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TS: *noogies No 1*
No 1: Don't do that
TS:... *noogies No 1*
No 1: I said -
TS: I know what you said, dahlin,
No 1: Ugh. Girls!
TS: ... *hugs No 1*
No 1: No! Get off me! Get off me! Arghhh!
TS: *supplies a line for him* "Ugh! Girls!" *grins at No 1's look of disgust*
Note: cookies to anyone who knows what's special about the number 666?
Note 2: Nigel Uno (Numbuh One) is sooooo definitely British. Trust me, I know. I am British.
~
Operation: K.I.D.N.A.P.P.E.D. -(Kid in Danger- Numbuhs Attack Psychic Powers Ending Disasterously)
Numbuh One hit the floor, hitting his head on something as he fell. He saw the advancing shape of the 14-year-old KidQ towering over him. He had made a deadly mistake and he knew it.
Numbuh Two leapt at KidQ, knocking her back. Numbuh Five appeared behind the stricken leader and dragged him out of harm's way, leaving Numbuhs Two, Three and Four to finish off the discouraged teenager.
"You ok, boss?" She asked. The Brit smiled vaguely up at her.
"Hmm?" He asked. Though there were no coherent words spoken, Numbuh Five knew what he meant.
"Yeah, we kick ass." She said, smiling. The rest of her teammates gathered round the two. "KidQ couldn't beat the Kids Next Door!"
"Oh, but she could, you know." Said Numbuh One, beginning to regain his senses. "I was stationed with her before she was decommissioned, and I can't think of any of the others I was with that could beat her one on one. I certainly couldn't!"
"You came pretty close, though!" Numbuh Two pointed out.
"Not close enough." Numbuh One sighed wistfully, rubbing his head.
"Give yourself a break, boss!" Numbuh Five said. "She is four years older than you, and Numbuh Five thinks you been working that amazin' brain too much. You look terrible. You need sleep."
"Good idea." Numbuh One muttered drowsily, resting his aching head against the wall. "Do wake me if anything comes up."
He staggered off in the direction of his room.
"Man, I'm kinda glad Numbuh One has finally agreed to take some rest!" Numbuh Five said. "He is up all the time messing with machinery or workin' out a mission."
"Yeah, and he looked pretty beat. You know, I reckon he could've beaten that KidQ punk if he was fresh and not quite so tired. He came pretty close." Numbuh Two added thoughtfully.
Numbuh Three settled down in front of the television to watch her favourite show, Rainbow Monkeys, while Numbuh Four trooped off to get some Soda. Numbuh Five relaxed in the sofa with one of her magazines and Numbuh Two started fiddling with a radio controlled aeroplane.
The four members of the KND felt like dozing off themselves in the warm afternoon sun. With no missions because of Numbuh's One's exhaustion and the attack of KidQ, they had the rest of the afternoon off.
Suddenly a sickeningly familiar sound shook them out of their reverie of thoughts and relaxations. The siren from Numbuh One's room sounded, signalling that all the kids should go there immediately.
"What now?" Numbuh Four asked exasperatedly. "Just when I thought I had a minute to settle down!"
"Relax!" Numbuh Five smirked. "He's probably dislodged a pillow or something."
The four of them raced to Numbuh One's room, which opened for them like it always did. They stopped in the middle of the floor, waiting for their leader to emerge. He did not.
"Hey, where's Numbuh One?" Numbuh Two asked. The others shrugged.
A faint whimper came from somewhere above their heads, causing them to look up and discover Numbuh One's reason for sounding the alarm. There, about six foot off the ground, he was. Someone had managed to loop a cord around his neck and was attempting to choke him by tightening it against the wall.
His sunglasses had fallen off and broken in the struggle, though at the precise moment he really didn't care. He had managed to hook his thumbs in the noose, which was the only thing that saved him from strangulation.
Though he was putting up a good fight, he was rapidly tiring. His writhing kicks were steadily becoming slower and weaker, as sheer exhaustion took over and he began to succumb to the suffocating cord.
"Quick!" Numbuh Five yelled, taking command in the urgency of the situation. Numbuh Three grabbed her T.H.U.M.P.E.R, but couldn't do anything for fear of hitting her leader.
Numbuh Four grabbed some toilet plungers and began climbing his way up the wall towards his leader, who was making little choked sobs of desperation. Numbuh One couldn't see his teammate; his eyes were screwed shut as he struggled in vain against the garrotting twine.
Numbuh Four reached his goal and, producing a thin knife from one of his pockets, slit through the strangling cord. Numbuh One fell to the floor, rubbing his neck and gasping for breath.
"Are you ok?" Asked four different concerned voices of the kids crowding around him. He blinked a few times to clear his vision before picking up his broken glasses and putting them back on.
"Yes, I - I think." He began in his pronounced accent. He got to his feet but immediately had to steady himself against the wall. Numbuh Five stepped forward, concern written on her face.
"Numbuh Five thinks you're still in need of that nap." She commented. The British boy looked up angrily, his glasses falling down his nose and hanging on by one grip.
"No!" Numbuh One snapped. "I'm going for a walk. I am fed up of people trying to bleeding well kill me!"
And he stormed off out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
The four remaining members looked at each other.
"Well." Numbuh Two said stoically. "That could have gone better."
~
Numbuh One strode angrily down the street. Why was it always he that was targeted first? Granted, he was the leader of the Kids Next Door, but it always seemed to be him that the enemy wanted to kill first. The strangulation, KidQ heading straight for him... even that fly that had broken in once, it went straight for him!
He didn't register which way he was going, or even which part of town he was in. He was too angry to register much as the landscape went blurring past him. He would do his best to fix his glasses with sellotape before getting a replacement; they were annoying him even further by bouncing around and hanging determinedly off his ear.
He heard a rustling in the trees behind him and spun round, sending his glasses flying.
"Look, just leave me alone!" He yelled irately, stooping to pick them up.
A blurred vision passed his own before something heavy hit him in the chest, throwing him to the ground and winding him. He felt hands press against his neck, where the bruises from his earlier ordeal were already prominent and dark.
Opening his eyes, he saw his attacker. She was wearing a hooded tunic tied at the waist with a rope, though in the flurry before she pinned him down, her hood had become dislodged and he could see some of her features.
She had deep brown eyes, and brown hair highlighted with flecks of blond. She glared mercilessly down at him and he felt proud. If he had to be beaten, he wanted to be beaten by a true warrior.
"State your name and business, boy!" Came a cold Irish-accented voice from beneath the hood.
"Numbuh One, Kids Next Door operative." Numbuh One said, deciding to be straight. To his surprise, his assailant got off him, allowing him to stand up.
"Numbuh One?" She asked in her soft Irish tone. "Please accept my apologies, I didn't mean to be so rough."
"You... know of me?" Numbuh One asked curiously. The hooded girl laughed, a sound that sent shivers down his spine.
"Of course! You're very well spoken of at HQ!"
"And, er... who do I have the pleasure of greeting?" the British boy asked in his formal English tone.
"Numbuh Six Six Six, but please, call me Triple Six. It's much easier and I find people get tongue-tied by saying 'six' too many times over"
"Triple Six? You mean the Triple Six?" Numbuh One gasped. "The heroine of so many top secret missions?"
"Ah, c'mon," Triple Six muttered, "It was a few poxy spying things. I'm only a decommissioning assassin. I don't even outrank Numbuh 86!"
"Ah, but you should do!" Numbuh One said. "You've contributed so much more than her, but she takes all the credit."
"Hmm..."
Realising that the subject was uncomfortable for the newcomer, Numbuh One decided to change it.
"What are you doing round here, anyway?"
"I'm taking part in a new mission, and I'm stationed at... your place." Triple Six shrugged. "You don't mind?"
"Of course not!" Numbuh One grinned. "It's an honour to have someone as highly recommended as you staying with us, and I'm sure the others will agree. I'll show you the way."
Walking side by side, they set off back towards the tree house. Triple Six glanced at Numbuh One every now and again. He was just about to ask why when she answered his unspoken question for him.
"Those bruises on your neck... they look pretty nasty. I hope I didn't cause them...?" She asked, genuinely concerned. He shook his head, grinning.
"No. I was attacked back at the tree house by a maniac who tried to garrotte me." He answered wryly, rubbing his throat.
"I'm sorry a jumped on you like that." Triple Six commented guiltily. "I thought you were someone else. If I had known, I would never..."
"Ssh." He said comfortingly. "Don't let it get to you. You didn't really hurt me."
They walked towards the tree house, where Numbuhs Two through Five were all worrying about the health and safety of their leader.
~ * ~ * ~ ~ ~ Well? What do you think? Should I write more?
I must point out that I am a relatively new watcher of KND, so don't blame me if I get weapons, anagrams, names, accents etc wrong.
Next chapter (should you wish me to continue) will be the intro of Triple Six to the rest of the team, her story, he mission and the appearances of Numbuh Six, Numbuh 8 and Numbuh 10.
TS: *noogies No 1*
No 1: Don't do that
TS:... *noogies No 1*
No 1: I said -
TS: I know what you said, dahlin,
No 1: Ugh. Girls!
TS: ... *hugs No 1*
No 1: No! Get off me! Get off me! Arghhh!
TS: *supplies a line for him* "Ugh! Girls!" *grins at No 1's look of disgust*
Note: cookies to anyone who knows what's special about the number 666?
Note 2: Nigel Uno (Numbuh One) is sooooo definitely British. Trust me, I know. I am British.
~
Operation: K.I.D.N.A.P.P.E.D. -(Kid in Danger- Numbuhs Attack Psychic Powers Ending Disasterously)
Numbuh One hit the floor, hitting his head on something as he fell. He saw the advancing shape of the 14-year-old KidQ towering over him. He had made a deadly mistake and he knew it.
Numbuh Two leapt at KidQ, knocking her back. Numbuh Five appeared behind the stricken leader and dragged him out of harm's way, leaving Numbuhs Two, Three and Four to finish off the discouraged teenager.
"You ok, boss?" She asked. The Brit smiled vaguely up at her.
"Hmm?" He asked. Though there were no coherent words spoken, Numbuh Five knew what he meant.
"Yeah, we kick ass." She said, smiling. The rest of her teammates gathered round the two. "KidQ couldn't beat the Kids Next Door!"
"Oh, but she could, you know." Said Numbuh One, beginning to regain his senses. "I was stationed with her before she was decommissioned, and I can't think of any of the others I was with that could beat her one on one. I certainly couldn't!"
"You came pretty close, though!" Numbuh Two pointed out.
"Not close enough." Numbuh One sighed wistfully, rubbing his head.
"Give yourself a break, boss!" Numbuh Five said. "She is four years older than you, and Numbuh Five thinks you been working that amazin' brain too much. You look terrible. You need sleep."
"Good idea." Numbuh One muttered drowsily, resting his aching head against the wall. "Do wake me if anything comes up."
He staggered off in the direction of his room.
"Man, I'm kinda glad Numbuh One has finally agreed to take some rest!" Numbuh Five said. "He is up all the time messing with machinery or workin' out a mission."
"Yeah, and he looked pretty beat. You know, I reckon he could've beaten that KidQ punk if he was fresh and not quite so tired. He came pretty close." Numbuh Two added thoughtfully.
Numbuh Three settled down in front of the television to watch her favourite show, Rainbow Monkeys, while Numbuh Four trooped off to get some Soda. Numbuh Five relaxed in the sofa with one of her magazines and Numbuh Two started fiddling with a radio controlled aeroplane.
The four members of the KND felt like dozing off themselves in the warm afternoon sun. With no missions because of Numbuh's One's exhaustion and the attack of KidQ, they had the rest of the afternoon off.
Suddenly a sickeningly familiar sound shook them out of their reverie of thoughts and relaxations. The siren from Numbuh One's room sounded, signalling that all the kids should go there immediately.
"What now?" Numbuh Four asked exasperatedly. "Just when I thought I had a minute to settle down!"
"Relax!" Numbuh Five smirked. "He's probably dislodged a pillow or something."
The four of them raced to Numbuh One's room, which opened for them like it always did. They stopped in the middle of the floor, waiting for their leader to emerge. He did not.
"Hey, where's Numbuh One?" Numbuh Two asked. The others shrugged.
A faint whimper came from somewhere above their heads, causing them to look up and discover Numbuh One's reason for sounding the alarm. There, about six foot off the ground, he was. Someone had managed to loop a cord around his neck and was attempting to choke him by tightening it against the wall.
His sunglasses had fallen off and broken in the struggle, though at the precise moment he really didn't care. He had managed to hook his thumbs in the noose, which was the only thing that saved him from strangulation.
Though he was putting up a good fight, he was rapidly tiring. His writhing kicks were steadily becoming slower and weaker, as sheer exhaustion took over and he began to succumb to the suffocating cord.
"Quick!" Numbuh Five yelled, taking command in the urgency of the situation. Numbuh Three grabbed her T.H.U.M.P.E.R, but couldn't do anything for fear of hitting her leader.
Numbuh Four grabbed some toilet plungers and began climbing his way up the wall towards his leader, who was making little choked sobs of desperation. Numbuh One couldn't see his teammate; his eyes were screwed shut as he struggled in vain against the garrotting twine.
Numbuh Four reached his goal and, producing a thin knife from one of his pockets, slit through the strangling cord. Numbuh One fell to the floor, rubbing his neck and gasping for breath.
"Are you ok?" Asked four different concerned voices of the kids crowding around him. He blinked a few times to clear his vision before picking up his broken glasses and putting them back on.
"Yes, I - I think." He began in his pronounced accent. He got to his feet but immediately had to steady himself against the wall. Numbuh Five stepped forward, concern written on her face.
"Numbuh Five thinks you're still in need of that nap." She commented. The British boy looked up angrily, his glasses falling down his nose and hanging on by one grip.
"No!" Numbuh One snapped. "I'm going for a walk. I am fed up of people trying to bleeding well kill me!"
And he stormed off out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
The four remaining members looked at each other.
"Well." Numbuh Two said stoically. "That could have gone better."
~
Numbuh One strode angrily down the street. Why was it always he that was targeted first? Granted, he was the leader of the Kids Next Door, but it always seemed to be him that the enemy wanted to kill first. The strangulation, KidQ heading straight for him... even that fly that had broken in once, it went straight for him!
He didn't register which way he was going, or even which part of town he was in. He was too angry to register much as the landscape went blurring past him. He would do his best to fix his glasses with sellotape before getting a replacement; they were annoying him even further by bouncing around and hanging determinedly off his ear.
He heard a rustling in the trees behind him and spun round, sending his glasses flying.
"Look, just leave me alone!" He yelled irately, stooping to pick them up.
A blurred vision passed his own before something heavy hit him in the chest, throwing him to the ground and winding him. He felt hands press against his neck, where the bruises from his earlier ordeal were already prominent and dark.
Opening his eyes, he saw his attacker. She was wearing a hooded tunic tied at the waist with a rope, though in the flurry before she pinned him down, her hood had become dislodged and he could see some of her features.
She had deep brown eyes, and brown hair highlighted with flecks of blond. She glared mercilessly down at him and he felt proud. If he had to be beaten, he wanted to be beaten by a true warrior.
"State your name and business, boy!" Came a cold Irish-accented voice from beneath the hood.
"Numbuh One, Kids Next Door operative." Numbuh One said, deciding to be straight. To his surprise, his assailant got off him, allowing him to stand up.
"Numbuh One?" She asked in her soft Irish tone. "Please accept my apologies, I didn't mean to be so rough."
"You... know of me?" Numbuh One asked curiously. The hooded girl laughed, a sound that sent shivers down his spine.
"Of course! You're very well spoken of at HQ!"
"And, er... who do I have the pleasure of greeting?" the British boy asked in his formal English tone.
"Numbuh Six Six Six, but please, call me Triple Six. It's much easier and I find people get tongue-tied by saying 'six' too many times over"
"Triple Six? You mean the Triple Six?" Numbuh One gasped. "The heroine of so many top secret missions?"
"Ah, c'mon," Triple Six muttered, "It was a few poxy spying things. I'm only a decommissioning assassin. I don't even outrank Numbuh 86!"
"Ah, but you should do!" Numbuh One said. "You've contributed so much more than her, but she takes all the credit."
"Hmm..."
Realising that the subject was uncomfortable for the newcomer, Numbuh One decided to change it.
"What are you doing round here, anyway?"
"I'm taking part in a new mission, and I'm stationed at... your place." Triple Six shrugged. "You don't mind?"
"Of course not!" Numbuh One grinned. "It's an honour to have someone as highly recommended as you staying with us, and I'm sure the others will agree. I'll show you the way."
Walking side by side, they set off back towards the tree house. Triple Six glanced at Numbuh One every now and again. He was just about to ask why when she answered his unspoken question for him.
"Those bruises on your neck... they look pretty nasty. I hope I didn't cause them...?" She asked, genuinely concerned. He shook his head, grinning.
"No. I was attacked back at the tree house by a maniac who tried to garrotte me." He answered wryly, rubbing his throat.
"I'm sorry a jumped on you like that." Triple Six commented guiltily. "I thought you were someone else. If I had known, I would never..."
"Ssh." He said comfortingly. "Don't let it get to you. You didn't really hurt me."
They walked towards the tree house, where Numbuhs Two through Five were all worrying about the health and safety of their leader.
~ * ~ * ~ ~ ~ Well? What do you think? Should I write more?
I must point out that I am a relatively new watcher of KND, so don't blame me if I get weapons, anagrams, names, accents etc wrong.
Next chapter (should you wish me to continue) will be the intro of Triple Six to the rest of the team, her story, he mission and the appearances of Numbuh Six, Numbuh 8 and Numbuh 10.