DO NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOU HAVE READ CHAPTER 14 FIRST!!
Okay. So all of chapter 14 was typed in one day when I was like…really sick. When I'm sick my mind tends to do…things. Like this. It's not supposed to be taken seriously. Seriously, don't take it seriously. I'm serious, man. As another warning, it includes useless and random things that may be stuff like swears or just plain stupid. All of the "XTRA" author notes past the chapter title are put in bold for your convenience. Kids, don't read this with a parent near your shoulder. (I'm one to talk)
Don't yell at me, I love doing these little non-plot things…off to the side…crap that I can...put on this side story hole. It's just so fantastic, I think my kitty just jumped onto my lap! Noooo, kitty! Don't fall asleep, noooo! Now I can't type no mores!!
Chapter Fourteen: Scorched
Running out of places…
When we had returned for school after winter break, a new semester had started—meaning that I had dropped the health class (thank God!)Hallelujah holly, break out the champagne, ho ho ho. and had moved on to a music class.
I don't think it took very long for the teacher to discover that music was in fact a hidden passion of mine. Given, we got rid of our piano quite a while ago, but that doesn't exactly mean I didn't get more than enough chances to play it, especially in random places such as school. In bars too, hoo hoo. The teacher seemed a little too thrilled that I had an interest in music, and constantly pestered me about accompanying the art teacher for maybe some help in a sort of musical. Suck-up.
Pffft. I'll stick to playing piano for classroom projects, thanks. Total suck-up.
Speaking of which, this whole thing had also revealed to basically everyone else that yes indeed, I was rather good at playing piano Oh really? I suck—and just music in general. The people included on who learned this were Jeremy, Aelita, and yes…Yumi. Oh la la, first time he said the name!
The thought of Yumi second suddenly brings anxiety to my brain, as I know with every look she gives me that she's dangerously close to pulling me aside one night to ask me just all the questions she's been meaning to ask me for the past three months ever since that tornado hit. Being finally signed up for the martial arts class didn't help either.
I surprised even myself with how good I still was, despite the fact I only got out to practice about once every week or so. Yumi third was a bit shocked too, at first. But before I knew it the past was repeating itself all over again—if not with a little bit of apathy to spice it up. The only thing that had changed, really, is my added height and strength that really only had a small asset to Yumi's fourth ferocity. Finally, after so long, finally I was able to see the old Yumi fifth again. This was her game and her life—and the rules were anything goes.
As a side note, I just realized that Jim has gray hairs. Quite a bit of them, too. OLD FART
lol, fart.
Mr. Delmas was more than generous enough to let Nevaeh come and stay with me every other weekend, but every time I tried to thank him discreetly creety creety discreetly he'd always wave me off—probably because it just brought back the memory of being humiliated in front of two students by a seventy-four year old lady on the phone. Oh well. We have a record of it, that's all we need.
In turn, Nevaeh's stays with us have been quite memorable, especially to her and the new friends she made. Awww.
Odd made a quick bond with Nevaeh in his jokester way, clowning about with her and making her giggle to the point where I'd worry over her health. Odd would always tell me not to dwell upon it too much, as Kiwi would look over her. I don't know if Kiwi liked little kids, but Nevaeh didn't seem to mind as she played with the dog's features so much that she made a game out of it. I almost felt sorry for the dog as he gave me a death stare, ears flat and lips pulled back to as far as Nevaeh could stretch them. Sounds like what I would do to dogs, cuz kitties are better yo. I like cats. At least he was tolerant with her.
Jeremy, albeit the sulk-monster RAAAAR! that he was, often came and visited with us if Nevaeh just happened to be around. Most of the time it was just to curtly give Nevaeh a small trinket for her to keep, and she would always respond with a generous thank you, even though sometimes that gratefulness had to be urged by me first. Something told me that he deeply liked my little sister; it's just the fact that she was related to me made him a little more distant to her than he would've liked.
Aelita visited me with Nevaeh as often as she could, overly fascinated and enjoyed by her curiosity and her fantasies. flabbergastia More often than not she'd jump right in to Nevaeh's imagination, playing along with whatever she desired. Nevaeh warmed right up to Aelita only about an hour faster than the others, and thoroughly loved it when she was around.
And every now and then when Aelita came, Yumi sixth followed quietly behind, like a silent, embarrassed black ghost. Her hesitation, of course, didn't fly past my sister's head, and Yumi seventh unwillingly found herself at the center of attention as Nevaeh pulled her into her little play world. It's not like Yumi eighth didn't have any experience with toddlers, it's just the fact that once again, Nevaeh was related to me. Still, Yumi ninth got over this wall a little bit and danced along with her, letting the little girl toy with her however she pleased. At certain moments where she had forgotten everything about life beforehand, I saw a piece of Yumi tenth that I had rarely ever seen before after I came back: sweet laughter, pure good-natured humor, and a type of succulent joy that was so hard to find nowadays. For some reason, Nevaeh had a certain impact on everyone that seemed to squeezer-doodles all of the good feelings out—from even the most shut up. Indeed yes, I did see Jeremy smile and laugh as Nevaeh pulled off a few of her cute stunts.
When I say that she squeezeder-doodles all of the good feelings out in the open, I mean it for me possibly more than anybody else. It was all so strange and dream-like, whenever Nevaeh was around or the thought of Nevaeh stuck in my mind I became…shall we say, free. All of the past horrors, all of the mishaps and dangers and fears, they all dissipated into the relaxation and freedom that Nevaeh's innocence offered. I didn't have to lie with her. I didn't need to push her away. This was Nevaeh, and this was me. Every time she fell asleep on my chest in the middle of the bedtime story, and every time I took a breath with her weighing me down I felt a sort of softness that I hadn't felt in far too long a time. Nevaeh was mine. For a while, I was truly happy—and so was a lot of people around me. It was a release, yes. oh my god the fluff and floofy happiness is killing me. Brain…pink…liquid…oozing out…fluffy shit…invading…capacity…
But a painfully short one. Whew, fluffy shit overtaken by Tinny my pet xenomorph.
It was a Saturday on a week that Nevaeh stayed with Mrs. Periwinkle. Spring had finally arrived, and all of the snow had melted away, I want the snow to do that here leaving the days lukewarm. In the afternoon we were to take a trip to an amusement park for a 'physics' test on the rides. Though many were excited for it, I silently stayed off to the sides. Parks meant rides. Rides meant roller coasters. Roller coasters meant heights. Heights at high speed meant a huge no-no. WEE. Rollar coastars! I loves dem so much! To my relief, there were a few other people that for their own reasons couldn't stomach a high-speed joy ride, so I basically hung out with them and a teacher chaperone, namely Mrs. Meyer. As she apparently said, she was a month in. In other words, she was expecting. She be teh preggers.
The day was gray and a little dreary, but nothing stopped the excitement of all of the amusement-lovers as they raced around, not giving a crap about physics but giving all they had for the best rides the park had to offer. Our little group of poopers lol he said poop did some things, bought popcorn, talked, went on some of the rides that weren't as severe as a roller coaster, and, of course, people watched.
It was during one of those rest moments of people watching. I was standing because there was no place to sit, and all the others were just sitting and blither-blathering one of my friend's favorite sayings about whatever they pleased. My eyes wandered about the sparse crowd, watching random scenes unfold before me. Strollers, parents, kids, executioners, some unicorns, a few flower beasts, a Digimon or two, a vampire hunter, maybe a few werewolves, some doo-doo droppings, random groups of teenagers from our school and others…
That's when our eyes met. Slate gray ones to lime green ones, both our eyes widened to dish plates, and I quickly excused myself. (cue Chariots of Fire music!) Her mouth had opened in shock, and if I had left any more time ticks I hate ticks with a passion in between, she just might say the wrong thing.
Taking a large sprint over, I bounded right to the group of friends she was with, including the nameless boy that she undoubtedly liked. She barely had time to utter a syllable I didn't mean it, Westley, every last syllabub! (omfg Princess Bride book reference) before my hand slapped over her mouth.
"U—,"
"Don't. Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't," YES! I immediately whispered in a plea. The boy's eyes flashed in sarcasm as he quaintly replied.
"Wow, Tara, first off that's the first time a boy's ever run to you like that, and second off that's the most I've ever heard come out of his mouth in like, ever,"
Tara. Goddammit. Such a wrong time to reunite.
Uneasily I removed my hand from her mouth as she breathily replied to the boy in a voice dripping with fake venom.
"Shut up, Derek. Just shut…up," Hmm, sounds like me. Only I don't have a boyfriend, and I don't know ANYONE named Derek.
The boy, Derek, looked as if he was about to give a sharp, playful retort, but followed her order OBEY THE FIST nonetheless as she continued, hoarsely asking me one very good and simple question.
"What the crap happened to you…?"
A very good question indeed.
"Oh, oh shi—…I…damn," I grabbed Tara by the shoulders, ducking behind a building so my group lost sight of me. I wanted to type restroom building, but for some reason I just couldn't. I faced her against the wall, roughly in a panic. Tara was overly confused herself, and, dare I say it, scared.
"Oh damn…where do I start…?"
Tara stole a glance back at her friends, possibly telling them to stay where they were. She looked back up at me with yet again a simple answer.
"Start at the beginning," no duhr, idiot.
"…What did you notice when I first moved to your school?" I asked, trying to get a grip on reality where I should even start this story.
"Your cheek. And that every few days or so your…uh, skin got uh…,"
"Butchered?" I put in, suddenly into this, "Destroyed? Mauled? Beaten? Eaten? Blown up? Nuclear wasted? Brick'd? Tyrannosaurus Rex'd? Paralyzed? Cute-i-fied?"
Tara scrunched her eyes closed and shook her head to rid her mind of the word choice I had provided. lol
"Y-Yeah, that…,"
"And don't tell me—I'm a murderer turned into a ghost, OMG WEEE! Fun times! right?" I sharply said, feeling unexplained anger rise through my muscles.
"Well I-I,"
"Right?" I confirmed, starting to lose it. Tara still kept her eyes closed as she answered.
"Yes—no, I don't know. I don't know anything. No, little girl, no you don't. Ul—what's going on?" she slipped. I forced myself to calm down through a few deep breaths.
"It's Reese," I clarified, "Reese Anders now. Let's just say…I'm under alias I've never even seen that show,"
Tara opened her eyes, honestly curious and still confused. I launched into a very shortened summary of everything I had gone through, starting with leaving Kadic and my father's abuse, and hastily ending at Aelita, the newscast's mistake, and the paranoia (Paternophobia: Fear of your freakin' father. I think. I dunno. I am sleepy. I need food.) I have that my father is out looking for me. By the time I was done, Tara's eyes were wide in astonishment.
"Reese…that's it, right?" she asked. I nodded to her, and she went on, "I knew it. Oh I knew we should've told someone. We were going to, actually. That week that you left…we were seriously going to tell someone that Friday. Pfft. Sure you were. But then you were gone. We didn't know what to do after that. Derek omfg I just read that as Duck. XD—you know, that annoying boy of mine stop showing off, bitch—suggested that we wait just one more school day after a week…was it a week or so? I don't remember, but all I do remember is going home that night and finding the…the newscast…you know.
"After that I was so scared that I had seriously screwed facehuggers screw yer face up. I couldn't sleep for nights. After a while I was able to sleep, but always when I was alone I just couldn't help…,"
I let out a long, low breath. There was a second or so of silence before Tara picked up again.
"And then I saw you here…I didn't know what to think. I thought you were just a likeness of, well, you know. Yeah, sure, with a scar and everything. Good one, squishy. Then you looked up at me and recognized me, and I just…I don't know. I don't know."
She shook her head, a short lonely braid of her crimson hair next to her face swishing swishy-swashy the border states were wishy-washy (United States Civil War crap) back and forth. I looked at her for a while, sadly calm.
"If only I had said something sooner…," Hmm, where have I heard of a phrase like that before? Oh my god, try EVERYWHERE she whispered, still kicking herself for her mistake.
"Yeah, things may have been different," I supplied for her, "But there's nothing you can do. Tara, this is going to sound bizarre, have you ever noticed how Code Lyoko uses the word 'bizarre' a lot? but I need you to keep your mouth shut for just a little longer,"
Tara immediately straightened her gaze to me, utterly shocked. Before she could ask, I went on.
"It's going to kill you, I know. But I need you to stay quiet, please. You can tell your friends—they're good people. Honestly, Tara, this is for the best. Or maybe it's not. I know only a little bit more than you do. Please, just don't tell. Please. If something happens this time around, the weight won't be on your shoulders if you didn't tell. It'll all be me. Please, I know it's hard to understand, but you've gotta try. I don't want you or anybody else to get hurt. Whoever's dead in that river—that's the Ulrich Stern you knew. Please, Tara," whiney-ass beggar.
Tara was silent for a long time as she stared at me straight in the eye, processing omg like a robot what she should do. For a while I was frightened she might say no, but after a while she finally gave in.
"Okay…Alright. Whatever you say. You know about this more than I do, that's for sure. I'm just…I'm just glad you're alive at least. I'm sorry about…you know," she finalized, saying a good-bye with a sorry.
"Her death wasn't your fault," OMG YES IT WAS only not I said, stepping to the side as she slowly inched away from the concrete building.
"I know…I know that…," she said softly, forcing herself to believe it. I was about to let her go when something caught my mind, and I grasped her arm, making her turn her head around.
"Tara, wait," I paused, mouthing a few syllables more syllabubs before continuing, "I…never thanked you for your hospitality," I confessed. She forced out a smile for her final answer to me, as well as the last few words until our hopeful next meeting.
"You never needed to," why am I suddenly thinking of Batman now…?
She jogged back into her group of friends, and I watched, mystified as they slowly blundered away to some of the park rides. I shook my head a few times, and returned to my group just as they were going to send out a few people to get me, seeing as if Kadic was leaving for the day.
It really was such a bad timing for a reunion.
HIDDEN: Your true self waits at every corner
Like some sort of Japanese Dragon. Like, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, only that was freakin' Chinese, you idiot. (runs and cries)
There was ground, and there was gravity, though I couldn't see it. Everything was black—a nothing type of black. The air was moist and thick and full of puke and sewage and cotton candy, and rather sickening no duh (except for the cotton candy). It was also very heavy with something, but I couldn't place it…until the zombie caught my vision, and I suddenly realized it.
Panic.
It was the Yumi eleventh zombie again, but she looked darker, more evil and definitely a lot angrier than before. Her entire aura seemed to spell out 'YOUR FAULT' as she stared at me, the thin pupils very catlike and demanding. She said nothing, but raised her clawed I really want zombie claws for fingers hands. All of the sudden new shapes appeared, in the figures of huge, black, wolfish dogs with giant shoulders sloping downwards to the rear, where a short tail swept back into nothingness. They were very rugged, sinister and feral, their eyes glowing softly in the blackness. There was a whole sea of them alongside the zombie and behind her, growling, snarling, and constantly dripping hungry saliva from the heavily fanged mouths. It was evident, they wanted meat. Yay! Meeeeat iiiiis gooood.
Hellhounds. Um…YAY AGAIN!
The zombie spoke. It was short and vengeful, and like all the others, haunting. The only thing was, it was spoken as if it was a fragment. It was most definitely not a complete sentence.
why I not bolded?
"Open for attack!"
The dogs—the hellhounds Yay once more!, suddenly all started to bark and snarl louder than before, and each of their barks chanted one thing:
Macduff! Macduff! MacRUFF! MacRUFF! Wooo!
Then, one yowled. The rest followed. Yumi twelfth stepped back, and they leaped. Fangs were at my neck, claws pinned me down, and mouths greedily took from my gut. Then—
Morning. Awww, no more pains?
Sunday morning. Odd was messily sprawled over his cot again, and Kiwi was tangled in my legs. Like my cat in the morning I have to admit it wasn't long before Kiwi was disturbed and Odd was left alone in the room. I was lucky this morning. I actually slept until nine a.m.
When I got to the courtyard of DOOM I was greeted with a nice morning surprise of a reincarnation of the main figure of my nightmare, only with more normal colored skin.
Yumi thirteenth stood with Aelita, gently talking to her and clutching something very, very familiar to me. Though the sheath had been replaced with a lighter, fancy black leather one, the hilt remained the same deep wine red it had always been, catching the sunlight in that same mournful way. omg emo.
That must've been…what she wanted to talk to Mr. Delmas about…something clicked I say clicked a lot in this chapter in my head.
She must have to use my sword instead of her family's ancient katana for martial arts practice. Now that I think about it I remember Jim wanting to ask Yumi fourteenth a few questions off to the side during class. That must've been what it was, permission to bring a martial arts weapon for class to school. Apparently it was an affirmative, and must've been the reason why Yumi fifteenth was here on a weekend. Haha almost plot-hole cleverly covered up at last second.
As they were near the vending machines, and of course because my mouth was dry, I was a tad forced to encounter them and maybe eavesdrop on some conversation. My mouth was just dry, seriously. I swear it. Liar.
"…What do you mean another girl?" Aelita asked as I approached. Yumi sixteenth flinched as I did, but kept talking nonetheless.
"I mean I saw him at the park. He was talking to someone else. Aelita…are you um, sure that he…,"
"Wait, you're saying that in the first place I have feelings for—," of course you do
"Wait, no, nevermind. It's just that…," I LOVE HIM, OKAY THANKS BYE
The machine filled up my cup in that moment's silence where Yumi seventeenth struggled to find an answer or excuse.
"I, I have to go. Put this away. Um…see ya," she uneasily said as she jogged away just a little too fast. Aelita waited a moment more to make sure no one was going to come near when she picked up where Yumi eighteenth had left off.
"You talked to another girl that wasn't from this school yesterday?" she inquired as I sipped the hot soap-water chocolate. I accidentally inhaled (somebody made me inhale applesauce the other day at school. It went up my nose, but thankfully did not come out it) some of it when she mentioned the girl, and began to choke for a minute or so. Aelita patted my back until I stopped coughing, and waited for me to reply.
"Y-yeah I did…that was Tara, remember…? The girl I told you about from my other school?"
Aelita nodded, "Yeah. Yumi nineteenth said she saw you um, intimately talk to her. She must've known you as, well, the other you, huh?"
I slid my jaw I love doing that when bored to the side as I contemplated what she told me, "Yeah. She knew me the other way around. Thank God I got to her when I did before she started shouting my name across the park. I just gave her the heads up on what the crud was going on in my life. You have to agree—that is a little intimate," what I write here?
There was a pause in our conversation as a few kids collected some drinks from the machine, separating me and Aelita oh noes apocalypse! for a second or so. When they had cleared, I asked her a question or two.
"So you say that Yumi twentieth saw me then?" Aelita confirmed this with a nod. I let out a whoosh of air and ruffled my hair nervously.
"Did she say if she heard anything…?" I uneasily said. Aelita made no hesitation I say that word a lot too to reply, easing the nerves.
"No. First of all it was way too loud at that park; second of all she apparently didn't want to be seen. That's all she told me so far until you walked up,"
Whew. I can relax again. omg zoolander is the stoopidz
"Any heads up on Lyoko?" I asked quietly, noticing Jeremy obviously avoiding us. Aelita shrugged and knocked her head from side to side.
"Sort of. Xana seems to have calmed down ever since he attacked with the clone. Not calmed down so much that he's been quiet, but calmed down enough that he probably wouldn't be trying anything that bad anytime soon. Other than that…,"
"Same ol', same ol'?" I finished. Yeah, exploring the Digital Sea must be cool, but like always, something must get boring eventually. No duhr, moonscoop.
"Yeah," Aelita said. I think my cat just clawed a hole in my pants…
"Goody," I replied. Silence passed between us for quite a while before we parted to do our own thing. False alarm, thank god.
Besides, Odd had woken up. The courtyard was sure to turn into a monkey house if I were to linger there.
HILARITY: Um, crazy spiked hair with a giant purple stripe through it?
Jeez, what an oddball.
The gym was empty. Some red mats were propped up against the wall, ready to be used if needed to. I slid out of my jacket and replaced my gloves with thick black strips of cloth specifically made for martial arts training. After I was thoroughly done wrapping them around my hands in that specific way, I grabbed one of the mats and laid it down on the ground, using my foot to guide it to the place I wanted it to be. As I took my shoes off, a door from one of the locker rooms shut, the banging sound ringing throughout the gym. In the middle of slipping off my second shoe I glanced up, seeing Yumi twenty-first standing in front of the door. I debated on putting my jacket back on, but something inside pestered me to just let it be. Instead I concentrated on taking my sock off.
I heard Yumi's twenty-second steps echo on the floor as she slowly approached. I didn't look up at her until my shoes and socks were stowed away near my jacket and gloves. When I did she met my gaze directly, unwavering with a little fire, but burning with both questions and anger. Thank god the questions overtook the anger.
She didn't take her boots off as she stepped onto the mat with me. Words didn't need to be exchanged; it was already known and official. It was an accepted challenge. I shut up mostly except for counting now cuz I like this part.
Without even bowing the first blow was delivered by the both of us, Yumi twenty-third giving a rather high round kick and me stepping in and punching at her. I felt the wind of the round kick graze my ear as I moved in with my fist. She caught it right before it hit her cheek and twisted her hips even more as she controlled her leg so it hit my neck. There was no re-chamber involved so it didn't hurt; it was just a stun technique. Flowing with pure instinct, my left hand closed into a fist and jabbed forth in a low uppercut aimed to her stomach. Yumi twenty-fourth spat a breath of air in my face in preparation for the blow and in an attempt to confuse me. The punch blew into her stomach, to which she bent her spine back to help take the blow. The wind got into my eyes and made them temporarily dry. Forced to flutter my lids a bit, I was left off-guard for a split second. Yumi twenty-fifth took her chance perfectly and re-chambered her leg way back into a side kick chamber, and let it loose. I had enough time and warning to stride off to the side, therefore having her painful boot just kicking the left side of my gut instead of the center of it. It still hurt like hell, but it was in a less vital area. like your (bleepers of bad bad word) or something, right?
Without hesitation to counter her kick I hop-stepped in just as she retracted her leg in an offensive side kick—similar to the standing side kick Yumi just threw, only moving inwards. Yumi twenty-sixth jerked backwards by reflex and barely halved the slam by throwing her arm down so I kicked her hip instead of her chest. I set my foot down, closing the space between us so there was almost enough room to breathe each other's air. Yumi twenty-seventh took immediate advantage of the mat and threw her hand, grabbing the shirt around the back of my neck as well as a bit of my scruff. Her other hand grabbed the thigh area of my pants leg. She lifted on the leg and jammed down the pressure on my neck, squeezing her knee into my stomach to allow a base for a human-like lever.
Using my own weight against me she flipped me through the air. Little did she know that's what I wanted her to do. As soon as she began to lift me up I grabbed her waist and shoulder in a mega-drag, pulling her down with me as I flipped. In result I fell pretty badly in terms of how you're supposed to do a back fall, but I had my chin tucked in far enough that my head didn't experience a whiplash. Yumi twenty-eighth uttered a surprised gasp as she fell with me, and before she knew it she had landed ungracefully on top of me. Since I was prepared for this to happen Yumi twenty-ninth was tossed to the side like a rag doll as I rolled, fixing my legs with hers so they were locked and she couldn't kick. My left hand found an arm of hers and pinned it to her stomach, while my right wrist pressed onto her neck, as if to restrict her breath. OMG RAPE?! A minute or two passed with us like that, both panting hard as a smirk flashed across Yumi's thirtieth face.
"Good one," she congratulated. I merely panted in reply, but in the middle of the fray I simply adore that band I had forgotten one important thing.
"But not good enough!" Yumi thirty-first exclaimed as she took her unlocked hand, enclosed it into a fist, and punched my face sideways.
Ow. Your fault, doofus.
The match was fairly called a draw—one for me for catching Yumi thirty-second by total surprise with the mega-drag, and one for her for having the last say with her hit. Though I wanted to stay and practice more, instinct screamed at me to leave before any questions were asked.
Obviously I didn't leave fast enough. I didn't even make it close to my things before Yumi thirty-third reached up and grabbed me backwards with a rear choke. Go Go Girl Power!
"You're not going anywhere, boy," she seethed in my ear, "Sit. Now,"
Inwardly groaning, I let her ease her grip on me before pushing her away and sitting down on the red mat. Yumi thirty-fourth sat cross-legged opposite of me and took in a breath to calm herself down. I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from her as I anticipated the storm that was undoubtedly edging to come.
"Your sister certainly has me and my friends occupied," she began softly. I sensed she was hiding back some pretty strong negative emotions, but started with this one instead.
"Mmm…she tends to do that I tend to poop," I replied, looking down and closing my eyes.
"It's funny how much you show your care for her…," (It's funny how much I poop)
Funny? Here comes the bomb. (Funny? Here comes the poop)
"Mmm poop," came my response, as neutral as ever. After all I knew what was bound to happen next. Bound to poop next
"…and yet you don't seem to show even a fraction of that poop care to anybody else," she finished, an edge of poopiness acid to her voice. I didn't poop for once flinch.
"You really poop a lot love her, don't you?" she said, her voice wavering with more poopiness emotion, "What about Aelita? Or hey, what about Aelita when you were pooping that one time talking to that other girl?"
"That 'other poop girl' just happens to be one of my friends from my old school," I retorted, immediately defending the poop Tara.
"Just a friend?" Yumi thirty-fifth poop shot. (oh my god, accident. XD thirty fifth poop shot)
"She has a boyfriend, named Poops-a-Lot Derek," I pooped confirmed.
"And no one gives a poop crap about Jeremy…!" Yumi thirty-sixth broke. Ohhhh poop shit. So this is where she was taking it. I knew it was stupid to say this, but I did nonetheless.
"It's none of your poopin' business—,"
"None of my poopin' business? News flash, poop hot shot, Jeremy is my poop friend, and Aelita is too. Whatever you're doing to her—done to her, whichever—it's…you just don't understand the poop at all."
Of course I don't understand the poop. Of course I don't care about the poop. Of course I show my not going to say that here love only to Nevaeh, because she's the only poop safe person I can show it to. Of course, of course, of course.
Of course you don't understand the dark side of the poop!.
"Oh yeah. Poop Bitch. Please," I angrily muttered. Yumi's thirty-seventh eyes flashed in poopiness anger. I ignored that as I finally looked up, brow furrowed in an pooped irked manner.
"You have a strong Nu-uh, not going to say it here either bond with your friends, yes?" I asked rhetorically, "Then why are you pooping speaking for them? Don't you think that if they had a poopin' problem with me oh shi—that didn't work out they'd be smart lol smart I am not enough to talk to me themselves?" I challenged. Score, big poopin' guy. Yumi thirty-eighth flinched and retracted back, her lip curled over her canine's poop tooth.
"What is this I'm seeing here? I am seeing poop. I see pooped people. Why are you speaking in such a way about your poop 'friend' Aelita? What is this feeling, so sudden and new?" I felt the moment, I LAID EYES ON YOU. My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling, my face is flushing—WHAT IS THIS FEELING? Fervent as a flame, does it have a name, yeeeesssss…
LOATHING.
UNADULTERATED
LOATHING.
A growl puttered about in Yumi's thirty-ninth throat, and her poop legs slowly uncrossed. Her motions were lost on me as I finally pulled together my poops conclusions on the tongue.
"Is this…God poopin' forbid, is this your poop jealousy? Come now, tell me—is it really jealousy?" Is this really your poop?
A harpy war cry blasted past Yumi's fortieth lips as she leaped, slamming me back on the mat. Her hands clenched about the rungs of my tank top, sweating and shaking. Creased in an angry wildcat way, her face growled over mine, teeth bared and eyes wildly angry. Nothing but a poop smirk dominated my face. I had got her. God this is getting really disgusting. (only getting?)
But was she really all that pooped jealous…? (and yet I still continue)
Yumi forty-first looked as though she was about to carry on with this heated spat of hers, until she must've seen some poop something out of the corner of her poop eye. The anger faded almost instantly as she glanced down at my tussled shirt, and almost instantly oh my god I suck, 'almost instantly' in the same sentence, you tard she gave a cry and let go of my tank top, sitting back up on my stomach. Slightly pooped confused at first, I propped pooped myself up on both elbows. Yumi's forty-second eyes never left my chest. I glanced down, then bit my lip. (you do realize I could've put that word in a lot more than I have and have it be almost unbearable)
She must've seen a few of my abundant poops scars—including a poopin' cheese grater one.
Yumi forty-third scrambled back so she was off of me as I sat up straight, scratching the back of my head and wondering how the poop hell I was going to work myself out of this poop one.
"I-I guess that was my next…," I guess that was my next poop.
"Ehhhh, no. Sorry. No," I quickly responded, fixing my tank top so the collar line was higher up on my chest. Poop Nazi says 'no poop for you.'
"B-But how…," But how, Poop Nazi…
"I said no," I replied, sharply this time. Yumi forty-fourth shook her head multiple times to rid the vision from her mind, and still persisted. No poop for you.
"Wh-What did you do to yourself…?" she asked into thin air, apparently not expecting an answer. How could you do this to your poop, Poop Nazi?
She didn't get one either. (I actually do not watch Seinfeld, hurr hurr hurr)
Having had quite enough of this poopin' conversation, I stood up and hastily grabbed my jacket and roughly pulling it on, discreetly slipping the yin-yang necklace omfg do I sense a plothole?? into my pocket and removing my martial arts wrappings.
"Y-Your scars…," Y-Your poops… Yumi forty-fifth finally said after a while, "How many do…do…,"
"I don't know what you're poopin' talking about," I said falsely, putting my shoes on. Yumi forty-sixth pooped muttered some sort of defeated sound poop effect as I headed out the door. I blinked as I stepped into the sunlight. I have had quite enough of this poopin' conversation, I shall not have any more of this poopin' rubbish, good day sir.
There was bound to be more questions to come after that encounter. O RLY?
When I got into the courtyard I noticed a few parents running about with the kid trailing behind on an electrified leash. After a while I found Odd, Aelita, and Jeremy on a park bench and walked up to them.
"Um, what's up with all the parents and electrified jellyfish child-babies running behind them?" I asked, jerking my thumb over my shoulder to indicate evil destroyer robots wreaking havoc on my precious bandanas them.
"Oh that?" Odd is emo goth hahahahaha piped, "Didn't you get the memo? It's parent-teacher conference day where they have the kids act like electrified silly little jelly fish things bwahahahaha!"
Ohhhh. That.
Wait, Oh! That! Déjà vu much?
Ohhhhh boy. omfg I just LOVE Quantum Leap! Maybe it's just me, but the thought of that brings my stomach flu is uber sickly to replace my heart will go on and on so stop whining and crying and vice versa. Or maybe it was just the feeling that I've been having all day.
You know, that sickly gut feeling that something stupid bad is happening or will happen. I don't know. It's probably just my paranoia again.
And I'm going to keep telling myself that until it comes true.
Or not.
I like duckies.
SACRIFICE: More of the willing type, really.
Like, pink-willing type.
Evening hit rather coolly as in temperature wise. Evenings do not have attitude if you missed that part with a little cold front in the way. That gut feeling lol guts had stayed with me, growing stronger as the day wore on, but I forced myself to ignore it. Parent-teacher conferences with the jellyfish children drones were still going on, though it had slowed down noticeably from the afternoon because the children had been knocked into a coma from the jellyfish impressions. Yumi forty-seventh had decided to stay the entire day and night here since her parents had already come and gone with Hiroki on a jellyfish rampage. The gang was hanging out just around the sickly vending machines, just talking and stuff in MY HOME? NEVERRR!. I was sitting on a bench near them, sideways to the gate. I was in the middle of reading another Stephen King book—specifically Misery I understand many of you want to do to me what that freakish Misery chick did to the author in that book, but frankly I don't care—and for some reason in the middle of a sentence this strange author butts in and uses the word 'butt' I had the curious curiouser and curiouser! urge to look up at the entryway.
No…it couldn't be, could it…? It's a bird, no, a plane, no, it's…OMG IT'S A METEOR, AAAAGH! (commercial break for Superman—the VERY early stages)
"Nevvie…?" I quietly asked the air. She was standing right there—shivering from the cold. Right in the entrance to one side. On the right side, if you want to know She looked at me very fearfully, and something lurched into my throat. It was a duckie.
This wasn't right. Something is very, very wrong with this picture. No duhr, Sherlock.
"Reese?" Aelita asked, noticing I was staring at something. Something slowly, magically clicked There it is again! in my brain, and my voice was hard and demanding.
"Aelita, the vending machines. Get in there. Now." save the whales.
Rather than question me even though she looked like she didn't understand, she obliged, edging her friends to go with her. Odd, being the thorough idiot that he is, protested rather than move. or reanimate them, whichever.
"Huh? I don't get—," It completely eluuuudes me!
"Move, damn you!" I cursed, scowling at him and shoving him into the little shack shack shack, lol that protected the vending machines. I was about to step back out when Aelita caught my jacket and asked me one question with her fear-filled eyes. Somehow she slightly understood. And yet she wanted to know the entire story.
Before I could say anything, someone answered for her.
"Come and tell me, Nevaeh, where exactly does big brother live?" LUKE THIS IS YER FATHER
That hideous, dark, hateful voice. Shit. (he actually really meant to say poop)
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, ping pong ploop fizzy doom damn and fuck and some more useless unintelligent swears," I swore in a hushed manner, forcing myself to press against the wall with the others. Everyone gave me the curiouser I love Alice in Wonderland eye at to what I was so uppity about, before we heard a scream.
It stiffened my spine like liquid nitrogen. Liquid Nitro, yo. My head unwillingly banged against the metal wall as the scream banana split the silence and peace. Damn that gut my stomach hurts with flu feeling. Damn it to Hell.
It was fnucking right.
"Bruggerrrrrr!! booger" Nevaeh screeched. My teeth clacked together and began to grind as my eyes scrunched tight.
No. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. Wake up, damn you, wake up! You're already awake, welcome to my nightmare, bwaha—hack cough die.
"Bruggerrrrrr!! booger" She called out again, more desperate this time. My hands closed into fists of rage and helplessness. People in the courtyard began to murmur amongst themselves, when suddenly everything strangely went silent to me.
There was a crunching on the dirty gravel yard as he took steps deeper into Kadic. Him. My father. My goddamned father. LUUUKE
This isn't happening. It's a dream. It's all a dream. Wake up. Someone say Macbeth, someone say Macduff, well, I could say Macbeth or Macduff but it wouldn't make a goddamn difference so there, tough beans. I don't care! Oh I know you care. This is a dream, wake up! Wake up!
Nevaeh began to let loose very soft murmured cries, every now and then calling out for me. My mouth hung open in pain and I writhed haggis anyone? against the metal, almost stepping out into sight.
Aelita caught me by the neck gently omfg MURDER, and my tear-skimmed wait, skimmed? wtf? gaze turned to her. She shook her head desperately, even though she knew the pain I was going through. She was the smart one alright, but it was unbearable to just stand there! Or sit.
It's fake. fake rhymes with rake It's all fake. Wake up. Wake up now.
This is real. I mouthed to her, my breaths choppy-it-up and toss it in the soup bowl. Aelita bit down on her cherry red fat lips of your best Jack Skellington nightmare and slowly, sorrowfully nodded.
This is really getting pretty weird.
"What is this? I know I saw him, he was sitting right…here…," LUKE, THIS IS YER FATHER, YOU STOLED MY CHEETOS My father said, most likely standing at the bench I was just at. Nevaeh whimpered, but was cut short. I only like the flamin' hot cheetos.
I did not want to know how. Oh! Ohhh! I want to know! I wanna know! Pick me, Pick me!
He took a few more steps, once again whistling Stairway to Heaven. aka the theme to Star Wars! Suddenly, through the sweat on my fingers, my book dropped to the ground. Dirt on my book? God NOOOOOO! It may have been quiet in reality, but to me it sounded like a bomber man is old and I haven't played it in forever.
My father stopped whistling the happy pretty pony tune. Suddenly I knew where he was going to look next.
And suddenly I remembered something very, very vital. Like your (bleepers the very very bad word)?
I suddenly remembered my father's undying hatred for the Orientals. Say bye-bye to your precious fnucking Naruto.
I glanced over at Yumi forty-eighth standing beside Odd and made a very Speed Racer! fast decision. I leaped across him and grabbed her mouth. She gave a frightened shudder as her eyes flew open. My name is a type of cheese I took my hand away and basically squashed (Imma squash you lika mosquito) her against the wall in between me and Odd, praying, just praying that my father wouldn't see her or sense her. I sense a disturbance in the force, Lukie.
Not a second later did he peek in to find us. A 'warm' You're a mean one, Mistuh Gwinch grin spread across his features as he talked to us like he had just won a hide and seek game.
"There you are! What was that hiding game all about anyways? Come now, you can tell your old man, can't you?" THERE YOU ARE LUKE, WHERE BE-ITH MY CHEETOS?
Most likely against my father's will, Nevaeh poked her head in to catch a glimpse of me. I locked my forlorn gaze with her, because I could outright tell that she was not in her normal sunny stay on the sunny side always on the sunny side stay on the sunny side of life, you'll suffer no pain it'll drive you insane if you stay on the sunny side of life KNOCK KNOCK! mood. That was a camp song, yo.
This little girl was scared out of her skeleton skelerfish and wits. She was even so scared that she didn't dare cry anymore. It meant something. It meant sleep. My father had to have done something to force her to be like this…something like…stuffing cheese down her throat.
All fears just got washed away in a blood cheesy-red ocean of cheese anger. Just imagining what he would've, could've done with cheese sent blazing shots of burning cheese fire screaming through the dairy product blood in my bodily fluid containment unit called veins.
What have you done to her? What have you done with my sketchbook?
What have you done to Nevaeh? What have you done to my sketchbook?
What have you done to my Nevaeh?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY LITTLE INNOCENT SKETCHBOOK?!
My father stepped closer to me, looking around me in curiosity for his cheetos. He must've caught on that we—I—was hiding something.
"What have you got? Another hide and seek game for my cheetos?" He asked. I WANT MY CHEETOS BACK, LUKE. JOIN ME AND WE SHALL SHARE THE CHEETOS. (chee-toes. Ick, toes.)
My voice seethed out like slow moving liquid chocolate is good lava as I replied, dark and irate, "Damn le gasp he swore! right I do, only this time I'm the seeker—and I seek with this!" I snarled, rearing back a fist and knocking him square in the jaw. Yowch, what a good line. Nevaeh yelped and dodged to the side as my father stumbled back. She still couldn't get to me through the tangle Tangla is a pokemon in need of love of legs my father provided. I winced.
He caught himself some fishies before he fell completely and glared at me deeply.
"If that's the way you want to play…," Again, where have I heard that one before? he warned dangerously, "Then I'll play like that…,"
"Go ahead," I snarled in response, "Just try me, bastard," oooh, burrrn!
Aelita held back a high protest. I didn't glance back to look at her. Nothing could be done now—the challenge was made.
My father's eyes flashed with a low 'very well.' Nevaeh softly whined, only to be slapped in the face by you-know-who. You need to be killed in the face.
My eyes widened in a split second, and before my brain told me what I was doing, I lunged right into my father, yowling and screaming like a wolf. Go to Jail Go Directly to Jail Do not Pass Go Do not Collect 200 hundred Dollars go straight to get kicked in the teeth and then killed in the face We were knocked to the other side of the vending machines, and all that was going through my head was how dare he? How dare he? Not Nevaeh, not my little Nevaeh!
I was fairly surprised that no one immediately came to help from the courtyard even with all the screaming and ruckus being made. Nobody came at all. What was this? Some sort of sick joke? Yes, yes it is.
My father found the ground and pushed me back even though I was still hitting and kicking blindly blind people are coolio with all my might. There was a short pause, and just before I was about to kitty pounce back at him I realized where his gaze was directed—specifically, right behind me.
Namely, at Yumi forty-ninth.
"So this is what you were hiding from me…," LUUUKE YOU STILL NOT HAVE THE CHEETOS He plainly stated in a voice that only I knew meant immediate vader-danger.
I froze, my fingers slightly shaking. Aelita tried to softly save what part of Yumi FIFTIETH she could, even though she probably knew it would be of no help.
"Yu-Yumi fifty-first…get back…," she stuttered.
"Yumi fifty-second, is that her name now?" YOU GIVE ME THIS YUMI INSTEAD OF CHEETOS? My father questioned, never taking his stare off of her. I flinched.
"You wouldn't just happen to be protecting her, now were you, my boy?" OKAY, I'LL BE BACK. (one too many Arnie Schwarzenegger movies.)
They say that silence is the best and worst answer and that my feet stink.
My face was slapped aside, and was knocked away, (that made no sense and it was supposed to) temporarily dazed. Nevaeh screamed my 'name' in high worry, stopped by my father snatching her up. Yumi fifty-third let out a gurgled protest before she too was snatched. I let out a strangled cry and forced myself to my feet.
Lukas, omfg can you believe I just realized that? LUUUKE? Oh god I'm so going to be brick'd my father, had dragged them out into the courtyard. I was about to full-blown blast out after them, before he pulled something off I could barely imagine he ever would try. And I just suddenly realized: LUKE-ASS
Out of his pockets came two very different items with all the same purpose one was a cheese log and the other was a box of yummy sushi. He took a gun to a random girl's head and pressed a knife against his own toddler daughter's throat. scary, man.
"You protected this one. I can't imagine why you would protect this...filth. I can't imagine how much you ARE filth, Luke-Ass. How...how could my own son do something like that?"
I flinched as he gave total disrespect for Yumi FIFTY-FOURTH! Did I miss any?. It was only a moment before he went on.
"Choose, then. One or the other. Let's see where your real priorities lie." My priorities lie with sleep. Also, they lie with not caring if you wish to slap me or not.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
((KERSHLAP!))
