So I'm back with another installment. This is probably going to go a little differently that I originally thought. Whatever, isn't that how most stories come into being anyway?......
P.S.: The stuff in italics is usually thoughts, unless it's just one word, then it's only for emphasis. And anything in bold italics (other than this) is a flashback.
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"Bored, bored, bored, so very bored!!!!" It was easy for anyone to see that Burn was rather bored. She stretched and yawned until her jaw popped. Fake screams of pain reverberated through the jail hall. The jailer, standing near the entrance to the prison, winced as the shrill shriek embedded itself into his head.
"Hey," he tried to yell above the din she was making. Burn stopped screaming and cocked her head to one side, eager to hear what the jailer had to say. It seemed she was, anyway. "Pipe down," the jailer growled. As if he didn't have enough on his plate already, the mayor's cronies decide to put him in charge of a wackjob.
"Wow," Burn mocked, "What an enthralling response." She poked her head through the bars and addressed him again. "You know, you should really complain to the mayor." The jailer's ear perked. Maybe this kid wasn't so bad after all.
"Why?"
"Because," Burn responded gleefully, ('Someone to talk to, yippee!' she thought joyfully) "A person as small as me could just slip out of these bars and walk right on out, that's why!"
"Really," the jailer replied, enthused. "If that's the case, then why don't you just leave?"
"Well," Burn rolled her eyes upward and touched her forefinger to her chin, "First off, I would have to get past the guard, who, might I add, is in top physical condition." She looked pointedly at his protruding gut before continuing. "And to tell you the truth, I prefer going out with a bang!" She slammed her hands together to accentuate her point. The jailer snorted and turned away.
"That was rather obvious." A giant red-and-yellow pill propelled himself into the corridor, a frown etched into his normally placid features. After handing a thin manila folder to the guard, he glided toward Burn with little enthusiasm. "I see you've made yourself comfortable?" He glared at the broken cot in the corner of the room and the claw marks on the walls.
"Absatively posalutely!" Burn happily responded.
"You do realize that it is considered quite rude to destroy public property?" Drix folded his arms across his massive chest.
"This is public?" Burn looked around theoretically. "And I thought I was special enough to be sent somewhere private!" She grinned mischievously at Drix.
"Oh, honestly, you are so obnoxious!"
"And I enjoy every minute of it!" Burn giggled at his scowling face.
"So I see." He sighed. "Do you think you could be good enough to be transported?" he asked sarcastically.
"Depends," she answered lightly, "where are you transporting me?"
"The police station--"
"Did you knock me out???" Burn interrupted him.
"What?" Drix asked incredulously.
"I thought I was in the police station! So I really am in jail???"
"You're in a jail cell. Didn't that give you a clue?" Ozzy strolled in.
"There are jail cells in police stations." Burn responded coolly. "Well, they're actually called holding cells, but still," she added calmly. "So," she perked up, "how's my sweetie?" She leaned forward, a tiny glint in her eyes and a twitch of a smirk on her lips.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Ozzy murmured. "Are you gonna come on or what?" he asked loudly.
"Fine, fine, yeesh." Burn passively held up her wrists, her hands slack.
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Chief Gluteus was waiting for them as they walked through the door to the police station. "It's about time, Jones!" he snarled. The pain from Burn's bite marks was beginning to get to him, so he wasn't in a very forgiving mood. Burn glanced at Gluteus' red-raw neck. She turned quickly away, a frown darkening her brow.
"You should put some cellulose on that; it'll help," she whispered. Gluteus acted like he didn't hear her, but he put the information away for later.
'Why not?' he thought, 'It can't get much worse.' "We need to process you," he said aloud darkly.
"Fine," Burn grumbled. She let Ozzy and Drix lead her away quietly.
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He toyed with the lamp, twisting the bulb between two claws. "She's been caught?" he hissed. The small germ opposite him nodded nervously. The red virus grinned. "Not to worry; she's been caught before." He glared at the germ. "Get out." The germ didn't wait to be told twice. He hustled out as fast as he could. 'So,' the virus thought bitterly, 'I have my father's mood swings too.'
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Burn was stretched out, quiet, thinking. The holding cell she occupied was a great deal cleaner than the cell she had previously been in, but she didn't notice. She had a lot on her mind.
"It's very simple," he stated matter-of-factly. Burn merely stared at him. "Just get the mayor on your side," he continued, "and then bring him here."
"What will we do with him?" Burn asked. Her partner smirked.
"You'll see," he replied, an evil glint in his eyes.
Yeah, well, now she didn't want to see. This Spryman kid was cute; she didn't exactly want to see him maimed or anything like that. But, then again, she couldn't go against what her partner had said. It was out of the question. Certainly, though, she could figure out a way to protect Spryman and appease the boss?
She shook her head. 'Dilemmas, dilemmas.' She glanced out the window. 'Oh, right, I'm supposed to bust out right about now.' She made her way to the window, careful to keep the guard's eyes away from her. It wasn't too hard; he was asleep. Burn smirked. 'Too easy,' she thought. That is, until a.... complication walked through the door.
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Spryman burst through the door, scaring the guard awake. "M-mayor!" the guard spluttered (which made Spryman chuckle a little in his head.)
"I want to talk to B... the burner," he declared. When the guard didn't move, he added, "Alone." The guard nodded and walked slowly past Spryman, looking back at the mayor as he stood in the doorway. Spryman slammed the door in his face.
"Why didn't you use my name?" Spryman jumped. He turned to address Burn.
"I don't want them thinking that I know you too well," he said, shrugging. "Apparently knowing a cri...." he caught himself as he saw the look on Burn's face. She snorted.
"Why are you here, anyway," she spat. He looked down.
"I told them I was going to interrogate you, which is true, a little." He frowned. "And you don't have to be so mean about it," he added quietly. Burn relaxed her brow a little. She held out her hand, inviting him over to her. He stayed rooted to the spot. Burn let her hand drop.
"Well," she sighed, "what do you want to know?" He shuffled awkwardly.
"Well, I, um, see...." He glanced toward her. She was smiling with a little emotion in her eyes. Pity? He would have none of it! "Why did you kiss me?! Twice!" he finally burst. He slammed his hand over his mouth.
"I'm guessing that's not exactly the way you wanted to say it?" Burn giggled. He wouldn't look at her. "If you come over here, I'll tell you." Spryman eyed her suspiciously, then cautiously walked over to her. She smiled. "Come here" Against his better judgment, Spryman leaned slowly forward. He then noticed how short she was; he was almost a head taller...
Burn reached up and kissed him on the lips. "Gah!" He leaped backwards, a stricken look on his face. Burn laughed hysterically. "Your face is priceless!" she squealed."Do you have to do that?!" Spryman glared at her.
"Maybe," she replied, giving him a wink. Spryman sighed inwardly.
'Why does she have to be so cute? It's not fair!'
"Now then," she continued, "why do you want to know?" Spryman didn't have an answer. "I've noticed something," she said, switching the subject.
"What?"
"Well, I was just thinking, is 'Spryman' your first name? 'Cuz everyone just refers to you as 'Mayor' or 'Mayor Spryman.'"
"No, it's not my first name." he responded.
"Oh! Then what is it?!" She grinned mischievously. He gave her the same grin.
"Guess it," he said.
"Oh,
oh!" she exclaimed, bouncing up and down. "Fine then. Um,
John?"
"No, but it is a four letter word."
"That
narrows it down. How about..... Saul?"
"What? NO. But
close."
"Paul!" Spryman (Paul) stared at her quizzically.
"How did you guess it so quickly? And where did you come up with 'Saul'?"
"Has Hector never read the Bible?" she asked. Spryman shook his head.
"Not really..."
"Oh, well, I burned this Christian once, and she was doing a Bible study on how Saul became Paul. And it was one of the only four letter names I could think of." She smiled at him. "Paul Spryman. I like it." He blushed a deep red and looked away.
"S-so," he stuttered, "Is 'Burn' your only name?"
"No." she said.
"Am I going to have to guess it?" Burn laughed at him.
"No, I'll just tell you." She looked him straight in the eye and fluttered her eyelashes. He inhaled sharply and turned away again. "Fyaira," she said dreamily.
"Fyaira," Spryman repeated, turning toward her. "It's pretty."
"Oh, Mr. Mayor, are you flirting with me???" Burn giggled as Spryman went from strawberry pink to tomato red. "Aww," she crooned, "I was just playing with you. Please come over here? I promise I won't do anything to you." He stood stubbornly where he was, even going as far as to cross his arms. "Alright!" Burn declared, "I'll just come to you then." She then commenced to slide through the bars of the holding cell. Spryman stared open-mouthed.
"How did you do that? I thought only white blood cells could do that!"
"You learn something new everyday," Burn said. She walked over to him while she was talking. Her hands slipped into his as she stood on her toes until they were nose-to-nose. "So," she whispered, "you wanted to know why I kissed you."
He nodded, his face burning. She took her hands out of his, wrapped her arms around his waist, and leaned her head on his chest. "Because," she sighed.
Spryman stood stunned for a minute, then he circled his arms around her in a tight embrace, burying his face in her hair. 'She smells good,' he thought.
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I thought that was a sweet place to end. ^_^ Whoa, I think it's been two years since I last updated. Oh my. Hopefully it won't take me that long again.