The rest of the scene was utter chaos, she heard him thrash about, knocking against the zoomer she had propped up to work on and knocking over kits, the various tools clattering to the floor. She held her breath, keeping her face guarded.
Things grew quiet however, and it was then she decided to check on what had happened. Everything was tossed about, and she couldn’t seem to see the boy in question. But somehow, the room was filled with an eerie tension, a cold shiver running down her spine.
The buzz of a slight spark whizzing past her ear was the only warning she had before a low, rumbling growl followed it. The creature was crouching a scant three feet to her left, void eyes seeming to suck the warmth right out of her frame. There wasn’t any apparent motion other than the eco sparks that occasionally arced across the taut frame, a slight flick of one ear as a sound was caught.
It merely watched, seemingly waiting for something.
He was mad, but…about what? All he saw before him was a messy fix-den, the girl-mechanic-friend Jak thought so fondly of cowering in front of him.
Was he mad at her?
…No. Something had happened. He never got mad at her. Frustrated, yes. Worried, often. Never angry.
So….what was it?
