Page 78 of Alpha Power

"Russia?" Adele frowned. "What's he doing there?"

"Did I not just saysecretmission? It's a secret, meaning I got no clue what they're doing there."

"Uncle, uncle, look what I got you!" Zamorra grasped his hand and tried to pull him towards the stairs, but he didn't move an inch. "Uncle, come onnnnnnnn," she whined, pulling with all her might.

"I thought you would have heard at least a little something about why they're over there. I remember how much those men loved to talk." Adele smiled affectionately as she watched Zamorra try to use her body weight to get Void to move. One arm slung over her shoulder while she leaned forward, trying to get gravity to do the work for her.

"Not to me, I'm still on the outs since your escape," Void said, barely noticing Zamorra's attempts at trying to move his large body.

Zamorra let go of his arm and stomped her foot, annoyed. If he wouldn't move, she would just have to bring the present to him.

She ran up the stairs, managing to make it halfway up before she tripped and landed flat on her face. "I'm okay!" She yelled, her words muffled by the fluffy carpet and she quickly scrambled to her feet and ran to her room.

Void and Adele were deep in conversation when she returned, faces hard and bodies tense. They both gave Zamorra identical smiles, and she eyed them suspiciously.

"Why do you guys look so funny?"

"Ooo, is that for me Zo?" Void inclined his head to the crudely wrapped present in her hands.

"Yes!" Zamorra scrambled onto his lap. "Here."

Void chuckled softly, shaking his head lightly as he tore through the paper. His forehead furrowed, lifting the scrunchie in the air.

"Dontchu just love it?!" Zamorra squealed. "It's our favourite colour, see!"

"I do see," he smiled. "Thanks, Zo."

"Put it on, Void. Show her how much you like it," Adele smirked.

Void narrowed his eyes, slowly slipping the scrunchie around his wrist. It completely clashed with his black leather jacket and ripped denim jeans, which made Adele snicker.

Adele's brown eyes flicked to Zamorra in Void's lap, her lips pursed in worry. "You don't think he's in Russia looking for an Original Artefact, do you?"

Void scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Seriously? We're not kids anymore Adele. All those crazy, wacky stories mum used to read to us before bed were just that. Stories. They weren't real."

Adele frowned. "Mum might have been a bit of a nutcase, but she never lied to us."

"Yes she did. She lied every night she told us those ridiculous tales. Do you honestly think the OG's came here from another world?" He shook his head. "You need to stop watching that damn Stargazing show you like so much, that shit is frying your brain. I mean come on, a device that can transport people all around the galaxy? Lunacy."

"You can't be naive enough to think we're all the universe has to offer?"

"I can and I am."

Adele scowled and got to her feet, starting to pace the small space in her living room. Zamorra hardly paid any attention to them, finding the silver zippers on Void's leather jacket much more entertaining.

"Barnabas thinks the legends are real. He used to talk about it all the time, finding them and harnessing their power."

"Yeah well, we already knew he was completely fucking bonkers. He probably thinks unicorns are real and they shoot rainbows outta their ass and grant people crazy wishes."

"For once, can you not treat everything like a goddamn joke?!" Adele hissed, frustration dripping from her pores. It irritated her greatly how much Void played things off

"You need to relax." Void got to his feet, putting Zamorra down. He held his fist in the air for a fist bump. Her little tongue poked out the side of her mouth as she focused hard before whacking her fist into his. "Good job." He winked, turning to face Adele. "The Original Artefacts are nothing but a bunch of hocus pocus, told to kids to scare them into not arking up. 'Don't misbehave or the mysterious OG Relics will suck your soul right from your body. Ooooooo," he scoffed. "Barnabas has probably got some business or some shit in Russia and that's why he's there. It's got nothing to do with whatever ridiculous superstitions you've got going on in your head."

Adele's expression hardened. "I'm not crazy."

"Didn't say you were, fool, just that you needa get out of your damn head."

"Damn head," Zamorra repeated, smiling.

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