Community Service.
AN: "Told you I'll update more often. XD Have fun in this chapter!!
We last saw our hero in the midst of courts and judges, what happens when he tries.. cleaning?"
~Silver.
Chapter 2
Killer Raccoon and Mighty bears.
The pine scented trees lingered around his nostrils. He looked.. silly. He was wearing a lumber styled outfit. Carrying three black garbage bags that glistened in the sun. Scuffing through dirt and rocks, and little shards of glass, candy wrappers and bottle caps. Hearing a couple of women talking about him behind his back. Saying things about his bottom. He just rolled his eyes, and kept going.
They arrived at the place they were meant to clean, it was next to a road, not much cars passed. Chris started picking up the wrappers and bottle caps and stuffing them into one of the bags. Repeating the process, going painfully slow. They started a competition on who can rig up the most garbage. Chris did not partake but kept cleaning, he wouldn't have done it perfectly because a lot of his worker friends kept shoving him out of the way so that they would win. Chris was nearly thrown onto the road, he cursed loudly when a car almost hit him.
"Damn it watch where you are going!" Chris yelled at the driver.
Chris huffed and went back to cleaning the woods. Picking up the dirt, one by one. Why where they cleaning here anyway? In the woods there was much more dirt, why where they wasting their time here? Cleaning up the pits of dirt that- his thought were disturbed because someone threw a plastic cup the kind you get at some fast food restaurant for your soft drink. He cursed and shook his fist at the driver. And threw the pointy stick at him, which cracked the drivers back window.
Chris looked wide eyed . He picked up a pointy stick from one of the men, had to wrestle the bloody idiot for it. And whistled, when the man whose car Chris had broken in a way, came and beat up the man Chris stole his stick from. Chris snickered and continued picking up the shards of garbage that there was.
After the man viciously beat up that man, he left and continued his driving. Chris continued to pick the garbage and stuffing it into the bag. Chris was bored and decided to go clean up some trash along the trail. He thought if he cleaned more than the others he would be forgiven.
He had to find the perfect moment thought, one wrong move and he would be doing... over-time of this hell.
'Better move Redfeild. Over time in this hell is gonna drive me off a cliff.. ready? One.. two..Three.... GO GO GO!' He yelled to himself. He moved swiftly. Almost cunningly, he was stealthy like a fox. When he was in the clear he made the bag crawl behind him, again his boots scuffed on the dirt as he picked them up when he passed every rock, tree, bush and stone. He kept going and then stopped, picking some on some big rock he was sitting on.
He started poking the dirt, making tiny almost non seeing holes into it. It was beginning to get lighter as day was slowly shifting into the afternoon, the sun was swelling up, making cleaning a much more hellish job than it already was. He sighed and took of his shirt and dumped it on the ground like it was some sort of disgusting oily towel. He sunbathed a bit before he got back to work. Knowing the others are probably fighting for the last bagel. He smirked and let the sun shower him with its rays.
He fell asleep shortly after, dreaming about random things. He didn't know how long he was out. When he woke up, Chris got a nasty burn, and a good tan. When he woke up, his garbage bag was ripped, and the trash was scattered everywhere!
He scanned the surrounding area. Nothing seems to be there, his shirt was ripped to pieces as well. Oh now he was ticked! That was his favorite shirt! (He wore something underneath the lumberjack get up). He wanted to sock who was responsible for this! He got up, put on his sucky lumberjack wear. He picked up the pointy stick, as if that would make a difference.
"Come out! And show me what you are made off!" Chris yelled and heard a growling. Chris turned round and saw a small raccoon. It seemed harmless enough, maybe he could just throw a rock and it'll run away.
He grabbed a pebel, and threw it in the direction of the animal. Who just got angry. It chased Chris, growling as if he wanted to eat out ex S.T.A.R.S member. Chris ran like hell, running away from a ferocious raccoon. He ran round trees, rocks and even the occasional bush. He then climbed up a tree and waited right there, the raccoon looked up and waited for Chris to come down. It soon got tired and left, Chris was sticky from something he sat in, but he knew a good shower would work.
When he got down and tried to brush off the sticky liquid off, it was.. sweet? Honey. He then heard.. a growl.. a snort and a big giant growl. He looked slowly around and saw a big.. BEAR!
He nearly was about to faint. It's beady eyed scanned him, and smelt the thick, sweet honey that was on him. Chris stepped a bit backwards, the bear growled out into the air and started chasing Chris. He ran like hell, screaming.
The bear continued to chase him and wouldn't stop till he got his honey. Chris tripped on a rock and fell straight into the mud. He got up, and continued to run like hell, tripped and fell in the mud again!
He cursed loudly and saw a lake nearby he ran and made a very good swan dive. He stayed in the water, floating like an idiot, the bear just sat and waited for him to get out. Chris felt something in his pocket, he whipped out his cellphone. He looked at the bear, took his cellphone and threw it. The bear went after it, like an idiot. Chris got out, wet and cold, he heard the people talk and chat he ran, out of breath he was and arrived to his original spot. Everyone was ready to go clean another nature path.. Chris didn't like the feeling..
TO BE CONTINUED.
AN: WAHOO CH.2 UP! YAY, SO HAPPY!!
OKAY THIS IS PART 1 OF CHRIS'S CLEANING.
WHAT HAPPENS NEXT??
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SORRY THIS IS SHORT, I WANTED TO RUSH IT. BUT YEAH ENJOY
-SILVER