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Post by FlameTheCharmander on Aug 1, 2006 0:58:09 GMT -5
Hmm, wonder why Spikey hasn't reviewed...anyways, here's the next chapter before I leave for camp. It's for five days so that's how long I won't be able to work on this. -_-' Anyways, enjoy. ^_^
Chapter 22. Doom’s POV
I glared at my recruits who were stupidly singing the ridiculous song. “This has gone far enough.” I muttered clenching my fist. I looked at the dam that was blocking the water from running down stream. I tapped on my cane that secretly held a sword inside of it. Just then the two hyenas came up to me, the female holding a human gun in her mouth.
“Sorry we’re late boss,” the male said. “We couldn’t tell one gun from the other.” I looked at the two of them.
“Where is the other one?” I said stiffly. The female placed the gun down.
“Chuckle? He went into town just to cruise around.” she said. I groaned and picked the gun up.
“No matter, I have what I need.” I told them. I pulled a vile out from my vest and pulled the cork out. The two hyenas watched me with interest.
“Say boss,” the male said. “What is that thing actually?” I stared at them.
“This,” I said starting to pour the liquid in side a bullet shell.. “Is turpentine, acetone, benzene. I’m calling it...T.A.B.” The male hyena made sort of muffled laugh. “Do you have something to say?”
“Well, T.A.B seems a bit...well stupid.” he muttered. I stared at him.
“What would you call it then?” I said cooly. He swallowed.
“What does it do?” the female asked.
“If I have done it right, then it will be able to kill a Toon.” Both of them gasped. “Yes?”
“K-kill a Toon?! Is that possible?” the male asked. I pointed the gun at him.
“Would you like to find out?” I said. His ears twitched, then he shook his head.
“Um, why don’t you call it Dip?” the female suggested. I thought for a moment, then slowly nodded. I turned around and spotted my target. I smirked and aimed the gun.
“Why are you pointing that gun at Wheezy?” the male asked. I positioned my self better.
“He is getting too soft.” I murmured. “I do not want weaknesses in my troop, so the only thing to do is to get rid of the weakness.”
“But...”the male started. I turned and glared at them.
“If you two are starting to care about him, then I should kill you two as well!” I spat. The said nothing. I looked at the dam and began thinking.
“Yes,” I muttered to my self. “I’ll do that, just to make sure.” I turned and positioned myself once again.
“Good bye,” I whispered before pulling the trigger.
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Post by julayla on Aug 1, 2006 11:54:16 GMT -5
Oh no! He's going to kill Wheezy's dad! This isn't good! Oh, things probably won't do good in the next chapter.
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Post by Grand High Idol on Aug 4, 2006 15:26:30 GMT -5
I just finished reading what you have so far and I have to say...this is a very good story. It's interesting imagining the Weasels in this period of time when they were just starting out for the Toon Patrol. And your portrayal of Doom was really good, too; an insane weasel actually sounds very plausible if you think about it I like how you kept everything with a 1930s aire to it, very nice. ^^ Can't wait for the next chapter. I hope Doom doesn't kill Wheezy =(
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Post by FlameTheCharmander on Aug 5, 2006 17:32:17 GMT -5
Oh, yay. Another reviewer. ;D I'll try to post another chapter up later.
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Post by FlameTheCharmander on Aug 6, 2006 18:35:00 GMT -5
Chapter 23. Smart Guy's POV
"Let it rip, Chuckle!" Psycho shouted. Psycho and Stupid waited as Chuckle pulled the jackhammer string, it started up and the three of them hopped on to the jackhammer.
"Wheee!" they all shouted as the shook violently up and down. Grease and I watched them from the van's safe distance. As the jackhammer stopped, the three of them jumped off and started swaying very dizzy.
"Whew! That was fun!" Chuckle yipped before shaking him self. I tapped my finger impatiently.
"If it's not to hard to ask," I shouted towards them. "I'd like to move on and see other things then other a jackhammer!"
"Duh, common Smart Guy. Try it, you'll like it." Stupid shouted back.
"I said it before and I'll say it again, I'm not going on it!"
"Please?"
"No! How many times do I...OOF!" I got ran over by someone. Sitting up I realized that the someone, was Snicker. He was panting heavily and he looked as though he was being chased by an angry mob.
"Sup Snicker?" Grease asked. He got off of me and started shifting from paw to paw.
"You guys gotta come quick!" he whined.
"What's the matter?" Psycho asked coming over with the others.
"Snicker says we have to follow him," I informed them. Then I turned my attention to Snicker. "Why do we need to follow you?"
"Because," he yipped both losing patience and in fear. "I think Wheezy's in trouble!"
I skid to a stop at the same field we left Wheezy before. We jumped out of the van and ran over to the river side. Wheezy was lying in the dry river bank pit when we got there. His father was bent over the side and clutching his chest.
"Mr!" I shouted rushing over to him. "Are you alright?"
"Where's Jake?" he asked panting.
"He's in the river pit, we'll get him." In the corner of my eye I saw Wheezy pulling him self into a sitting position.
"Wheezy!" Grease shouted. "Stay there we'll get you out!" Just then a low rumble came out of no where. I looked up and saw that rushing water was running down the bank and headed right towards Wheezy!
"Wheezy! Get out of there!" I screamed. Wheezy just stared at the water, then when the water got to him, it dragged him under. "NO!" I shot after him and followed the shadowy figure at the bottom of the river. On the other side of the river Giggle was racing after Wheezy as well.
"Wheezy, hang on there bud!" she shouted before jumping into the river. I dived in after her. The cold water knocked the wind out of me, I shot my head out and gasped for air. Giggle struggled through the current to get to me.
"Did you see him?" she asked. I shook my head. I saw a paw break out from the surface of the water. Then Wheezy's head shot out and he started coughing.
"There he is!" I shouted. I swam after him. By the time I got there his head when back down under the water. I pulled him up and swam towards shore. Giggle followed me and shook her self dry. I laid the motionless body down on the grass.
"He's not dead is he?" I asked.
"I don't know," she said. "Maybe if you just push down hard enough on his chest, then he'll cough up the rest of the water he swallowed." I nodded and pushed down on Wheezy's chest. He didn't do anything.
'Common, Wheezy.' I thought pushing harder. 'Common!' Nothing.
"He can't be dead!" Giggle whined. "Toons can't die, they just can't!" I gritted my teeth with frustration.
"Breath you stupid idiot, BREATH!" I shouted slamming my fist hard on his stomach. He gagged and then started coughing up the water.
"You did it!" Giggle yipped. I sighed and watched Wheezy cough up the water.
"W-where's my dad." he gasped once he was done.
"He was lying near the bank clutching his chest." I told him. He shot up.
"I have to go save him!" he yelped. Then he raced away. Giggle and I looked at each other and raced after him.
When we got there the others were huddled in a circle. Wheezy pushed Stupid to one side and knelt next to his dad.
"Dad, you ok?" he whispered holding his dad in his arms. His dad looked up at him, weakness in his eyes.
"Jake, I'm glad I got to see you one more time." he said quietly.
"You can't leave me! Not now."
"We'll see each other again. Good bye, Jake." His dad closed his eyes and died in his sons arms. Wheezy stared at his fathers face.
"Dad," he whispered holding him closer. "You promised me."
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Post by julayla on Aug 6, 2006 21:09:51 GMT -5
Oh no! Wheezy lost his father! Now Wheezy's an orphan! Poor him! *hugs him*
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Post by Grand High Idol on Aug 8, 2006 0:50:24 GMT -5
Poor Wheezy...=( Things just haven't been going well for him. I hope that things get better.
Another nice installment, I loved the bit with the jackhammer. Poor Smart Guy XD
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Post by FlameTheCharmander on Aug 14, 2006 1:38:12 GMT -5
Ok, pushed the forward button. It's May now, Wheezy just turned 17, and things are looking bad.
Chapter 24. Psycho’s POV
Eight months have past since Wheezy’s dad died. Stupid, Smart Guy, Greasy and I were all sitting around the apartment, where Wheezy’s live, drinking some orchata.
“This is the best.” I exclaimed taking another sip. “You gotta tell your mom thanks Greasy.”
“I’ll be sure to tell her that.” Greasy replied. We heard the door open, and we saw Wheezy walk in.
“Hey, Wheeze.” Smart Guy called. He looked over at us, two cigarettes in his mouth. “What’s up?” He didn’t reply. He stared at us for a second and then went to his room.
“I’m starting to get worried about him.” Smart Guy sighed. We looked at him.
“Duh, what do you mean?” Stupid asked. Smart Guy leaned back on his chair.
“Well, think about it. He won’t talk anymore, he’s starting to smoke heavily, he barely eats... this could only mean one thing. Wheeze is suffering from depression.” Stupid and I exchanged worried glances.
“Hmm, you’ve got a point there Smart Guy.” Greasy said.
“You don’t think he would do anything drastic, do you?” I asked.
“Well, my switch blade’s gone missing.” Greasy replied.
“Duh, yeah. And sometimes I think I see a few scars on his arms.” Stupid piped up. Greasy sighed.
“How long is this going to keep up?” he asked. “How long is it until he decides he can’t handle the pain anymore?” I slumped down on my seat and let out a little whimper.
“I’m scared for him guys.” I said.
“We all are Psycho.” Smart Guy said comfortingly. “I guess that all we have to do is make sure that we keep an eye on him.” We all nodded. As the three of them started discussing the training I stood up and crept over near Wheezy’s room. I quietly opened the door and looked inside the dark room.
Wheezy was lying on his bed, with his head buried in his pillow. His shoulders were shaking, which meant he was crying. I looked at him, it had been the first time seeing him cry like that. I gently closed the door and sighed.
“How long is right Greasy,” I muttered to myself. “How long is right.”
The next day, I woke up and went into the living room. It was strangely quite, too quiet. I saw a note posted on the door. I walked over to it and started reading it.
“Psycho,” I started reading. “Greasy, and I are going out early for training. We took Stupid along, keep an eye on Wheeze. Smart Guy.” I perked my ears up, where was Wheezy anyway? I jolted over to his room to find it empty. Panic had hit me. I raced outside and headed towards the roof of the apartment.
I made it to the top and looked around. That’s when I saw him. Wheezy had his back towards me, but I could see his paw out, and Greasy’s switch blade placed on his wrist. I realized what was going on. He was about to kill him self!
“WHEEZY!” I shouted as I frantically race over to him. He whirled around and saw me. I tackled him, and knocked him down. Greasy’s switch blade went flying in the air, and fell down into an empty garbage can. I stared at him.
“What the heck were you thinking?!!” I snapped at him. He stared at me. “I’ll tell you what were you thinking, you weren’t thinking at all!” I stood up and brushed the dirt off of me. “Why were you going to kill your self? It’s a stupid thing to do!” I glared at him, he looked away.
“Would you answer me?!” I growled at him, losing my patients. “The only thing you do now is mope, and cry. Mope and cry. You don’t do anything anymore!” He didn’t respond. I snorted at him and turned to leave.
“I...can’t...take it...anymore.” I turned and looked at him. He was leaning against a wall. He had his legs pulled up to his chest and was resting his head on it.
“What?” I asked walking back over to him. He glared up at me.
“If any one really cares, they wouldn’t mind talking!” He snapped at me. I stared at him curiously.
“Well...er...I’m here.” I told him. He looked away.
“All you cared about was scolding me.” he murmured. I sat down in front of him.
“Look I’m sorry,” I started. “It’s just that...your scaring me.” Wheezy looked at me.
“I’m scaring you?” he asked. I nodded.
“And it’s not just me, it’s the others as well.” He looked away again. “Is this about your dad’s death?” He looked at me and nodded. “What happened?”
“It happened so fast,” he said rubbing his neck. “I was walking over near the dry river bank, when suddenly my dad started shouting at me to get away from there. I turned and saw my dad running over to me. As he got closer, a gun fire rang out. He pushed me down just in time. The bullet didn’t hit me, but it hit my dad.” He paused, remembering it all.
“So, he died to save you?” I asked. He looked at the ground.
“The pain...it’s...still there.” he said quietly. He buried his face in his paws.
“So, what does killing your self has to do with anything?” I asked.
“It’s the quickest way out of it.” he replied not looking up. “But every time I tried I failed, I’m a failure.”
“Your not a failure, your...wait, every time?!” He nodded. My eyes widened a bit. “Wheezy, how many times have you tried to kill your self?”
“Lost count.” he said. “Maybe like, ten, fifteen, I don’t know.” I stared at him with horror.
“How did you try to do it?” I asked.
“Well, mostly just three ways. Starving myself, cutting myself, and...drowning.” He looked up at the sky. “I wish that I did drown in the river.”
“Don’t say that!” I said with a bit of panic. “You should be thankful that your alive. Your father sacrificed him self so that you could live.” He shook his head.
“I’m useless anyway. I smoke, I can’t read well, I can’t do any thing right, I’m over weight, I’m...”
“OVER WEIGHT?!!” I shouted shocked. “You’re skin and bones! Why would you ever think your over weight?!” He shrugged. I looked at him straight in the eye.
“Look, I can’t draw very well. But does that let me ruin my life? Heck no!”
“I bet you could draw better than me.” he muttered.
“You should stop downgrading your self, look.” I drew a squiggle on the dusty floor. “Wow! I just drew the best squiggle! Common.” Wheezy started chuckling. I glared at him.
“Don’t laugh. It’s not funny that your downgrading your self.” I said.
“Heh, of course.” he replied.
“Look anyone can draw. Take Vango. He was a good artist, but he cut his ear off.”
“Uhh...” I stared blankly at him.
“Where the heck was I going with that?”
“No idea.” He placed his paws behind his head.
“Look, just because you have a few weaknesses, that doesn’t mean you should go off and kill your self.”
“If you could die, how would you want to go?” he asked changing the subject. I blinked at him.
“Well, uh. I don’t think laughing your self to death is that bad.” I told him. He snorted.
“Laughing your self to death is a stupid way to die.” he muttered. “If that ever happened to me, I’d just pull my stupid soul back in and kill my self some other way.”
“Would you stop it!” I snapped at him.
“Stop what?” he asked with a bit of a smart aleck tone.
“Talking about killing your self. If you can believe then you can succeed, all you have to do is work on the little things.” Wheezy blinked at me. I sighed.
“Just promise me you won’t do this again.” I said. He looked up at the sky.
“I can’t make that promise,” he said quietly. “And neither could my dad.”
“Wheezy, you can’t do anything to change the past. You just have to let it be.” I told him gently.
“I wish I could Psycho,” He sighed. “I really do.” He stood up and started to leave.
“Where are you going?” I asked eagerly. He looked at me.
“I’m going to go take a nap. You know, to ease the pain.”
“Oh, ok.” I watched him leave. Greasy’s words rang in my head again.
‘How long is this going to keep up? How long is it until he decides that he can’t handle the pain anymore?’ I thought for a moment.
“How long is it going to be until he tries to do it again.” I muttered to myself. “And if he does, will me or the others be there to stop him?” I sighed and stood up. “Guess only time will tell.” I headed towards the apartment, ready to take a nap as well.
A/N: I'm not very sure if Toons can hurt them selfs by weapons, but it was the only thing I could think of.
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Post by Grand High Idol on Aug 14, 2006 7:12:59 GMT -5
Aww, such a sweet and sad chapter. I liked the interaction with Wheezy and Psycho here, especially Psycho's little pep-talk about self-esteem. I actually don't blame Wheezy for laughing at Psycho's squiggle thing...if someone had done that to me in one of my moments of depression, I probably would have laughed, too. ^^;
I also liked how the death-scene was a little more detailed, earlier I couldn't see how Wheezy's dad died too clearly, but it makes more sense now. =)
Can't wait for the next chapter.
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Post by julayla on Aug 14, 2006 11:44:47 GMT -5
Yeah, Wheezy's dad died a hero, saving his own son. Poor Wheezy, I hope that talked straightened him up a bit. Poor guy.
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Post by FlameTheCharmander on Aug 27, 2006 0:35:07 GMT -5
Ok, here's the next chapter. There's just two more chapters and an epilogue. I'm thinking about a sequel, but I'm still not so sure.
Chapter 25. Greasy's POV.
"Well," Smart Guy said once we got out of the factory. "That wasn't so bad." I glared at him
"Wasn't so bad?!" I snapped. "How is getting your tail docked not that bad?!" It was true, Doom had docked all of our tails off. He said that tails were a disadvantage in a Toon because they could easily tie our tails up to something. Smart Guy shrugged.
"At least we couldn't feel anything." he said. Stupid kept on looking back at his stub for a tail.
"My tail..." he moaned again.
"Common guys," Smart Guy said opening the van door. "Things could have been worse. Their just tails, nothing specially or magical about them." I grunted and headed for the passenger side. Smart Guy pulled me back.
"Hang on a sec. Grease, I've never seen you drive." I looked at him blankly. He handed me the keys to the van. " You drive, I want to see how's your driving skill." Then he got into the passenger side with Stupid already inside. I stared at him.
'He's gotta be nuts!' I thought climbing into the driver's seat. I closed the door and sat there. I had no clue on what to do next. Smart Guy drummed his fingers.
"Well?" he asked impatiently. I looked at him, then I placed the key into the key slot and turned the key. It started up. 'This isn't so bad.' I thought to myself. I pulled on the smallest shifts expecting to put the car on drive, but instead the wipers came on. I blinked at the wipers.
"Whoops." I muttered pushing a button. The siren started roaring. Smart Guy and Stupid clasped their paws over their ears.
"Greasy!" Stupid shouted. Starting to panic a bit I pushed another button, the head lights started blinking.
"Pull on the shift!" Smart Guy shouted over the siren. I looked at the three shifts on both sides of me. I pulled on the largest one. The van lunged back wards. Smart Guy stuck his head out the window and yelped. Stupid stared at the windshield paralyzed to his seat. I stuck my head out the window, I was driving back wards! Since I couldn't see, Smart Guy started shouting orders to me.
"LEFT! RIGHT! TURN! WATCH OUT! SQUIRREL!!" he shouted at me. I turned the steering wheel witch ever direction he told me to turn. I felt very panicky at that moment.
After a few minutes Smart Guy shouted at me to stop. I stopped the van and felt a bump on the back. I stuck my head out and saw that I had just hit one of my families car. I let out a sigh of relief and jumped out of the van.
"Uh, thanks for letting my drive." I muttered. Smart Guy nodded, still shook up by the wild ride.
"Anytime." he responded. I grinned sheepishly and then ran towards my home. I made a promise to myself, I promised that I would never drive that van again.
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"Alejandro?" Rosa called as she poked her head through my bedroom door. I opened my eye and looked at her.
"Ho la." I muttered. She smiled and walked in with her little stuffed purple lizard that I won for her when she was three. I looked at her and smiled.
"Geez, when you gonna throw that old thing away?" I asked her playfully. She sat on the bed next to me.
"Ran isn't old." she said holding the lizard closer to her. "And he's staying with me for ever." I sat up next to her.
"Ok squirt, what do you want?" I asked. She leaned against me and looked up at me with her soft brown eyes.
"I want to spend time with you more." she replied. I looked at her.
"What do you mean by more?" I asked.
"You're gone a lot and you don't play with me anymore." She buried her face into my sleeve. "I miss playing with you." I stroked her long black hair.
"I'm sorry that I've been gone a lot. It's just that...the thing that I'm doing takes up a lot of my time. I'm sorry if I left you alone." She looked up at me again.
"Can we play tomorrow?" she asked hopefully. I thought for a moment, then smiled.
"Sure," I said hugging her a bit tightly. "We can play tomorrow." The phone rang, ruining the moment. I sighed and let Rosa go.
"I'll get it." I went down stairs and answered the phone.
"Buenos dias." I said.
"Uh...Greasy?" the other person said.
"Giggle?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Oh good it's you. Listen I need you to meet me at the park as soon as possible."
"Uh, ok. Why?" I asked.
"Uh...nothing urgent. I just need you to come down here, like maybe now."
"O-k. I'll be right there."
"Great, see ya there." She hung up. I hung up and noticed Rosa watching me. "What?"
"Was that your girlfriend?" she asked grinning at me. I stared at her.
"No that was not my girlfriend. She's just a friend, and I need to meet her at the park right now." Rosa nodded. I nodded back and headed towards the door.
"Be sure to giver her a nice smooch while you guys are on your date!" she shouted in a teasing tone.
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I walked up towards where Giggle was at in the Toon town park. She was resting under a tree. The sun was setting and the sun light made her fur shine a bit. 'She looks...pretty.' I thought. I stopped at what I had just thought of. Then I shook my head and continued walking. When I got closer she looked up at me with her with her mud blue eyes.
"Oh, good your here." she said. I nodded and sat next to her. There was an awkward pause.
"So," I finally said. "What did you need me for?" She rested her chin on her paws.
"There's something I need to tell you," she told me. "About Doom."
"What is it?" I asked her.
"Doom isn't as nice as you thought he was." 'Yeah, he's REAL nice for cutting our tails off.' I thought sarcastically, but I didn't say anything.
"What do you mean?" She looked at me.
"Greasy, I know who killed Wheezy's father." I raised an eyebrow at her. She took a deep breath. "It was...Doom." I looked her in the eye. Her eyes were filled with worry and fear.
"And...why are you telling me this?" I asked.
"I just...don't want to see any of you guys suffer." she replied resting her chin on her paws. "You guys are my friends and I care about you guys." I nodded.
"You should tell Smart Guy." I pointed out. Her head shot up.
"No! You can't tell anyone, especially my cousin!"
"Why?"
"Doom might find out and use the Dip on me!"
"Dip?" She looked at me.
"Please, just don't tell anyone." she begged.
"Ok, fine I won't." I said to her. She smiled at me and stood up.
"Thanks Greasy." she said. Then she gave me a kiss on the cheek before running off. I watched her leave, shocked at just what had happened.
"Uh, your welcome." I said quietly before getting up. I touched the cheek where she kissed me. I felt a feeling I've never felt before towards a girl. I shook my head and looked at the sky. It was turning dark. I sighed and headed towards home.
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I was looking down at the sidewalk while walking home. I just felt really sick inside and I wanted to go to bed. I looked up and saw my house. I sighed with relief and started running towards it. When I got to the front yard I stopped. The door was missing. I walked closer to it and stepped in side. I gasped at what I saw.
The whole place was torn to shreds. Chairs and tables were either knocked over or torn to shreds, the mirror was shattered into a million pieces, and there were claw marks every where. I looked around and saw writing on the wall. Walking over to it I started reading it.
I'm still after you. I still want to hear your pretty voice. But I guess your sister will do. I had no other choice. Iamtheboxlady.
The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. 'Rosa!' I raced upstairs and ran into each room calling her name.
"Rosa! Rosa, where are you?!" I ran into my room and saw a motionless body on the floor lying next to a purple lizard. My breathing became more lightly as I walked over to the body. I knelt down next to it realizing who it was.
"Mami..." I whispered. My mother's bloody body was clutching the purple lizard in her paw. She was trying to save Rosa, but she had died trying. I took the lizard from her paw and looked at it.
This was the last thing I saw with Rosa, and now...I would never see her again. I placed my hand on my dead mother's arm. "Adios mami. Te amo mucho." I left the house and headed towards the apartment where the others were living. I stopped and looked back. The house was now abandoned, I was alone, my mother was dead, and Rosa was taken by someone called Iamtheboxlady.
I turned away and let a tear slide down my cheek. I continued on with the purple lizard in my paws and sorrow memories in my mind.
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Post by julayla on Aug 27, 2006 0:41:38 GMT -5
Oh no...poor Greasy. This is not good. Awww...first Wheezy, now Greasy...who's next!? I hope Greasy can find his sister...I hope.
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Post by Veggirl on Aug 27, 2006 1:03:11 GMT -5
Oh no! I wonder where his sister went. Poor Greasy.
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Post by FlameTheCharmander on Aug 28, 2006 0:07:30 GMT -5
I'd be glad to explain Spikey. See, Iamtheboxlady created these small creatures that have similar powers to the weasel clones (they can hurt Toons). These creatures may be fierce in battle, but incredibly stupid when it comes to anything else. I haven't decided on a name yet, but I hope it helps a bit.
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Post by Grand High Idol on Aug 29, 2006 20:19:53 GMT -5
Poor Greasy...I hope that Rosa's still alive. It's nice that he's happy with Giggle, though, but I have a feeling that things are going to take a turn for the worse.
The driving bit was funny, though. Smart Guy is a typical backseat driver XD
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