Here it is, everyone! Here's the final chapter of The Real War of the Cryptids!
The world's nightmare was over. V.V. Argost was dead and all of the cryptids were in the process of being moved back to their native lands. His death was ruled an accident by the local authorities. World news led viewers to believe that Argost was not a seemingly harmless TV star, but that he had ulterior motives to make "monsters" to perform a massive terrorist attack on the entire world. It was a vague story, but the Secret Scientists were relieved because their job of hiding the existence of cryptids was made easier.
News reporters had rushed to interview everyone who had fought that day. The Secret Scientists as well as Zak had claimed to be mere citizens who were simply trying to do what was right. Doyle, on the other hand, had gladly followed Drew's suggestion to take the credit for Argost's death. He was thrilled to be in the spotlight, even though it was just for a little while.
Plans were made for Doc's funeral. Doyle took it upon himself to do most of the work as he knew that Drew had still needed to find the time to grieve.
The day of the funeral turned out to be a gray day. The dark clouds lazily drifted across the sky, occasionally allowing the sun a chance to check on the world below. All of the Secret Scientists showed up as well as many people that the Saturdays had met on their missions. Wadi and most of her village showed up as did Ulraj and many from Kumari Kandam. Many more were there, such as some of the villagers the Saturdays saved from the Owl Man, the men that were working in the woods the Allegwi inhabited, and so many more.
Zak and Drew remained mostly quiet all day. Even the Saturday cryptids were taking the loss rather hard. Towards the end of the service, Zak placed a single rose on the coffin. Doyle almost cried himself as he watched the heartbroken boy walk back and take his place next to his mother. Beeman presented Drew with Doc's Battle Glove, a weapon Doc had been given when he became a Secret Scientist. Drew accepted it with trembling hands and walked back next to Zak, clutching it against her chest.
After the service, Drew, Zak, and Doyle left with the cryptids via the airship. They could finally return home. Doyle immediately went to his on-again-off-again bedroom to catch up on his sleep. Drew sat down on the couch in the living room with a photo album and flipped through it. Zak wondered aimlessly throughout the house, unsure of what to do with himself. He realized that things would be slow going for a while as the Secret Scientists were sure to take pity on the Saturdays and not give them any missions.
As Zak passed through the living room, he noticed his mother had fallen asleep on the couch with the photo album still open at her side. She held the Battle Glove in one hand on her other side. Zak sighed and left the room. He eventually found himself in the training room where Fisk met with him.
Fisk asked Zak if he was okay and Zak answered, "I'm not sure. I guess I will be eventually, but for now, I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Mom's not going to be okay for a while, that's for sure." Fisk listened closely, with a concerned look on his face. Zak continued, "I think what I have to do right now is continue Dad's work for him, whenever we're ready, of course. Those cryptids that Argost disturbed aren't all going to find their way home."
Fisk looked at his little brother worriedly, but joined Zak as he roamed the house for a little longer before deciding to go to bed. After all, Zak's life would go by even when it felt like it was over.
So ends this short, depressing story. I want to thank you all for reading, reviewing, favoriting, following, whatever else you want to call it. To those reading this from the actual story itself, if you're interested in some one-shots/drabbles of mine, go ahead and check out The Saturday Chronicles. I'll be accepting ideas as long as I'm working on it, so feel free to submit anything to me and I'll do my best to write it! Thank you all for reading!