Join Date: February 25, 2006
Location: In a galaxy far, far away
Re: an Untitled story by my friend Catie and I
I knew that in a matter of time, theyâ€™d be on our tails again. And this time, I couldnâ€™t threaten them with the olâ€™ â€œcome closer and Iâ€™ll crush your head with an anvil.â€ That could result in complications.
Once underground, we started running away from the manhole cover. Though we werenâ€™t â€œnearâ€ it, I could still hear it crash open as we hid.
â€œI need to get this off. Either I need it off, or you two need to leave. They canâ€™t find us all,â€ I whispered as we walked further, â€œHave we got ANYTHING to conduct electricity?â€
â€œIâ€™m pretty sure I could start something with my magnetism, but Iâ€™m not sure how,â€ he said.
â€œWell, I donâ€™t know how either, and Iâ€™d rather like to keep my life, thanks,â€ I said, shortly. I wasnâ€™t really trying to be cross with him. I was just upset.
â€œThen your only other choice is to cut it out, Ro,â€ Fin intervened, holding up the razor. Another idea clicked in my head.
â€œOne of you cut it off,â€ I said, moving my hair to reveal the chip.
â€œWhat? No! Youâ€™ll bleed, and you could be infected, andâ€¦crap like that. Thatâ€™s even worse than the electricity idea!â€ Shamus countered, taking a step back. I forced the razor into his hands.
â€œCâ€™mon, you have to do it, or leave,â€ I replied, urging him to do it.
â€œI canâ€™t. Have Fin do it,â€ he insisted. I gave him a look.
â€œNo offense, Fin, but youâ€™ve already tried to kill me once. I donâ€™t think Iâ€™m going to trust you for a long time,â€ I said. He looked a little hurt, but shrugged.
â€œShamus, look. When you get it out, Iâ€™ll imagine it not cut. And then weâ€™ll all be fine. It wonâ€™t kill me,â€ I coaxed, showing him the back of my neck again. He heaved a sigh and touched the cold metal to the spot right next to the chip.
â€œDonâ€™t scream. Andâ€¦if you dieâ€¦donâ€™t blame me,â€ he said slowly, beginning to saw away at my skin. I clenched my hands and gritted my teeth. God, it hurt. Alright, so I knew itâ€™d hurt, but not like this. Blood dripped down my neck, and the cut throbbed like a bass drum.
â€œWaitâ€¦I got it,â€ Shamus said, pulling it out. I gasped in pain, and turned around to look at it. It was covered in blood, and resembled something of a large, circular tick. Grimacing, I took it from him and threw it into the river of sewage water that was running the past us. There was a momentâ€™s silence.
â€œOh, my god. That hurt,â€ I said weakly, patching it up in my mind.
I dropped the razor which was carried away by the sewer water. â€œWas that easier for you or for me? I canâ€™t tell,â€ I said nonchalantly.
The helicopter was circling the area above. It had probably lost the signal, so Vollmerâ€™s goons were probably trying to spot Ro from above. â€œNow where do we go?â€ Fin said, glancing down the grime-covered tunnel.
Ro grimaced. â€œThrough more sewer, then?â€
I sighed. â€œItâ€™s our best bet. The helicopter hasnâ€™t left yet.â€
Fin nervously stared down the sewer tunnel. â€œBut itâ€™s darkâ€¦â€ he complained quietly.
â€œFine, here, Iâ€™ll make flashlights,â€ Ro said. â€œAt least I have my powers back.
â€œBut getting dumped out of the fire into the frying pan is still to come, I can sense,â€ chimed I. Ro shoved my shoulder, a grimy handprint pressed onto my gray shirt type thing. Ro put her hands out, palms up. She closed her eyesâ€¦ and a glob of runny black goo appeared. Fin couldnâ€™t help but snort, but the smile was scraped off his face when the goo started consuming her hands, crawling up her arms, trying to wrap itself around every inch of Roâ€™s body.
â€œGuys? Help me!!â€ Ro screamed.
Yeah, I donâ€™t think that I wouldâ€™ve minded it so much, except that it was compressing my arms, and spreading to my shoulders and chest. As it moved, it squeezed tightly. My breathing increased as I gave a panicked look to Fin and Shamus.
â€œDo something!â€ I cried. It spread down my stomach to my legs. Somehow, and I donâ€™t know how, it caused my legs to give out, allowing me to land hard on my knees.
â€œIâ€”I canâ€™t!â€ Fin shouted. He clamped onto my arm, attempting to strip the stuff from my, but his hands slipped off. Shamus tried, but the same thing happened to him. I could feel it on my chest, trying to collapse my ribcage, to totally crush me. It started creeping up my neck, cutting off my breath. Oh, my god, I couldnâ€™t breathe. Was I going to die here? In a SEWER!?
Yet, in a moment, the black goo receded. I took deep gulping breaths, as it shrank back to my hands and disappeared. Suddenly, two flashlights appeared in front of Shamus and Fin, hovering there for a second or two before falling. They each caught them before they hit the water.
â€œMy God, what fresh hell was that?!â€ I asked to no one in particular. Fin helped me to my feet, and I nodded him a thanks.
â€œSee! I told you we shouldnâ€™t have cut the chip out!â€ Shamus exclaimed, turning the flashlight on. Well, at least it was bright.
â€œOh? Trust me, that was no where near as bad as what Vollmer can do to you. Iâ€™d choose that any day,â€ I replied morbidly, just to throw things into perspective.
Twenty minutes later we were lost in the sewers. Donâ€™t worry, readers, the rest of the story doesnâ€™t take place in the sewers. â€œThis sucks, you know,â€ I said, cutting the twenty-minute silence.
â€œHa, I didnâ€™t know that,â€ Ro said sarcastically.
â€œJust shut up, Ro,â€ I snapped. â€œI mean, what is our short-term goal here? What are we trying to do? Where are we trying to go? We havenâ€™t even decided what weâ€™re trying to do here. Weâ€™re just wandering aimlessly. If weâ€™re just going to do that we might as well sit on our butts until Iris and Ceil rescue everyone for us. If Ceil hasnâ€™t already killed Iris.â€
Ro was about to speak, but then suddenly a voice cut through the dark. â€œHe hasnâ€™t, trust me.â€
The voice made me tense, but I relaxed when I realized who it was.
â€œIris!â€ I cried. I was going to give her a hug, but I remembered what happened last time I tried to hug someone. â€œIâ€™m so glad youâ€™re ok.â€
â€œYeah, same here. Have you guys met up with any trouble?â€ she asked.
â€œWell, I broke the map, we were chased out of town, Fin found us and tried to kill Ro, I got shot, weâ€™re currently being chased by Vollmerâ€™s goons, everyoneâ€™s being executed in tomorrowâ€¦did I miss anything, Ro?â€ Shamus said, counting off on his fingers.
â€œOh, we cut the chip out of my neck, and now I can imagine things, but I nearly die. I dunno about flying. But something bad is bound to happen,â€ I replied, nodding.
â€œTomorrow? So soon?â€ Ceil asked, his face distressed.
â€œYeah. Shouldnâ€™t you have known about this?â€ Shamus pointed his finger in Ceilâ€™s chest.
â€œVollmer himself had said that he was not going to kill anyone. Put through pain, yes. But never kill. They are too valuable to him,â€ Ceil said, â€œI am sorry.â€
â€œIâ€™ll bet you are,â€ Shamus muttered under his breath.
â€œStop now. Donâ€™t take it too far. But weâ€™ve got to do something,â€ I said, changing the subject.
â€œBut what?â€ Iris asked.
â€œItâ€™s simple. All weâ€™ve got to do is stick together from now on. If they find us, we just have to kill them. At this point, itâ€™s either us or them, and itâ€™s gotta be us,â€ Shamus said. Well, look who was passing around inspiration.
â€œYeah, but Iâ€™m not sure what Iâ€™m going to do,â€ I interrupted. He gave me a bit of a sour look, his face brightening as he got an idea.
â€œOne of us will stay with you at all times. Itâ€™s fool proof!â€
I bit my lip. Habit wanted me to say that he was completely wrong, and this was a ridiculously stupid idea, yet logic said he was right. I sighed, and nodded.
And hoped none of us would get killed.
"So now all we have to do," I continued, "is locate Vollmer's H.Q. and plan some sort of sneak attack. And we have to do it byâ€¦ what time is it?"
Ceil pressed a little button on his very cool-looking watch. "It is six P.M. here. I'd estimate, if Vollmer intends to kill the detainee Dumaniz tomorrow, he will be doing it at sunrise, which is preciselyâ€¦" Ceil pressed another button and a graph popped up in the form of a hologram. Why do the bad guys get all the gadgets?! "â€¦6:46 tomorrow morning." Then the hologram closed, Iris taking and releasing a deep breath of nervousness.
"Well since Shamus deleted our dumb map," Ro said, begging for a dirty look to be thrown at her, "we'll need to use yours, Ceil and Iris." Iris took out the little Game Boy-like device and opened the holographic map. A big orange square indicated Vollmer's H.Q. A bunch of little green ones indicated the warehouses, and the space in between must have been the pathways.
"This doesn't help, we're in the sewers," Iris muttered.
"Press the round button next to the on-off button." The view of the messed-up world we were in flipped around and showed the sewers.
"Okay," I said. "But where are we?" Iris fiddled around a bit and eventually a little blip showed up. "I think this is us!" I said, excited that we were getting somewhere. Then another blip showed up, which looked like two circles inside each other. It was moving to our stationary blip. (I love that word! Blip! Blip! Blip!)
"Okay, what's going on?!" Ro said. We turned at the sound of a gun cocking and were suddenly blinded by six big flashlights.
"Sing when the only microphone is your hairbrush...
Dance when the only audience is your mirror...
And act whenever you feel like it."
I have now realized that I could care less about what other people think of me, and thusforth, I am becoming an //individual// again.
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