Author's Note:
Thank you everyone for the wonderful reviews! I put quite some time and effort into it and reading each and everyone of the reviews makes me feel so. Very. Happy. Thank you all! And to the guest who hoped that Randy would be a hellhound...Percy Jackson my friend...you rock \m/.\m/ anyways I'm sorry this took a long time to upload but I hope that I can make it up to you by having this chapter 4,176 words in it! Happy 4th of July!
Randy looked up in horror at the mad scientist looming over him. "Hey Randy, ready for the tests?" he asked. Randy gulped. "Y-yes..." Viceroy smiled. "Good, now lets go outside..." Randy got up and followed him. As they walked out of the clinic though, Randy grabbed his jacket. He began hugging it. If I do this I feel as if I'm protected... he thought hugging it tighter. As he and Viceroy walked outside they passed by other kids who were coughing up blood.
Howard's right... thought Randy as they passed sick kids. They aren't even close to how bad I was... he looked up at Viceroy. "Uh...sir?" Viceroy turned around. "What's up with all the kids?" he asked motioning to Bucky who coughed up some blood into his hand. "Awww...man...this is my triangle playing hand..." he whined.
Viceroy walked next to Randy to make it easier to walk and talk. "My boss, McFist, joined the McBoomBoom and the McYumYum Factories together and created the McBoomYum factory..." Randy looked up at him. "And that's supposed to be a bad thing?" he asked. Viceroy snorted. "Well, yeah! I don't know why he did that! We already went through something like this before!" Randy thought about if for a moment. His mind went back to Night of the Living McFizzles (that's what Howard and him agreed to call it). Oh...so that's what happened... he thought now knowing what caused the zombie apocalypse.
Viceroy went on. "Anyways, for some reason he did this again but he was making a new candy, and all of you highschoolers were eating it" he began. "Although only kids 14-16 are affected so luckily, the younger age group hasn't been hurt" said Viceroy. As they stepped outside Randy passed by Debby Kang. She coughed some blood into her handkerchief. She acted as if it was nothing and then went to talk to Theresa. Randy stared off at her in confusion. She didn't look as if it hurt... he then remembered the room spinning as he coughed up blood, and the sharp pains he had. How come it hurt so much?
Randy looked up to see that they had reached their destination. Viceroy had set up a portable lab in the back of the school. It was equipped with an examination table, microscopes, test tubes, scanners, and other weird things Randy couldn't name. Luckily there was also a white bed sheet to keep what was being done in their unnoticed. Viceroy pulled the white sheet to the side and motioned for Randy to sit on the table. He did so.
Viceroy turned his back to him and faced another table on his right. "Now this might hurt just a little..." as he said so he turned back to Randy with a huge needle. "Sorry, need a blood sample..." he said with an apologetic smile. Randy didn't know what Viceroy was expecting. For him to cry? Run out screaming like a little girl? I'm the ninja! thought Randy. I deal with things worse than this almost every day! He then looked back up at Viceroy. Oh yeah, he doesn't know that...
Randy rolled his sleeve up, signaling for Viceroy to inject the needle. Viceroy stuck the needle in his arm and collected some blood. When Viceroy took the needle out he surveyed the blood. "Ooh!" he said looking at it. "So dark! So majestic! And look at that beautiful crimson color!" he said with giddy. He looked to see Randy staring at him. His eyes were wide and he was leaning away from him. Viceroy laughed. "Sorry, just some thing I do..."
Viceroy took some of the blood and put it in one of the many super high-tech, McFist Industries scanners. While it was processing the data Viceroy electrocuted him, gave him an eye chart, made him take a math test (he scored a B), made him run some laps around the school (on the second lap he collapsed and coughed up blood again), and stuck needles in him. After that, he asked Randy some questions. "When you were coughing up blood, how did it feel?" asked Viceroy, getting ready to right everything down. Randy looked up in surprise. "I had a sharp pain in my head" he began. "After the first few coughs the room started to spin, and during each cough it felt as if I was being stabbed..." he said. "After a while I blacked out"
Viceroy was writing all of this down, not missing a word. He clicked his pen. "Interesting..." he began. "Unlike everyone else you suffered a lot of pain. The other kids just experience a weird fuzzy feeling in their stomach and then the next thing you know, blood!" Randy nodded. Viceroy moved to one of his scanners and read something on it. "Now, were you doing anything before you started..." he motioned to a kid outside the tent who began coughing up red liquids.
Randy thought about it. "Well I was late for class so I was running..." Viceroy nodded and wrote that down. "What feelings did you experience?" Randy thought about it. "Nervousness, a little tired..." Viceroy nodded. "How many bags of McSkeetles have you eaten?" he asked. Randy looked to the sky trying to remember how much of that sweet candy he had. Odd how something so sweet turned out to be so bitter... he thought. Just then it hit him. Oh...beware of the bittersweet! That's what the Nomicon meant! he thought. He then remembered he was a question. "Oh! Right, like...maybe around 7 or something?" he said. Viceroy looked up from his notes with a confused look. "What? Did you say seven?!" he asked, stunned. Randy nodded.
"Yeah, seven..." he repeated. Viceroy got up and looked at his scans and readings. "All the other kids ate like, 60 bags!"
"Woah, really!?"
"Yeah, I know..." Viceroy turned back to his work. "I thought that you must have eaten maybe, a hundred or something!" he looked back at Randy. "Then again you look too small to have eaten all that candy..." he was searching through all of his paperwork when it hit him. He slapped himself upside the head. Oh... thought Viceroy. He turned to Randy. "Well Randy it looks like we're done here..." he said. Randy got up. "Wait, but could you first answer some questions..." he asked. Viceroy turned to him. "Like what?"
Randy through his hands out. "Like why I was so much different from everyone else"
"Well, that's because you're a teenager and teens always think they're dif-"
"No! NOT THAT WAY!"
Viceroy looked at Randy. "Oh! About the blood and stuff!" he said. Randy nodded. Viceroy pushed up his glasses and spoke. "Well Randy, did you know that your blood is AB-?" asked the mad scientist. Randy shook his head. "No, why?" Viceroy smiled. "I could go into a lot of detail but to save some time, you're blood type is very rare. It's found in less than 1% of our world's population. No one else in this school has the same blood type as you" he caught the look on Randy's face when he said 'no one has the same blood type as you'
"Don't worry, you can get blood from anyone else with AB- , A- , B- , or O-" he reassured him. Randy nodded. Viceroy began packing up his things while talking. "Anyways, the chemicals in the candy reacted very badly to your blood, and your nervous system, that's why you were the first one to be affected, it hurt so much, and you lost so much blood" Viceroy turned back to Randy. "Also, somehow everyone else coughed up a little bit of blood painlessly while they were relaxed or sleepy" he began. "You on the other hand will cough pools of blood very painfully when you're nervous, weakened, or feeling adrenaline, so..." he turned and smiled at Randy. "Don't get excited!"
Randy faked a smile. Then hopefully I won't have to go ninja... he thought. Viceroy and him walked outside of the portable lab. Viceroy then grabbed a small remote out of his pocket and pressed a button. The lab folded down into a small little cube, Viceroy then walked over and picked it up as if it was nothing. "That is the straight up cheese!" Randy said in awe. As Viceroy walked away Randy remembered a very important question. "Wait! When will everything be back to normal?" Viceroy turned around. "In a few days, just don't eat the candy!" he said. As Willem Viceroy walked away Randy frowned. Why does he have to be a nice bad guy?
Randy sighed in defeat and walked into the school. Word had gotten out that the kids in school were coughing up blood and the town didn't find it safe for the kids to be out among the healthy so while school wasn't in session anymore, the kids still had to stay within school grounds, so as Randy walked into the school, the sun was setting over the horizon. It was cold out so Randy put his jacket back on. He looked up to see the snow coming down. Viceroy must of had some special thing that kept the lab room temperature. Randy came into the school and stopped. Where's Howard? he thought. Then a lightbulb went off in his head. In the cafeteria!
Randy walked to the lunchroom and passed by the place where he had his first coughing fit. The blood had been mopped up but there was still a stain. For the first time Randy noticed how big it must have been. He shuddered at the thought of how that scene must have looked like. Randy arrived at the cafeteria and pushed open the doors. Sure enough, Howard was at Shangri-Lunch eating some doughnuts. He walked over and sat across from Howard.
"Hey Randy! How'd the testing go?" asked Howard in between bites. Randy nodded. "They were good, turns out I have a rare blood type which makes this whole thing suck for me but other than that..." Randy said with a sarcastic tone. "I'm good" Howard swallowed his last doughnut. "Well, just so you know..." he leaned in when more kids walked into the cafeteria. "I heard McFist talking about looking for the ninja..." he began. "I think he might set out a robot later..." sure enough right after he said it, a huge robotic wolf smashed into the cafeteria. Howard dove under the table.
"SEE?! I TOLD you he was gonna send a robot!" Randy dove under a table. Kids left the room screaming as Randy pulled the ninja mask out of his jean pocket. He slipped it on and felt the fabric wrap around his body, energy coursing through his body. Under the mask he smiled. All of this blood and coughing was really putting him down. A good monster fight was just what he needed. Randy jumped up from under the table and pointed his sword at the wolf. "Hey buddy!" The wolf turned around. "Wanna play fetch?"
The wolf pounced at him and Randy stepped to the side. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Randy smiled. "Woah Fido, looks like we have a-" suddenly Randy had a nostalgic feeling. No, it's not nostalgic... thought Randy. This feeling he didn't long for, he actually feared it a little. Just then the robo-wolf hit Randy with it's tail. Randy flew across the room and hit the wall with a loud "thump" . Howard crawled out of his hiding place and towards Randy.
"C'mon ninja...the wolf beating the juice out of-" just then he looked at Randy. Randy had his hand to his mouth and was coughing. Howard looked at him in worry and rested a hand on Randy's shoulder. "Cunningham, are you alright?" he asked. Randy coughed a little more and looked at his hand. There was only a little bit of blood. Adrenaline and weakness makes me cough up blood... he remembered. But the ninja mask helps my wounds. But still, I need to be careful...
Randy shooed Howard's hand away. "I'm fine. Just don't get hurt, kay?" He got up and charged at the wolf with his sword. He jumped in the air and took a swipe at it. As his blade went through the head he exclaimed, "That's my job!"
Somewhere in the school, McFist and Viceroy were controlling the mechanical wolf (well, Viceroy was) and trying to defeat the ninja. "MAKE IT GO LEFT!" yelled the demanding billionaire (you know who I'm talking about). Viceroy moved the right and avoided the ninja's attack. He looked away from the screen and at McFist. "Mm,hm..." he said. "I meant my left..." said McFist. "We have the same left!" reasoned Viceroy.
The ninja had tried to slice off the wolf's head just moments before but Viceroy had made the wolf with a stronger metal this time. When the Ninja had sliced down on the wolf's head he had only chopped off about half of it. But it was still compatible. The ninja made a running leap. He did a flip in the air and sliced the ear off of the wolf. "Bad dog! No running in the house!" he said. McFist took a look at the ninja. "You know Viceroy, the ninja seems to make more jokes than he did last year..." he said. Viceroy nodded. "People change sir, people change..."
Back in the cafeteria the robo-wolf and ninja had pretty much destroyed everything. Randy did a backflip to avoid being mauled by one of the wolf's large claws. Randy wasn't making jokes anymore. He didn't have the energy for that, he had already coughed some blood 15 more times. Luckily the ninja mask made it minimal like everyone else, yet it still hurt. As hard as this fight was though, it seemed to be around the end. The wolf was badly damaged. It's back had a huge crack in it from when Randy flung it to the ground, it has missing its left back paw, and it kept malfunctioning, sometimes running into a wall on its left when Randy was on its right.
Randy smirked. "Doe's someone want a treat for fighting for so long?" the wolf growled and charged at Randy. He was about to move to the side when he slipped on a jelly doughnut. The robo-wolf hit him but kept on going and they crashed through the cafeteria wall and out into the cold of outside. Snow now covered the ground and was still lightly coming down. The robo-wolf was about to lunge for Randy's throat when it just stopped. Randy opened an eye. Somehow it just stopped. But he knew he couldn't attack or move, and his life may soon be ended for the wolf's mouth was open and could 'chomp' Randy's head off anytime.
Back with McFist and Viceroy, Viceroy had stopped the wolf from decapitating the ninja. McFist yelled at him. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! FINISH HIM!" he yelled at the mad scientist. Viceroy turned around in his seat to face McFist. "Sir, wouldn't you like to find out how the ninja's lived and looked like a teenager for 800 years?" he asked. McFist's eyes widened and then he smiled an evil smile. He went to Viceroy and took a microphone from the control panel.
Back with the ninja, the wolf released Randy from the death hold and a speaker blasted McFist's voice out of its mouth. "Dear Ninja, we have now decided to not kill you but to capture you and learn all of your secrets..." Randy's eyes widened. This scared him more than dying, or failing to protect Norrisville. What if they find out about the mask or the Nomicon? he thought, panic setting in. He then turned his head to the left and began to cough. McFist went on.
"After that we will kill you and there will be nothing that will stand in The Sorcerer's way of destroying this putrid city..." McFist finished. Randy looked back at the wolf, right into its eyes, guessing that was the camera. He was right.
McFist and Viceroy watched and listened to something that surprised them. The ninja stared at them with menacing eyes, unlike any they had every seen, right into the camera and them. His humorous, some what carefree nature was gone. They say that the eyes are doors to the soul, but right now his doors were almost shut, and what they let out was pure hatred. "You will not take me, and the Sorcerer will not get out" he began. McFist felt himself getting cold. The ninja growled and as he brought his legs up and kicked the wolf off of him. He pointed a sword at it and, still looking at the camera, finished "and I shall protect the town with my life"
He charged at the wolf, who did nothing since Viceroy wasn't controlling it due to him and McFist still being in shock from what just happened. As Randy charged at the wolf Viceroy remembered what was going on and activated defensive mode. The ninja charged at the robo-wolf, ready to slice its head off when by itself it swiped a paw and him. The ninja then went flying into the woods.
Randy flew at maybe 50 miles per hour deep into the woods and finally stopped when he hit a tree. When he hit it, the tree splintered into a million pieces as he flew through. It slowed him down and Randy skidded on the dirt. On normal circumstances Randy would have gotten right back up and send that robo-wolf to the moon, but right now the ninja mask was focusing on keeping Randy from coughing up what little blood he had left.
The robo-wolf stalked over to him and Randy slipped unconscious, Randy thought one thing and one thing only.
Shit...
Viceroy and McFist stared at the computer screen in shock. They looked at each other, then the screen. At each other, and the screen.
"Did we just defeat the ninja?"
"I think we did..." They looked at each other.
"YAAAAAAAY!" they exclaimed. The grabbed each other and started jumping up and down like little kids. "YAY, YAY, YAY, YAY! WOOHOO! WOOHOO! WOOHOO! WOOHOO!" they chanted, acting like little girls. As they were celebrating Viceroy looked at the screen and noticed that the robo-wolf wasn't bringing the ninja back. It actually wasn't doing anything at all.
"Uh...sir?" asked Viceroy. McFist stopped cheering and looked up. "What?" Viceroy pointed to the screen. "Sir, the ninja is still deep in the woods and robo-wolf isn't collecting him like he should..." McFist scratched his head. "Can't you control it yourself?" he asked. Viceroy sat down at the keys and fiddled with the controls. Nothing happened. He turned to McFist with his hands up in defeat.
McFist steamed. "GO GET HIM YOURSELF!" he yelled. Viceroy got up. "Fine..." he said. "But before I go..." he hit the 'self destruct' button and the robo-wolf blew up into a million pieces. He looked at McFist. "Just in case you try to pull something..."
Viceroy left the building and walked to the woods were the ninja was. He had to walk all away across town to the school because awhile ago he and McFist left the school for McFist industries. "Now how will I find him?" Viceroy asked out loud. He then spotted a trail of fresh blood on the white snow. Bingo... he thought. Viceroy then made his way along the trail. Within minutes he started seeing broken trees, and disturbances in the snow. I should be getting close... then he saw it. Viceroy came into a large clearing. Viceroy looked up and for the first time, noticed it was night out.
Better get the ninja back to McFist... he thought. He made his way to the other side of the clearing and sure enough, the 'man' himself was there. "The Ninja..." he whispered. There the ninja lay, right in front of him. His body lay broken in the snow. Viceroy got down next to him and got ready to pick him up and deliver him to McFist when a thought occurred to him.
Who is he? The thought never occurred to him that the ninja was a teenager. He had always thought that he was just someone from 800 years ago who had learned the secret of immortality. Viceroy wanted to see who's face in the school the ninja was. He reached towards the ninja's mask. But as soon as his hand reached under the fabric he was pushed away by some force.
It hadn't hurt, but Viceroy knew not to do it again. Looks like only the ninja himself can take off the mask... he reasoned. He was then hit with a thought. It might not work but... He reached for the ninja's hand. He grabbed it and used the ninja's own hand to take off the mask. He smiled. That actually worked? he thought. He began taking off the mask when he stopped above the mouth. Viceroy didn't know it, but by taking the mask off of Randy a little, the ninja mask's healing failed.
Viceroy stopped because as the ninja mask passed the mouth, it coughed up a handful of blood.
Viceroy's eyes widened. He backed away. Maybe he just has some internal bleeding... but he then shook his head. Viceroy knew that wasn't it. He sighed and looked up. The ninja's just a kid... The ninja didn't have internal bleeding, and if he was coughing up blood, that must have meant he was a teen ager affected by the wonky McSkeetles.
Viceroy sighed. I can't kill a child... he then slipped the mask back onto the ninja, and under it Randy felt it easier to breath. Viceroy picked up the fallen ninja and walked back to the school. Carrying the boy, he looked up the moon. It was full and caused the blood to shimmer on the pure white snow. He walked over to the front steps of the school, his feet crunching under the snow. He set the ninja down on the front steps.
The ninja lay on the front steps, his hands by his sides, his legs spread apart. Even when he isn't awake he's still ready to fight... thought Viceroy, a sad smile making it's way across his face. He then left the school, and as he walked away he heard the front doors open and some kids gasping when they discovered who it was.
"It's the ninja!"
"How'd he get here?"
"Is he hurt!?"
"What should we do?"
"I'm gonna take off his mask!"
Viceroy smiled at that last part. His smile even widened when he heard the kid scream "OW!" when it was rejected by the mask. He then heard a groan. The ninja had woken up. Luckily it was too dark for the Ninja too see him. He looked up at them. His eyes widened as he realized what was going on. "S-smoke bomb!" and with that, he disappeared.
As he walked back to McFist industries, Viceroy passed by that Cunningham kid. "Hello" he said. Randy looked back at him. "H-hello..." he said. They went there separate ways, and while walking Viceroy looked back at the woods where the ninja was.
Next time kid, you'll just be the ninja. And I will bring you in... and with that Viceroy made his way into McFist Industries.
McFist was in furious. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'HE GOT AWAY'?!" he yelled. Viceroy put up his hands in defense. "When I was there he woke up and escaped" he lied. McFist chopped the desk in half. "GAAAAHH!" He then looked up to the ceiling. "I WILL DESTROY HIM!" he cried. Viceroy turned away from the angered billionaire. And I'll be there to help you...