Me: HELLO ALL YOU CRAZY PSYCHOPATHS (sp?) AND DEMONS, IT'S TIME FOR...CHAPTER 3!!!!!!!
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Me: WHAT WAS THAT?!
Audience: WOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Me: Now that's more like it. Today, yo, we'll be reading about Flint Lockwood's kidnapping from his POV, and how Samantha Sparks is going to save him. *wiggles eyebrows*
Disclaimer: Oh, I don't own CWACOM (pronounced kwa-COM) or any of it's peeps, but I do own, THIS PLOT! (sung to the music of Jingle Bells)
Chapter 3 (Yo!)
(Flint's POV)
You know that feeling you get when something really bad's about to happen, like that bubbly feeling in your stomach?
Well, I got that when I was working on a new invention in my lab on Saturday night (at 2:48 in the morning). Steve was curled up in my bed, sleeping like a log. We had a long day and he was so tired that when I offered him a gummy bear, he shook his head and collapsed. Poor monkey.
I was trying to fix my Instant Money Tree, so that when it was done, it would rain money (wow I haven't learned.) Anyways, when I tightened the last bolt, the feeling came and I stood up. Now it was worse.
Really? What's up with this feeling? Oh no, did Dad try to cook again? I heard something move behind me but I shrugged. Probably nothing. I decided it was a good idea to call Sam now, to see if she was at work yet, so I went out the door, into the Port-a-Potty tube and went into the house. Dad was at work, so nothing was burning. I grabbed my phone off the couch and pressed speed dial. I put Sam on and it started to ring. Sam picked up.
"Flint?" she asked, like she knew. I chuckled.
"Was it that obvious?" Jeez, am I calling to much? Oh God no, I don't wanna be a clingy type of person.
But it seemed like she didn't mind. "Yeah, it was. I missed you."
She did? "I missed you too, Sammy. Are you at work yet?" She probably would be, considering she said so last night. Then I remembered our conversation and gulped. Should I really tell her I loved her? I figured it out about 5 minutes after she left. I might have been going to fast, but I didn't care, because I loved her so much. This is going to sound really cheesy, but she's like my everything, my angel, my soul, so yeah.
"Yup, just about to go." It was now or never.
"Hey Sam?" Please don't get mad, Sam. PLEASE!!!
"Yes, Flint?" Don't chicken out Flint, c'mon, be a MAN! (Yeah, right)
"Um, well, I...I...l-l-l-" This big explosion cut me off and someone hit me on the head from behind. I dropped the phone and fell to my knees. Whatever it was, the thing the hit my head hurt like heck! Jeez, I hadn't felt that much pain since when I had to destroy my food machine! This warm, crimson wet stuff rolled down my head. Oh, come on, blood?!
I thought I heard Sam gasp. "Flint?! Flint, can you hear me? Baby, are you Ok?!" I groaned in pain cause my head was throbbing and stinging at the same time. That's gonna leave a mark in the morning.
"Flint! Is that you? Oh my gosh, STEVE!" Sam shouted, but Steve was in the lab, sleep. Darn. I think someone else on the phone screeched, "You have 2 boyfriends!?!" but I didn't care. The person who hit my head tied my arms and legs with some really rough rope I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out, because they put duct tape on it and hauled me outta there. Lemme tell you, I squirmed and wriggled like a worm, but the dude holding me was strong, and then he put a bandanna over my eyes, so all I saw was pitch black darkness. He said something, and I figured he was talking on the phone, but I could only make out, "See..boyfriend...ChewandSwallow...50,000...tomorrow."
I think I must've blacked out, because I couldn't hear anything. Man, I hope Sam's gonna be Ok. It sounded like a ransom to me, the guy, and that much money?! Jesus.
I woke up some hours later (or it could've been days, I dunno) and my head and arms were stinging and throbbing in sync, like some pain drum on my body. I tried to move, but then my arms started throbbing even more, and I probably could've screamed bloody murder right then and there, but I was dizzy and I felt acid in my mouth, and cloth. I heard some people talking in deep voices, maybe two or three, so I took a deep breath and focused.
"Be here...1 hou...50,000 dolla...kill bot...Austrai..." a first guy said. They were in another room, I guessed, and with the door closed too. I strained my ears harder.
"No...Russi...sell dru...take Lockwo...invent cra...more money..." another guy said. They were going to take me to Russia to sell drugs and invent stuff?! Well. Someone pounded on a wall or something and the two men stopped talking. A feminine voice yelled fiercely into the room, "I'm here, you jackass, and I want my Flint, dammit!" Now I could here that real clear! Was it Sam?
I tried to call out, but my mouth started to hurt and I tasted blood. Really? What the heck did they do to me? A heavy guy pounded over to me while another stomped to the door and opened it. The guy ripped off my bandanna and my duct tape and I yelled. That hurt, man! Sam was standing at the door, her green eyes glowing with anger and she looked mad as heck! If I had to take a bet on who looked angrier right now, the devil or Sam, I'd say Sam. She glanced at me and gasped.
"Oh my god, Flint!! What did they do to you! You made him BLEED?!" She shoved past the big, burly guy at the door and walked up to me. I tried to smile, but I know it came out as a grimace. My mouth began to taste like blood again. Sam snarled at the guy holding me, and even my head snapped up. Jeez, when girls wanna be cruel, they can be cruel! The guy next to me flinched.
"Where's the money?" he asked in a raspy voice. I figured he was the one who talked to Sam on the phone. Sam growled and took out a brown paper bag. She threw it at the guy at the door and he caught it with some trouble.
"Now give me my Flint and Steve and let me out of here NOW," she snapped and shoved the man next to me roughly. He stumbled back and walked over to the man with the money.
"Oh Flint, are you alive? Oh no, look at your eye! It's a human black hole! Oh, look at Steve! His foot is bleeding! Ugh, we need to get you two outta here," she said while unbuckling something. I glanced over to where her hands were and she was unfastening, no, more like ripping, a chain off my arm. She did the same with my other arm and legs, and did the same to Steve. I slid down the wall and groaned. My legs burned and Sam ran back over to me. She draped my stinging arms over her shoulders and picked up Steve with her free hand. We walked over to the door (with some pain) but the two men blocked our way.
"Move. The. Hell. Over. NOW." Sam punched the first guy in his face and he yelped in pain, stumbled back and Sam kicked open the door. She guided us out and slammed it back. A black Mercedes was waiting out front. Sam put Steve in the back seat gently and tucked me into the passenger seat. She climbed in the driver's seat and turned on the car while taking out her black and purple cell phone. Sam dialed 9-1-1.
"Um, my name is Sam Sparks, and- yeah, that's me! Anyways, my boyfriend- yes, him, and his...pet monkey Steve were kidnapped and held for ransom in- no, ChewandSwallow, not ChewandFollow. Yeah, there bleeding and I think Flint broke his arm, and might have a head concussion. Ok. A black Mercedes-Benz. Ok. Thank you." She hung up and squealed out of the parking lot, making my stomach lurch.
"Sorry if that hurt, we've gotta get outta here before those jerks figure that it's fake money," she said calmly and smirked. I cocked my eyebrow, which hurt too. I cleared my throat.
"How...bad do I...look?" I whispered in a hoarse voice. She frowned.
"Well, you're still the hottest guy I've ever met, but...you look like you just got ran over by a semi-trailer carrying 23 grand pianos going over a newly paved highway." I cringed. I looked that bad?!
"So...pretty messed up, huh?" She smiled a crooked smile.
"Yeah. But you're still my Flint. I was really worried about you Flint! I mean, it's one thing to be kidnapped, but while I'm not there?! And look at you, you're bleeding all over my upholstery!" I looked down, and that was a bad choice.
"Sorry." She rolled eyes and her grin broadened.
"You really think I'm worried about my car when you're bleeding like crazy?! Jeez, it's like you don't know me!" she joked and pulled to a stop. I glanced out the window and saw that we were at the dock. I'm guessing I had a puzzled look on my face, because Sam pointed to her cell phone.
"They're picking us up with a medic helicopter."
"Oh!" Then I looked at Steve. He was pretty bad, and he was in a rough sleep.
"Up, up and away with us, huh? What about your car? And Steve?" She shrugged.
"I guess they're going to pick it up on a boat or something. Steve's coming with us, 'cause there's a vet waiting on the 'chopper. Does that explain everything?"
"Pretty much." We sat in a comfortable silence and waited until the helicopter got here. We knew because a loud, fluttering-like kinda noise came from above. Sam helped me and Steve out of the car and the vehicle landed next to us. Two guys wearing white suits with red crosses on the back scrambled out with a stretcher. I backed up a bit. I could still walk, right? Did I really look that bad?! Jesus. Sam grabbed my hand and squeezed it lightly, so it didn't hurt. I smiled back and glanced nervously at the doctors. One of them stepped up.
"Hi. I'm Gerome Krailer. Um, if you don't mind, could you get on the stretcher, please? You're bleeding all over the place and you might die of a loss of blood," he said and Sam nodded encouragingly and gave me a gentle nudge towards the stretcher. I sighed and climbed on with her help. They rolled me onto the helicopter and Sam hustled in after me with Steve in her arms. She sat down on a seat and smiled. The pilot handed her some headphones and gave me some, too. Nice guy.
"So, how are you feeling? Your blood's flowing a little slower."
"Um, I feel like crap. Say, could you get me that glass of wat-" Something sharp jabbed into my side and I yelped in surprise. Then my vision began to get cloudier. Sam jumped up hazily and shouted something to this other guy, but I couldn't fully understand it. Then everything went black.
Me: Ok, now this is just a story, not a three-shot! But whatever, I SWEAR, the next chapter WILL BE THE LAST ONE!!!! I swear on this fanfic's GRAVE! MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
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