Space Rift (Kinesis Series Book Two, sequel to Fireflies)

I know this is unneeded, but special thanks to my fans and friends on WCC, who had constantly bugged me on making a new chapter. How about a new book? o3o


Chapter 1

I hadn't known the exactly time when the man came in, in a dress shirt. He was middle aged, with grumpy facial features. A bushy red mustache rested on his lip, and he slammed papers on the metal table in front of us. I looked up nervously. “Ermm....nice day we're having, huh?” I murmured. His face grew red. “Quit it, Formark! We know you set it on fire!” I looked down at the charred remains of that house, and looked up. “Mister...I didn't do anything-”
He immediately sprang up and grabbed me by the jacket, and stared into my eyes. His were dead red. Something wasn't right. “You are involved in a murder, kid. Arson is serio-”
I blinked. “You aren't the police. You're a part of-”
Too late, the guy grinned, withdrawing a gun. “Yessssss, you finally discovered my plan...” his tongue seemed to be snake like now, and his eyes were glowing, I immediately backed up. At this moment, I was scared for my life, and outstretched my hand. The time immediately slowed, and before picking the lock, I stared at the papers in the folder, thrown across the table:

SUSPECT:LOKI FORMARK
CASE:ARSON;HOUSE OF LILY FIYRE AND MARCUS FIYRE

“Turns out Marcus didn't burn down his house after all...” I whispered, and vanished.


48 HOURS EARLIER.....

Blinking at the familiar cave ceiling, I sighed and got to my feet. It was dawn, the time in which I usually hunted. Going by Leo's room, Marcus', and finally the Infirmary, where Cali died a month ago, I whistled a greeting to Nicole and burst into the open air. The birds tweeted. The oxygen flooded through my jaws as I went through my usual routine, consisting of catching squirrels and stuff with my time and space manipulations and a sharp knife. I got many kills within the hour, and hastily brought them back to Nicole, who thanked me sincerely. Nodding back, I almost was caught in a stampede from the others, in whom were starving from a night of no food. I sighed and backtracked, finding myself at the end of the table. Looking up, I remembered my last conversation with Cali, in the helicopter. It started with an icy sentence:

Why did you do it?