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Post by disneyplease on Jun 23, 2011 9:03:25 GMT -5
WOAH!!! Awsome Chapters KeyGirl!!! DisneyPlease!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jun 23, 2011 9:53:36 GMT -5
*bows theatrical style* Thank you, thank you very much!
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Post by disneyplease on Jun 23, 2011 10:59:02 GMT -5
You're welcome!!! ^_^
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jun 23, 2011 16:15:19 GMT -5
Chapter 6: Stupid's POV
Duh, so da weasel girl was lookin' at us funny. I guess she t'ought our way o' dressin' was weird. "Who are you people? What're you doin' here?" She asked. She didn't sound too happy ta see us. I noticed Wheezy was starin' at 'er, and since 'e was a Toon, it was obvious 'e was blushin'.
Boss cleared 'is throat 'n' got up, adjustin' 'is suit. "Lil' lady, my name is Smart Guy, an' dese are my colleges* (*collegues), Wheezy, Greasy, Physco, 'n' Stupid." "Duh, hi!" I waved. Physco giggled shrilly, 'n' 'is eyes were back ta normal. Greasy grinned 'n' grabbed Alex's paw, "It is a pleasure to meet you, mi bella dama."
Alex humphed 'n' yanked 'er paw away. Wheezy chuckled nervously 'n' rubbed 'is arm. Alex folded 'er arms 'n' said, "I don't believe you answered the other question." "Duh, we're lookin' for Wheezy's mama!" I pointed ta Wheezy. "Shaddup!" Wheezy shoved me 'way 'n' pulled 'is bowler hat ova' 'is eyes. Which I didn't get. Why would someone cover der faces?
Alex smirked 'n' said, "Well, you came at a bad time. The Darkness fell." Boss arched 'n eyebrow, "What's dat s'possed ta mean?" "It means," Alex said t'rough gritted teeth, "that the monster comes out after sirens go off and we have to go to the church or we'll get killed in an unspeakable way. DOES THAT ANSWER YOUR QUESTION?!"
"Monster..." Wheezy repeated, "Anybody know where dat t'ing came from?" "Uh, no. My mother Nicola--she's the priestess, by the way-- says that's God's will and we shouldn't question it." Alex rolled 'er eyes da whole way. I guess she'd said dis type o' t'ing b'fore. "Well den, chiquita, what are you doing out here if it is dangerous?" Greasy asked. I nodded in agreement; it just seemed like da right t'ing ta do.
Alex blinked 'n' looked away, "I made a bet with my friend, Patty. We bet there was the witch's body somewhere around here, so we split up to look around. I haven't seen her yet..." Boss nodded 'n' lit a cigar. "An'...dis 'appens ev'ry day?" "Every day," Alex confirmed, "At least, in my lifetime." She looked Wheezy up 'n' down, "So, you lost yer mama, huh?"
"Act'lly," Wheeze hacked on 'is cigs, "I neva' met 'er. But I was sleepwalkin' a coupla night ago 'n' said 'Salem' in my sleep, so we figured comin' here'd help." Dey probably said more, but I was lookin' 'round da house. It had been so pretty, it seemed sad it was ruined. Da flowery wallpaper was covered in white ash 'n' peelin' off, an' da floorboards creaked when we walked. Da big mirror was broken, 'n' most o' da furniture was eida* (*either) damaged 'r not dere.
But when I looked at da floor, I noticed somet'in' in da corner. My ears went up as I walked t'wards it. I picked it up 'n' brushed dust off o' it. It was a book. Wait, was dat...? I brushed some more dust offa* (*off) it. Engraved on it was da word, 'Diary'. I grinned 'n' flipped t'rough da pages. It was full photograghs 'n' drawn hearts, an' I dunno why, but da handwritin' looked girly.
"C'mon," Alex said in da background, "My mother'll be glad to help." "'Kay, fine," Boss said, "But if it's some kinda trick, Imma blow yer head off." Dere was a silence. Wheezy chuckled nervously 'n' said, "Shall we?" "Yeah." Alex agreed. Dere was anoda* (*another) small pause, an' I heard Greasy shout, "Now, Stupid! ¡Muévete!" "Duh, OK!" I stuffed da diary in my shirt 'n' ran afta' dem.
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"We're almost there!" Alex shouted ova' 'er shoulda'* (*shoulder) ten minutes lata'. Sure enough, we were headed for a humongous Toon church, but what I didn't get was all da wooden spikes stickin' out from da entrance, an' a buncha clawmarks on da doors.
"Uh..." Boss gestured ta da bars. "To keep the monster away," Alex said, runnin' past 'em. We followed 'er, pantin' da whole way.
When we reached da door, somebody b'hind us screamed. We turned...an' I screamed. Dere was da charred weasel from b'fore, only bigger 'n' stronger-lookin'. She was lookin' at us b'fire turnin' ta da source o' da screams: a big, purple Toon ant wit' curly antennaes 'n' a pink dress. Da charred weasel was clutchin' 'er wit' one paw, holdin' 'er at least five feet from da ground.
"PATTY!" Alex started ta run t'wards 'er, but Wheezy shouted, "Alex, no!" an' gripped 'er shoulders. Da charred weasel smiled a lil' 'n' turned ta da Toon ant. Wit' one quic movement, she tore 'er dress clean off.
"GET IN!" Boss screamed, pushin' da doors open. Physco 'n' Greasy ran in. I ran in 'n' tried ta grab Boss' shoulders, but 'e slapped my paw away, "HEY, LOVEBIRDS! GET IN!" From outside, I heard da ant screamin' even more loudly, followed by a gross tearin' noise. I 'eard Alex cryin'. Fin'lly, afta' ten seconds, Boss came in, followed by Wheeze an' Alex, 'er face in 'er hands. I heard a loud 'thump' from da closin' door, like somethin' bein' thrown 'gainst it. "It's OK, Alex. It's OK." Wheezy kept whisperin' ta Alex. "No...it's not OK. It's my fault! I should've done something...anything!" Alex cried.
"Duh, what happened?" I asked. "SHADDUP, STUPID!" Boss 'n' Wheezy both shouted at da same time. I gulped 'n' looked 'round. Da place looked pretty cozy. Dere were mats 'n' sleepin' bags ev'rywhere, plus candles cast a soft glow ta da room. Dere were Toons ev'rywhere I looked, an' some I even recognized: Sylvester, Bugs Bunny, Mickey and Minnie, Donald and Daisy, Snow White, 'n' Alvin & Da Chipmunks.
In da crowd, an ol' ant lady looked at Alex. "Alex! Where's Patty? You said you two'd gone off." She walked t'wards us. Alex's face crumpled, 'n' she looked 'way. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hayes." She said so quietly I barely 'eard 'er. Da ant frowned, den she looked at Boss. I looked too, an' I saw some specs o' blood on 'is suit; same wit' Wheezy's shirt.
'Er expression went from shock ta grief ta anger. "YOU B*STRDS!" She screamed 'n' started hittin' Wheezy 'ard in da stomach. "IT'S YOUR FAULT MY DAUGHTER IS DEAD! YOU BRING BLACK FORTUNE!" She kept screamin', hittin' Wheezy 'arder by da minute. "Hey, get offa 'im, gramma!" Boss shouted. When she didn't listen, 'e pulled out 'is revolver 'n' shot da roof twice.
She stopped, 'n' ev'ryone shot us glares. "This is a sanctuary!" A pink weasel wit' grayin' hair came f'rward 'n' put a hand on Alex's shoulder. She locked eyes wit' Alex, who whimpered 'n' hugged 'er. "Mama," She sobbed, "It's my fault. I should've stayed with her." "Nonsense, my dear," Da pink weasel stroked Alex's red hair, "Patty got what she deserved by venturing out there, and pressuring you into it! You were a good girl, comin' straight home, but it is Patty who was foolish enough to stay outside."
She looked at all da Toons. "Let us pray." She said. Da crowd murmured 'n agreement 'n' started ta kneel. I looked at Boss, who shrugged.
Whereva' we were, it wasn't like home.
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Post by disneyplease on Jun 23, 2011 16:41:26 GMT -5
Very Nice KeyGirl!!! DisneyPlease!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jun 23, 2011 17:31:15 GMT -5
Thank you! Of this chapter, did u happen to have a favorite part? Just askin!
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Post by disneyplease on Jun 23, 2011 22:13:24 GMT -5
well Im not sure what part I like just yet, but the story is good! DisneyPlease!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jun 24, 2011 1:21:13 GMT -5
Thank you very much!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jun 24, 2011 5:59:07 GMT -5
Chapter 7: Alex's POV
As we prayed, I couldn't help giggle at the new weasels. They looked as clueless as a Chinese guy at a Hebrew lesson. Especially the fat one with the striped blue shirt; when the one dressed in pink flashed a candle through his ear, the light appeared on the other side of his head!
Talk about 'airhead'.
Even though I knew I should've been miserable about Patty, but for some reason, I wasn't. I was feeling a tiny bit better, actually. My mom was reciting a particularly grotesque passage, and it didn't take a genius to tell she was referring to the newcomers and what they were capable of doing to me.
"And I say, let us not succumb to the temptation of the flesh, but remain chaste. Let the sinned kneel down on bleeding shins-"
"Amen," The weasel dressed in green (what was his name again? Greasy?) cut Mother off. Everyone stared at him in shock, including me; no one ever interrupted Mother. She knew what she was doing, and she'd kept us safe from Darkness for so long...interrupting her seemed unspeakable. After a pause, everyone murmured, "Amen," and rose. Wheezy slapped Greasy on the back of his head and straightened his black vest. I couldn't help but notice him; I'd never seen another Toon weasel before, except for Mother and Father, (but he'd passed away when I was two, so the only way I knew what he looked like was through a photograph), and Wheezy was...kinda cute.
Wheezy frowned and looked right at me. I felt my face burn up and hesitantly waved at him. Through his blue fur, I saw his cheeks glow pink as he waved back. "So," Mother gripped my hand and regarded each of the weasels like they were half-dead cockroaches, "Why did you visit our humble town again?" The pink-wearing one (now I remembered his name was Smart Guy. Good thing he hadn't been named Dumbo) stepped forward and adjusted his suit, "See, we're here on optical* (*offical) business. We need ta find my choker's* (*cohort's) indentity, see. It ain't gonna be easy, but I guess we're just gonna...go wit' da flow."
"And...once you do this, you will leave?" Mother asked. "Da second we know," Smart Guy confirmed. My mother pursed her lips and gestured to me, "Very well. In order to...er, how do you say? Speed up your mission, I give my daughter permission to assist you." I felt my eyes widen in shock, but I could tell the weasels took it well; Greasy wiggled his eyebrows at me and popped some tic tacs in his mouth, Wheezy grinned shyly, and Smart Guy nodded. The insane-looking one and the dumb one...they were too busy playing 'rock, paper, scissors' to take much notice.
I nodded and said, "Yes, Mother." "Good," Mother patted my head. Donald, who was normally in charge of patrolling the outside world through the windows, called, "It's all clear!" "Thank you, Donald. Alex," Mother gave me a slight push, "You may go now." I nodded again and adjusted my cap. The weasels were already headed outside, but it wasn't too difficult to keep up.
Once we were outside, I was happy to see that the sky was back to its regular pale gray. I couldn't ever remember seeing the sun, not once. My picture books made it look like a big ball of fire suspended in the sky, and my books said that it was an enormous star that heated the planet. I knew all that, and much more, but that just made me want to see it.
'These guys don't know how good they've had it,' I thought bitterly as we decended the steps. I kicked at something mindlessly and looked down. I shrieked. Blood was on my sneaker! The others turned to me. "What is it, senorita?" Greasy asked. I looked at the pavement and nearly vomited. I had accidentally kicked a jaw; and what a jaw it was! It still had teeth stuck to it, and blood was puddling around it. I looked around and spotted what was left of Patty; skinned, bloody, and jawless. Her blank eyes gazed at the sky. I felt my lunch forcing itself up my throat; I slapped my paw over my mouth to stop it.
Smart Guy looked around and grabbed Greasy's hat. "Hey!" Greasy protested, but I just grabbed it and puked. As I finished up, I heard Wheezy hack 'n' say in a muffled voice, "I'm gonna be sick." "And I t'ought my gramma's meatloaf was bad," Smart Guy muttered. I finally gasped and raised my head, wiping my mouth. Greasy's face was the color of magma, but when I tried to hand his hat back to him, he shook his head.
"Do not worry, encanto," He pulled out another hat, identical to the one I had in my paws, "I came prepared." I shrugged and tossed the hat aside. I was surprised to find tears in my eyes. "C'mon," Smart Guy pulled out his revolver and started down the street. Greasy, Stupid (name fitted) and Physco followed, but Wheezy stayed behind. I could feel his eyes on me. I felt my cheeks redden as I wiped my tears, "I'm sorry, Patty."
"It--hack! Cough!--wasn't yer fault." Wheezy said gently. He granted me a small smile, and I felt myself smile back. He pulled out a cigarette from his vest pocket and held it out to me. I wasn't much of a smoker, but hell, why not? I took the cigarette from him and stuck it in my mouth. He pulled out a matchbox, lit a match, and lit my cigarette. I coughed a little but didn't spit it out. "Thanks," I said. Wheezy chuckled nervously and said, "Let's go, eh?" I nodded and followed him.
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About half an hour later, we'd checked out the library, the post office, and the grocery store, to no avail. We might as well'd been exploring the area blindfolded. That's how little we found.
I'd like to say Smart Guy took it well.
"Dat's it," He said while we were resting, "Dat is it! We've looked low 'n' high fer some clue, 'n' nothin'! 'N' more importedly* (*importantly), my suit's totally wrecked!" Physco giggled and started chewing on a broken cable wire. I arched an eyebrow at him and glanced at the others. Greasy had taken off his shoes and was rubbin' his feet and Wheezy was smoking twelve cigarettes all at once.
But Stupid was reading something.
"Stupid," I asked, "What're you reading?" Everyone looked at Stupid, who yelped and stuffed the book in his shirt. Wheezy growled and tackled Stupid. I got up and watched the two wrestle, until Wheezy finally pulled out the book. He stood up and eyed the cover. I looked over his shoulder.
The word 'Diary' was engraved on the cover.
Smart Guy snatched the book from Wheezy's grip and looked at it. "Stupid," He growled, "How long've ya 'ad dis?" "Duh," Stupid put a finger on his lip and looked at the sky, "About an hour?"
"Why da hell didn'tcha say somethin'?!" Smart Guy was screaming now, "It coulda been an important clue!" Stupid shrugged and looked at his untied shoes. Smart Guy sighed dramatically and flipped open the first page. "Uh, Boss," Greasy started. "What?!" Smart Guy snapped. "Um, are you sure we should be readin' somebody else's diario?" "Dude's got a point," I stuck out my thumb at him. He grinned lustfully at me, and I took a step back. "Look, desperate clocks call for desperate measurements!" Smart Guy snapped and skimmed through the pages. I frowned, "Isn't that 'desperate times call for desperate measures'?" Smart Guy groaned, "Whateva'!" With that, he squinted at the writing and read,
"June 4th, 1926. Dear Diary, Since you and I are going to be great friends, I'll start by telling you all about myself. My name is Samantha Anne Graves, and I'm born on August 25th, 1907. I'm 19 years old, and I live with my parents in Salem, Massachusettes. I am in love with someone, but I don't think he knows I exist. His name is Nickolas Bezrusko, and he's already engaged to a woman named Nicola Wilson. She's the priestess of Toon Salem, and everyone worships her."
I felt ready to faint, and judging by the fact that I was in Wheezy's arms a minute later, I guess I nearly did. We were both red in the face as he pulled me back to my feet. "Wheezy," I whispered, running a paw through my hair, "Whoever this Samantha is...she was in love with my stepfather." "Do you know the name of your mamicita, Wheeze?" Greasy asked. Wheezy shook his head, "If I did, this job'd be a hell a lot easier." He puffed out some smoke and held his paws out, "Can I?" Smart Guy shrugged and handed him the journal, "Knock yerself in." "Out," I corrected. Smart Guy shot me a death glare and pulled out a cigar.
Wheezy's paws were trembled as he flipped through the pages. "Here," He whispered hoarsely. I frowned and looked over his shoulder.
"August 22nd, 1926. Dear Diary, These past two months have been wonderful, more than I can ever hope for. It turns out, Nickolas does love me. Nicola knows nothing of it, though Nick promised me he'd call off his engagement to her and marry me instead. We spend lots of time together, and he's kissed me so many times I think more stars appear at night. In fact, exactly a week ago, he showed me more love than I could ever hope for."
Smart Guy made a gagging sound on his cigar. We both rolled my eyes at him as Wheezy continued,
"I went to the Toon gynecolegist last week, and my dreams really have come true. I'm going to have a child. By late May, most likely."
The diary fell to the ground with a loud 'thud'. Wheezy's eyes were spilling over, and his lip was trembling so much a cigarette fell. "What? What is it?" I put a paw on his shoulder. Wheezy looked at me with eyes as shiny as gemstones.
"May 27th is my birthday." He whispered.
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Post by disneyplease on Jun 24, 2011 8:19:47 GMT -5
Oh Boy!!! Keep it up KeyGirl!!! DisneyPlease!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jun 24, 2011 12:05:28 GMT -5
Chapter 8: Greasy's POV
"Woah woah woah," I ran a paw t'rough my hair 'n' tried ta stop shakin'. "Dere's gotta be some kinda logical explanation for all this!" I told dem* (*them) an' myself. "Yeah," Wheezy's voice was emotionless, "My mom 'ad me wit' a married man." Den, 'e frowned, "But 'ow could dat lead ta 'er bein' burned? She couldn't be a witch. I mean," 'e 'eld up da first page, which 'ad a photograph o' 'er, "she looks so nice. Witches 'r' evil."
"Maybe she shouldn't 'ave 'ad an affirm* (*affair) wit' Nicola's hubby." Boss spoke up, droppin' da ash from 'is cigar on da ground. Alex stared at 'im 'n' shook 'er 'ead, "No. My mom would never do that. Never." I arched an eyebrow. "Wit' all due respect, senorita, 'ow do you know?" I asked. Alex shook 'er 'ead, "No. My mom is a good woman. She would never hurt someone."
"Yer right," Boss said in 'is jokin' voice, "Maybe she got da town ta do it." Alex glared at 'im so coldly I was surprised 'e didn't turn ta ice. "You know what? I'm outta here." She turned on 'er heel an' went inside a big 'ouse. Boss stood dere in shock b'fore growlin' n' shoutin', "Go, den! We don't need ya!" Wheezy looked sadly afta' 'er. I swear 'e looked ready ta cry. I didn't get it; why would 'e get all sappy ova' a babe who we only knew fer a day?
I slowly grinned. "I get it," I purred. "What?" Wheezy snapped back ta normal 'n' glared at me. "You like 'er." I tapped 'is nose. Wheezy's blue-gray face turned ta da color o' a campfire. "No I don't! What makes ya t'ink dat?!" 'E growled. "It's obvious!" I growled back, playf'lly. "She must be like, two 'r t'ree years olda' dan me!" Wheezy was screamin' now. "So? Da last chiquita I was wit' was 10 years olda' dan me!" I answered.
"Shut da f--"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Wheezy was cut off by a loud scream. We all turned ta da big house. My ears weren't da sharpest in da world, but I could tell dose screams 'ad been Alex's. An' dey were comin' from da house. "C'mon! I love rescuing damsels in distress!" I gestured ta da house dramatically, just for da hell o' it. "Yeah well," Boss pulled out 'is revolver, "if we gott start befriendin'* (beheading) ghosts, I'm gonna have a cow."
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When we reached da door, a loud noise blared t'rough da foggy, damp air. I realized what dey* (*they) were, an' my blood turned ta ice; da sirens. Like b'fore, da sky blackened, 'n' da temp'rature dropped at least 20 degrees. Plus, I 'eard a weird crackling sound, like a fire burnin'. I looked down, as did da others, 'n' I saw da pavement goin' from cracked an' gray ta black charred. Even aroun' us, da place looked different; all of a sudden, da abandoned cars in da streets were replaced in way olda' ones, like 20 years back. Some o' da buildin's suddenly looked like dey were under construction, when dey'd been up 'n' ready a minute ago.
"Ya can admire da agriculture* (*architecture) lata'!" Boss grabbed me by da sleeve 'n' dragged me inside.
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Da house was pretty nice. Y'know, fer bein' abandoned. Dere was a spiral staircase leadin' upstairs, but da wood was rottin'. Da ceiling just about looked ready ta cave in, but dere* (*there) was a dusty sofa next ta a bookshelf, which was fulla Bibles (I could tell; my mama'd been one o' da most religeous, God-lovin' weasels in town). Dere was even a faded rug wit' patterns o' flowers 'n' birds.
Huddled in da corner was Alex. 'Er eyes were wide, 'n' she was shakin' like a leaf. "Alex!" Wheezy was da first ta kneel b'side 'er, "Are ya--hack!--OK?" Alex trembled some more 'n' whispered, "I...I saw her." "Duh, who?" Stupid asked. "The ghost..." Alex answered.
B'fore Boss could pitch in, da room started changin'. Sunlight flooded from da broken windows, which were gettin' cleaner 'n' less broken by da second. Da wooden on da stairs healed. All da dust rose from da furniture 'n' dissolved, 'n' da ceilin' suddenly looked normal. "What da--?" Boss trailed off. Physco whimpered, 'n' I noticed da colors in 'is eyes 'ad changed again. "Da paaaaaast..." 'E whispered.
"YOU TWO-TIMER!" A voice screamed from upstairs. We all jumped, 'n' Boss pulled out 'is gun. Wheezy clutched Alex's paw. Alex frowned, "...Mother?"
As if on cue, Nicola came runnin' down da stairs, but even she looked different. Da gray in 'er hair was gone, an' she couldn'ta been olda' dan 20. "You betrayed our marriage! You--you got that ridiculous gimp pregnant!" She was screamin' up da stairs. A gray weasel wit' black hair 'n' pale green eyes came down; 'e looked almost afraid o' 'er. "No! It's--it's not what you think!" He shouted. "Nick, Nick," Nicola waved 'er paw at 'im 'n' refused ta look 'im in da face, "it is over!" I couldn't help but notice dat dey hadn't even noticed our presence.
Nicola tore 'er weddin' ring offa 'er finger 'n' put a paw on da doorknob. Nick shouted, "Wait! I--I have a reason!" "Alright then, let's hear it." Nicola mocked. "S-Samantha...is a Siren. She bewitched me. She's evil, Nicola, pure evil. I never would've even looked at her if not for her power!" 'E was splutterin'. Wheeze growled an' started ta get up, but Alex 'n' Stupid kept 'im down. Nicola slowly slid 'er paw offa da doorknob. She made 'er way back t'wards Nick wit' a malevolent smile on 'er face. "Now that's something worth listening to." She smiled, bobbin' 'er 'ead, "I'll get the ceremony ready."
"NO!" Wheezy shouted. As 'e did, Nick 'n' Nicola dissolved, an' ev'rything 'round us changed 'gain. Da sunlight faded, 'n' da room went back ta its original, crumblin' state. When I looked at Wheezy, 'is eyes were brimmin'. "Would no one pity 'er?" 'E asked. Alex looked ready ta cry 'erself. She clung on 'is paw 'n' stroked 'is fingers wit' 'er otha' paw. I couldn't 'elp but smile softly at 'em.
My smile slipped offa my face. Dere was a weird crackin' noise comin' from above us.
What the--?
Chunks o' wood 'n' concrete started fallin' down. "Duck 'n' cobbler!* (cover)" Boss shouted, pushin' me 'n' Stupid down. Physco yelped 'n' got down, coverin' 'is face wit' 'is eyes. A second lata', we were completely buried in concrete, plaster, 'n' wood.
I gasped 'n' thrust my paw outta dere. Den, I worked on gettin'' all dat weight offa my face 'til I could stick my 'ead out. Boss came right afta' me, "Is ev'rybody OK?" "Duh, yep!" Stupid shouted. Physco's head popped out. Afta' shakin' 'is 'ead, 'e coughed 'n' nodded. "An' Alex? Wheezy?" Boss asked, risin' from da sea o' rubble. Alex broke out, gaspin'. "Senorita!" I pulled myself up 'n' wobbled ta 'er. "You OK?" I knelt next ta 'er. Alex's face was strained, 'n' she was breathin' t'rough 'er teeth. I frowned 'n' looked at 'er. Dere was a sharp piece o' wood stickin' t'rough 'er leg. "OK, Imma get dis out, OK?" I asked, grippin' da wood. She nodded quickly 'n' cova'ed* (covered) 'er ears wit' 'er paws. I gritted my teeth 'n' yanked da wood outta 'er leg. It made a gross shlop sound, like when a watermelon is t'rown on da ground.
She gasped 'n' gave me a small smile, "Thank you." "Where's Wheezy?" Boss asked. I looked 'round, 'n' noticed a small pile o' rubble risin' 'bove da rest. "I t'ink 'e's 'ere." I started clawin' da junk off. Physco 'n' Boss 'elped out while Stupid 'elped Alex up.
Sure, we reached Wheezy, but dat wasn't what made Boss drop 'is revolver. It was da invisible shield around Wheezy, keepin' da rubble from touchin' 'im. Wheezy's eyes were squeezed shut, but when 'e opened 'em, da remainin' rubble fell uselessly on da ground. "Wheeze," Boss brushed dust offa 'is suit 'n' 'elped Wheezy up, "'ow didya do dat?" "I 'ave no idea." 'E shook 'is 'ead. When 'e saw Alex's bleedin' leg, 'e looked ready ta scream. "What 'appened?!" 'E shouted, kneelin' down ta look at da damage. "I got a stick impaled in my leg," Alex explained. "Duh, yeah!" Stupid nodded, "But Greasy pulled da stick out! All betta'!" "No, not all betta'!" Wheezy snarled, "We gotta get 'er ta a doctor." "There's Simon." Alex piped up. We all stared at 'er. "Simon, as in, from Alvin 'n' da Chipmunks?" Boss asked.
"Yeah," Alex nodded, "He's the only one of us to make out anything from the medicine books." "Not surprised," Boss muttered, "Can ya walk, doll?" Alex pursed 'er lips, looked at 'er leg, 'n' shook 'er 'ead. "Here," Wheezy said, "I'll carry ya." B'fore Alex could protest (which I doubt she woulda done), Wheezy 'ad lifted 'er in 'is arms an' 'eld 'er bridal style.
We all stared at 'em. Wheezy's face reddened 'n' said, "Well?" Boss cleared 'is t'roat 'n' said, "Physco. Sniff out our trout* (*trail)." Physco made a salute an' went on all fours. In a second, 'e was sniffin' 'is way outta da house, all of us close by.
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Post by disneyplease on Jun 24, 2011 14:18:01 GMT -5
Nice work KeyGirl!!! DisneyPlease!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jun 24, 2011 15:29:18 GMT -5
Thanks! On a scale from 1 to 10, how much would u give this story so far?
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Post by disneyplease on Jun 24, 2011 16:34:37 GMT -5
well, I'd say that right now
this story is either a 7 or 8
DisneyPlease!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jun 25, 2011 4:22:07 GMT -5
Thank you!
Chapter 9: Smart Guy's POV
By da time Simon 'ad finished cleanin' out Alex's round* (*wound), I neva' wanted ta see blood again. Alex was sittin' dere on da gurdey, lookin' at 'er leg like it was a monsta'. Wheezy was standin' near 'er da whole time.
If 'e was tryna make us t'ink 'e didn't like Alex, 'e was doin' a hell o' a job.
"You'll have a pretty ugly scar," Simon was sayin', "But you'll get to keep the foot." Den, 'e leapt from da table ta a cabinet. 'E came out a second lata' wit' a glass jar almost 's big 's 'im; it was filled wit' murky water 'n' some black things. "You're in luck," Simon smiled, "These ugly black b*stards like the blood."
Alex's eyes widened 'n shock. "Oh, God no!" She whimpered. "But they're necessary!" Simon said. Wheezy shook 'is 'ead, "No, she don't want 'em on 'er." "They're necessary." Simon repeated, a lot more crowdly* (*coldly) dis time. Wit'out anoda* (*another) word, 'e opened da jar, pulled out a squirrelin'* (*squirming) leech, 'n' dropped it on Alex's cut. She squeezed 'er eyes shut, 'n' I'm not sure she breathed. Afta' a moment, Simon yanked da leech off 'n' plopped it back in da jar. "Now was that so hard?" 'E asked.
"YES!" Alex snapped. Simon rolled 'is eyes 'n' put da jar back. "Well, it's been a privilage to heal you. Keep that foot off ground for about two weeks." 'E said, givin' us a mock salute b'fore disappearin'. Alex was still pantin' a lil', 'n' Wheezy 'adn't budged from 'er side. I grinned 'n' said, "So, whaddoya guys t'ink 'append? Out dere, I mean." Greasy seemed ta t'ink a minute b'fore sayin', "I'm sorry, senorita, but da clues lead up ta yer mama. She caused Wheezy's mama's fate."
"NO!" Alex shouted, "My mom would never do that!" I glared at 'er, "Ya got a betta' suggestion? Whaddoya t'ink da clues 'r' leadin' up ta? Dat Wheezy's mom burned 'erself up?!" Alex pressed 'er fist 'gainst 'er forehead 'n' was sobbin' in a sec. Wheezy looked at me lard* (*hard) 'n' turned ta Physco, "Phy, what did ya see exactly...durin' dose* (*those)...visions?"
Physco whimpered but stutta'd, "N-N-Nick...N-Nicola...burnin'...S-S-Samantha." Alex's eyes widened 'gain. "So my mother and stepfather burned your mother alive," She shook 'er 'ead, "I'm...I'm so sorry, Wheezy." Wheezy smiled softly at 'er 'n' said, "Um, guys? Could I tawk* (*talk) ta Alex alone?" "Cierto, just don't moan too much." Greasy grinned. Alex 'n' Wheezy glared at 'im. I just kicked 'im in da shin 'n' dragged 'im 'n' Stupid out. Physco giggled shrilly 'n' followed.
Da second we were outta da room, I pressed my 'gainst da door. "Y'know," Greasy said, "Dere's a t'ing called 'privacy'." I glared at 'im, "Ya got a point?" Greasy looked at me 'n' shrugged, "Not really." I nodded at 'im 'n' continued ta listen.
"So...Nick wasn't yer dad?" Wheezy was sayin'. "No, he was my stepdad. My real dad died when I was three." Dere was a prize* (*pause). "'Ow old 'r' ya?" Wheezy asked. I slapped my paw ova' my face. 'Oh, great job, Wheeze,' I t'ought ta myself, 'if yer lucky, maybe she'll kick ya where it hurts.' Instead, I 'eard da dame laughin', "I'm 24." "Well, 4 years isn't that much ta..." "To?" Alex pressed on. I bit my lip. "...Ta be..." Wheezy continued. 'Shaddup!' I t'ought. "What?" Alex sounded kinda amused. "Nothin'. Friends." Wheezy finished. 'Nice save...not!' I t'ought. Alex chuckled 'gain 'n' said, "You're kind of strange. You know that, right?" "Uh, well, I ain't sure if 'strange' is da right word--" "I like it. You're not like everyone else." 'Nice one' I t'ought ta myself. I almost wished dere was a hole 'r' somethin' so I could see da show.
"Act'lly, now dat ya mention it, I am a bit weird." Wheezy said, "Guess that's whatcha get fer hangin' round Physco." Dere was some chucklin'. I just hoped Wheeze wouldn't laugh 'imself silly like last time. "Thanks again for helping me...y'know, get here." I could practically 'ear Alex blush. I rolled my eyes 's Wheezy replied, "No problem."
"Um, ¡hola, Nicola." I 'eard Greasy say nervously. I gulped 'n' turned 'round. Sure enough, da ol' bag was standin' dere wit' a Bible on 'er 'eart. "Hello," she said wit' da animation o' a wet carrot, "Simon tells me my daughter is injured. Where is she?" "Uhhh..." If Nicola walked 'n 'n' Wheezy was burstin'* (*busting) a move, we were dead. "She's in 'er room."
Nicola nodded 'n' looked me up 'n' down, 'er stare was mold* (*cold) 's snow. "What?" I humphed. "Good Christian men need fear nothing." Nicola said. Greasy 'n' I exchanged a trance* (*glance). "We ain't scared." I said. "Oh yes you are," Nicola said, "Twenty years this town has been in the Devil's hand, and you five little boys walk right through our gate."
A loud moan echoed t'rough da hall. Probably came from outside, but it still made my knees wobble. "Duh, what's that?" Stupid asked. "The demon," Nicola said wit'out lookin' at 'im, "Da Devil's malevolence."
She took a step t'wards me, even t'ough we were already close, "Outsiders are to drown like a newborn deformity. To be pulled out like an infected appendix. To be cast into Hell like a horrid witch!" She was so close ta me now I could smell 'er. She hadn't bathed in five or six days. Bleah. She glared slightly at me 'n' said, "Don't forget to say your prayers, gentlemen."
Den, she left. We were silent fer a second.
"Dese people 'r nuts." I said.
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