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| Subject: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Fri Jun 25, 2010 9:37 pm | |
| CHAPTER 1- Spoiler:
The truth is lived, not taught. -Hermann Hesse "No." I huffed. "You always say that." "Because I know what'll happen if we do follow through with this. And it isn't good." "Oh, lighten up. Rules wouldn't be made if they didn't expect someone to break them." Ben rolled his eyes at me. Rolled them. Like he's my mom. "You say that all the time, as if it makes up for breaking the law." he replied, crossing his arms. I stood up, my face the picture of indignation. "Breaking the law? You wound me, sir!" I sputtered. Ben pointed to an orange sign hanging on the barbed wire fence.
I shrugged, my breath hanging in the autumn air. "Since when are you so lawful?" I dug my hands into the pockets of my jacket. A nice cotton black jacket. With a hood. And a bright red rim around the bottom. If it were anyone else, it would've looked goth. But this is me we're talking about. Ben furrowed his brow, hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans, like I did when I was perplexed. I swear, he's copying me..."I don't mind breaking the rules now and then. But this is the law. And we will end up in jail." "Might end up in jail," I corrected, standing back to judge how far I would have to back up to get a running start to jump the fence. "It's a matter of perspective." "Will end up in jail, and when our parents have to pay bond? Whoosh, there goes our allowance. There goes college." "There are always scholarships. Look on the bright side of things." I returned matter-of-factly, slowly edging back to get ready for my jump. Ben ran his fingers through his dirty blond hair with an unhappy sigh, "You're going to go anyway, aren't you?" "Don't you know me by now?" My friend glanced up at the cloudy sky. "No moon," he observed. "Why do you think I picked tonight?" I smirked, getting into that weird running stance the people in the Olympics do. It was really awkward. Ben shook his head. "I don't know why I hang out with you," he muttered. "You're a bad influence. But I'm not letting you go alone...even if it does put us in jail." I grinned. We both had a sort of power over each other. I could persuade him to go along with me on unlawful adventures, and he was good at math. So that makes it about even. I gave a running start and jumped the barbed wire, but my shoelaces caught on the prickles and pulled me to the ground, landing on my face. Somehow, I managed to do it with style. Ben laughed quietly, said something about an "epic fail" and climbed up a wooden post between lines of wire, landing perfectly beside me as I struggled to tug my shoelaces from the deathgrip the fence had on them. "Why do you never tie your shoes?" he snorted. "There's a time and place for everything," I declared, finally freeing my poor shoelaces. "Tonight is not shoelace-time." "Right. Some comeback." Ben said dryly, turning to face the barn that was the object of our trespassing. "I know you're doing this for a good cause and all, but really? This guy's insane. If he sees us, he'll shoot us." I hopped to my feet after tying my shoes carefully. "Oh, but isn't that how it always goes." I felt clumsily for the zipper on my jacket and yanked it up tight, shifting my weight between feet constantly. "Besides, you like risk. Adds a bit of challenge." "Adrenaline junkie," he accused, dropping close to the ground and creeping forward to hide behind a tree. "You say it like it's a bad thing!" I whispered, dramatically backing up against a closer tree and making random signals with my hands that I assumed spies and the military used, throwing in some whistles for good measure. "I. Don't. Know. What. That. Means! " Ben hissed in reply. "It means, let's go to the barn and not die in the process!" I fell to the ground and army-crawled through the grass until I reached the door. I heard Ben trot lightly to join me and together we slowly opened the barn door, wincing at every creak the rusty hinges made. When it was just barely open enough to slip inside, we ducked in. While I could make out a few shapes, it was pitch black. "Hey, dude, did you bring a flashlight?" I glanced at Ben's figure. "Wow, Danny, wow. Yes, I did, but you forgot?" "There's a time and place--!" "Whatever." There was the rustle of fabric and the click of a button, then a beam of blue light shot into the darkness. Ben immediately pointed it at the ground, as was instinct whenever you don't want someone to see the light. Eventually, he turned it back to our line of vision. The barn seemed strangely familiar; I could make out the shape of an old motorcycle covered in cloth. The warm-hearted scene came flashing back. "Henry, I think there's a naked man in our barn." I murmured. "What?!" Ben yelped, his voice still hushed. "Oh, calm down. X-Men Origins: Wolverine?" I snuck forward and pushed open the first stall door. Nothing but a bale of hay. A noise seemed to come from the next stall; Ben turned the light towards it. We exchanged a look. You open it. No, you. This was your idea. I'm not opening that stall, man, you must be outta your mind. Well, I'm not either! Okay, fine. Pansy. I stepped forward, and, holding my breath, leaned into the door, jumping back as it swung open. "No...way." Ben breathed, walking forward. A fat, gray-brown tabby cat looked up lazily from it's perch--a stack of perfect, crisp, untouched one hundred dollar bills. CHAPTER 2- Spoiler:
...Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. -Sherlock Holmes, A Case of Identity [Sir Arthur Conan Doyle]
"A good cause?!" I squeaked. "A brilliant cause, Ben! I knew this dude was shady, but I didn't--oh, man, I didn't think he was a counterfeiter!" Ben shook his head in bewilderment. "Danny...Danny, we should leave. We should call the police, and leave it to them. We can't get wrapped up in this kind of stuff. I don't like it more than you do, but this is Feds territory." I reached forward to pet the cat, but it leapt away and disappeared into the shadows. All I saw was the red glint of light in its eyes. "I know, Ben." I murmured, resting my chin on my hand in the classic "thinking" position, staring hard at the money. "We don't even know if he counterfeits. He could be a drug seller, or a hitman, or..." "Ben. Chill for a second." "Huh?! We come across a stall full of money because we're snooping in someone's private property and you're telling me to chill?!" Ben threw his hands in the air increduously. "Seriously. We can't think this through if we're spazzing." "I have a right to spaz!" Ben cried, covering his face with his hands as if that would make the scene go away. "Yeah, but is it getting anything done?" I snapped, hooking my thumbs in my jean pockets. Like I do when I'm perplexed. I've said these things before. Ben switched off his flashlight, and we were surrounded by the dark again. I still glared ahead of myself, making out the outline of the money. "Dan. Let's go. We can call the cops tomorrow." It was then that I decided. I grabbed one of the potato sacks and started shoveling the wads of cash inside. "Danny, what the heck are you doing?!" Ben grabbed my arm and attempted to drag me backwards. Attempted, at least. I can put on a few hundred pounds if I want to. Unmovable object meets stoppable force. I scrambled forward and continued. "I know what it looks like, but it isn't. There's no way I'm letting some wacko codger keep this money. No one gets this kind of dough from selling milk and eggs." "We've figured that much, but really? Trespassing? Stealing?" Ben massaged his temples. "I mean, are you crazy?" "Quite possibly," I replied coolly. "Now, help me." Persuasion powers, activate! Ben crouched to help scoop the money into the potato sack. "What happens when your parents find a huge bag of money in your closet, huh? What then?" he demanded. I slung the bag over my shoulder and stood up. "They won't find it." I answered confidently. "There are fire pits for a reason." Ben groaned. "How do you expect to incinerate this money without being seen, then?" he inquired, flicking on the flashlight to lead the way back outside. I followed him, cheerfully swinging the bag behind me. "The river, then. I'll drown the money." "Drown the money." Ben's tone was sarcastic. "Yeah, you know, like what you do to the people who...get in your way." I put on my best smile as we crossed the grass and climbed the barbed wire fence. This time, my shoelaces were no problem. The farm was right outside of his neighborhood, so we turned our seperate ways at an intersection. "Danny?" Ben had stopped and was facing my direction. "Yup?" I whirled around. "Be careful. With the money." Ben's face was hard, then his expression lightened. "I, uh, don't want to see you on America's Most Wanted anytime soon." "Right," I nodded, and made a mock salute. "Godspeed, Ben!" Ben raised his hand in a wave, and I kept walking down the street where I came from. After I passed a corner and Ben disappeared from sight, I fell to the grass, my breath coming in shuddering gasps. I hardly ever let anyone see what I was feeling, so I'd hidden my true emotions from Ben back there. I was terrified. Oh, be honest. Wouldn't you, if you had gone with your best friend onto someone else's property, found possibly forged bills, and you were stupid enough to take them? "Trouble. Big, big trouble." I whispered. It was like crashing after an energy drink. Your senses are alert, you're invincible, you're superhuman...and then you feel worse than before. Yeah, I seemed to have a knack for getting in over my head.
CHAPTER 3- Spoiler:
Like all valuable commodities, truth is often counterfeited. -James Cardinal Gibbons
My phone hummed and buzzed. Like some kind of virtual vuvuzela. Yeesh. Not opening my eyes to check caller i.d., I flipped my cell open and pressed it to my face. "Y'ello?" "Dan?" "Yo." "Hey. Please tell me you drowned the money." My heart skipped a beat as I sat up in my bed and looked at the potato sack and its contents. "Yeah...yeah, I drowned the money." I murmured, staring at the doomed treasure. "Good. Because that old dude--said his name was Eric Lensherr--came banging on our door this morning asking if anyone had seen somebody on his land last night. His face was all red and stuff." "Well, isn't he charming." "Yup. Well, my parents keep talking about it, but they said you could come over." "Come over!" I laughed. "Ben, do you have any idea what time it is?" "It's 12:40, Dan." I rolled over and looked at my digital clock. It said, 12:41. Ha! He was wrong. "It's 12:41," I announced smugly. "Yes, it is, would you like to come over?" Ben persisted. "My internal clock says it's only 6:28, though." I went on, kicking off my bed sheets and nearly stepping on my dog, Baskerville. We had a barter system of sorts. He gets to sleep on his dog bed in my room, but he can't mind when I talk or move around in my sleep. "My internal clock says it's 12:42, now. Would you like to come over?" If I had to give Ben anything, it was patience. I yawned, "Yeah, sure. I'll walk over to your place. Give me at least thirty minutes to get ready." "Okay. See ya." "Laters." I pressed the 'end' button with my thumb and tossed my phone behind me. It clattered somewhere, and by the sound of it, too close to Baskerville. He got to his giant destructive Irish Wolfhound paws and walked over to me, then proceeded to burn my hand with his acid slobber of carnage. I picked my clothes and left the room for a shower. Hopefully, Baskerville wouldn't maul anything in my room while I was gone. My hair spiky and wet, I returned to my room, located my phone (good news is it didn't land on Baskerville. Otherwise he would've ripped me to shreds with his fangs of death.) and headed out, making sure my parents knew where I was. Of course, I hid the potato sack under my bed so no one would walk in and find it. I'm not stupid. Only Baskerville knew. And he'd rather kill someone than tell them my secret. We're tight like that. After five minutes, I was at the edge of Ben's neighborhood. I stopped, really out of gut instinct, to look at the farm. I could see the little old guy pacing back and forth. Strangely enough, there was a shiny new car in the driveway, along with the familiar faded truck. "Is that a Hyundai?" I whispered to myself, walking slowly along the barbed wire fence. My shoes were tied. Why would an old man buy a Hyundai? I mean, he doesn't make much money. Why else would he resort to counterfeiting, stealing from a bank, selling drugs, assassinating, etcetera if he didn't need money? There had to be someone in there with him. I saw the silhouette of the old dude--No, Ben said he was Eric Lensherr, right?--Eric Lensherr was pacing back and forth in front of a window. If it wasn't so weird, I might've smirked. What? I mean, I stole his devil-money, and it serves him right. Justice wins again. Eventually I decided to get out of there before I looked like a creeper, and headed to Ben's house. "To Otter's house I go...to Otter's house I go...hi, ho, the dario, to Otter's house I go." I sang brightly, and was about to skip and break out in some seriously dangerous moves, but then Ben came running. And guys don't dance in front of each other unless we're at an actual school dance. Because that's just awkward. "Are you calling me Otter now? For serially?" Ben raised an eyebrow. "Well, you can always call me Socky, if it suits you." I shrugged. A sudden fall breeze swept through and Ben shivered. "C'mon, it's cold outside." "What?" I was in a t-shirt and jeans. Which was basically what I wore every day, if I didn't have a jacket. Don't you judge me. "Wuss. It's perfect." "It's freezing." "Okay, okay." Under my breath, I added another "wuss".
CHAPTER 4- Spoiler:
Trouble brings experience, and experience brings wisdom. Therefore, trouble is good. -Socky
Do you ever get that horrible backlash feeling when you lie? Oh, it's fine when you're in the process, in fact, you're relieved that the victim believes you. But afterwards you feel terrible--they trusted you and you took advantage of it. Well, that's how I felt now. Ben handed me a cookie and can of Dr. Pepper. As we munched on the chocolate chips, he related to me as much of the story as he could. "He said, 'I saw a man--maybe a woman--sneak into my barn last night. I think they made off with something important of mine. Did you see anyone?' and my dad said, 'Nope, and our kids were here all night.' Which is a lie, by the way. I walked away knowing that my parents believed a lie...anyways, he says, 'Well, if you hear anything, let me know.' and then he walked away." I laughed. "He was lying." I tipped my head back to drink the fizzy soda. Ben took another bite of his cookie. "How do you know?" I put down the can. "Elementary. You know my methods, Watson." Ben stared at me dully, with his 'Stop playing and tell me.' look. I finished my cookie. "Well, for one think, he mistook us for women. And he said he saw only one of us. When we weren't right together, we made sure we weren't visible from any part of the house. So he's lying." "What if he saw both of us next to each other and thought it was a really, really fat lady?" "Gus, don't be a myopic chihuahua." "What?" I took another drink of my soda. "Come on. Psych? You need to watch TV more. Point is, don't be so dumb." "You're dumb." "Your face is dumb!" A pause. "But seriously, an old guy--albeit, with failing eyesight--mistaking two buff teen guy people for some fat lady stealing his money? Really?" Ben shrugged, "It could happen." "No way." I wiped my mouth on my shirt sleeve. What? Don't pretend you don't do that too. Ben put down his Dr. Pepper and sighed, propping his head up with his hand. "Foodlebiscuits, Dan." he said at last. "It's, like, eating me alive. All this lying. All this trouble we're getting into." I lifted my own can and tilted it towards him slightly in the universal Soda Can Props manner. "Trouble, my friend, brings experience..." "Trouble is a domino," Ben replied before I could finish my awesome quip, sitting back in his chair to cross his arms like he did so often. "It just destroys a whole lot more if you touch it." "More like a puppy," I countered quietly. "When Baskerville was a puppy, he killed a man. He still keeps the skull as a trophy." Ben giggled. There was no other word for it. "But you drowned the money, right?" I smirked, "So you agree with me. You can drown money." "You drowned it, right?" he repeated firmly. "Yeah." My answer was quick and nonchalant, as was my tone whenever I lied. Because that's how I act usually, and when you lie, you have to...whatever. You know what I mean. "Alright, then. You wanna take a walk? We can stop by the ice cream place." Ben was blessed to have a Maggie Moo's right by his neighborhood. I held back a burp. "More food! This is good." I agreed gladly, and cracked my can. With my bare hand. Because I am strong. "Let's go then, girlfriend." Ben grabbed a blue jacket, zipped it up, and opened the door for me like a gentleman. "Ladies first." "Ohohoho!" I batted my eyelashes. "Thank you, sir!" He slammed the door behind us and we walked down the driveway to the street. We chatted like schoolgirls until we passed the farm, suddenly becoming quiet. The Hyundai was gone. "Hey, buddy, I saw a new car in Eric Whatshisface's driveway. Really fancy." Ben raised his eyebrows. "Really? Was it his?" I shook my head, "No, I think it was someone else's." There was no sidewalk or bike path, so we walked on the edge of the street, Ben occasionally balancing on the curb. "Car," he called, and we both stopped to get on the grass and out of the car's way. I froze in my tracks. It was a dark blue, shiny Hyundai. The windows were tinted; I couldn't see a face. Suddenly, the car swerved and zoomed straight for us. "Uh, Ben...!" I pushed him forward hurriedly. We both ran for it, but I could hear the car closing in on us. We turned sharp corners and zig-zagged, sprinting faster than we ever had in our lives. "Dan!" Ben shouted as he turned around to get a look at the car. "Watch out!" ...Ow. If you've ever been hit by a car, it's not fun. At all. Trust me. As the bumper hit me, I flew up in the air and landed on the back window. I tumbled off and landed in the grass, motionless. I heard Ben yelling, and the vroom of the car seemed to fade away. Then, two hands roughly flipping me on my back. I opened my eyes to see Ben crouched over me. "Hey..." I said weakly, spitting out grass. "Are you okay?!" Ben grabbed me by my shoulders and yanked me to my feet. "I was the victim of a hit and run, Ben, how do you think I'm feeling?" I coughed, bending over, hands on my knees. You know, the standard I'm-about-to-throw-up stance. Well, there's one thing going for me: somebody just tried to kill me.
CHAPTER 5- Spoiler:
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. -T.S. Eliot
"Is anything broken?" Ben picked up my arm and started shaking it. "Don't touch me, man, who raised you?" I snatched back my appendage and pressed my other hand to my shoulder. "Nope, I'm good." "Are you sure?" "Dude. My parents are doctors. I think I'm good." "We need to tell the police." Ben insisted. I stood up and groaned. "I think we're too far in the rabbit hole now, Ben." "Dan. Get out your phone." "You know, I could really go for an ice cream right now, seeing as I was nearly killed." Ben then used his mysterious powers of care and compassion to convince me calling the police was the right thing to do. Just kidding, he slapped me until I whimpered, pushed me down, grabbed my phone and started to dial. "Hey!" I shouted, tackling him. He dropped my cell in the grass and I desperately seized it. "Ha!" I cried. "See! I am the victor." Ben sat up. "Danny, just call. The. Police." he seethed as he brushed the dead grass off himself. "No. Don't wanna." I refused, putting my hands on my hips and lifting my nose like a preppy cheerleader. This was my personal brand of insolence. "Danny, call them, or you relinquish the right to complain about being hit!" That was a pretty powerful right. I opened one eye. "But I am not that easily swayed!" I announced, putting my phone in my pocket. "Now, we need to think. Why would someone try to kill me?" Ben shot daggers at me with his eyes. "I can think of ten good reasons right now." "It's incredibly unlikely it was Eric Lensherr..." I continued, not paying attention to Ben. "One, you're amazingly stubborn." "And it was the other guy's car..." "Two, you have no sense of teamwork." "But then who is that guy?" "Three, you're secretive and defensive." "Maybe some secret agent. Mafia? Meh, they went out a long time ago..." "Four, you don't listen when I'm talking to you." "Don't be ridiculous, Ben, I pay attention. Secret agent? Maybe. Probably for some sort of gang, though. I mean, have you seen Gangland?" That shut him up. Heh. I spun on my heel and paced back and forth, staring at the ground, thumbs hooked in my pockets. I do that when...oh, you know the drill. Looking up, I saw a limo. "Hey, rich people, 12:00!" I told Ben, pointing at our, well, 12:00. The limo pulled up right by our curb and the driver jumped out, running to open the door for someone else. Ben's jaw dropped. A tall girl, with green eyes and slightly wavy dark brown hair stepped out, putting on sunglasses. She was wearing a black turtleneck and jeans, and she was obviously close to our age. "You two. Limo. Now."
CHAPTER 6- Spoiler:
Mystery is at the heart of creativity. That, and surprise. -Julia Cameron
Let me start by saying I put up with him. I really do. I don't know why I put up with him, but I put up with him, and that's the only reason we're in this mess. Don't get me wrong, I like a good adventure. I'm not some old cornball who thinks a good time is playing Sudoku and living a sheltered life all day. No, I'm pretty kick-butt. But Danny? He's just insane. I'm patient because God calls us to love Him. And, to love Him, I've gotta love His creations too. Somehow, Danny falls under that umbrella. So I put up with him, yes. I knowingly let him drag me into trouble--like I said, not that I mind an adventure--despite the fact that he isn't trustworthy when it comes to stuff like that. Want an example? "No, no, this is a great idea!" Danny said, throwing the match into my family's fire pit. "I mean, school's done, we have no use for homework. This is gonna be awesome!" I gathered up my papers and workbooks suspiciously. "Shouldn't we ask my parents?" "Don't be silly. Who do you trust: your parents, or your pyromaniac friend?" "Is that a rhetorical question?" I leaned forward to inspect the flames that leapt up from the tinder. "Now, just drop everything on the fire. See what happens." Five minutes later, I was grabbing a water hose and showering Danny to put out the fire on his baseball cap and shoelaces. He never seemed to tie them. "I knew it wasn't a good idea," I sighed, putting out the fire and gazing unhappily at the sticky ashen goop. "But it was fun!" Dan took off his smoking cap and tipped it to me as if he was a gentleman. Ha! I kid myself. Now you know what I mean. So, you can understand I have to be a little wary whenever he does something. I thought I was pretty weird, but he's immature and unpredictable. It's like he's a toddler! For crying out loud. Dan, of course, immediately stepped forward to get in the limo. I grabbed his arm, gave it a twist, and at his yelp, held him back. "Ow! I swear, that's where the windshield wipers hit me!" "You lost your right to complain." "Oh, yeah." I turned to the girl, who tapped her foot expectantly. "So you want us to just drop everything and get in the car?" I demanded. Dan went limp in my grip, so I let go. He immediately dropped to the ground, dead weight. She put her hands on her hips. Prima donna. "You have to trust me," she answered. "This is for your own good. Unless you want to get nailed by car too?" I glanced down at Danny, who hadn't bothered to get up, and had rolled over on his back to stare at the sky. He mumbled something about fruit loops. "No. I do not want to end up like him." "Then pick up your friend and let's go." I bit my lip and looked at Dan. Decision-making, I always thought, was not one of my good points. I was terribly curious to see where this mystery would lead us, but I had a life too. I had no idea how long this was going to take. Impulsively, I put out my hand to my brother-in-arms. He weakly lifted his own hand up, and I tugged him back up. He stumbled, and for a second it looked as if he was going to fall down again. I caught him by his shoulders and heaved him upright. "Wimp," I growled. The girl stood aside, allowing me to slap some sense into Danny until he relented and lazily climbed in the limo himself. I followed and clicked my seat belt. The girl slid in the seat next to mine--uncomfortably close, might I add; I still didn't trust her. The driver closed the door behind her and I saw him plop back in his seat, several rows up. The girl took off her sunglasses, folded them, and jammed them in her pocket as she put on her seat belt with her other hand. She turned her head, then blinked at Dan, who was slumped against the window on his side, looking utterly pathetic. "You might want to buckle up." she advised. Dan gave her his no-nonsense look. Ironically, I thought it looked funny. He stretched in the leather seat and snorted. "Miss, I think you underestimate me. I--" The limo started and we were off like a flash of lightning.
CHAPTER 7- Spoiler:
Some there be that shadows kiss; Such have but a shadow's bliss. -The Merchant of Venice (Arragon at II, IX) [William Shakespeare]
The speed of the ride pressed Dan and I against the backs of our seats. You think it's funny when characters in a cartoon are going high-speed and their eyes are streaming and their faces are flopping everywhere? Yeah, not funny for us. At some point, I know Danny gave me a hug, squealed, "I don't wanna die!" and buried his face in my shoulder as we both screamed into the face of rocket-powered oblivion. But then, I could be wrong. It was almost like Space Mountain. We eventually slowed to a stop in our rollercoaster car. The chauffeur opened the door, and the girl beside me folded up the newspaper she'd been reading, unbuckled her seatbelt, and exited the limo as if nothing had happened. I fumbled with the buckle, but finally freed myself and stumbled out of the door. When I turned around, Dan was huddled in his seat, clutching at the sleek black leather. "Dan, c'mon, get out." Danny threw up on the floor of the limo. He wiped his face with his sleeve again and burst out of the door. As the chauffeur closed the door and returned to his own seat, driving away, Dan fell to his knees and rubbed his cheek on the rough concrete floor lovingly. "Oh, solid ground, I'll never take you for granted again!" he cooed. I kicked him in the ribs. The girl smirked at us. "You two are the jokers they wanted me to pick up? Impossible." Dan stood up and brushed his hands off on his jeans. "Hey, we're--trash can. I need a trash can." The girl groaned and pointed to a can on the other side of the parking garage we'd arrived in. Danny made a run for it. One gagging sound later, my friend had rejoined us, his already messy hair looking more mussed up and his face an unusual shade of green. "I'm okay," he choked, glancing at the sleeve of his shirt that was damp with his drool. Gross. The girl tucked a lock of dark brown hair behind her ear and made an impatient huffing noise. "Alright, you clowns, as much as I appreciate you keeping me entertained, we've got to get going. The rest of my team is probably wondering where I am." "So, you're our nanny now!" Danny just had to open his big mouth. "Girl, please." He did a z-snap. This day just kept getting better and better. Note the sarcasm. "You don't come into our house and tell us what to do!" It was becoming more and more likely that he'd somehow received a concussion. The girl rolled her eyes and dug around in her pocket, pulling out something bright, red, and shiny. It was a Swiss Army knife. "You and your Swiss cheese!" Dan cried, lunging forward. I literally had to hold him back. "What is wrong with you?!" I hissed, forced to put him in a headlock. While he could give me a run for my money, I was bigger than him. And that has its advantages. Dan finally gave up struggling, and I smiled falsely at the girl. "Sorry, go on," I encouraged her with a sickly-sweet voice. "I will use this." she snapped, and put the knife away. I breathed a sigh of relief. She turned around and beckoned with her hand for us to follow her. I'm sorry, what? I was almost positive, now, that we were at least a year older than her! "My name's Rebecca," she said briskly. "I'm in a spy agency with several other agents. You two got into some serious trouble with an enemy of ours, and we're taking you into custody until it dies down." Dan laughed. "I don't need a bodyguard." I gave him a withering look. " 'Vroom, vroom'?" He shrugged, "It ambushed me, okay? Attacking from behind: not cool." Rebecca suddenly turned around and slapped Danny. "I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship," I grinned at her. "But what about life-stuff? Parents? School?" She waved her hand dismissively. "All taken care of." "May I be so bold as to ask the lady how, exactly?" Danny again. It took all my self-control to restrain from taking Rebecca's knife and killing him right there. Rebecca turned only halfway around to fix him in an icy death-glare, then kept walking. There was his answer. We came to an elevator. Rebecca punched a few numbers in the keybad by the doors and it opened. We all stepped inside, and I couldn't help but notice how Danny shrank away from Rebecca and uneasily leaned against the wall. He doesn't think that I notice these things, but I do. Whenever he's agitated, insecure...he erases any trace of emotion and leans against something. The ride was in complete uncomfortable silence, and I started whistling a tune to brighten the mood. I don't think it worked. The doors opened, and Rebecca stepped out. I followed closely, and Dan reluctantly backed me up. "Welcome to spy headquarters." She led the way into the room as Dan and I stood back, gazing around in wonder. Finally, Danny, the ever-eloquent, spoke. "What on Earth?!"
CHAPTER 8- Spoiler:
Through humor, you can soften some of the worst blows that life delivers. And once you find laughter, no matter how painful your situation might be, you can survive it. -Bill Cosby
I'm the designated goofball. Whenever there's tension or trouble, I lighten the mood with a joke or even just a silly face. You'd be surprised at what makes people laugh. If I stopped being funny now, that means the bad guys win. That means they broke me. And that means everything in the past twenty-four hours was for nothing, trespassing, stealing, lying, getting hit by a car--nothing. And so I will make the funny faces, and I will joke about people, and I will act as if I take everything with a grain of salt. It's my job to keep spirits up, and I'll die before I let anyone down. And so I smirk in the face of danger. I gave the room an obvious once-over with an approving whistle. "I love what you've done the place!" I walked around slowly, inspecting each touch-screen monitor implanted in the wall, each retina-scanner and hand-print analyzer. It was worth the glares from Ben to keep up my good work. He was taking this seriously and showing it. Like I said, no one ever sees what I'm really feeling if I can help it. He's a competent guy--incredibly smart, funny, and tactful--but even he doesn't know what I'm thinking, for as long as we've known each other. A boy with shaggy black hair and green eyes to match Rebecca's looked up from a laptop. Another girl, possibly younger, was doodling idly on a notepad. She had dark brown hair and eyes of the same color, with an almost sympathetic look in them. She looked up, too, and smiled at us. I did my classic sparklefingers wave before Ben jabbed me in the ribs with his elbow. Yeesh, lighten up! I stuck my tongue out at Ben before selecting my chair and plopping down. I rolled backwards a little (it was a swivel chair), but scooted it close to the table again and propped my feet on the table. The girl with the brown eyes frowned at us, looking up at Rebecca. Rebecca gave her a helpless shrug before sitting next to the boy. Ben sighed and sat a chair away from me. Which hurt, by the way. We always tried to sit together, be it in English class or at a concert. Okay, so he's pretty mad at me now. Whatever spats we had, I was usually the one who got moody and would pout at him. The roles had been reversed. Now another boy came into the room with a plate of nachos. He had spiky reddish hair and a light blue shirt with some sort of Japanese symbol on it. Otaku. He grinned at us, before hopping into a chair and swiveling in circles as he om nom nommed nachos. After him, a girl with lighter brown hair came through the doorway, dropping boxing gloves on the floor as she chose her seat next to the girl with brown eyes. Rebecca and the new girl each took out laptops. This was weird. "So, are we going to talk about this, or do I have a right to be silent?" I decided to break the ice. No one answered me. I took out my cell phone and pulled up my photos. "This is my dog Baskerville," I said loudly, displaying the photo of Baskerville sleeping. "He will kill you if you call him cute, because he is fierce. His doggy bed is stuffed with bones and sewn with the fur and hair of his victims. He's pretty boss, actually." The light brown-haired girl gave me an Are you kidding? look from her laptop. I leaned over to Rebecca. "You guys don't talk much, do you?" I asked. She turned her laptop away from me. "Whatcha doin'?" I tried to look at the screen, but she shot me a glare that would make the Godfather cry. After typing in a few more words, she returned, "...It's a website we're all on." "What is it? Maybe I'm on it. I can say, 'poke' and then you can say 'poke' back." "You wouldn't know." I sat back in my chair, frowning at her and crossing my arms. "You don't know that." "I'm 99% sure." "That leaves 1%." She rolled her eyes and pushed her laptop towards me so I could see. I froze. The all-too-familiar layout, the announcements, the members list... "Well," I laughed. "This is certainly awkward."
CHAPTER 9- Spoiler:
I despise evil because it's in everyone's nature. It doesn't require any imagination. -Socky
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I shouted, throwing my hands in the air. "I should've known better than to let an old coot like you keep the money!" The idiot twiddled his thumbs. "I'll make it up," he rasped. "I'll find the kids and get the money back, cent for cent." "No, it's too late for that." I snarled. "That miserable unsactioned agency of children already came to their rescue. If we're going to get that money back, we need to draw the agency out itself." He stared at the red checkered tablecloth, fiddling with an unravelled line of thread. "How're we going to do that?" His beady little eyes looked up at me greedily. "Not we. Me." I reached into my trenchcoat. He jumped out of his chair with surprising energy for an old man. "No! No! I won't mess up again! I swear!" I cocked the gun with my thumb under my coat. His eyes were huge with terror. "No! I won't say anything! No mistakes!" He threw his hands up in front of his body. As if that would stop a bullet. I pulled the gun out. "Sorry," I sneered. "The FBI might take pity on you, but once my splinter group has made its own funds, we'll have no use for you or any other dirty, sniveling cowards." His knees shook and he stepped backwards, the thin white beard almost bristling up by itself. "And it just turns out that I found another man. Younger, smarter. He'll get the job done right." I pointed the gun at the old man, who quivered. "I don't need your services anymore, Eric." BLAM! I closed my eyes. By taking that money, I had signed Eric Lensherr's death warrant. I was overcome by a sudden surge of anger. How dare he take a human life! Eye for an eye. I thought grimly, vowing to avenge Eric, even if he was a bad guy. Ben looked over at me in horror, but I wiped any expression on my face and leaned against the wall. Ben narrowed his eyes, then turned back, where the tall blonde lady (she said her name was Lisa or something) pointed to a paused frame of the clip she'd just shown us. "That," she repositioned her rectangular glasses. "is the man we're dealing with. As he said in the clip, he's forming a splinter group from the FBI, where he works. He needed the late Mr. Lensherr for financial reasons. What we now need to find out is who is the new financer. Annabelle?" The girl with the brown hair and eyes stood up, taking the Lisa lady's place. She cleared her throat and began, "Obviously, we can' t just ask the FBI who they think is behind this. We also don't have access to their files, so there's no way of knowing anything about any members. Lauren, Rebecca and I will be working on hacking the FBI's encryptions to get their roster, but it'll take a long time--both to break in and match the suspect to one person on a list of hundreds." She nodded to the rest, and sat down. The black-haired boy went up. "Subs and I are working on tracing the car," he said. "We don't know the license plate number, but since he's rigged his with a police car engine, it leaves a distinct trail. We're trying to find the serial number and follow that back to the dealership." So many technical words. It hurt my brain. "Excuse me!" I raised my hand. "Since I pointed out that we all know each other from RPC, how about Otter and I do something too?" Lauren twisted around in her seat. "No way, Socky!" she laughed. "We have training. You have broken bones." "Nothing's broken, buttclown!" I shouted angrily. "That reminds me," Lisa lady stood up. "Mr. McGavok, please come with me." I glared at her suspiciously. "Why...?" "For your x-ray." "I already checked. I'm fine." She raised her eyebrows. "We're aware that your parents are doctors, Mr. McGavok, but with all due respect, you didn't go to medical school, did you?" I opened my mouth to reply, then shut it. The woman had a point. I glanced at Otter before following her down a long hallway. She opened a door and held it open for me. I plopped down on the ottoman. Have you ever noticed how doctors keep, like, potty paper on top of it? Dude? N to the o. As if going to the doctor wasn't uncomfortable enough. A few men bustled in and wrapped me in a lead vest. They slid the X-ray machine in front of me, clicked something, and in an instant it was done. Some lead apparel later, it was all done, and they were holding the pictures in front of a light. They nodded and murmured and frowned. Did that mean it was good or bad? With doctors, you never knew. One wearing glasses took me up to look at the pictures. He pointed with a gloved finger. "See, here's your ribs. One's cracked, so take it easy. And now your wrist...? Your wrist is messed up, plain and simple. We'll bandage you up and send you on your way, but be careful. Very careful." I looked at my stomach. There was a cracked rib in there? No way. It didn't feel like it. Then I looked at my right wrist. I guess it appeared kinda funny. It hadn't felt normal since I was hit, but I hadn't thought about it until now. "Ouch." I mumbled. The man guided me back to the potty paper-topped ottoman again. The doctors left the room for a moment. When they returned, they were carrying medical tape, some thin pieces of metal, and a bucket of glue. This couldn't be good. ... I returned to the first room walking stiffly. I had some bandaging around my ribs, and a thin cast with a metal frame on my wrist. I wriggled my fingers and took my place by Ben's side. "Nothing was broken?" Ben snickered. "Shut it." I growled. Subs (I'd learned he had a real name, but everyone ignored that and called him Subs) stood up from his chair and pointed at us. "What about Sock and Ot, though?" he said. "Maybe they could help us." Rebecca shook her head instantly. "No! And that's final. Are we agreed?" Anna, Lauren, Jay, and even Subs, now, nodded. Their mistake was in thinking I was just going to sit around patiently.
CHAPTER 10- Spoiler:
Everybody has talent, it's just a matter of moving around until you've discovered what it is. -George Lucas
Dan and I can be pretty mischievious if we want to. I mean, he regularily climbs out his window, balances on the sill, and jumps onto a tree branch just outside of his room. Did I mention it's the flimsiest tree limb I've ever seen? He demonstrated the last time I came over to his house. So he can escape from his house literally whenever he wants to. And he watched spy movies a lot when we were younger. It helps to pick up skill. The adults threw us in a holding cell. Like we're prisoners. Jay, the black-haired boy, tapped numbers into the keypad. Dan pressed his face to the window. "Jay? Hello? Fellow member? Come onnnn!" Jay grinned and rolled his eyes, walking away. As soon as I heard the door shut, the agents on their way to find the bad guy, I got to work. Danny was picking at his cast. "What're you doing?" I scraped desperately at the plastic wall. "Keys," I held my hand out. Dan frowned. "But we were gonna use the car--" "Keys." "Okay, okay," he grumbled, pulling car keys out of his pocket. I told him to steal them from Ms. Lisa, and he'd readily agreed. Ms. Lisa and her stiff, blonde hair annoyed him. He, of course, thought it was our escape route. But I knew he could find us another method of transportation. What? I'm smart. Dan is too, but he uses his head for things like cooking the ultimate slice of bacon, or picking locks, or fighting. Literally. He's a smart fighter, but he isn't afraid to headbutt someone. Now I used the keys to pry open the plastic panel. "Take a gander at this," I jabbed my thumb at the inside of the wall I'd just uncovered. Dan snorted, "No one says, 'take a gander' anymore, Ben. Get with the times." Even so, he leaned forward to look at the network of red and green wires entangled with each other. "Cut the blue wire," he told me confidently, sitting back. I sighed. "There is no blue wire, Danny. Can you remember what numbers Jay put in?" The keypad wasn't facing it, but Dan had the chance to glance at it as we were led inside our cell. He would've recognized which keys Jay had punched in. He closed his eyes to concentrate. "Five...eleven. Two, zero, ten." he murmured as I pulled on the corresponding wires. "And we're out." I smiled and gently pushed open the door. Dan jumped to his feet and checked to make sure there wasn't anyone in the hallway. "Have I ever told you I love you?" "Once or twice." "I love you." "I like you as a friend." Dan took a barrel roll across the hallway and stuck himself close to the wall, sliding along it carefully. "Melodramatic," I muttered, following suit anyway. We arrived in the main room with the table and swivel chairs. There was the door we had entered the building in on the right. Dan headed for it immediately, and held it open. "Ladies first," he grinned. "My hero!" I batted my eyelashes like he had just when we had left my house. It seemed like it had been days since we were eating cookies and Dan had called me a myopic chihuahua. Dan closed the door behind us and hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans. He does that when he's perplexed. "So, how are we going to get out of here?" "I'm way ahead of you," I pointed to a red convertible. Whoever thought to leave that car in a parking garage with an agency of kids was nuts. "You remember how to hot-wire?" Dan started towards the car with a smirk. "I think I can manage."
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QUESTIONS: (submit yours today, and get a free shamwow! :D)
Q: Socky, how long are we going to have to put up with your mediocrity? A: Well, I don't know how many chapters this is going to be or even how it will end, so there's no telling. But the chapters are pretty short.
Q: Socky, what's up with you and Otter being the only characters? A: Oh, we'll meet some new friends soon, you can be sure of it. And let's just say it follows the same general themes of Computer Friends and iAgents...
Q: Okay, really? Chapter 4? You're seriously blowing out the proportion of funny. A: Nope, Otter and I have conversations like that every day, not even kidding. Be jealous. (And yes, he does say 'foodlebiscuits'. A lot.)
Q: Why is everyone calling me Ben now? o-o Submitted by Otter A: Because I like it better than your real name.
Q: Chapter 6: Burning homework? What? A: Yes, Otter and I actually did that this year. Very fun. And I'm proud to say it was my idea, AND that I didn't get anyone killed this time! Points for me!
Q: So. Maggie Moo's. RANDOM. A: I was thinking about how tops it would be if Otter had an ice cream shop near his house. Also, it was the spawn of a conversation you can likely find in the quotes thread, where Otter tried to get his parents to take us out for ice cream when we were at someone else's house. XD
Q: What's up with the police car engine thing? A: Police cars are specially built; their engines run faster than the cars we drive around in. How anyone could every get away from a cop in a car chase beats me, but that's how it is.
Q: Why is Subs just Subs? Doesn't he have a name? A: I don't know Subs's real name. XD He said it would just weird everyone out, so I said that everyone calls him Subs despite his name. =)
Q: Wait...so how were they able to escape from the cell? Me no gets it. A: They couldn't see the numbers on the keypad as Jay locked 'em in, but Dan saw where he tapped the numbers...does that make sense? He recognized where they were on the keypad, and told Ben so he could mess with the wires.
Q: Why didn't they just use the keys Dan stole to get in the car? A: Because Ben bent them when he opened up the wall to get to the wiring. They wouldn't have been able to get in the car.
Q: Hot-wire? Huh? A: (This is just in case you people don't watch TV and have no idea what it is. XD) Hot-wiring is when you start a car engine without a key by "bypassing the ignition interlock", as Google Define says. XD Basically, if you don't have the keys to the car, you mess with the wiring to get it started. It's almost a guarantee if a criminal wants a car, they'll hot-wire it.
Q: What's up with your fight with Otter? A: I can safely say that was COMPLETELY fictional. :D We've had "spats", but never so severe and crazy. So it was actually funny to write, out of the absurdity of it all.
Q: What did Anna mean by saying the car came from the garage, therefore it was chipped? Like, whaaa? A: What she means (a.k.a. what I intended to imply) was that since it was in the garage, it was an employee's car. All of the employees for big secret agencies like that have to go through a big scan. I'd imagine that in an incredibly secure agency like the RPC one, they'd also place chips on everyone's car to know where it is at all times. Because they're weird.
Q: So, Socky, you enjoy your artillery, eh? A: Yes. Yes I do.
Q: What?! You end the story here?! A: I thought it'd be neat to start another story with the issues unresolved. And then I can pile more and more troubles on the protagonists. >:D
Q: So there's a sequel. A: Yuppers.
REFERENCES:
Chapter 1: "Henry, I think there's a naked man in our barn." I murmured. A reference to X-Men Origins: Wolverine, in which the title hero has just escaped from a bad place and takes refuge in a barn. Naked. The residents of the farm see him as he runs across the field, and the elderly wife says the line. Her husband replies, "Yup."
Chapter 2: No specific referencing, but it does take heavy influence from shows like White Collar.
Chapter 3: "...Because that old dude--said his name was Eric Lensherr--came banging on our door this morning asking if anyone had seen somebody on his land last night..." A nice lil shout-out to X-Men villain Magneto, whose name is Eric Lensherr. "My internal clock says it's only 6:28, though." I went on, kicking off my bed sheets and nearly stepping on my dog, Baskerville. A Sherlock Holmes ref; ever heard of The Hound of the Baskervilles? Which is why I keep claiming he's vicious. XD
Chapter 4: I put down the can. "Elementary. You know my methods, Watson." If you don't recognize it, I'm afraid you're stupid. Please refrain from existing. "Gus, don't be a myopic chihuahua." From Psych (see avatar). The main character, Shawn Spencer, uses his powers of awesomeness observation to pass himself off as a psychic to work for the police. Whenever his best friend and partner Gus questions him or voices complaint, Shawn says, "Gus, don't be __________." Sometimes Gus is 'an incorrigible eskimo pie with a caramel rivet', other times he's 'exactly half of an 11 pound black forest ham'. It's awesome.
Chapter 5: "Don't be ridiculous, Ben, I pay attention. Secret agent? Maybe. Probably for some sort of gang, though. I mean, have you seen Gangland?" I'm referring to the TV show Gangland, on the History Channel. It talks about...gangs. Go figure.
Chapter 6: "You might want to buckle up." she advised. ...He stretched in the leather seat and snorted. "Miss, I think you underestimate me. I--" The limo started and we were off like a flash of lightning. Anyone who has watched Men in Black might recognize this scene. Agent K starts the car. Agent J isn't wearing a seatbelt. K suggests he does. J laughs it off. K starts driving, and J never forgets his seatbelt again.
Chapter 7: It was almost like Space Mountain. I kinda just felt the need to make sure this was in the references. A very awesome rollercoaster from Disney World. :D He shrugged, "It ambushed me, okay? Attacking from behind: not cool." Very subtle. BUT, I did intend it to be a reference anyway. It takes after a scene in The Office, where self-proclaimed kung fu master Dwight opens the door for his arch-rival, the witty and successful Jim. Jim offers to let him go first, but Dwight refuses, claiming that 90% of attacks come from behind. Jim slaps Dwight's face and walks past him.
Chapter 8: I tried to look at the screen, but she shot me a glare that would make the Godfather cry. Yes, that is a shout-out to Sub's story, the Subfather. XD
Chapter 9: No references. :(
Chapter 10: He closed his eyes to concentrate. "Five...eleven. Two, zero, ten." he murmured as I pulled on the corresponding wires. Yes, I actually thought about the code. Let's put it into actual numbers: 5 11 2 0 10. 5/11/2010. That's the date of the newest RPC announcement, crowning Bex as a mod! :) Me so clever.
Chapter 11: Somehow, I don't think Ms. Lisa Hammons would agree with that. Let's think about things for a second here. What does Socky like to do? Put a play on words. So let's examine Ms. Lisa Hammons. Obviously, if Ms. or Lisa was a reference to anything, Socky would've already put it up here, seeing as she already appeared in an earlier chapter. So it her last name must be the reason she's under references, right? Hammons. 'Nuff said. The limo chauffeur, Mr. Moriarty, was the only driver I knew. Professor Moriarty is the arch villain of Sherlock Holmes. In one of the stories, it was thought that they engaged in an EPIC BATTLE OF LIGHT AND DARK and both tumbled over the side of a waterfall to their EPIC DEATHS but then people wrote the author and told him he was a jerk for killing Sherlock, so he brought him back and said Sherlock killed Moriarty then went into hiding for some reason. XD
Chapters 12-13 No references. :(
Chapter 14 "After MacGyver here ran down the man that killed Eric Lensherr? No." she returned dryly, shooting an accusing glare at me. Bex calls me "MacGyver" because Ben and I stole keys, broke out of our cell with them, and hot-wired a car. MacGyver was a character in an old TV show that was incredibly resourceful. He could literally escape from prison if he had a paperclip and some pencil shavings. XD
Chapter 15 Was I dead? I was lying on the floor. I could feel blood on my face. Was this my grisly end? Then I saw the man. Crimson was running down his face as I saw Dan beating him with the butt of his gun. The man crawled away, and Dan chased after him with a cry of anger. There was a sickening sound, like smacking a steak with a baseball bat, and Dan returned, crouching over me. "You okay? Tell me you're okay," he whispered desperately as he untied me from the overturned chair. I raised my hand to my head and felt it, then looked at my fingers. This little bit bears a bit of resemblance to a part of The Adventure of the Three Garridebs, a Sherlock Holmes story. Watson has been shot in the leg, so Holmes literally pistol-whips the shooter until there's blood running down his face, helps Watson to a chair and is all worried about him, then tells the shooter that if he'd killed Watson he wouldn't have left the room.
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Since Baskerville is so awesome (yes, I secretly want an Irish Wolfhound), I decided to put up a whole feature about him and his fake life. XD I know, it's pathetic, but I'm having a lot of fun talking about him being so deadly. XD Pictures: I imagine Baskerville as a fawn Irish Wolfhound. Here's what the fawn wolfhound looks like: Picture 1Picture 2Picture 3Height: Irish Wolfhounds are the tallest dogs around. Baskerville is 35" at the shoulder. If he were to stand up on his hind legs, he would be close to 7 feet tall. Weight: A dog that big has to be heavy, too! Baskerville is 166 pounds. You might say, "Yeah, big deal, my grandma's heavier than that." Well, this is a BIG DOG we're talking about. He will KNOCK YOU DOWN. Temperament: Baskerville is amiable and friendly with everyone. He loves going on walks and his favorite treat is peanut butter. He can be protective of me DAN, but he is pretty much the gentle giant. He never bit anyone, despite claims of killing people. XD Habits: Irish Wolfhounds were bred to hunt--you guessed it--wolves. Which is why, for some reason, SOMEBODY keeps saying that Baskerville is vicious. In reality, Baskerville is lazy and sleeps more than most dogs! He's usually in the backyard, but comes in at night to sleep in Dan's room. When eating something, he snaps it right up. You have to be quick if you hand him scraps, otherwise you will PULL BACK NUBS. Or so Dan says. Baskerville circles around a spot three times before lying down, but if he finds it uncomfortable, he will get right back up and search for a new place. Despite being drowsy all the time, Baskerville is very athletic, given the chance. His favorite game is tug-of-war. He understands fetch, but rarely brings the ball back to the thrower. Instead, he just gnaws on it. This is a dog that will knock things over (unintentionally), which is why he's outside so much. In the summer, it gets too hot for him, and he gets to stay inside the kitchen. There is no doggy door that is big enough for him, so he relies on the family to open the door for him when he has to go. He shares a mutual friendship with the family cat, Ski-ball, who will find Baskerville in the middle of the day when he's sleeping and curl up on top of his belly. It's a sight to see. :D Tricks: Baskerville knows -sit -stay -lie down -roll over -shake -speak -fetch Other: Baskerville is 3 years old, and is Danny's first dog (in that he is responsible wholly for him). Dan is always talking to him, and Baskerville never understands what, exactly, he's ranting about. Unless he says, 'food'.
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| Thanks, and since this is influenced by the other stories and certain shows on USA, you guys can expect to show up in this soon. Whether it's a reference, cameo, or a full-blown epic role in the story. =D At least, if I can make it that far. XD | |
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| xDD I was dying of laughter through this entire thing. Please continue it! It's great! I can totally see you quoteing X-Men while in a creepy barn. xDD O.o... Dude, lots o' money you be finding. Is this old man that will shoot you a pirate? Seriously, that or a Mob Boss. -old man tips his hat- -pets fat grey cat- 'You come to me on the day of my Daughter's wedding...' -'Godfather' flashback- | |
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| Okay, so I put up chapter two because I felt like it. Then I decided, hey, I've got another hour before the computer logs me out, why not type up a mega-short chapter 3 and put it up? You know, challenge my epic typing skills (seriously, I'm, like, an amazingly fast typer. Like my fingers are cheetahs.) and drop another chapter since, knowing me, I'll probably get started on chapter 4 in the afternoon, then get bored. XD WELL, thank you guys for the undeserved praise, and chapter 3 holds a bit of foreshadowing, and I personally think the quote at the top of the chapter is a bit PUNNY. | |
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| Because I like it better than your real name. -gives shamwow-
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| I know it's really sad of me to upload three pathetic chapters in one day, but I'm actually having a lot of fun with this. Besides, I want to get to the part where the actual action starts. XD So here's chapter four. Don't shoot me. | |
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| I seriously don't get why everyone is deciding my name is not James, but in fact, Ben. And Socky, you know my FULL name xD
Lol, awesome story Socks. Am I really that dorky in real life though o-o xD I'm the boring, careful one xD or are you Sherlock and I'm Watson? | |
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| Well, I'd consider the first few chapters out-of-character with you. Trust me, I just finished chapter 5 and you're considerably cooler.
And yes, you are seriously dorky. But that's okay, because I am too. XD And we're both Sherlock and Watson to each other, which is why we're so awesome. We each have our brilliant moments, and yet we snark off at each other and we're equals in a lot of aspects. =D That's what I think, at least. | |
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| WHOOOOP!! I logged on and there were four chapters! =D Oooooohhhh.... What's with limo? ... Who's the chick? | |
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| Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sat Jun 26, 2010 4:43 pm | |
| Oh, I think you know...
XD Yeah, I've been really bored, so I was just typing up short-chapter after short-chapter.
... I think I'm done for today, (AND SO THE WORLD BREATHED A SIGH OF RELIEF!) unless I find some sort of awesome quote. =) ...Wow, 5 little wimp chapters in one day? What do you mean, a life? What's that? | |
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| Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sat Jun 26, 2010 5:34 pm | |
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| Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sat Jun 26, 2010 5:45 pm | |
| Does you liek et? I realized I made you pretty lame and uncharacteristic, so I'm trying to make up for it. XD | |
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| Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sat Jun 26, 2010 6:58 pm | |
| Nah You make it awesome :DDD | |
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| Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sat Jun 26, 2010 6:59 pm | |
| rofl out of context... ...Ben picked up my arm and started shaking it....I snatched back my appendage... | |
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| Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sat Jun 26, 2010 7:06 pm | |
| XD I contemplated putting
"Q: Wait...your arm fell off?"
in the questions section. XD | |
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| Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sat Jun 26, 2010 9:02 pm | |
| NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. | |
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| Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sat Jun 26, 2010 9:47 pm | |
| I love itttttt... SO SO SO SO SO SO SO x1,000,000,000 MUCH. Rebecca's hardcore, dude. xD Slapping Dan around, 'WHOOP-CHA. YEAH, PWNED.' xD | |
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| Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sat Jun 26, 2010 9:59 pm | |
| lol, to make me seem cooler, you made yourself look really dumb throughout chapter seven XD Don't do that, though, I liked the way they were in the other chapters D: | |
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| Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sun Jun 27, 2010 11:30 am | |
| But that chapter represents my dumb side, or my tactless side. I know you are patient, but you have a breaking point too. XD
Thanks, Bex! P: I just wish it was better.
Wait, so Otter...you like being the straight man to my crazy? Because we're both crazy. I was afraid that I was making you too dull, when you're really pretty headstrong and funny. | |
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| Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sun Jun 27, 2010 12:47 pm | |
| Thanks for the shout out, Socky! | |
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| Subject: Re: Whoopsidaisy. [[chapter 15]] D: BLOODY FINALE! Sun Jun 27, 2010 12:50 pm | |
| POKE.
XD I put up a new chapter I just finished because that's my habit. It's sad, I know. But I'm not writing any more until Jay, Subs, Bex, AND you, Branch, update your stories. (Some bribe, Socky. Like they want to read more of THIS.) SHUT UP, INSECURITY! I KEEL YOU! | |
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