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Ash was sound asleep. He wouldn't wake to the slightest sounds, not even angry democrats knocking on his door complaining about the Bush for'00 signs. He was well on his way into what seemed like a pleasent dream when a loud thump hit his bed. Part of it had been sliced off, and he quickly scooted to his left as a giganic blade missed him by about an inch. 'whta the hell is going on here?!' he thought as he had to dodge again. But suddenly, an old school memory floated into his head. " Children, you are all to read 'The Pit and The Pendulum' this summer," His old 4th grade teacher said in the flash back. She always had made them read tough books, and that one was definitly displeasing to read. "What am I doing in a book?" He cried out loud, but he forgot to dodge the blade. He thought he was dead for a moment, until he opened his eyes. One word floated in his head. 'crap'. He was in a Dr. Suess book.
"Why me?" Ash said to himself. He liked these books as a kid, but nearly 21 years old, he had stopped reading them "I wouldn't doubt that he still does read them..." Said the author. Ash's eyes flickered. "SHUT UP! I DO NOT READ THEM ANYMORE YOU LITTLE @#!#!" Okay, moving back to the story...
Ash hoped out of his bed, and looking as though he wished he was still sleeping. A tall, black cat with a red and white striped hat walked up to him. "WOW! Ash, look! It's you hero! Get his autograph!" Ash looked like he was about to kill when the cat spoke. "Welcome, Welcome, welcome,welcome!" Ash rolled his eyes. "Welcome,welcome,welcome," The Cat continued. "Welcome,welc-" But Ash punched him hard in his face, knocking him out. "I GET YOUR POINT!!!!" He yelled at the fainted cat. The whole world around him went quiet. Their happy faces suddenly turned to anger. They suddenly took out flintlock pistols and began shooting at Ash. "AHHHHHHHH!" He yelled as several bullets missed his head. "Not as friendly as they look, eh?" He said loudly. "You said it...." The author said back. As Ash felt a bullet his his leg, he transported again. *A/N It seems that everytime he gets hurt he transports...*
He found himself on an island. He didn't think this would be better than the other two places, and boy was he right. Seveal kids were looking at him hungrily. "Uh-oh," Ash gulped. He was in 'Lord of The Flies'. They stared for another moment then attacked. Ash tried to run but was two slow. A kid hit him on the head and he was outta there.
He woke to find himself in a roasting pot. "ARRGH!" He yelled as he touched the boiling hot water. He transported to his last place.
"Brilliant deduction, Holmes!" A plump man told him. Ash looked at his shirt, but it was no longer a shirt. He was Sherlock Holmes! Ash was in front of a big house, and decided to go in, get killed, and get back home. Several gunnman wee waiting inside to ambush him. They did, and he found himself shot, and transported again.
He shook his head. He was in his bed. He hugged it, but narrowly missed a big blade swipe past him. "Here we go again..."
THE END?