This is for Goldie, who wouldn't stop pestering me. You can leave me alone now! The pairing will be 3/4 and maybe 1/5. Umm, tell me how this is. I know I suck ass already but still, tell me how this is.
"Number's 4 and 3! Get out of there!" The accented voice of the Kids Next Door long time leader rang over their headpieces. The two teens did not need to be told at all, they were up and running before another word was said.
The mission was thourghly simple, while Number's 1 and 5 distract the evil scientist, Number's 3 and 4 were to disable his computer after Number 2 downloaded all of his information onto a disk. Of course, none of them could have predicted that the evil scientist had a twin brother, who was just as evil and identical. They had no idea that there were two, so when Number 1 and 5 had taken out the first, the second ran after the blond and brunette, knowing his lab was in jeopardy.
So now, after Number 4 had ripped the wires in half, the two teens were up and running toward the exit. Number 3 was running as fast as she could but was still behind Number 4, who, even though he was the shortest, seemed also to be the fastest. Suddenly, something grabbed her ankle causing her to loose her balance. She watched in shock as she fell, watching in slow motion as Number 4 still ran on, oblivious to the fact she was falling.
"Help me!" Number 3 yelled as she hit the ground, knocking the wind out of her. The mad professor laughed as he let go of her ankle to grab her hair. She scream in pain as he pulled her up by it.
Hearing the scream, Number 4 turned around knowing that scream to be Number 3. His sight turned red as he saw the professor begin to pick Number 3 up by her hair. He immediately ran toward them, leaping into the air, and tackling the professor who in shock let go of the girl's hair. The two went down hitting the ground hard with Number 4 on top. He punched the professor across the cheek. "Run, Number 3!" He yelled to the girl, who was getting up from the ground.
"Come on!" The girl yelled back, finally finding her footing. She began to jaunt to the exit.
"I'm coming!" Number 4 yelled back, he jumped up and immediately hit the ground as the professor grabbed his ankle. "Let me go!" He yelled, kicking the professor's hand. The professor's grip was hard as steal though and all his kicking proved useless.
The professor laughed at his struggling, watching as the small blond clawed and kicked at his hand. "Say goodnight." He crowed into the air through laughter. He then took a syringe out of his pocket and stabbed it into the boy's hip. He continued laughing as the struggling ceased and the boys eyes rolled behind his head, closing.
Number 3 ran out of the exit, panting and murmuring in pain. Her ankle had been twisted when the professor had gripped it. She glanced behind her, waiting for the blond to catch up to her. With her ankle swelling by the second she hobbled over to the aircraft that was waiting for them. When she hopped aboard, she was greeted by Number 1, who looked at her, accessing the situation.
"Where's Number 4?" He asked, watching as Number 5 helped her over toward a chair.
"He saved me from the professor." Number 3 told him. "He should be right behind me."
"Typical." The bald boy said, puzzling Number 3 while Number 5 laughed as she began to ice the Japanese girl's ankle. He went to look out the window for the other boy. "Where is he?" He muttered, looking at his wrist watch.
"You know Blondie." The black girl said, chuckling. "Probably beating the crap outta the proffessa."
Suddenly, the whole laboratory blew up, sending fiery smoke and soot into the air. The four kids eyes widened in shock, one question on their mind. Where was Number 4?
"Number's 4 and 3! Get out of there!" The accented voice of the Kids Next Door long time leader rang over their headpieces. The two teens did not need to be told at all, they were up and running before another word was said.
The mission was thourghly simple, while Number's 1 and 5 distract the evil scientist, Number's 3 and 4 were to disable his computer after Number 2 downloaded all of his information onto a disk. Of course, none of them could have predicted that the evil scientist had a twin brother, who was just as evil and identical. They had no idea that there were two, so when Number 1 and 5 had taken out the first, the second ran after the blond and brunette, knowing his lab was in jeopardy.
So now, after Number 4 had ripped the wires in half, the two teens were up and running toward the exit. Number 3 was running as fast as she could but was still behind Number 4, who, even though he was the shortest, seemed also to be the fastest. Suddenly, something grabbed her ankle causing her to loose her balance. She watched in shock as she fell, watching in slow motion as Number 4 still ran on, oblivious to the fact she was falling.
"Help me!" Number 3 yelled as she hit the ground, knocking the wind out of her. The mad professor laughed as he let go of her ankle to grab her hair. She scream in pain as he pulled her up by it.
Hearing the scream, Number 4 turned around knowing that scream to be Number 3. His sight turned red as he saw the professor begin to pick Number 3 up by her hair. He immediately ran toward them, leaping into the air, and tackling the professor who in shock let go of the girl's hair. The two went down hitting the ground hard with Number 4 on top. He punched the professor across the cheek. "Run, Number 3!" He yelled to the girl, who was getting up from the ground.
"Come on!" The girl yelled back, finally finding her footing. She began to jaunt to the exit.
"I'm coming!" Number 4 yelled back, he jumped up and immediately hit the ground as the professor grabbed his ankle. "Let me go!" He yelled, kicking the professor's hand. The professor's grip was hard as steal though and all his kicking proved useless.
The professor laughed at his struggling, watching as the small blond clawed and kicked at his hand. "Say goodnight." He crowed into the air through laughter. He then took a syringe out of his pocket and stabbed it into the boy's hip. He continued laughing as the struggling ceased and the boys eyes rolled behind his head, closing.
Number 3 ran out of the exit, panting and murmuring in pain. Her ankle had been twisted when the professor had gripped it. She glanced behind her, waiting for the blond to catch up to her. With her ankle swelling by the second she hobbled over to the aircraft that was waiting for them. When she hopped aboard, she was greeted by Number 1, who looked at her, accessing the situation.
"Where's Number 4?" He asked, watching as Number 5 helped her over toward a chair.
"He saved me from the professor." Number 3 told him. "He should be right behind me."
"Typical." The bald boy said, puzzling Number 3 while Number 5 laughed as she began to ice the Japanese girl's ankle. He went to look out the window for the other boy. "Where is he?" He muttered, looking at his wrist watch.
"You know Blondie." The black girl said, chuckling. "Probably beating the crap outta the proffessa."
Suddenly, the whole laboratory blew up, sending fiery smoke and soot into the air. The four kids eyes widened in shock, one question on their mind. Where was Number 4?