I'm sorry but the subject of death is easier to write about than Romance,
Action or Happy Endings – oops, gave a tiny bit away (not saying that
happens – I'm just saying that I write better Tragedies, sorry!
Shaboom sat back, staring at the bit of paper on her lap, not wanting to believe the message. Scribbled, threateningly, across the paper in red ink – dripping down the paper like blood, fresh and new. Shaboom gulped and read aloud:
"We know you're on their side TRAITOR. We know what you know, and we know about the TRAITORS. We know you are a TRAITOR and we know you love Earth. We know you love the TRAITORS but we also know that one of the TRAITORS loves a HUMAN. We know you would never rat on the TRAITORS but this bit of information will maybe turn you against one." Shaboom looked down on the floor at where the picture had fallen out from the envelope that was next to it. She picked up the photo and cringed. TRAITOR was the word that flashed across her mind and she gazed back down at the letter, reading it again and noticing the words TRAITOR, TRAITORS or HUMAN was in capital letters. Shaboom clenched her hands into balls and gritted her teeth, tears spilling over her eyelids. She felt ready to kill at that moment. Shaboom sat up, the letter falling unattended to her feet. She ransacked her room until she found what she was looking for – her Rover Pod keys and her wrist gauntlet.
"RASMUSSEN!" she screeched and ripped the photo into little tiny shreds.
"We've got incoming!" 2-T announced, a little surprised when he realised that the ship above them was pink – Shaboom's Rover Pod. It had only been about two weeks since she'd last visited, and Shaboom hardly ever came to visit. Long distance relationships don't really work out, Cedric had told them, but they'd ignored him. 2-T smiled as the Rover Pod went into the landing stage and he went to greet her, B.Bop, Mike and Cedric following. Do-Wah and Angela were at Quantum Burgers getting some food, as they all hadn't eaten in ages. As the dust around the Rover Pod that had been kicked up during landing floated to the floor, Shaboom forced the Rover Pod to stop, and then opened the doors to reveal herself to her friends, and (cough, cough) her 'boy-friends'. She stepped out into the burning furnace of the desert and stared round.
"Where's Do-Wah?" she asked, bitterly. TRAITOR, she thought, YOU BETRAYED MY LOVE. B.Bop and 2-T shrugged, feeling a little upset, what was wrong with her? What was so important about Do-Wah? It was Mike who answered her.
"He's at Quantum Burgers..." he started "... with Angela," Shaboom's face darkened and she jumped out of her pod, the door closing behind her. She pushed B.Bop aside as she grabbed Mike's Hoverboard and she mounted it, before anyone could stop her. She grimaced at the group surrounding her, shocked and hurt faces swarmed, but Shaboom didn't care. She sped in the direction of Quantum Burgers as fast as she could.
"Ange, you're so skinny." Do-Wah complimented, smiling at Angela. Angela smiled back and looped her arm through his, linking on. Do-Wah was holding a brown paper bag, filled with burgers and fries. Angela was pink after Do- Wah had just told her a joke and she brushed her hair back behind her ears.
"I mean, you eat quite a lot and I just wonder where it all goes – I've come to the conclusion that it goes NOWHERE!" he laughed. Do-Wah looked down at himself and felt a wave of embarrassment. How could she ever like me? I'm so fat... he thought. Angela saw him and put her hand under his chin, to make him look up at her. As if reading his mind she whispered:
"You're not fat, Do-Wah – you're cuddly!" and she kissed him on the cheek. Do-Wah started to blush, and in the usual Martian way, steam flew up into the air. Angela giggled and she kissed him again, but this time on the lips. It was at that instant that Shaboom rounded the corner.
"AHHH!" Do-Wah screamed as he hit the floor, nursing his leg in pain. Angela looked around in fright. He'd just slipped, but she was sure that she'd heard a shot as if from a laser beam. She gazed, panic-stricken at a clump of trees at the corner of the avenue where the shot had come from and she gasped as she felt a surging pain, too much pain to have been a bullet – or anything that came from a human hand. She fell to the floor, blood streaming from her neck. It had caught her on the shoulder but she was sure it had got her on her neck, too. Angela couldn't breathe; she was like a fish out of water. With every intake of oxygen her throat burned and she glared up at the figure above her. Shaboom.
"Traitor," Shaboom whispered, pointing her laser gauntlet at Do-Wah's head. Angela choked out a sob. Do-Wah was in so much pain; he couldn't even shield his face. He felt broken. Angela whimpered on his right and one thought coursed through his brain: I must save Angela. It took Do-Wah a minute to adjust to this new blurry vision, tears rolling like waves down his face, building up in his eyes and making it hard to see. Shaboom knelt down and Angela saw that she was crying, too, but smirking with satisfaction and a trace of regret and despair, mixed into one growing weight – dragged her down and proved that she wasn't enjoying this. Angela felt as if her insides had been strewn across the pavement and she'd never felt so guilty – so, so... lost in her whole life. She loved Do-Wah, but only as a friend. But then why had it felt so right when she'd kissed him and so wrong when there peace was shattered by a blood-curdling scream and a tense moment as the laser had eaten it's way through Do-Wah's leg, and to have Shaboom standing above him now, threatening his very existence – only to prove how much she loved him? Angela bit her lip and shook her head. She didn't only think of Do-Wah as a friend, and she knew he thought of her as more than a friend, too. Shaboom knew something they didn't – how ironic. Blood meandered down Do-Wah's chin as it ran out of his mouth in mini- streams. Angela kept thinking that this wasn't happening to her, she felt as if she were watching the whole scene, as if it were a play being acted out in front of her, Shaboom on her right and Do-Wah on her left, laughing at how nothing like this could never happen, how they'd always be friends. Angela gulped. Shaboom leaned in close to Do-Wah, her brown eyes swimming in front of Do-Wah like muddy pools. He felt sick.
"Traitor," she repeated, but then surprisingly she stood up. "But I don't need to kill you, I can let Bog do that – and then I'll watch both of your executions and laugh." And to add menace to the threat she let out a cackled and attached her gauntlet to her belt, spinning her Rover Pod keys on her finger.
"Bye! Smell you later you two love birds." She spat out, flinching as she said the latter. Do-Wah and Angela just lay there for a few minutes, waiting for Shaboom to be out of sight. Do-Wah then grabbed Angela's hand and whispered top her, trying to comfort her.
"Don't worry, Ange. The guys will come any minute, and then take us to the hospital or something, and we'll be fine. She isn't coming back, and she won't tell Bog anything – we'll be fine!" but nothing he could say would console her.
"We're dead..." she whispered, and rolled over so she could snuggle up to Do- Wah, "... but at least we'll die together." Do-Wah caressed her, gently and nodded, a strong breeze washing over them and making them shiver involuntarily. "At least we'll be together," he agreed
B.Bop, 2-T and the kids rounded the corner, a dreaded feeling in the pits of their stomachs. What if they were too late, even though the question was 'too late for what'? They had the horrific feeling that Shaboom was going to do something immensely stupid, and dangerous – especially for the two she'd sought after. The four friends just prayed that the shot they'd just heard was for protection – not anything harmful... or deadly... B.Bop yelped in shock at the bloodbath before him. Lasers normally gave clean shots but when you're manic you don't know how to aim properly. B.Bop was sure that Do-Wah's leg had almost been shot nearly clean away, and Angela – her neck... how could she even breathe with a wound like that?? B.Bop ran over, ahead of the others. Angela had her eyes shut and Do-Wah was at a slant, resting on his side, fussing over Angela. One minute he was holding her around her waist, the next touching her neck lightly, then rubbing her arms, and then caressing her hair – he was frantic. B.Bop knew that Do-Wah had to get his leg fixed – and quick, or he'd lose too much blood and Angela... he just hoped she'd be okay. At that instant, B.Bop was unaware that 2-T and Mike and Cedric had arrived and were analysing the situation. A cold anger swept over B.Bop and he felt betrayed. He wanted to kill... and kill some one known as Shaboom Shaboom, but before he could carry the thought any longer a cough sounded behind him, and B.Bop turned out of curiosity.
"Hello... boys..." Emperor Bog grinned, Shaboom at his side – handcuffed.
Shaboom sat back, staring at the bit of paper on her lap, not wanting to believe the message. Scribbled, threateningly, across the paper in red ink – dripping down the paper like blood, fresh and new. Shaboom gulped and read aloud:
"We know you're on their side TRAITOR. We know what you know, and we know about the TRAITORS. We know you are a TRAITOR and we know you love Earth. We know you love the TRAITORS but we also know that one of the TRAITORS loves a HUMAN. We know you would never rat on the TRAITORS but this bit of information will maybe turn you against one." Shaboom looked down on the floor at where the picture had fallen out from the envelope that was next to it. She picked up the photo and cringed. TRAITOR was the word that flashed across her mind and she gazed back down at the letter, reading it again and noticing the words TRAITOR, TRAITORS or HUMAN was in capital letters. Shaboom clenched her hands into balls and gritted her teeth, tears spilling over her eyelids. She felt ready to kill at that moment. Shaboom sat up, the letter falling unattended to her feet. She ransacked her room until she found what she was looking for – her Rover Pod keys and her wrist gauntlet.
"RASMUSSEN!" she screeched and ripped the photo into little tiny shreds.
"We've got incoming!" 2-T announced, a little surprised when he realised that the ship above them was pink – Shaboom's Rover Pod. It had only been about two weeks since she'd last visited, and Shaboom hardly ever came to visit. Long distance relationships don't really work out, Cedric had told them, but they'd ignored him. 2-T smiled as the Rover Pod went into the landing stage and he went to greet her, B.Bop, Mike and Cedric following. Do-Wah and Angela were at Quantum Burgers getting some food, as they all hadn't eaten in ages. As the dust around the Rover Pod that had been kicked up during landing floated to the floor, Shaboom forced the Rover Pod to stop, and then opened the doors to reveal herself to her friends, and (cough, cough) her 'boy-friends'. She stepped out into the burning furnace of the desert and stared round.
"Where's Do-Wah?" she asked, bitterly. TRAITOR, she thought, YOU BETRAYED MY LOVE. B.Bop and 2-T shrugged, feeling a little upset, what was wrong with her? What was so important about Do-Wah? It was Mike who answered her.
"He's at Quantum Burgers..." he started "... with Angela," Shaboom's face darkened and she jumped out of her pod, the door closing behind her. She pushed B.Bop aside as she grabbed Mike's Hoverboard and she mounted it, before anyone could stop her. She grimaced at the group surrounding her, shocked and hurt faces swarmed, but Shaboom didn't care. She sped in the direction of Quantum Burgers as fast as she could.
"Ange, you're so skinny." Do-Wah complimented, smiling at Angela. Angela smiled back and looped her arm through his, linking on. Do-Wah was holding a brown paper bag, filled with burgers and fries. Angela was pink after Do- Wah had just told her a joke and she brushed her hair back behind her ears.
"I mean, you eat quite a lot and I just wonder where it all goes – I've come to the conclusion that it goes NOWHERE!" he laughed. Do-Wah looked down at himself and felt a wave of embarrassment. How could she ever like me? I'm so fat... he thought. Angela saw him and put her hand under his chin, to make him look up at her. As if reading his mind she whispered:
"You're not fat, Do-Wah – you're cuddly!" and she kissed him on the cheek. Do-Wah started to blush, and in the usual Martian way, steam flew up into the air. Angela giggled and she kissed him again, but this time on the lips. It was at that instant that Shaboom rounded the corner.
"AHHH!" Do-Wah screamed as he hit the floor, nursing his leg in pain. Angela looked around in fright. He'd just slipped, but she was sure that she'd heard a shot as if from a laser beam. She gazed, panic-stricken at a clump of trees at the corner of the avenue where the shot had come from and she gasped as she felt a surging pain, too much pain to have been a bullet – or anything that came from a human hand. She fell to the floor, blood streaming from her neck. It had caught her on the shoulder but she was sure it had got her on her neck, too. Angela couldn't breathe; she was like a fish out of water. With every intake of oxygen her throat burned and she glared up at the figure above her. Shaboom.
"Traitor," Shaboom whispered, pointing her laser gauntlet at Do-Wah's head. Angela choked out a sob. Do-Wah was in so much pain; he couldn't even shield his face. He felt broken. Angela whimpered on his right and one thought coursed through his brain: I must save Angela. It took Do-Wah a minute to adjust to this new blurry vision, tears rolling like waves down his face, building up in his eyes and making it hard to see. Shaboom knelt down and Angela saw that she was crying, too, but smirking with satisfaction and a trace of regret and despair, mixed into one growing weight – dragged her down and proved that she wasn't enjoying this. Angela felt as if her insides had been strewn across the pavement and she'd never felt so guilty – so, so... lost in her whole life. She loved Do-Wah, but only as a friend. But then why had it felt so right when she'd kissed him and so wrong when there peace was shattered by a blood-curdling scream and a tense moment as the laser had eaten it's way through Do-Wah's leg, and to have Shaboom standing above him now, threatening his very existence – only to prove how much she loved him? Angela bit her lip and shook her head. She didn't only think of Do-Wah as a friend, and she knew he thought of her as more than a friend, too. Shaboom knew something they didn't – how ironic. Blood meandered down Do-Wah's chin as it ran out of his mouth in mini- streams. Angela kept thinking that this wasn't happening to her, she felt as if she were watching the whole scene, as if it were a play being acted out in front of her, Shaboom on her right and Do-Wah on her left, laughing at how nothing like this could never happen, how they'd always be friends. Angela gulped. Shaboom leaned in close to Do-Wah, her brown eyes swimming in front of Do-Wah like muddy pools. He felt sick.
"Traitor," she repeated, but then surprisingly she stood up. "But I don't need to kill you, I can let Bog do that – and then I'll watch both of your executions and laugh." And to add menace to the threat she let out a cackled and attached her gauntlet to her belt, spinning her Rover Pod keys on her finger.
"Bye! Smell you later you two love birds." She spat out, flinching as she said the latter. Do-Wah and Angela just lay there for a few minutes, waiting for Shaboom to be out of sight. Do-Wah then grabbed Angela's hand and whispered top her, trying to comfort her.
"Don't worry, Ange. The guys will come any minute, and then take us to the hospital or something, and we'll be fine. She isn't coming back, and she won't tell Bog anything – we'll be fine!" but nothing he could say would console her.
"We're dead..." she whispered, and rolled over so she could snuggle up to Do- Wah, "... but at least we'll die together." Do-Wah caressed her, gently and nodded, a strong breeze washing over them and making them shiver involuntarily. "At least we'll be together," he agreed
B.Bop, 2-T and the kids rounded the corner, a dreaded feeling in the pits of their stomachs. What if they were too late, even though the question was 'too late for what'? They had the horrific feeling that Shaboom was going to do something immensely stupid, and dangerous – especially for the two she'd sought after. The four friends just prayed that the shot they'd just heard was for protection – not anything harmful... or deadly... B.Bop yelped in shock at the bloodbath before him. Lasers normally gave clean shots but when you're manic you don't know how to aim properly. B.Bop was sure that Do-Wah's leg had almost been shot nearly clean away, and Angela – her neck... how could she even breathe with a wound like that?? B.Bop ran over, ahead of the others. Angela had her eyes shut and Do-Wah was at a slant, resting on his side, fussing over Angela. One minute he was holding her around her waist, the next touching her neck lightly, then rubbing her arms, and then caressing her hair – he was frantic. B.Bop knew that Do-Wah had to get his leg fixed – and quick, or he'd lose too much blood and Angela... he just hoped she'd be okay. At that instant, B.Bop was unaware that 2-T and Mike and Cedric had arrived and were analysing the situation. A cold anger swept over B.Bop and he felt betrayed. He wanted to kill... and kill some one known as Shaboom Shaboom, but before he could carry the thought any longer a cough sounded behind him, and B.Bop turned out of curiosity.
"Hello... boys..." Emperor Bog grinned, Shaboom at his side – handcuffed.