7 Years Later
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Miguel sighed, taking his eyes of his work. "Estare ahi!" He called as he walked to the door. The knock came again and he sighed. "I'll be right there. Have a little patience, would ya?"
Miguel opened the door, seeing a tall hooded figure. He had something like a mask on shaped, with a visor that a had a purple hue.
"Miguel Serra, right?" The figure asked with a mechanical monotone voice.
Miguel stood still for a while in shock. "Sorry, Halloween ended last year. Come back in four months."
"Miguel Serra, right?" It asked again.
"Depends. Who's asking."
"I am." another voice said.
Miguel closed his eyes as he smiled, recognizing the voice. Dr. Vott came from behind the tall figure, a bright smile on his face. Spen came from the side of the door, dressed in a sleeveless white top and black jeans.
"Look who it is! Viictor and Spen! Come on in." Miguel said, stepping aside as the two stepped in. The third figure followed suite, bending down just to enter.
"Thought you guys will be somewhere else, exploring."
"We had time, so we decided to drop by." Spen said. "See how you were doing."
"Taxes." Victor said, examining the notes on the table. "Ha! Something I don't need to worry about."
"You'd be surprised. Its a lot harder than I thought it would be."
"Where is Annabeth anyway?" Dr. Vott asked. "Last I recall, the two of you were celebrating your first born son."
"They both went out." Miguel said.
"I'm sure Mr. Jose's happy that she's in safe hands." Spen said with a grin.
"Hand, you mean." Victor said, and the two burst into laughter.
"Yeah. Haha, very funny. But this things got more quirks than you think."
"Actually, that's why we came here." Spen said, "Figured that one armed Bart needed a new pair."
"What did you do? Rob the spare parts bank? Find my other arm?"
Dr. Vott smiled, "How much do you know about technology?"
Miguel looked at Dr Vott long and hard. "Are you really mocking me?"
"What? I had to ask. I figured you were living under rock all this time, that's all. Besides, this isn't your regular run off the mill technology. This is top secret technology."
"Wow, I'm shivering in my boots." Miguel said, "Tell me more."
Dr. Vott smiled. "Xenon. Show him."
The tall figure, Xenon, removed his hood, showing a his full body.
"Oh shit!" Miguel exclaimed, standing up. Xenon walked up to him, removing a small device from his wrist. The device floated towards him and scanned his right shoulder.
"Choose your options."
"Op...options?" Miguel asked in confusion.
"Yes. Normal immovable, nanotech, extendable, even liquid."
"What are you, the king of technology?" Miguel asked.
"Well," Xenon said, you could say that. I don't know myself. Just fulfilling my purpose."
"Yeah," Dr. Vott said, "And he just lied to you."
Xenon tuned to Dr. Vott. "Shut up."
"Ok."
Xenon turned back to Miguel. "Well? I can also install a combat feature, considering your former service as an inquisitor and analyzing your fighting style, if your willing to give a demonstration that is. Or I can just look at your stance and take a rough guess...looks like you fought like a ninja. Anyway...what would you prefer?"
Miguel turned to Spen. Spen shrugged.
"Don't look at me, I didn't understand a word he said." Spen said. "I was just admiring the baby pictures of little of Graciela."
Miguel looked at Dr. Vott, who was busy admiring the taxes. "Fascinating." He said, "To think you'd actually pay for all of this. Just...fascinating."
Miguel sighed. "A normal movable arm. Maybe a little blade on the arm. Can you also make it shoot lasers from the palm or something."
"Sure." Xenon said. His chest began to open up revealing a series of machinations. Within minutes, the arm was complete. Xenon took out the arm.
"Arm for Miguel complete." Xenon said, "Now to begin reattachment process. Could you kindly remove your shirt. And also...this would hurt."
Miguel obeyed. "Don't worry. What could be more painful than losing an...SON OF A....Dammit!!!"
"Reattachment complete! Congratulations. You now have a new arm with a two year warranty. How would you rate my services? Bad or Superb." Xenon said, looming over Miguel.
"Su...superb!" Miguel said.
"Good." Xenon said with a smile.
The door opened, revealing a beautiful Annabeth and a young girl. Annabeth froze, seeing the tall figure of Xenon, who waved.
"Hola!" Xenon said.
Annabeth would have run out had she seen Spen.
"Hello Mrs. Serra," Spen said.
"Ah... Spen!" Annabeth exclaimed, regaining her composure as she hugged him. "I didn't know you were coming over."
"It was a surprise visit." Dr. Vott said, "Honestly these taxes are fascinating. I thought the taxes entailed everything."
Miguel walked over to his wife, carrying his daughter.
"Mama, papa got arm."
"Yes. Its...wonderful." Annabeth said, giving him an estranged look. Miguel smiled.
"Indeed."
Spen sat at the fountain, looking out into the horizon. The moon was gone. Just the evening sky that covered the Earth. A few people passed by, greeting him. He heard some good news and bad news. Hugh had become a trader in a neighbouring town, Jose's restaurant had boomed, Nana Giselle had passed away.
"Back here, huh?" Dr. Vott said as he approached him.
"Guess so." Spen said, "Old habits die hard."
"They sure do." Dr. Vott said, sitting down beside him. He let out a sigh of relief, looking in the direction of the school were they had fought the phantom.
"Its been 9 years, Spen. Have you finally let go?"
Spen looked at Dr. Vott and back at the moon. 9 years. 9 years since his mother's death, the destruction of his home, being taking in by Nana Gisele, meeting Hugh, meeting Miguel and Dr. Vott, all their talks, all their fights, all their laughs, their fight with the phantom.
"Yeah." Spen said, "I really have."
"Good." Dr. Vott said with a smile. "Cause if you didn't we'd be here all night and Annabeth's food will grow cold trying to get you to move on."
"Really?" Spen said, "Do you really think you could stop me from doing that?"
"Ha, you have no idea how persuasive I can be." Dr. Vott said, "No idea."
"I doubt that old man." Spen said, "Do you really think you could best me?"
"Best you. Ha. I can beat you hands down. And I already have. 5 times."
"It was 4. The last one didn't count."
"Oh. Hahaha."
"Oi! You two, you coming or what?" Miguel asked "Or should I just eat your share?"
"Oh game on!" Spen exclaimed.
"You wouldn't dare!" Dr. Vott said.
"Oh but I can!" Miguel said, "And I'm gonna eat half of it!"