I'm back, with my Christmas special! Well...one of my Christmas
Specials! There are going to be three, yes, three Christmas special fan
fics coming your way this season!
Garet: It's a good thing you've already finished one of them.
Yeah, too bad it's not this one. Well, I was going to start this later,
but I was in the mood to write "horror" so I had to do it! Enjoy!
Chapter 1: A Thunderstorm in December
Outside, thunder boomed, and a flash of lightening sort of lit up
Isaac's room.
Isaac wasn't particularly fond of storms. The last huge storm to
hit Vale had forced him to take shelter in the House of Horrors with his
friends. It was all a ploy to get them to the basement where all of Vale
was holding a surprise Halloween...but unfortunately the ghosts of
Saturos and Menardi had turned the entire thing into a death trap.
Luckily, after surviving the many trials and...well...horrors of
the House of Horrors, the two Mars Adepts had promised to never haunt him
again, and Vale hadn't decided to throw a surprise Thanksgiving party,
for which Isaac was entirely grateful. Halloween had been bad enough, he
did NOT want to fight a bunch of decapitated turkeys.
At the moment, Thanksgiving was through and overwith, and the
Venus Adept was contemplating what to get his many friends for Christmas.
It hadn't been so bad when it had just been him, Garet and Jenna. But
now, besides the two Mars Adepts, there was Ivan, Mia, Alex, Picard,
Sheba, AND Felix. He did NOT have enough money or time to buy them all
meaningful, wonderous gifts.
"I guess I'll go for the old trick," Isaac sat up on his bed.
"I'll just buy them all candybars and put a few one-dollar bills in the
foil. Of course...Picard and Garet will probably eat the money with the
chocolate, knowing them. Well, Garet might not, but Picard would."
Picard was a great warrior, but he definately wasn't the
brightest crayon in the box.
He knew he was being cheap, but he didn't really care. He
searched through his stash of money, pulled out a handful of ones and
went to ask his mom for candy bars. She usually had a big bag of candy
stowed away, and she was very willing to give it to him because that way
she wouldn't eat it and get fat.
Just as he was about to open the door, a crash of thunder so loud
it rattled his windows came from above, accompanied by a flash of
lightening.
He turned to the windows, and saw, illuminated by the electricity
outside, a figure crouched on his windowsill.
"ISAAC!" a booming voice called out his name. "ISAAC! OPEN THE
WINDOW!!!"
"ACK!" Isaac dived for the bed, he always kept a steel baseball
bat leaning against the bedpost, just as it occured to him that it was
fairly odd to have a thunder storm in the middle of December.
He curled his fingers around the baseball bat, and slowly began
advancing towards the window.
When it opened and Garet sat there, completely dry, grinning.
"Hey, Isaac!" if it was possible, his grin became wider, until
Isaac took a wild swing at him with the baseball bat. "HEY! It was a
joke! A JOKE!"
"It's not funny!" Isaac yelled, glaring at his best friend. Then
he blinked. Outside it was broad daylight, the sun reflecting off of the
brilliantly white snow. "Hey...I thought it was storming."
"Kind of!"
Isaac stuck his head out of the window. Sheba and Ivan were down
in his backyard, waving.
"See, Ivan got this great idea for a joke, so we MADE it storm,"
Sheba explained. "You can thank Picard for the thunder."
Picard, who was also in the backyard, began enthusiastically
banging on one of the many pots surrounding him. It did indeed sound
like thunder.
"I hate you all," Isaac glared at them. "Ivan, you're going to
get it!"
"Save me!" Ivan hid behind Picard.
"From what?" Picard looked confused, but he normally did. Isaac
jumped out onto the windowsill with Garet.
"Isaac..." called a faint, echoing voice.
"Not funny," Isaac warned.
"It wasn't us," Sheba was looking around, puzzled.
"Isaac..."
And then the voice was gone.
"That was weird," Garet shrugged. "Hey, my mom made cookies,
wanna come over?"
"SURE!" Isaac, anger promptly forgotten, agreed enthusiasitcally.
"But I still want to know what that voice was..."
"Ah, who cares?" Ivan shrugged.
*********
Yup, this is going to be fun! ^_^ Hopefully this won't be one of those
things where I'm writing every single day and post the last chapter on
Christmas, considering I have another one to write...
Garet: Your plate is full.
Yes, it is, unfortunately...T_T Anywho, review!
Specials! There are going to be three, yes, three Christmas special fan
fics coming your way this season!
Garet: It's a good thing you've already finished one of them.
Yeah, too bad it's not this one. Well, I was going to start this later,
but I was in the mood to write "horror" so I had to do it! Enjoy!
Chapter 1: A Thunderstorm in December
Outside, thunder boomed, and a flash of lightening sort of lit up
Isaac's room.
Isaac wasn't particularly fond of storms. The last huge storm to
hit Vale had forced him to take shelter in the House of Horrors with his
friends. It was all a ploy to get them to the basement where all of Vale
was holding a surprise Halloween...but unfortunately the ghosts of
Saturos and Menardi had turned the entire thing into a death trap.
Luckily, after surviving the many trials and...well...horrors of
the House of Horrors, the two Mars Adepts had promised to never haunt him
again, and Vale hadn't decided to throw a surprise Thanksgiving party,
for which Isaac was entirely grateful. Halloween had been bad enough, he
did NOT want to fight a bunch of decapitated turkeys.
At the moment, Thanksgiving was through and overwith, and the
Venus Adept was contemplating what to get his many friends for Christmas.
It hadn't been so bad when it had just been him, Garet and Jenna. But
now, besides the two Mars Adepts, there was Ivan, Mia, Alex, Picard,
Sheba, AND Felix. He did NOT have enough money or time to buy them all
meaningful, wonderous gifts.
"I guess I'll go for the old trick," Isaac sat up on his bed.
"I'll just buy them all candybars and put a few one-dollar bills in the
foil. Of course...Picard and Garet will probably eat the money with the
chocolate, knowing them. Well, Garet might not, but Picard would."
Picard was a great warrior, but he definately wasn't the
brightest crayon in the box.
He knew he was being cheap, but he didn't really care. He
searched through his stash of money, pulled out a handful of ones and
went to ask his mom for candy bars. She usually had a big bag of candy
stowed away, and she was very willing to give it to him because that way
she wouldn't eat it and get fat.
Just as he was about to open the door, a crash of thunder so loud
it rattled his windows came from above, accompanied by a flash of
lightening.
He turned to the windows, and saw, illuminated by the electricity
outside, a figure crouched on his windowsill.
"ISAAC!" a booming voice called out his name. "ISAAC! OPEN THE
WINDOW!!!"
"ACK!" Isaac dived for the bed, he always kept a steel baseball
bat leaning against the bedpost, just as it occured to him that it was
fairly odd to have a thunder storm in the middle of December.
He curled his fingers around the baseball bat, and slowly began
advancing towards the window.
When it opened and Garet sat there, completely dry, grinning.
"Hey, Isaac!" if it was possible, his grin became wider, until
Isaac took a wild swing at him with the baseball bat. "HEY! It was a
joke! A JOKE!"
"It's not funny!" Isaac yelled, glaring at his best friend. Then
he blinked. Outside it was broad daylight, the sun reflecting off of the
brilliantly white snow. "Hey...I thought it was storming."
"Kind of!"
Isaac stuck his head out of the window. Sheba and Ivan were down
in his backyard, waving.
"See, Ivan got this great idea for a joke, so we MADE it storm,"
Sheba explained. "You can thank Picard for the thunder."
Picard, who was also in the backyard, began enthusiastically
banging on one of the many pots surrounding him. It did indeed sound
like thunder.
"I hate you all," Isaac glared at them. "Ivan, you're going to
get it!"
"Save me!" Ivan hid behind Picard.
"From what?" Picard looked confused, but he normally did. Isaac
jumped out onto the windowsill with Garet.
"Isaac..." called a faint, echoing voice.
"Not funny," Isaac warned.
"It wasn't us," Sheba was looking around, puzzled.
"Isaac..."
And then the voice was gone.
"That was weird," Garet shrugged. "Hey, my mom made cookies,
wanna come over?"
"SURE!" Isaac, anger promptly forgotten, agreed enthusiasitcally.
"But I still want to know what that voice was..."
"Ah, who cares?" Ivan shrugged.
*********
Yup, this is going to be fun! ^_^ Hopefully this won't be one of those
things where I'm writing every single day and post the last chapter on
Christmas, considering I have another one to write...
Garet: Your plate is full.
Yes, it is, unfortunately...T_T Anywho, review!