Black-Angel-001: whatever pain i inflict on the boys in this, they will have no trace of any torture when they are returned. promise. ((grins))
Gundam Wing at Chuckie Cheese Ch. 4- From Chuckie Cheese to WalMart
Zechs mumbled grumpily. Nothing about this day was fair. First he lost his job because of his "friends," then he hadn't gotten the satisfaction he thought he would have from pounding Maxwell. Well, he could fix that.
"Uh, Zechs?" Trowa's voice held an edge. "Zechs, so sorry to interupt your thinking, but can we get out from under this truck now?"
Snapped out of his thoughts, Zechs looked through the windsheild. Yep, they were under an eighteen wheeler.
"Huh, wonder how that happened," muttered Zechs.
"You drove right under it!" Heero shouted. Next to him, Duo was waking up after getting knocked out with rocks during the paintball spat. "Damn it Zechs, get us out!"
"What's the rush? At least we're getting to Wal Mart, right?"
Poor Quatre looked pale and uneasy, his eyes darting back and forth. His voice was almost Daffy Duck like. "Wal Mart? What Wal Mart? We're probably half way to Mexico by now!"
"Cool it Winner," Wufei muttered through clentched teeth. "We just got to Rhode Island."
"And we just left Rhode Island," Trowa said after managing to peer at a sign that said 'You are now entering/leaving Rhode Island'.
"Dude, awesome," said a still-in-a-daze Duo. "Are we in Vegas?"
"Not anymore."
"Cool, it's like Star Trek or something. Hey, what's that smell?"
Everyone sniffed. Zechs looked back out through the windsheild and saw the smoke coming from the engine.
"Uh, what kind of truck are we under?" he asked calmly.
"I think a gas tanker, why?" Heero replied.
"If you put a match in a gas tank that was half-full, there would be a bigger explosion as opposed to a full tank of gas, right?"
"I believe so, yeah."
"How full do you think this tanker is?"
"Not that empty. But a big explosion would still occur because of all this fuel." Heero frowned. "Why do you want to know?"
Zech turned to look at Heero. He was pale and his hands were shaking on the steering wheel.
"Do you still want to self-detanate Heero?"
Wufei, who was sitting up front, looked out and saw the smoke. His response to this event was not calm.
"Holy shit, our engine is on fire!"
"What!" everyone except Duo and Zechs yelled.
Grabbing the wheel, Wufei jerked it to the left, releasing them from the truck and sending them flying into a grassy median on the interstate.
"WHOO!" whooped Duo. Heero clunked him on the head with a first aid box.
The battered car eventually came to a stop and no one said anything. The jingle of Wufei's cell phone broke the silence.
"Hello?" Wufei's voice shook.
"Hi Wufei, it's Sally. Are you done getting what we asked for?" She sounded cheery.
"Uh..." Wufei looked out his window. Broken limbs and trees surrounded them. "No," he finally said.
"Oh. Well, hurry up will yo-" her voice was cut off by an annoying series of beeps. Looking at the screen, Wufei saw the dreaded words that confirmed his fear. His cell was dieing. Quickly he hung up and turned off his phone, not thinking about the womanly wrath that would await him later.
"This is great!" Quatre huffed as he struggled to open his door. "We can't even do a simple thing like go to Wal Mart without something going wrong!"
"Quatre-" Trowa began.
"And as if that wasn't enough," Quatre continued, ignoring his friend, "Mr. Soilder over there had to wreck my car! Christ, how hard is it to drive to Wal Mart? I mean,"
"Quatre!" Trowa shouted.
"What?" said person shouted back, turning to Trowa. He wasn't there. None of them were. Looking up at a whistle he saw Trowa croutching on the roof of the car. Amazed, Quatre stared, wondering how they did it.
"Sunroof," Trowa said simply as he helped his friend out. "Duo snapped out of his daze and pulled a knife out, prying it open around the time you were saying crap about a simple drive to Wal Mart."'
"Oh."
By the time Trowa and Quatre got to the others, they were trying to hitch a ride home. A truck pulled over.
"Hey, where are you guys going?" a guy said after rolling down a window.
"Alabama."
"Really? Close enough to my stop. I can take you as far as South Carolina."
"That's fine," Heero replied.
Cheering Duo jumped up front. He jumped back out just as quick, shouting at the guy to leave. The truck began to drive off. Duo was shuddering and doing little jumps.
"Duo, what was that for?" Zechs yelled as he grabbed Duo's throat and began throttoling him. "We could have had a ride home but you-" Zechs was cut off due to Duo punching his gut and therefore causing a lack of air. Gun shots soon followed. Somehow after managing to wind Zechs, Duo had grabbed the guy's gun and fired half of the clip into the truck until it had hit a metal rail.
"Ahem. Uh, okay. Any explanation for your recent actions of stupidity Duo?" Trowa asked as his brow twitched in irritation.
"That guy was from America's Most Wanted!"
"Are you sure?" Heero asked.
"Yes, I'm sure! I've got two perfectly good eyes you know!"
"Clearly, considering the guy you shot was the host of America's Most Wanted. You know, John Walsh?" sighed Wufei.
Duo stared at the gun in his hand. Slowly he gave it to Quatre who threw it into the woods.
"Do you think he'll remember what we look like?" asked Duo after they began walking south.
"Maybe, if he lived through that," wheezed Zechs.
"Ah, crap."
The sound of sirens hurried them along.
They managed to get a ride with a truck driver to Maine, then they rode with some former Oz soilders who had served under Treize. That lasted until the group arrived in North Carolina, where they began walking.
"This is all your fault Wufei," Duo whined.
"My fault? Zechs was the one who put us under an eighteen wheeler, you, Maxwell, shot Josh Walsh who would have taken us to South Carolina. So, how is this my fault?"
"If you ever bothered to charge your phone, we could have called a cab or something. Of course you just had to mention that you were the one who killed Treize during the war!"
"Maxwell, Chang," began Heero.
"Shut up," finished Trowa, Quatre, and Zechs.
After walking hundreds of miles, with frequent stops in the milddle, the former soilders made it to a small town with a bus station. A bus for Mobile, Alabama would be leaving in one hour.
"God is good," yayed Duo as he ate and waited for the bus.
"We aren't out of hot water yet," warned Zechs. "Remember, the girls still want us to go to Wal Mart for them."
"That reminds me, why can't they get whatever for themselves?" asked a very tired, very sleepy Heero.
"Since we don't work that much and the girls do, of course we would be the logical choice," Wufei answered.
"Hey, why didn't you guys tell me we were under a truck?"
"We did," exclaimed an expasterated Quatre. "You were just to busy in LaLa Land to pay attention."
"Ah."
"Alright people, lets go." Heero ordered. Nobody question him; they wanted to go home.
By the time the boys got back to Quatre's place, 115 messages from a very, very, very angry Sally, Noin, Hilde, Cathrine, Relena, and Dorothy telling them to find a place to hide if they didn't show up tomarrow at noon with the groceries. A message was also there from Quatre's insurance company asking what in the hell happened to the car and that he had an appointment to meet with the agent tomarrow at noon. Ignoring all of it, the boys went to bed.
Black-Angel-001: we are going from Chuckie Cheese to Wal Mart, after all, if you live in Mount Vernon, Creola, Satsuma, Saraland, or Prichard Alabama, all you can really do is go to Wal Mart.