Chapter 4 now available at a me near you!
I own nothing. Not even a dog. Only the Rodgers family.
Nawt's POV:
The guys and I were busy putting our new found talents to the test. We shot hoops and dribbled to no end until Pound caught sight of something being hauled through the air by rope and landed with a booming thud.
"Well well well, it looks like the little pipsqueaks got themselves a little helper.", he said with a glint in his eye.
"Should we go give them a nice, warm welcome?", Bang growled, pounding his fists together.
"Nah, not yet. Nawt! Go check and see who the cat dragged in." All the others agreed mutually, except for Blanko, who just gave a nod that said "go and get it over with."
"Alright, fine.", I growled. Pound seems to be getting a lot more hot air in his head than he used to. What a pushover.
Since my talent gave me quick feet aside from amazing footwork and dribbling skills, I sped off to where the crash landing was. As soon as I reached the hillside, I quickly hid behind a tree and some bushes.
Peeking over I saw something, or should I say someone. Someone I never thought I would see again.
'It's that boy! Guess he's all by his lonesome. Wonder what they're saying down there?'
I listened into the conversation, at least, where it is at now. I heard the boy asking what was going on and what "they're" doing here. 'Guess he hit his head a lot harder than he thought..'
That bunny then waltzed up to him and began to tell him about us, the issue of them being turned into slaves, and such. I really didn't care much about what that rodent had to say. Then the boy spoke again.
"Yeah, but we don't play basketball anymore like we used to. Besides, I play soccer now."
There goes that 'we' again. Does he has some multiple personality disorder that I don't know about? Unless...
Then I heard something about going to a gymnasium and someone waiting for them there. Then they took off.
"The gymnasium, huh? This is gonna be fun..", I said with a sinister grin. I headed back as quickly as I could to inform the rest of the group. Once I arrived, I told them the news.
"So, THAT kid is back, huh? Time for some serious payback!", growled Pound. Bang popped the basketball we were using with his teeth, not happy about that boy showing his face up. Bupkus crossed his arms and glared. "Well then, let's go give that kid his warm welcome." They all began to make their way to the gym. Blanko pulled me aside and asked, "So it was just that kid?" I nodded. "Yeah, he was the only one I saw among those weirdos."
"Sure hope you're right.." he said ominously.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked defensively. He didn't look at me directly, but he said lowly so the others would hear, "Nothing. But I have a hunch he ain't the only one here.."
I knew exactly what he meant. I felt uneasy but shook it off quick, hoping that he was wrong, that we were both wrong...