Hello, blazingalex here. We have reached the end of this wonderful story, and possibly future stories (I hope). Don't worry, I'll post an epilogue.
To recap: Backgrounds, 404E, fire, 221B, sex, evolutions,
Taylor, Henry, pregnancy, and other shit.
WARNING: Sexual themes WILL occur. This is rated M for a reason. I do NOT own Pokemon, or anything related in this story. Enjoy.
Chapter 9: We All Fall Down
I thought it would get my revenge. I thought my mind would be at ease. I thought Henry would get embarrassed. I miscalculated.
Mark and I sat at our desks designing a plan to get back at the Blaziken. We had lists, drawings, explanations, his schedule, everything we need to put together the final project. We've been working for hours, drawing up a bad plan each time.
"I think I got it," Mark said, looking at all the sheets.
"Finally," I mumbled, lifting my head up. "What do you got?"
"Okay, so, he has Chemical Analysis at 1:15, okay? And he has to bring his own chemicals. What if we tamper with the chemicals, changing his inventory entirely. Chances are, he would fail the course, the project would blow up in his face, and he would have this fucking stupid look the rest of his life."
"Mark…" I stood up. "That's fucking brilliant!" I slapped his back. "The question is: What are we changing?"
"From what I'm hearing, they're trying to make some sort of cleaner. Suppose we add something to the concoction, say, nitroglycerin?"
"Along with some concentrated hydrogen peroxide?"
"Throw in some trinitrotoluene, and you got yourself some revenge!"
"Fucking sweet, dude! C'mon! I know where we can go!" We left the room in a hurry, leaving our design lying out.
When we got back, we placed our chemicals onto the kitchen table and began working, carefully mixing the TNT into the hydrogen peroxide, making sure we don't drop it. We then poured the mixture and chemicals into separate vials and tubes to replace Henry's.
"Now all we have to do is sneak it into his pack," I said, looking at the dangerous compounds that lay in front of us.
"Perhaps I can help?" We turned around and saw Taylor standing behind us.
"Help with what?" Mark asked in a panic. Taylor held up our design.
"You idiots left this out. Be lucky Adrian and Izzy didn't see this." I grabbed it out of her hands. "So, can I help?"
"Only if you can sneak all these…" She disappeared with the vials. "Son of a bitch."
"Ah, don't worry," Mark said. "She's got this. She hung out with your dad. She knows how to handle herself." She reappeared moments later, holding different tubes.
"And done," she told us, placing the tubes down. "Don't worry, I won't say a word." She turned and walked through a wall, vanishing again.
"Even when she's dead, she's pretty cool."
"Oh, shut the fuck up, you shit-cunt!" I shouted, smacking his chest. "Let's go. We got about an half an hour before the fireworks and you have something important to do." We left the room again and walked down the hall and outside to the courtyard.
Izzy and Adrian sat on the ledge of the fountain, their faces buried in books and their backs pressed against each other for support. I walked up and sat down in front of Izzy, Mark doing the same thing to Adrian.
"Hey, CJ," Izzy said, not looking up from her book.
"What's going on, girls?" I asked them.
"Eh, nothing much," Adrian responded. "Just reading."
"I think Mark has something to say to you, Adrian." She put her book down and saw Mark down on one knee. "Wh-"
"Adrian Emily Dupont, I have loved you for a long time. You're a great girl, and a wonderful girlfriend. I just have one question." He reached down and pulled out a small case. Izzy turned around to watch. "Will you be my wife?" He opened the case and a ring appeared. I looked over at Adrian to see her crying.
"Yes, Mark," she sobbed. "Yes." He kissed her. "But there's something you should also know."
"What is it, sweet?"
"You're going to be a father." Mark's smile disappeared.
"What? You serious?" She nodded her head. "Dear Arceus. I'm going to be a father. Adrian, this is great!" He kissed her again. "We're going to be parents!" Another kiss. "CJ, Izzy, I want you two to be the godparents."
"Oh, this is too sweet!" Izzy exclaimed. "Yes, we accept!"
"I thought it would be fitting considering we're the godparents for Kylie."
"And it's a wonderful choice, too," Adrian added.
"Hey, CJ, what time is it?"
"Uhh…" I checked my phone. "Almost one."
"C'mon, let's go have lunch! I'm cooking!"
"Oh, hell no, bitch! I don't wanna die again!" We all ran inside the building, heading towards our dorm. There was a loud explosion. A low rumbling shook the building. Dust and rocks started to fall. I turned to my wife.
"Izzy, we have to run, now!" I shouted. I grabbed her arm and began running with her towards the exit, a stampede escaping with us.
"C'mon, CJ!" Mark yelled, running ahead of us, pulling his own love out. "Pick up the fucking pace!" Everyone ran out of the building in panic. Professors, students, and other staff looked back at the building as it collapsed into a pile of heap. We stared at the pile of rubble that was once our school.
"Whoops."
Don't worry, no one was injured or killed (unless you wanted Henry to die, then consider it done). Remember to review and PM me if you want me to change something in any of my stories. blazingalex, out!
