It's here! The ultimate sick-minded poor-pookie make-you-cry-and-think-POOR-
WIL-BABY Zero torture ficlet! (we'll elect to ignore it's my first fic, in
which case the "ultimate" might have had to be taken out)
Well, give me a break, Eh, Man's got that Stanley torture ficcy going (which needs to be updated btw), you really didn't expect me to leave us poor Zero fangrls deprived did you?
Of course not.
Disclaimor: oh shut up, do you have to rub it in?!?
****
"It all turns to callous eventually, that's life."
Stanley Yelnats' blisters had turned to callous. As had his life.
'Just like Mr. Sir said.'
He fit in with the others boys now. Yes, d-tent had already accepted him, but now he truely was one of them. It was funny really, how sour life had suddenly turned on him.
'And to think I thought the curse was broken. That there could be a treasure out here. That Zero and I could have escaped.'
Zero had disappeared.
The Caveman wasn't about to sit quiet with that. Not when it came to his little brother.
"Hey, Caveman," someone called from above him. Stanley looked up, his swollen right eye glaring out at the world between three similarly purple and untreated scratches. Squid flinched at the sight of the pussing and bloody cuts.
"Yea?" Stanley pressed.
"You're done with your hole," Squid pointed out simply, pointing. Stanley, dumbfounded, looked down. His whole was indeed a good half-foot deeper than it had to be.
Confused, Stanley stared at his blistered and bleeding hands, watching as the end of his sleeves slowly turned red.
The Caveman was mad.
ooooo
It was his fault Zero was gone. If only he hadn't been so friggin stupid, if only he hadn't. . .
***If only, if only the woodpecker sighs***
It didn't matter now. The warden and the other councilors had caught Zero and Stanley around dawn, still digging feverishly for buried treasure like 3-year-olds.
***the bark on the trees was as soft as the skies***
Mr. Sir had immediately shot into the hole, aiming for one of the many lizards the two boys hadn't noticed in the dark. But the reptile was too quick. The bullet screamed home where the lizard's head had been only seconds before, ripping deep into the dark skin beneath. Stanley's ears were still ringing from Zero's shriek.
***The wolf waits below, so hungry and lonely***
And what had Stanley done? He went and passed out, when Zero needed him most. He had promised Zero never to let anything bad happen to him, not after Big Thumb. Look where Zero was now. Or rather, where he wasn't. But there had been so much blood. . .
***He cries to the moo-oo-oon***
Stanley had woken up in the Warden's cabin. The first word's out of his mouth were, "Where's Hector?" The Warden painted her nails.
***If only, if only***
She even took it so far as to cook up some crackpot story about Stanley stealing some jewelry of hers. The "missing" necklace was found in Stanley's jumpsuit pocket. It was a juvenile delinquent's word against the head of a correction facility. Guess who won?
And guess who was stuck with another 6 months at Camp Green Lake?
Zero, it seemed, had been wiped off the face of the earth.
Stanley was told a helicopter had come to take the younger boy to the hospital. By the time Zero recovered, his term would be up and he would be released.
How did they explain a boy being shot at a detention camp?
No, Stanley was sure of it, Zero was still at camp, somewhere. Probably dead. Or very close to it.
Maybe no one cared about Hector Zeroni. No one except his big brother.
ooooo
DUN DUN DUN DUN! Wow, do you think Zero's still at camp? What's gonna happen to our favorite little mole? Nothing pleasant, bwa ha ha! In the immortal words of C-Chan: "Let the Q!T torture commence!"
Well, give me a break, Eh, Man's got that Stanley torture ficcy going (which needs to be updated btw), you really didn't expect me to leave us poor Zero fangrls deprived did you?
Of course not.
Disclaimor: oh shut up, do you have to rub it in?!?
****
"It all turns to callous eventually, that's life."
Stanley Yelnats' blisters had turned to callous. As had his life.
'Just like Mr. Sir said.'
He fit in with the others boys now. Yes, d-tent had already accepted him, but now he truely was one of them. It was funny really, how sour life had suddenly turned on him.
'And to think I thought the curse was broken. That there could be a treasure out here. That Zero and I could have escaped.'
Zero had disappeared.
The Caveman wasn't about to sit quiet with that. Not when it came to his little brother.
"Hey, Caveman," someone called from above him. Stanley looked up, his swollen right eye glaring out at the world between three similarly purple and untreated scratches. Squid flinched at the sight of the pussing and bloody cuts.
"Yea?" Stanley pressed.
"You're done with your hole," Squid pointed out simply, pointing. Stanley, dumbfounded, looked down. His whole was indeed a good half-foot deeper than it had to be.
Confused, Stanley stared at his blistered and bleeding hands, watching as the end of his sleeves slowly turned red.
The Caveman was mad.
ooooo
It was his fault Zero was gone. If only he hadn't been so friggin stupid, if only he hadn't. . .
***If only, if only the woodpecker sighs***
It didn't matter now. The warden and the other councilors had caught Zero and Stanley around dawn, still digging feverishly for buried treasure like 3-year-olds.
***the bark on the trees was as soft as the skies***
Mr. Sir had immediately shot into the hole, aiming for one of the many lizards the two boys hadn't noticed in the dark. But the reptile was too quick. The bullet screamed home where the lizard's head had been only seconds before, ripping deep into the dark skin beneath. Stanley's ears were still ringing from Zero's shriek.
***The wolf waits below, so hungry and lonely***
And what had Stanley done? He went and passed out, when Zero needed him most. He had promised Zero never to let anything bad happen to him, not after Big Thumb. Look where Zero was now. Or rather, where he wasn't. But there had been so much blood. . .
***He cries to the moo-oo-oon***
Stanley had woken up in the Warden's cabin. The first word's out of his mouth were, "Where's Hector?" The Warden painted her nails.
***If only, if only***
She even took it so far as to cook up some crackpot story about Stanley stealing some jewelry of hers. The "missing" necklace was found in Stanley's jumpsuit pocket. It was a juvenile delinquent's word against the head of a correction facility. Guess who won?
And guess who was stuck with another 6 months at Camp Green Lake?
Zero, it seemed, had been wiped off the face of the earth.
Stanley was told a helicopter had come to take the younger boy to the hospital. By the time Zero recovered, his term would be up and he would be released.
How did they explain a boy being shot at a detention camp?
No, Stanley was sure of it, Zero was still at camp, somewhere. Probably dead. Or very close to it.
Maybe no one cared about Hector Zeroni. No one except his big brother.
ooooo
DUN DUN DUN DUN! Wow, do you think Zero's still at camp? What's gonna happen to our favorite little mole? Nothing pleasant, bwa ha ha! In the immortal words of C-Chan: "Let the Q!T torture commence!"