A/N: MORE HORROR!
Disclaimer: own nothing at all.
Gwen put up a few mana shields against the door so that the zombie Charmcaster couldn't get in. "YOU DIDN'T TELL ME SHE WAS HERE!" screeched a very pissed off redheaded Tennyson girl.
"She's even scarier as a zombie than she was as my girlfriend…" murmured Darkstar, still cringing in the corner, one eye twitching freakishly.
"WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG TODAY? FIRST I FALL DOWN A CLIFF, MY HOSTAGES LEAVE ME WITH A CAR, THEN I FIND YOU! AND THEN I GOT RAINBOWS AND UNICORNS AND PONIES AND BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS AND A FRICKIN' ZOMBIE CHARMCASTER!"
The masked guy just nodded. "She tried to eat my brains."
Gwen slumped down against the hood of her boyfriend's car. "This is going to suck."
"Just don't let the unicorns bite you." Darkstar was chewing on one of his metal clad gloves suspiciously. "When the unicorns bite, the apocalypse is upon us."
Gwen raised an eyebrow in his direction. "Um… why?"
"When the unicorns bite guys, it hurts like heck." His gaze was directed at her. The twitching eye became even more evident. "When the unicorns bite girls, it turns them into zombies. Like Charmcaster."
The girl closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "Oh poo."
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Kevin let out a huffy breath. They had reached Bellwood a long time ago and then they had hit up Max's RV to find it completely empty and began hacking into the vehicle's computer system. "This sucks," he murmured after he found the password and realized all the files were encrypted.
"No dip," sighed Ben, kicking up his feet onto the dashboard as his friend worked on the code crackling in the driver's seat. "Of course, Max would do stupid stuff like that."
He let his fingers fly across the wireless keyboard. "No, seriously Tennyson, I can't hack past this. And I can usually be through all this in about five minutes, but Plumber issued stuff is harder to break. Especially when it's in freaking Galvan!" Kevin dropped the keyboard on his lap for a moment while he massaged his temples with his fingertips. "I hate Galvans! Every last stinking one of the little buggers!"
Ben gave him a questioning look before sighing and said, "Give me that." He snatched the keyboard from Kevin who gave him a cold and harsh glare in the form of icy daggers. The brunette typed away at the keyboard for a long moment before saying, "Done." He tossed the keyboard back at Kevin before kicking his feet up on the dashboard once more.
The windshield, which also doubled as the computer monitor, spread itself out now in English.
Kevin glared at Ben again, this time even more pissed off. "I hate you."
Just snickering, Ben watched as Kevin siphoned through the data and information, looking for tracking charts and records. They came across one radar, but there was no blip on the maps that signaled Gwen's Plumber's badge.
"Hopeless," snarled the dark teen as he struggled to not smash the windshield with the keyboard. It was a very tempting idea…
"We'll find her." Ben sounded cocky. He sighed deeply. "Now if we find her before the chainsaw killer in the woods does is another question." He really wished he had a smoothie…
"We don't even know that there's a chainsaw killer," reminded Kevin, his earthen tinted gaze not wavering from the windshield's computer monitor screen. "Just a chainsaw."
"A very mean looking chainsaw," corrected Ben.
Kevin really, really wanted to slap him.
"Okay, so for now, I'm going to call Mr. Smoothy and ask if they deliver." Ben pulled out his cell phone and started dialing away for his favorite icy cold drink shack.
The dark teen suddenly glared at him, totally furious and wanting to do more than slap him. Instead, Kevin wanted to wring the smaller boy's neck. His fists clenched and his nails dug into his skin. "Ben."
"Yes?" Ben asked. "Did you want something from Mr. Smoothy? I got 'em on the line."
"How do you have signal in here?" he asked, knowing very well that his own cell phone was totally anti-signal in this exact spot.
He moved the mouthpiece away from his lips for a minute. "Oh, I got Verizon so there aren't a whole lot of black spots where my phone is just all ka-put and no calls or texts or anything like that." He put in an order for a lemon-lime, crayon, and thyme smoothie. And a soda for Kevin. Then the phone slammed shut and he dropped it back into his jacket pocket. His forest green gaze fell back to Kevin, who was glaring at him with one eye twitching furiously. "You've had that this whole time?" hissed the older of the two.
"Mhm." Ben looked out the window, his eyes hopeful for the Mr. Smoothy delivery guy.
A skillet bashed over the back of Kevin's head.
"Oh," came Max's voice as he dropped the cast iron pan. "It's just you two."
"Uh-huh," muttered Ben, looking out the window once more. "And you just have to hit Kevin senseless, don't you?"
Max gave his grandson a sheepish smile and ran his fingers through his short cropped white and gray hair. "I guess we should probably wake Kevin up…"
"MY SMOOTHIE'S HERE!" squealed Ben and he raced off from the RV to meet the guy on the bike coming up the hill.
A/N: yes, I had to have unicorns and a Mr. Smoothy delivery man. And Kevin hit with a skillet. Review to the madness!
~Sky
