2004/03/24
Okay, first cartoon fanfic! -.- I shall warn you now, that I am not big on the plot and all, but I ADORE the KND characters! . I also am more used to writing older people, so please kindly tell me when I start having them act WAY to old. I imagine them maybe 12, but not quiet 13 yet. I'm avoiding writing in the PoV of the main Protagonists. Cree is in here, and she cusses, let her be. Oh, and this is NOT a happy fic, at least not this part. 44 is mine
Loosing Imagination
~Numbuh Three was always expected to never grow up. But she did. In fact, she was the first one.
Operative 44 PoV
I have been assigned to be head of S.A.V.E. [Some Agents Venture Evermore] I am Numbuh 44, and my specialty is detective work, and stuff like that.
Background to this case, as well as most that I handle, is as follows: A valuable operative has gone though an emotional upset, causing them to stop believing, overnight. Most of our people take at least a month, to fully stop being children. It is very rare to lose them overnight. That's why I am deployed. I find out all the happenings to cause this change, then report it to my superior, who attempts to set in motion a healing group, in efforts to bring them back.
On this case, I was very shocked to see Numbuh Three, aka Kuki Sanban, as the one in need of our help. You see, Numbuh Three has been our Role Model, our very reason of existence. She started S.A.V.E. And now, to see her on the list of fallen... It is very serious indeed.
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I enter the KND Treehouse with no trouble. If I wasn't already on this case, I would consider writing them up for such lax security. That and not one of them is present. Anywhere!
Most upsetting of all is the fact there seems to be no sign that anyone has been around in some time.
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Operatives 2-5, apparently being chased.
Dead-end. The four are trapped in by a group of older boys, a gang.
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OP 44 PoV
As I exit the Treehouse, I do note someone at the bottom. Numbuh One stands below me.
"Why is no one inside?" I ask, trying to stay polite.
Numbuh One, aka Nigel Uno. Loud, and tends to use large words. Also screams and runs like a sissy-girl at the first sight of danger. He regards me the same way I would regard a bug - unworthy. "Apparently, Head-Quarters did not receive my notice."
"Notice of what?"
He shook his head, and turned away, "We are three members down."
I received very little more information from Number One, only that Number Two might feel a bit more chatty, though he doubted it. I took this advice and found myself at the Gilligan Household. The young boy, Tommy- if memory serves me correct, left me waiting outside, as he informed his elder brother.
"Yes?"
I looked up to greet Numbuh Two, aka Hoagie P. Gilligan Jr. Genuis by his own rights, but lacking on the social scale. Large and dopey - as well as shy, and quiet. Easiest of the boys to attempt a conversion with.
"Numbuh Two, I am 44 and I'm here to learn what has happened to the KND, and utmostly, what happened to Numbuh Three."
He looks sad, and steps aside to allow me entrance. I then follow him, awaiting the story.
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Four and Two rush them, but only Two breaks free. He paused out side the line, but Four yells for him to get help. He then runs - no one chases after him.
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OP 44 PoV
"I don't know what we did to those guys," he tells me. "They just wouldn't leave us alone. And when I tried to get help, no one believed me. I ran all over the place, and not one person listened to what I was telling them. Once I got back .... it was to late. All we could do then was wait for the Adults."
He pauses, as if replaying that afternoon in his head. "What happened to the others?"
He shudders. "I don't feel right just saying it. I found Cree, Numbuh Five's older sister. She doesn't like me much, but when I told her that her sister was facing off with a gang, she came with me. She can tell you what she saw. She's also the one who called for help."
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Remaining three are surrounded. Four continues to fight, besides that fact he isn't able to hold his own against the larger boys. It appears he is trying to be a distraction from Number Three and Five, whom the boys have taken an unhealthy eye towards. The leader of the gang appaerntly grows tired of him. He has two of his boys hold Numbuh Four, whilst another retrieves a pipe. He then takes to beating Four with it.
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OP 44 PoV
To talk with the Teenager Cree is not something I planed on doing, or is it something I am looking forward to now. At least it will make it one less place to stop at, seeing as I can speak with Five as well.
When the Teenager Cree opens the door, I can tell she is both surprised and suspicious that I, a child, would wish to speak with her.
"Cree? I was informed by Numb- Hoagie Gilligan, that you know what happened to Num---sorry, Kuki Sanban. I was wondering if you could tell me what you know of this incident."
She raised an eyebrow. "No."
"Excuse me?"
"Non of you're business. So get lost!"
"Perhaps I could speak with N-gah, Abigail, on this matter instead."
Cree looked at me and I swear, my blood froze in place. "My lil' sistah is visiten' a friend o' her's at da hospital, You' be smart ta leave her be."
"Then I ask you again, what happened?"
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No matter how many times they hit the boy, Numbuh Four refuse to stand down. Seeing as to this was getting tiresome, the pipe wielder finally settled for a dirty shot. When Four dropped to curl up on the injured area, the other brought the pipe down on the boy's head.
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OP 44 PoV
Once Cree Lincoln finally decides to talk with you, she can be an agreeable person. Unfortunatly, what she had to say was anything but.
"I don' like Hoagie, an' I shooed him off 'couple times before I 'eard 'im out. Honestly, I only went 'cause I din' wana get in trouble from mom. I din' think it was gonna be that bad. Hoagie led me to one o' the dead-ender allies. It kinda has a curve to it, so you don' notice kids back d`ere."
I nodded, having seen similar allies before.
"There's these punks - seen 'em at school 'fore, an' anywho, d'ey've got one girl held back, Kuki, I think. 'Da Wall'be kid's passed out, with a damn pipe sticken' righ' thru' 'im."
I blink a little at the word choice, but Cree doesn't seem to notice my discomfort.
"Kuki and Abby were real lucky. I kinda had ta r'move da pipe to arm m'self. Those bast'rds where all over Abby. But I wou' worry 'bout them now."
She trails off, but I always had an over active imagination, and it kicked it, providing me with all I need to know.
"Kuki was real messed up though. Da boys in't touch 'er, but she watched 'em try to beat one of 'er friends ta death, and d'en attack my lil' sistah. She woulda b'n next."
I sigh along with her as she goes quiet again. "Num-" I gotta try and remember names.... "Wallabee and Abigail, are they okay?" Stupid question.
"Abby's gonna be okay, but Wall'be hasn' woken up yet." She catches my eye "And that was a month ago"
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"You A'holes better le' go o' my sistah, an' she bettuh not have a scratch on 'er or I WILL kill ya all!"
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OP 44 PoV
I was a little shaken when I left the home. I hadn't realized it was that serious until then.
2004/03/25
Cree gave me direction, and I found myself at the door to Numbuh Four's hospital room. Inside was he and Numbah's Five and Three.
Numbuh Four, aka Wallabee Beatles. Short in both height and temper. Tends to use rather violent methods, all though he tends to get himself in more trouble than goo. He and Five are considered the most dangerous.
Numbuh Four is lying on the bed, several machines hooked up to him. Numbah Five looks at me as I enter.
Numbah Five, aka Abigail Lincoln. The perfect spy, and follow up leader. Cool, and full of street smarts, she can easily run the team, but simply chooses not to.
She is without her trademark hat, and she gives me the same questioning eyebrow that I received earlier from her sister.
Next to her is Numbah Three. To actually be in her presence is amazing, but the feeling is washed out by the atmosphere of despair.
Numbah Three, aka Kuki Sanban. Under normal circumstances, she is quite cheery, and easy to smile. But now, her melancholy attitude is spreading the same way her smile once did.
That is why it is so important to fix cases like hers. If unchecked, they eventually lead the others into the same drearly state.
A total void of imagination.
She looks over to me, eyes lacking feeling.
"Numbah's Five and Three. I am 44, here on behalf of Head Quarters. Is there any way I could speak with each of you?"
Numbah Three acts like she doesn't even hear me. Numbah Five and I leave the room to talk.
"Wha' ya wanna know 'sactly?"
"Numbah Five, can you tell me what has happened to Numbah Three?"
"I's Kuki now. She don' li' ta be ca'd Three no more. Numbah Five guess' ya all hear' she's quitten' righ'?"
I nodded. "I have spoken with the other members, as well as the Teenager Cree. Mostly, I'm hear to fill in the blanks."
Numbah Five turns to look in the window to the room. "Numbah Five 'inks d'at Kuk's real worri'd 'bout Four." She pauses to look at me. "Ya pr'bly don' know, bu' he almos' din' make it. Da doctuh sa' he *died* on da ri' 'n. 'Wice. D'ay din' 'ink 'e was gonna make i' d'is lon'"
At this point she crosses her arms and looks back to the boy. "I d'ink ya auta tal' to Kuk' "
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The boys attack Cree. She fends them off pretty well. The leader manages to grab the pipe, but his hands slipped off, for the pipe was still damp with the blood of Numbuh Four. Realizing they are in danger, the boys scatter, cowards as they are. Numbah Three is standing where she was dropped, taking in the scene. Two rushes over to Four once it is safe, while Cree checks on her sister.
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OP 44 PoV
"Kuki?"
She glances in my direction, "What."
"Can I ask you what happened?"
"You too, huh?"
I calm myself. This was going to be *fun.* "What do you mean, Numbah Three?"
She spins to catch me in a death glare - "Stop Calling Me That! My Name Is Kuki!"
I blink at her, quite afraid. She turns away from me again. I noted then that she is holding a tattered orange hoody. She softened towards me when I ask her about it.
"Wallabee always wore it. He liked this shirt ..... He was wearing it when they hurt him."
Numbah Five sits down in her seat, listening.
"He wouldn't stay down. He didn't want them to hurt us, so he kept fighting back. He was always like that. He'll keep fighting 'till he won, or he couldn't fight back anymore .... More than often it was that."
She runs her fingers along the seams. "So they killed him. And Hoagie took too long."
She looks past me, to Numbah Five. "Wallabee died. For us."
I was uncertain of what to say, but luckily, Five spoke up. "Numbuh Four in't d'ad now, Kuk' He' jus' sleepen' 'till he feels betdah. He'll wa' up, afta d'at"
Kuki Sanban, once called Numbah Three, just shook her head.
To
Be
Continued...