Hello there! I'm Azmarsonic, nice ta meet ya! Don't hit me for my typing skillz. I'm Aussie, so I'm aloud ta talk like this (fives Wally) GO AUSSIES –ahem- yes

Well here goes nothing. I really shouldn't be writing this since I have an assessment tomorrow aaaaand another story which is nowhere near complete but i just had to!

I do not own KND or ANY of its characters!

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"Ah thought that cruddy day would never end!"

"Numbuh 5 knows what you mean"

"Mrs Salabun seriously needs to retire!"

"Not to mention getting a makeover! That lady needs a rainbow monkey skirt or something!"

"She acts quite suspicious for a teacher if you ask me. Maybe I should look into it"

It was a typical afternoon for Sector V of the Kids Next Door as the five team members strolled home after another boring day of school. In truth, life couldn't be more bliss. Battling adult tyranny, completing mission after mission, hanging out at Lime Ricky's or simply being together, the team couldn't be happier.

"Any missions today Numbuh 1?" Hoagie, or Numbuh 2, enquired. His yellow tinted pilot goggles glinted in the sunlight as he glanced at his leader next to him.

"Yea! Ah'm in the mood for some serious adult butt kicking!" Wally, Numbuh 4, shouted as he pumped his fist into the air.

"I'm afraid not Numbuh 2" Nigel replied with a sigh "there's been some trouble in some of the other Sectors but they state they need no assistance, so I guess it's, once again, another peaceful night". Hoagie shrugged, while Wally shoved his hands back into his pockets.

"Well Numbuh 5 thinks we should enjoy the peace and quiet. It's been a long time since we had this long a break" Abigail's calm voice appeared from beside Hoagie.

"Yeh! This means we can spend more time together too!" Kuki piped up from in-between Nigel and Wally.

"But it's so boooooring" Wally complained "there's nothing ta do but sit around and do nothing!"

"We-ell, why don't you watch the new Rainbow Monkey Mo-"

"NO!"

"But it's the ne-"

"Ah said NO"

"You said you were bored!"

"YEA. But that doesn't mean I wanna watch stuuupid Rainbow Dorkies with ya!"Wally snapped at her

"But i wanna see it with yooou!" Kuki cried

"Then see it with Numbuh 1 or someone else"

"But she wants to see it with YOU, Numbuh 4" Nigel emphasised with a grin. Wally's face touched pink.

"Ah'm not seeing any cruddy rainbow monkey movie, so THERE"

"Buut Wally!" Kuki's eyes watered slightly

"Aww Numbuh 4, look what you've done" Hoagie gave an over-done pouted, puppy eyed look at him.

"AH SAID NO!"

Abby shook her head with a smile at her friends bickering. Life truly was bliss.

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Once everyone had split up in the direction of their homes, the only thing Numbuh 4 could hear was the thudding of his blue sneakers on the concrete. He eventually arrived at his house, turning into the driveway and heading up to his front door. He didn't live in an uptight part of town like Kuki did. But it wouldn't be classified as the downtown area either, just a middle class suburb with 2 slightly overgrown playgrounds and a grey power plant somewhere along the road.

"Ah'm HOME!" his automatic call sounded throughout his entire hallway as he stepped into the homely house.

"Welcome home Wallabee, and how is ma lil' marsupial? Did ya have a good day at school?" his mum cooed from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her Aboriginal painted apron as she appeared in the living room with Joey crawling along behind her.

"School's cruddy boring. What's tha point in going?" he grumbled, ruffling his little brother's hair affectionately.

"For education, my dear Kangaroo, what with your report card!"

Wally ignored his mother as he climbed the stairs and entered his room, closing the worn door behind him. He dumped his bag on his , no longer visible, floor and collapsed on his unmade, battered bed.

He was bored, and he was tired.

Wally lay there for almost half an hour before he finally decided to do his homework. Sighing he sat down at his desk with his maths sheet. Grabbing a pencil he answered the following questions.

1. 9 + 4 - 1 = 6

2. 2 x 2 = 27

3. 20 ÷ 5 = $ 6.50

4. 2.1 + 1.2 – 3.3= 370000

5. 20000 + 350000 = 0

6. $100 – 20c = Chilidogs

It was getting quite dark when he heard his dad come home and greet his mother. Wally sighed, deciding to give up on maths and start his history.

As he worked on explaining how World War 1 started because England didn't like Germany's food and Paris was jealous that the German's soccer team were beating them. Wally heard the doorbell ring. He paused for a second before continuing with his report. It was probably some cruddy scammer trying to get some money, or their neighbours asking for some sugar. Suddenly the voices downstairs rose a little. Wally placed his pencil down and got up from his desk. His parent's never raised their voices. Unless it was at him and usually that was because he had done something like break some sort of china, or create a hole in the wall, or turn the kitchen entirely black, or getting in trouble for picking a fight at school. Apart from that they hardly ever shouted. As he reached his door a loud crack suddenly echoed throughout the house followed by a thud. It seemed to shake the house to its foundations and the silence that followed it gave an ominous feeling. The sound sent chills throughout Wally's body. Slamming the door open, he bolted downstairs but as he turned around the staircase railing he froze.

It was as if he went colour blind and all he could see was red. The red that was slowly flowing out from his father, soaking into the carpet to stain it forever scarlet. The red droplets that covered the edges of the wall and his father's face.

His face.

It was white, so deathly white. He lay there unmoving, eyes glazed over in an empty, unseen emotion. His golden lock of hair, so much like Wally's, lay messily on the carpet and over his face. His mouth lay slightly agape as if whispering his last unheard words. Wally looked at his father's body, to his mother's shocked, dripping face, to silent Joey in the corner, to the stranger that stood in the lounge room.

HIS lounge room. In front of HIS mother and father and HIS brother. Wally mightn't be stupid, but it didn't take him more than a second to look at the gun, in this intruder's hands to know what had happened.

Something inside of him snapped.

Wally grabbed the closest thing to him and threw it at the man with all the force he had. The vase shattered on the side of the man's face, causing blood to ooze out of the appearing cuts.

"WHAT THE CRUD HAVE YA DONE TO MA DAD" Wally screamed.

The noise seemed to be a trigger as suddenly his mother burst into tears, as she fell beside her husband, calling for him to come back. Joey started crying, and like his brother, threw anything he could at the intruder.

The man turned to Wally and glared at him. Wally, unfazed, grabbed another item, this time a gumtree candle stick holder, and flung it at him. The piece of heavy wood thudded painfully against the man's shoulder, much to the stranger's anger. He turned towards the small Australian, his heavy steps, vibrating the carpet floor. He didn't even blink as a teddy bear was harmlessly flung against him. Wally looked around for something else he could throw. Spotting the umbrella in the corner he quickly grabbed one and turning around to meet the approaching adult.

"Make one step closer and Ah swear Ah'll rip ya ta pieces" Wally shouted. The man ignored his threat and continued towards him. The gun thudded on the floor as he dropped his weapon and drew out from his coat a ragged edged knife.

Wally growled. "Ah'm goin'ta kill ya, ya cruddy murderer!"

Wally lunged swinging his umbrella at the man with all the strength he could muster. Dodging, the man swung his blade at Wally, only missing him by inches. Wally jumped back, before lunging again, his anger overpowering any rational sense or fighting techniques he knew. All he wanted to do was see this man in pain.

Instead of hitting him, his arm and back seemed to turn into flames. Dropping his weapon, he grabbed his arm, yelling in pain. A long gash from the tip of his right shoulder to the middle of his back soaked his orange shirt red, making it stick to him uncomfortably. Still pumping with adrenaline, he tried to stand up and dodge the next attack. The dripping blade grazed the edge of his eyebrow and cheek, only narrowly missing his left eye. He growled hardly noticing his eyesight turn red, as blood flowed freely down his face and neck. His cheek prickled with pain, but was overshadowed by the burning pain of his shoulder and back. Once he had regained as much balance as he could, he looked around for another weapon. He eyes fell upon the dropped gun. Mustering up all the strength within him he dived clumsily for the gun, ignoring all pain that seared throughout his body. But his hands grasped empty air as the stranger, with such ferocious speed, grabbed the end of the gun from his grasp and brought the butt down onto Wally's head. And the world went completely black.

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Voices echoed around his head making him flinch. Why couldn't they go away? His head felt like it was on fire or something and it wouldn't stop throbbing. Everything was black and yet it looked like it was swirling. Whatever it was he didn't like it, but his eyelids felt so heavy. He tried opening them but couldn't. Stupid cruddy eyelids! Open already!

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Wally groaned as he finally managed to open his eyes and take in his surroundings. He was belly down on the floor, his head slightly turned to the side. He blinked a little, trying to get the little bit of blood in his eyes away and grunted in an attempt to roll himself over and up. As he placed his hands behind him to support himself, he realized he was holding something. He brought the heavy object to his face, focusing on it. The gun lay in the palm of his hand, heavily. It's butt slightly sticky with blood. He dropped it in disgust, the noise ringing loudly throughout the silent house. He glared at the gun in confusion and anger. Its dull lustre gleamed at him as if tormenting him, calling to him.

I killed your family.

Wally jumped as he remembered. Dad, Mum, JOEY! He swung his head around and almost threw up. Lying on the floor of his lounge room was his mother, father and little brother Joey. Their deathly pale faces made the blood that lay around them brighter than a fire. He gagged and shamefully turned his eyes away. He couldn't even look at them.

He didn't realize he was crying. He didn't notice that it was his voice calling, screaming for them to come back to him. He just curled up in the corner as he unknowingly cried his heart out.

They couldn't be dead they just couldn't.

He didn't notice the voices outside getting louder. Didn't notice when they broke through the door and walked in. Didn't notice anything; for nothing mattered any more.