Falling (A Fic By The Usa! ^-^)
(A/N: Heh, this is why I should NOT be allowed to write a fic after watching 'Terminator'. This just came to mind. All chappies are typed up, I just need to post them. When I get enough reviews, I will do that. Until then, no more ficcy chappies for yoo. R+R!)
It was dark. Dark and quiet. The only light came from two red eyes glowing in the pitch-blackness. Soon after, a second pair of red eyes shone brightly.
"I'm hungry!"
"Sssh! Do you want us to get caught?"
"No...."
"Then shut up!"
"Rex!"
"SSSSSHHH!"
A light flickered on. The surroundings were revealed to be an office building, with everyone gone for the evening. Esper Roba and Rex Raptor were sneaking through, searching for something.
"Did you turn the light on?" Rex snapped.
"Nooo..." Roba said, but was soon cut off. He felt cold metal against his head. He turned around.
"Roba, come on, we-" Rex started, turning around. "ROBA!"
Roba stood helpless as guards grasped his arms tightly, another with a gun to his head. Rex attempted to inhale, but it came out as a small squeak.
"Rex!" Roba whined. "Help me!"
"What are two duelists such as yourselves doing in the KaibaCorp. building?" a guard asked, taking hold of Rex's arm.
"Let us go!" Rex snarled. "We did nothing to you!"
"Why the hell are you here?" the guard asked again.
"You don't need to know! I have authority!" Rex warned.
"What authority? Being a shrimp?" the second guard laughed.
"You'll pay for that, or my name ain't Rex Raptor." Rex muttered.
"Rex Raptor? THE Rex Raptor? The dinosaur duelist?" the first guard asked.
Rex took off the metal helmet he was wearing and grinned proudly, his long chestnut hair and purple bangs falling into place. He grinned an evil grin.
"Yeah. Oh, wait 'til I tell Seto Kaiba you were terrorizing one of the best duelists in his tournament. He'll have your jobs, make no mistake..." Rex said, a wide grin spread across his face. The guards gave each other worried looks.
"W-we're sorry, Mr. Raptor, sir.....you can continue here, we'll just uh....leave."
"Then do so." Rex said. Roba stuck his tongue out at the guards.
"But that one's coming with us." They added. Roba looked like a deer in headlights.
"You can't be serious!" he said.
Rex glared at the guards. The guards yanked Roba's arm towards the automatic sliding doors. Roba tried to run back to Rex (as well as his equipment), and was failing miserably. He disappeared out the sliding doors with the guards, kicking and screaming.
"My god....why did I have to work with the stupidest of-"
A shot cut off Rex's thought.
"...dammit! Roba!" he said.
A figure dashed through the sliding doors, stopped abruptly and locked them (with the hit of a button, of course).
"Roba?" Rex said in disbelief.
"They wouldn't let go of my typing hand, so I used my gun hand to teach 'em a lesson." Roba said, grinning.
He took off his helmet, showing off his mint-toned hair. He shook his head, letting the hair fall to his shoulders. He removed his night-vision goggles (which Rex still hadn't done yet) and blinked.
"Light...." he said, staring into space. Rex picked up a nearby stapler and whipped it at Roba's forehead. Upon contact, Roba snapped back into reality.
"We have a job to do. There's something here that shouldn't be. I can taste it." Rex said, barely above a whisper.
"Taste? What does it taste like?" Roba asked, removing an offending staple from his hair.
"Oh, shut up and help me look for the testing labs." Rex said, laughing.
"I think I saw a sign back in the lobby." Roba said, thinking back.
"Then let's move the hell out!" Rex said, dashing towards the lobby.
"The hell?" Rex said, looking around. Guards. Tons of them. And they all had their guns pointed at THEM.
"Well, this isn't good." Roba observed.
"First smart thing you've said all day." Rex said, as he was seized painfully by the arms.
"You're leaving." A voice said from the back. Seto Kaiba walked out from a door behind the receptionist's desk, a smirk across his face. "Or better yet, guards, lock them downstairs in the B Chamber. That's a simpler alternative."
"B Chamber- OW! Let go of my arm, ya weirdo!" Rex screamed.
"Oh. Well, this is certainly bad." Roba said, shaking.
They were locked in a room full of little tanks, each with the label 'Bio- Narcolepsy Vapor'.
"That'd be even worse if I knew what it meant." Roba said, his hand behind his head.
"You dork! Bio-Narcolepsy means it'll put us to sleep, then kill us!" Rex snarled.
Roba gulped. The room began to fog up with blue fog, and Rex held his breath. Roba, however, was not so fortunate. He started to sway, then hit the ground with a 'thud'. Rex gasped in surprise, but that sudden intake of air proved fatal. The vapor entered his lungs, causing him to slump over. His surroundings went entirely black.
(A/N: I'm so mean. Oh, well, learn to deal. Tell me whatcha thought, and JOIN THE WEEVIL SUPPORT BRIGADE! .randomness. I love it. R+R! WAHAHA!)
(A/N: Heh, this is why I should NOT be allowed to write a fic after watching 'Terminator'. This just came to mind. All chappies are typed up, I just need to post them. When I get enough reviews, I will do that. Until then, no more ficcy chappies for yoo. R+R!)
It was dark. Dark and quiet. The only light came from two red eyes glowing in the pitch-blackness. Soon after, a second pair of red eyes shone brightly.
"I'm hungry!"
"Sssh! Do you want us to get caught?"
"No...."
"Then shut up!"
"Rex!"
"SSSSSHHH!"
A light flickered on. The surroundings were revealed to be an office building, with everyone gone for the evening. Esper Roba and Rex Raptor were sneaking through, searching for something.
"Did you turn the light on?" Rex snapped.
"Nooo..." Roba said, but was soon cut off. He felt cold metal against his head. He turned around.
"Roba, come on, we-" Rex started, turning around. "ROBA!"
Roba stood helpless as guards grasped his arms tightly, another with a gun to his head. Rex attempted to inhale, but it came out as a small squeak.
"Rex!" Roba whined. "Help me!"
"What are two duelists such as yourselves doing in the KaibaCorp. building?" a guard asked, taking hold of Rex's arm.
"Let us go!" Rex snarled. "We did nothing to you!"
"Why the hell are you here?" the guard asked again.
"You don't need to know! I have authority!" Rex warned.
"What authority? Being a shrimp?" the second guard laughed.
"You'll pay for that, or my name ain't Rex Raptor." Rex muttered.
"Rex Raptor? THE Rex Raptor? The dinosaur duelist?" the first guard asked.
Rex took off the metal helmet he was wearing and grinned proudly, his long chestnut hair and purple bangs falling into place. He grinned an evil grin.
"Yeah. Oh, wait 'til I tell Seto Kaiba you were terrorizing one of the best duelists in his tournament. He'll have your jobs, make no mistake..." Rex said, a wide grin spread across his face. The guards gave each other worried looks.
"W-we're sorry, Mr. Raptor, sir.....you can continue here, we'll just uh....leave."
"Then do so." Rex said. Roba stuck his tongue out at the guards.
"But that one's coming with us." They added. Roba looked like a deer in headlights.
"You can't be serious!" he said.
Rex glared at the guards. The guards yanked Roba's arm towards the automatic sliding doors. Roba tried to run back to Rex (as well as his equipment), and was failing miserably. He disappeared out the sliding doors with the guards, kicking and screaming.
"My god....why did I have to work with the stupidest of-"
A shot cut off Rex's thought.
"...dammit! Roba!" he said.
A figure dashed through the sliding doors, stopped abruptly and locked them (with the hit of a button, of course).
"Roba?" Rex said in disbelief.
"They wouldn't let go of my typing hand, so I used my gun hand to teach 'em a lesson." Roba said, grinning.
He took off his helmet, showing off his mint-toned hair. He shook his head, letting the hair fall to his shoulders. He removed his night-vision goggles (which Rex still hadn't done yet) and blinked.
"Light...." he said, staring into space. Rex picked up a nearby stapler and whipped it at Roba's forehead. Upon contact, Roba snapped back into reality.
"We have a job to do. There's something here that shouldn't be. I can taste it." Rex said, barely above a whisper.
"Taste? What does it taste like?" Roba asked, removing an offending staple from his hair.
"Oh, shut up and help me look for the testing labs." Rex said, laughing.
"I think I saw a sign back in the lobby." Roba said, thinking back.
"Then let's move the hell out!" Rex said, dashing towards the lobby.
"The hell?" Rex said, looking around. Guards. Tons of them. And they all had their guns pointed at THEM.
"Well, this isn't good." Roba observed.
"First smart thing you've said all day." Rex said, as he was seized painfully by the arms.
"You're leaving." A voice said from the back. Seto Kaiba walked out from a door behind the receptionist's desk, a smirk across his face. "Or better yet, guards, lock them downstairs in the B Chamber. That's a simpler alternative."
"B Chamber- OW! Let go of my arm, ya weirdo!" Rex screamed.
"Oh. Well, this is certainly bad." Roba said, shaking.
They were locked in a room full of little tanks, each with the label 'Bio- Narcolepsy Vapor'.
"That'd be even worse if I knew what it meant." Roba said, his hand behind his head.
"You dork! Bio-Narcolepsy means it'll put us to sleep, then kill us!" Rex snarled.
Roba gulped. The room began to fog up with blue fog, and Rex held his breath. Roba, however, was not so fortunate. He started to sway, then hit the ground with a 'thud'. Rex gasped in surprise, but that sudden intake of air proved fatal. The vapor entered his lungs, causing him to slump over. His surroundings went entirely black.
(A/N: I'm so mean. Oh, well, learn to deal. Tell me whatcha thought, and JOIN THE WEEVIL SUPPORT BRIGADE! .randomness. I love it. R+R! WAHAHA!)