Author's Notes: Dont you hate it when you can't end a chapter because there's so much you have to include to lead the reader further into the next chapter? That's kinda what happened with this chapter... I'm so sorry it took me sooo VERY long to write it, but I hope that you enjoy yourself!
Sareh's Notes: WAHHH! I'M SORRY! REALLY sorry! I've had this chapter in my e-mail bin formonths now and I haven't had a chance to beta-read it! FORGIVE ME! I promise I won't take so long with the next one, I promise! Oh, and kudos to anyone who can find US in this chapter!
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Author: TurtleChan
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Chapter 3:
The Busy Schedule, or
Mr. Guadeloupe Unveiled!
"Silk..." The sun glinted gently off the woman's golden hair as she reached up to stroke his cheek. "Silk..." He whispered again. "I love you." She smiled up at him.
"I love you too, Kharl."
Garfakcy stepped into Kharl's bedroom and instantly shook his head: the lilac-haired star was muttering some strange words, a huge grin splashed across his face... How he managed to smile through his snoring, the green-eyed assistant wasn't sure.
Kharl's pleasant laughter danced across an endless field of sun-drenched flowers. Off in the distance, Silk, beautiful hair streaming out behind her, was running towards him in ridiculously slow motion.
"Kharl!" She shouted, smiling.
"SILK!" Kharl screamed in his sleep, and flopped over to the other side of the bed, effectively frightening his assistant.
"Kharl?" Garfakcy whimpered, worried that his source of income might be having a seizure.
"I'm coming Silk! Wait... for... me." Kharl flopped over again. Twenty twitching-minutes later, Garfakcy was beginning to get fed up. He'd tried shouting, he'd tried slapping, hell, he'd even dumped water on Kharl's head, which had brought about only more twitching and a sad little whimper:
"Oh no Silk, it's raining!" The clock in the hall chimed out nine. If Kharl got up right now he'd have 30 minutes to get ready and still make the "Where We Are" rehearsal on time... Garfakcy heaved a very fake sigh and muttered to himself (rather evilly),
"Well, we'll have to resort to Plan SYD!"(1) The well-trained maid crossed the room, and pressed a secret catch on the frame of a wall-painting. Instantly, the painting and frame swung outward, revealing a silver box embedded in the dry-wall. A quick push in the right place, and the box popped open, dumping a black device into Garfakcy's hands. "Time to wake up Mr. Kharl..." The black "device", more aptly called a "Taser Gun", began to spark with electricity. One quick jab, and the set-on-low stun weapon sent a huge jolt through Kharl's body.
"SILK! DON'T LEAVE MEEEEEEEEEEE!" He screamed, leaping out of the covers and falling clumsily to the floor.
"Good morning, sir!" Garfakcy piped, "You should hurry, you have about half an hour to prepare for the ten o' clock rehearsal which, need I remind you, Silk will be attending!" This seemed to catch Kharl's attention, because the Soap Opera star shouted, leapt to his feet and raced for the bathroom.
"Garfakcy! Get my clothes laid out, please!" Kharl shouted over the faucet. The green-eyed young man growled to himself and trudged over to Kharl's closet, half frightened of what sort of things might be growing in there...
"Places everyone, places!" Lykouleon clapped his hands happily and took a seat in the canvas Director's Chair, which sported his name in fancy writing on its back. Swiftly, the blonde-haired man looked about, and a bewildered look swept onto his face.
"Where is my star?" He called, keeping his voice reserved.
"You mean the idiot?" Silk growled from the stage, rolling her eyes.
"Kharl is not an idiot." Lykouleon started to smile, but his mouth slipped into a little "o" as the aforementioned man, assistant in tow, came barreling through the entrance doors.
"I'm so sorry I'm late!" Kharl shouted, and hurried through the camera equipment.
"Can we get started now?" Silk snarled sweetly, pulling on a fake smile.
"Yes! Kharl, if you please." Lykouleon gestured toward the living-room stage scene. Kharl approached the stage confidently, staring at Silk.The blondeglared in return.
'Stop staring at me.' She growled mentally.
'God, she's beautiful.' He grinned foolishly.
'I'm gonna stab your eyes out.'
'I wonder what she's thinking.'
'BURN IN HELL! BURN IN HELL!' She wanted to shriek, and only sheer will kept her from attacking his goofy face right then and there...
"Alright, people! Let's get rolling!" Lykouleon called cheerfully. The whole theatre fell silent and Kharl took his place behind the stage wing. Silk sat herself daintily on the tan couch-prop.
"Action!" Lykouleon yelled, which was Kharl's cue to enter.
"Where have you been?" Kharl shouted to Silk, allowing "Jimmy's" anger to leak into his voice.
"I've been out with friends. It's not really your business." Silk laughed carelessly.
"Don't give me that crap! Is it true? You're with Guadeloupe!" On cue, a door in the stage slammed open, revealing a fashion nightmare...
"Sweet darling, I'm home!" Fedelta swaggered into the room wearing a denim jacket, a maroon t-shirt, dyed-blue leather pants, muddy combat boots, and a black feather boa.(2)
"Guadeloupe."
"Jimmy." Eye contact sizzled between pair, but their perfect acting was suddenly interrupted by a loud noise from outside the sound stage. A security guard raced frantically over to Lykouleon.
"We have a problem!" He screeched pointing to the door, which began to quake. High and feminine voices drifted through the thick doors.
"1...2...3! KHARL!"
Lykouleon's eyes shot instantly back to the stage, but Kharl seemed to have mysteriously disappeared.
"Where'd he go?" Fedelta blinked.
The lilac-haired man pounded up the stairs and slammed through the roof door. Panting and frightening, he half-crawled to the side of the building, and looked down. There, on the ground below, was a sea of women (and men), most holding up signs with his name scrawled over them in neon and glitter. There was sharp knock on the door he'd just barged through, and spinning around, the star squeaked,
"G-go away!"
"It's only me!" Kharl's three-tone haired assistant peaked around the door. "Just stay up here for awhile boss. I'll call you when it's safe." He disappeared back down stairs again, chuckling evilly. The KKK had taken his newest tips... Heh, heh, heh... Mad Maid was going to be a rich man...
On the roof, Kharl curled himself into a very small ball, and began to chant "They're down there. I'm up here. They're down there. I'm up here. Breathe. Breathe."
"Attention! Attention!" A SWAT team member shouted into his megaphone as he leapt out of a black armored car. "Kharl has left the building! If you don't leave now, we will escort you off the premises." Threatened by riot barricades and scary looking nightsticks, the fan-mob shrugged sadly and clambered back into their "WE LOVE KHARL!" fan-club buses and drove away.
A catchy little jingle interrupted Kharl's roof-top chanting. Quickly, the star uncurled himself and flipped open his cell phone.
"Oh. Garfakcy."
"Come on down Kharl, we have a brunch to attend."
The ridiculously diminished but incredibly popular, super fancy, horrendously expensive, brand new MINI-mini Cooper pulled up to the white painted curb of a quaint, tea-shop style café. Overly tall Kharl clambered out of his company-bought car and peered nervously over his shoulder, hoping a fan girl wouldn't leap out of nowhere.
"Kharl!" The soap star let out a gasp of fright and spun around. "Calm down, it's just me." Lykouleon smiled politely as he jogged over to the lilac-haired man. "I hope you're not all shook up from that fan attack." Kharl tried to smile, but it turned into a grimace. If he'd known acting was going to be like this, he wouldn't have started!
"I'm sure," he tried to reassure himself, "That it won't happen again today."
"I still don't understand why you hate Kharl so much." Raseleane asked as she and her passenger, Silk, got out of the company-owned MINI-mini and headed for the dark-haired costume designer's favorite café—the Trellis. Silk smile turned into a scowl, and she hissed,
"Kharl is an unethical, egotistical, uncaring bastard and the worst actor I have ever seen! Logically following the above statement, I've decided to ignore his stupidity and try my hardest to dodge his pathetic pick up lines, his cheesy smile and his dorky personality. His voice is annoying and his cologne smells like something got lost in his armpit and died. I hate the way he does his hair; I hate his confident little walk and his ridiculous sense of style. Does a blind man pick out his clothes! I wish he'd go broke, lose everything, and have to dance like a monkey on the street for access to the McDonalds dumpster! No… Better yet! I wish he'd fall into the sky! And as he passes through the atmosphere, I want his flesh to burn and peel and melt! I'd love to watch his bones turn to ash and become tiny atoms light-years away!" Almost panting, the blonde haired women finished her tirade with a flourish. Raseleane stared at the actress, mouth hanging wide open.
"You don't hate him!" The dark haired woman giggled as if Silk's entire paragraph of death threats had instead been a mixture of beaming compliments. The blonde's left eye began to twitch in fury.
"Do I need to repeat myself? I want to shove my foot up his a-" Raseleane quickly threw a hand over the blonde's mouth as they strolled onto the patio, mainly because the object of their conversation was sitting three tables away.
'Silk...' Kharl seemed to sense Silk across the way, because his light eyes were instantly drawn to her. Beside him, the green-eyed Lykouleon also seemed to have noticed someone.
'Raseleane...' The woman beside Silk met the Director's gaze full on, and golden-eyes bright, she whispered to her companion,
"Excuse me, for a minute." Raseleane raced for the restaurant, and across the way, Lykouleon excused himself with a similarly weak justification, leaving a disgusted Silk and a pleased Kharl behind.
After sitting there for 10 minutes, Kharl mustered up all his actor courage, and stood up, determined to speak to her. Warily, the blonde watched him stand up and begin to pick his way through the tables towards her. 'He's coming here. Oh joy.'
"Hi Silk." He smiled, seating himself next to her, trying not to look nervous. He wasn't nervous. He was Kharl. Super rich Kharl didn't get nervous. Unless, of course there were fan-girls around… Subconsciously, the star's eyes darted back and forth. He turned back to her almost sheepishly. "I really like your hair today." Silk rolled her eyes. 'Here we go, another day of Kharl talking my ear off.' "Um, I don't mean to pop your personal bubble, but-"
"Ha. You already have." She almost laughed. Across the table, her acting partner, taking her comment as a joke, smiled brightly. "I just wanted to know where you were at 6:00 yesterday." She flashed him a puzzled look.
"Um... What are you talking about?" Kharl laughed a bit, completely oblivious to her 'what-the-hell' tone.
"You know, the date we planned to go on. 'Meet me at the Pier at six?' Remember?" Kharl smiled hopefully. The blonde woman's face went slack before twisting dubiously.
"You must be thinking of a recent dream you've had, because I would never go on a date with you." His innocent little smile fell instantly, and his normally chipper expression vanished in a second. I'd never go on a date with you... His shoulders slumped on their own, feeling the weight of the suddenly thickening air. Wow… Silk almost felt bad for him. That hurt little look was really-
"THERE SHE IS!"
"GET HER!" Silk turned away from Kharl's heart-broken look and spotted two vehicles out of her nightmares: "We Love Kharl!" fan buses. Instantly, she leapt out of her chair, snagged her purse and raced for the café gate, just as the typical crowd of fan girls began to pour out of the lilac painted vehicles, clutching their tools of destruction, more properly known as Kharl merchandise. Three girls waved Kharl baseball bats energetically, another five snipped about wildly with their "Perfect Purple Puff" hair-styling scissors. Silk dug furiously through her bag, searching for the MINI-mini's keys, which should have been near the top. Oh shit. Raseleane had them. Realizing that she couldn't escape by car, Silk took off running, ignoring her relatively high heels, and praying the fan girl hoard wasn't planning on using those bats… Desperately, Kharl jumped up to follow her, but the female stampede rolled around and past him, chasing his blonde love interest and blocking his escape.
"Silk!"
"Kharl!" A fan girl shrieked and grabbed his hand. "Come with me Lord Kharl!" He tried to break free, but another group of girls clambered over, grabbed his clothes and managed to push him into one of the large buses. Kharl pressed his face toa purple tinted window and caught sight of Silk racing through a crosswalk, with a herd of fan girls viciously gaining on her. Kharl ignored the young woman who was handcuffing him to his seat. It didn't matter that he was a prisoner, it only mattered that someone had to save Silk!
She couldn't feel her feet. Her heart seemed to have lost control of its normal rhythmic pattern, and her breath was coming in ragged gasps as she continued dashing away from the tsunami of freak women. This was all his fault, she thought. If only- Her angry thoughts caused her lose concentration on the ground, and, sealing her fate, she tripped. DUH DUH DUM!
"NOW'S OUR CHANCE!" One after another, the rabid girls began leaping onto Silk, bats at the ready.
On one of the buses, Kharl tried jamming the handcuffs, hoping they might break and he could run to his love's rescue. No such luck. The engine began to rumble, and the fan girls that had secured him took their seats, leveling their hungry glazes on the poor innocent soap opera star.
After several minutes of beating, and many calls of 'Katrina, you whore! Cheating on Jimmy! We hate you! You broke Kharl's heart!', Silk was brought to her feet. She couldn't see—they'd thrown a sack over her head and tied it at the neck with some lilac colored yarn. Completely helpless and severely bruised, Silk was forcefully led somewhere, up a couple steps, and then sat down on a chair.
"Let me go! I'll sue you!" Silk screamed, attempting to get up.
"Sit down and shut up." The crazed women growled, as an engine below them roared to life.
Raseleane and Lykouleon walked out of the Trellis café, hand in hand, beaming. The dark-haired woman glanced up and her expression slipped into shock: half the tables and chairs had been tipped over, the plants had been trampled and…
"Where did everyone go?"
"This is Coon bus to Turtle bus, do you read me?"
"Roger, we have got the target, over."
"That's a double roger, we gots the sacrifice."
"Should we take em to "the" place?"
"You mean, "the" place?"
"Oh, yeah!"
"Kharl! Welcome darling!" A short-haired brunette woman batted her eyelashes in his direction, as the fan girl crowd escorted him into her huge warehouse looking building.
"Uh, do I know you?" He stared bewildered at the beguiling woman.
"My name is Cernozura, but that's enough talk darling! Girls, make him comfortable." The young ladies followed her orders and escorted him up a red carpeted aisle. Now the red carpet would have been almost ordinary, if it hadn't been lined by more cloaked women, eyes to the floor, arms raised in a position of worshipping. And there, at the top of the carpeted staircase was… a golden and velvet throne! The fan girls, unusually adept at clinging, managed to force him up the steps and onto the throne, were one of the dark cloaked woman laid a crown on his head.
"What's going on?" The first thought that dashed through his head was that he had been taken prisoner by an escapedpsychiatric patient. "Who are you people?" He almost glared at the brunette woman.
"Oh darling, I'm so delighted you asked—we're the cult branch of the Krazy and Kraving Kharl organization."
"The… Krazy and Kraving Kharl organization?" What the hell?
"Enough talk darling!" She turned to the mass of girls behind her and, smiling, called softly, "Bring the sacrifice!" The double doors below him slammed open, and YET ANOTHER gaggle of girls pulled a hooded figure inside. Kharl didn't need to see her face to know who it was. "And now, the sacrifice!" One of the women ripped the bag off the figure's head, revealing exactly who he expected.
"SILK!" He shouted, horrified by what the fan girls had done to her.
"Yes! Silk…" Their brunette leader spat the name out like poison. "The vile, treacherous witch! She's cast an overpowering spell on our beloved Kharl!" The fan girls gasped.
"I'm not a witch!" Silk shrieked, and tried to kick out at her captors.
"Speak not! I know-" At a very inopportune time, Cernozura's cell phone rang. "Excuse me for a moment, I'm being chirped." With her attention diverted, Kharl began to glance around the room. How could he escape? How could he save Silk? The stairs gold-polished banister glittered in light flittering down from roof windows, illuminating the point to where the banisters on both sides led—directly down to a miserable and barely standing Silk. What could he- Was that a… Yes, in the corner was a giant, carved monument of him! It must have been 40 feet tall! Why… Why was it orange? He took a closer look at it and realized that it hadn't been made out of smooth stone like he'd thought, but out of… bars of Dial soap! Well, that explained the clean smell...Seriously perturbed, the lilac-haired star turned away from his orange likeness and glanced at the double doors. Was that a rack of keys? A plan began to form in his mind. The woman ended her phone call and looked back up to her prisoner-lord.
"You'll have to forgive me," she smiled to the other women with a very poignant expression. "Headquarters got a call from Mad Maid." He ignored their babbling and went back to formulating his perfect escape route. All he needed now was… Pale eyes darted to the ceiling and found exactly what he needed: a fire sprinkler. Grinning, he leapt off the throne and swept the crown off his head. Smiling, he stood up,and pulledthe crown off his head. With one dramatic actor's bow, he shouted:
"FAREWELL!" and flung the crown towards the sprinkler. It nicked the edge, and instantly, water started pouring down on the girls below. One tripped, the many other sprinklers of the building went off in assembly line fashion. The girls began to squeal and complain about their hair—an excellent diversion!
Quickly, Kharl leapt on the banister and slid past the complaining cloaked worshippers. He held out his arms as he reached the bottom, and in one skilled swoop, the lilac-haired star pulled Silk into his arms, threw himself off the banister and raced for the doors. Just as expected, the quickly spraying water had started to effect the carved soap statue, and enormous orange bubbles began to roll off it in droves. With a nervous glance at the advancing wall of cleanliness, Kharl snagged a ring of keys off the hook near the door and dashed outside, Silk screaming in his arms.
"Let go of me!" She shrieked, determined to get away from the person who caused this whole ordeal.
"Please stop hitting me!" Kharl said as he carried her quickly to one of the buses, and sat her as gently as possible in the row across from the driver's seat. Silk glared out the bus window, and watched as the high glass panes of the KKK cult's factory building blew out and began to leak bubbles.
"I'm going to get a lawsuit against that crazy bit- Wait… Where are we going?" She turned to look at him when he managed to start the bus with one of the stolen keys. He glanced at his Rolex watch (how had it survived the water?) noticed that it was nearly 5:30—they had less than an hour to make to the cast party on time…
"The Pearl."
"Are you crazy!" She howled at him, "I'm not going to The Pearl looking like this!" Kharl glanced over at her and cringed. She looked like she'd been run over repeatedly by a 16 wheeler: both of her eyes were black, a couple of scratches were bleeding lightly on her cheeks and neck. Her beautiful arms had been bruised by those rather dangerous baseball bats, and when she'd tripped, her elbow had been badly scrapped. Her designer pants had been torn and her "Where We Are Star" top was covered in dirt from when the KKK cult had dragged her through the flower bed. "LOOK OUT!" Silk screamed, and Kharl tore his eyes away from her in time to realize he'd been letting the bus drive itself. Not smart, not safe. He jerked the wheel frantically to avoid hitting another car, and ended up careening dangerously through an intersection.
"LOOK, A RITE AID!" Kharl shouted and swerved the bus into the parking lot, screeching to a stop over four normal parking spaces.
"Why are we at Rite Aid?" Silk growled and pointed dramatically at the red neon sign outside the bus. Kharl, a large reassuring grin on his face, hopped out of the driver's seat.
"I'm going go buy you some makeup!" He leapt down the stairs and raced the doors of the Pharmacy.
'Hm, facial hair remover? ...No. Womanly needs, umm... Canned food... Ah! Cosmetics!' He attempted to walk casually down the aisle, which was full of women and shelves of different mascara, lipstick, lip-gloss, eyeliner, eye shadow, blush and the product every young woman can not be without: concealer! 'I wonder if Silk is a Fire Engine Red, or a Shimmer Pink?' He stood there for several minutes, trying to visualize each eye shadow on his beloved, and frightening some of the older women on the row. 'Hm… Shimmer Pink it is. Now, is Silk a Luscious Lavender or an Obscure Orange?' Another few minutes of thinking and another couple strange stares… 'I think the Obscure Orange would certainly define her beauty. Geeze, I never knew choosing makeup would be so difficult! Anyway, Obscure Orange lip-stick it is!' He started gathering more products. "Ooh, Glimmering Green is such a wonderful blush color!" The old women hurried away from the strange makeup-buying man.
Silk sat waiting in the bus, impatiently drumming her fingers against the lilac-tinted window pane. It would be pointless to escape now; where would she run to? This Rite Aid was miles from her house, and the Pearl party was important as far as securing her place in the cast for the next season… Suddenly, Kharl dashed back up the steps and waved a bag of products in Silk's direction.
"Ok. I got some makeup, so we can cover up the massive damages to your face now!" Silk stopped herself from slapping him, but only barely. The lilac-haired young mangrinned, and popped the top off the Obscure Orange. He reached out gently and attempted to put some on her pouty lips, but she turned away.
"I don't think so." Silk reached up to grab the tube herself but she grimaced in pain and dropped it quickly.
"See? You shouldn't be moving at all. Trust me, I can do it!" Heaving a sigh and weighing her options, Silk gave in.
"Fine," she growled and slowly closed her eyes.
"Come on Rath! Can't you get us a reservation? You work there, don't you?" Rune begged from the front seat of Thatz's Bentley. "It's been booked weeks in advance! There's no way you guys are getting into night. But, I'll just be your average waiter…" The black haired boy smiled from the back.
"Good thinking." Their russet-haired driver-friend grinned and punched the gas at a green light.
"Hey, Thatz? I've been wondering… You've been complaining about not having money for a while now, so how ever did you manage to afford this brand new car?"
"Um…" Green eyes darted nervously away from his blond interrogator.
"You haven't done illegal have you?"
A line had already formed outside the doors of the glamorous 'Pearl,' where inviting, elegant high paned windows glittered with reflections from the indoor chandeliers. Still driving a bit erratically, as he found it hard to concentrate on any other than his bus-mate, Kharl pulled the "We Love Kharl!" bus to a jerky stop down the road from the restaurant.
"I didn't have time to change." Silk sighed and stared at her trashed outfit.
"Don't worry, I hear the Grunge look is really in right now!" The pair, or the two-people-unfortunately-thrown-together-by-cruel-fate, as Silk would have labeled them, hurried up the street.
Rath grimaced and pulled on his waiter's vest quickly, hoping no one had noticed a fancy Pearl attendant getting dressed in the alley. Now, he wouldn't have had to put his uniform on there, but Thatz had neglected to explain the plan beforehand... Rune, almost humming, quickly ran a comb through the boy's dark hair, adding every product he could think of, as quickly as possible.
"Now, you call us on the cell as soon as you're in, okay? Oh, and this-" Thatz pulled out a tiny gold pin and poked it onto Rath's lapel. "-little guy has a tiny camera hidden inside, so we'll be able to see everything. Don't lose it." Rune finished fussing with Rath's toss-about hair and returned his million or some odd products to their impossibly small bag.
"Thatz, where did you learn all this? And where'd you get this stuff? There's enough technology here to break into a bank."
"My expertise is criminal law…" While the younger dark-haired boy pondered the meaning of that sentence and Rune glared daggers, the lawyer in question popped an earpiece into Rath's right ear. "Okay, now go inside."
Nodding, Rath pushed the Bentley's door open and leapt out into the quickly chilling evening air. A flash of his nametag got him past the restaurant's 'bouncer' and, cool as a Kharl-obsessed cucumber, he strolled inside. Meanwhile, Thatz turned on his handheld television, usually set for the Soap channel, and picked up on the frequency of Rath's lapel camera. Completely unfamiliar with machines that didn't relate to hairdressing, Rune quickly lost interest and turned to stare out the car window. A fated movement: he immediately caught sight of Kharl and Silk hurrying (as only celebrities can) toward the front doors.
"Thatz, look!" The young lawyer glanced through the glass, following Rune's gaze. "Hurry, get Rath!" The blond hairdresser shrieked. Spellbound at the sight of his favorite star, Thatz slowly picked up the microphone. "Rath. Come in, Rath."
Silk felt extremely awkward entering The Pearl with Kharl.
"Don't stand next to me." She hissed behind her hand, and as quickly as possible, raced off to Cesia, who was holding a table near the right wall. Suddenly alone, Kharl caught sight of Garfakcy, who was waving at him from a table on the opposite wall.
Rath, laden with trays already, pushed his way out of the kitchen. He turned about and almost ran face to face with his favorite purple-haired character. It took every ounce of his restraint not to drop the plates right then and there. Jimmy bustled past him without glancing back twice, and suddenly Rune's voice chimed in his ear.
"Rath!" The waiter raised his wrist to his mouth and spoke intothe cuff-link microphone.
"Yeah?"
"Kharl and Silk are inside. Do you see them?" Rath nodded, then realized they couldn't see him, and muttered an affirmative answer.
"He passed right by me!"
"Listen to me Rath, listen real close! You have got to talk to him… Give him my card!" Rune's advertising voice was muffled when Thatz added:
"Offer him my services—I do restraining orders!"
"Uh… Okay!"
"Silk… What the hell happened to your face?" Cesia peered at her curiously, and one of Silk's elegantly sculpted eyebrows darted up on her forehead.
"Kharl, where have you been?" Garfakcy asked, and the lilac-puff star quickly took a deep breath.
"I'll tell you where I have been, I-" Rath nervously approached the table, and poured complimentary water into Kharl's glass, then Garfakcy's, trying not to notice his own arm shaking violently.
Rune and Thatz closely watched the screen, growing anxious as Kharl and Garfakcy looked at Rath with identical bewildered expressions.
"Rath, stop shaking!" Thatz hissed into his end of the microphone. Immediately, the dark-haired boy's arm stopped trembling and hung limply in the air.
"Um, Sir, are you alright?" Kharl asked, concerned that the poor young waiter might be having some sort of seizure. Rath began nodding his head wildly.
"RATH, SAY SOMETHING!" Rune howled in his ear.
"Y-Yes of course, I'm perfectly fine." In the Bentley, the pair of young men took a collective deep breath and wiped the sweat off their brows.
"What do you mean 'What's wrong with my face'?" Silk questioned. Cesia, quite disturbed, reached into her purse and pulled out a small mirror. Silk took one look at her horribly coloredeyes and almost screamed. Just as the mirror was about to fall out of her hands, a loud voice rang out:
"THERE SHE IS!" In answer, all the diner's eyes darted up to the ceiling, where a group of the black swath women were repelling like James Bond from the grand chandelier. Most were wearing black ski masks, and all were equipped with powerful looking paintball guns. The tallest woman in the middle, Cernozura, took aim and began to ease back the trigger. Kharl's mouth hung open in shock, Garfakcy glared, and Rath gasped as he noticed the target-
"What are the KKK doing there?" Thatz growled from inside his car. "They must want to take out Silk and snag Kharl!"
Seeing the leader's intent, Kharl reached across the table, snatched up Garfakcy's spoon and a scoop of mashed potatoes, and with a careful bend, sent the white goo flying toward the crazed cult queen. "My eye!" She shrieked, and then pointed toward Silk. "Get her!"
"RUN SILK!" Kharl shouted, and as if on cue, hundreds of paintballs went shooting through the air. The guests leapt under their seats and tables, screaming. "Let's get out of here Silk!" Cesia cried asthe blondecrawled under their own booth, shrinking from every ball that splattered in their direction.
Cernozura spotted the blonde's leg beneath the table and took aim again. At a very inopportune time however, her cell phone rang. "Hello?" She growled, and shifted her hold on the paintball gun.
"I told you," A young man's voice hissed through the phone, "Only 10 minutes."
"I'm sorry Mad Maid, our team will clear out."
"Hey, you two, come with me!" Cesia peered out from under the table and almost bumped foreheads with a dark-haired waiter. "This way." He snagged her hand, and gestured to Silk, managing to lead them both away from the still firing paintballs and the retreating KKK. The waiter lead them out the back kitchen door into the alley, and then disappeared again into the main dining hall. Rain had just begun to fall, and Cesia opted to remain safe and hidden among the warm stoves, but Silk didn't mind the weather as long as she wasn't anywhere near-
"Silk..."
"ARGHH!" Kharl, covered in paint, stumbled out of a dark corner.
"OH NO! You stay away from me!" She said, and raced out into the partially lit sidewalk.
"Silk, please wait!" He hurried after her, not really caring that his expensive suit was getting soaked. "I- I don't understand… Why do you hate me?" She slowly stopped running and pivoted back toward him, ignoring the raindrops that sent her hideously done makeup running in colored rivers down her face.
"Why do I hate you? Why do I hate you? Look around! Look at ME!"
"You're beautiful."
"Shut up! SHUT UP! Just go away—you're ruining my life!" She lowered her glaring eyes to the wet sidewalk, turned and walked away, trying not to think about his pitiful little expression.
"But… Silk…"
Author's Notes: Mwahahahahaha! Don't you just hate endings like that? I'm sure Sareh made it a lot more serious—she told me she would, but it still sorta.. Well, I promise the funny will DEFINITELY come back next chapter, in full bloom. Lord I hate cliffhangers… Not knowing what is going to happen next… Sitting there with your eyes glued to the screen, wondering 'What in the world is gonna happen!' Your brain itches to find the answer, but somehow your mind goes blank! And there's nothing! NOTHING I TELL YOU! So, even though this wasn't too big of a cliffie, I've brought a clip of the next chapter! Yeah, I'm bored.
Notes:
(1) "Plan SYD" or, "Plan: Shatter your dreams!"
(2) While the clothes are made up, the feather boa is not. I actually have a picture of Fedelta in a maroon jacket and feather boa. Scary.
Preview Powers:
I have to find out why Silk hates me so much! And the only way to find out… is to investigate! I know! I'll become… A private eye!" Somewhere from downstairs, cheesy and dramatic music strained out of the stereo. "I didn't know Silk used REVLON!" Kharl gasped, "I love her!" Quickly, he snatched "Bright Blonde" off the shelf, ignoring Garfakcy hissing, "You are a freak," behind him. "I must get REVLON so Kharl can love me!" A fan girl squealed when she noticed his purchase. The store clerk restocking the shelf behind her sighed and muttered, "I'm sorry ladies but, we're all sold out of Revlon and we're not due for another shipment until next month." "NEXT MONTH!" "Ms. Silk, there's a phone call for you!" Silk snagged the receiver off the wall and called politely, "Hello?" "OH PRETTY BABY! DON'T LEAVE ME DOWN ON PPPPRAAAYER, OH PRETTY BABY! NOW THAT I'VE FOUND YOU THERE! NOW LET ME LOOOOVEE YOUUU BABYYY LET ME LLLLOOOOOVEEEE YOUUUUUUUU-" "KHARL! Oh god, you sound like a sick whale!" She threw down the phone like it had turned into a snake.