that mess…

***

Skandar stretched as he woke up in bed, and realized he’d prodded something with his outstretched arm. He turned his head.

Ah! It was a Zoe.

“Wazza…gaaaar…” mumbled Zoe, slowly blinking the sleep out of her eyes, “Skannnnah…oh. Skandar.”

Soon enough they were out of bed, and Skandar quickly put some boxers on before hurrying down to make coffee. Zoe slipped some more clothing on but followed him down to get back to work on Kate’s prototype.

She found pinning but bits of paper on a mannequin disturbingly enjoyable…

Skandar brought the coffee in and put it down on the flat’s coffee table. He sat down and began drinking at the same time as watching Zoe.

“It’ll be beautiful, just like Monnie’s was, and Fizz’s  and both of Harri’s and Jess’ were,” assured Skandar in a praising manner.

“Mmph,” said Zoe through a mouth full of pins.

“I wish you’d make me something to wear. It doesn’t have to be made of chain mail, I know that’s a bitch to sew,” he joked.

Zoe spat out some pins, “No, you’re right, it wouldn’t do for a married woman to be swooning over you.”

“Huh?”

“Monnie. She gets turned on by chain mail. If you love me, you will not wear any in her presence.”

“Okay, I promise. I don’t want to have two married women drooling at my feet.”

Now it was Zoe’s turn to utter the infamous, “Huh?”

“Definitely not,” continued Skandar, a cheeky grin playing around the corners of his lips, “No. Only one will do, because only one will be my wife.”

Zoe dropped the pin pot and pins sprinkled all over the floor.

“Skandar?”

Skandar had run quickly to the closet, rifled around in his coat pocket, and had returned with something held behind his back.

“Zoe…I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time…”

END OF PART ONE

What will happen next? Will Fizz discover Harri’s dark secret? Where the hell is Torak? Will Zaz ever forgive Mikey? Which organization does Fizz suspect? What does Skandar have to ask Zoe? And what the hell is Georgia up to?

Only you can find out in…

MORON SAGA: PART TWO. CHAPTER NINE.

Coming Soon.