A/N: I'm doing my best to be able to finish this story so that I can move onto other story ideas. In fact, I came up with a new story idea based off of the Beauty and the Beast play that went down at my school. I'mma tell you guys here so I won't forget and so, hopefully, I'll get around to it and get support for the idea.
Real quick: In the play, one of the ditsy women that follows Gaston around says that she hopes their 'adventures' or something together won't stop when he marries Belle. He laughs and says no. Course, spoiler, he dies, but what if one of the ditsy girls ended up getting pregnant before Gaston died? She, feeling shame after Gaston was revealed to be a horrible person, runs off and lives alone in a cottage, gives birth to a son, and raises him. Years pass by, and the son is out and about in the woods, carrying a gun. Hearing a girl in distress, he runs to none other than Belle's and the Princes' daughter. The plot continues after. Soooo? I like it. I'm gonna do it once all my fanfics with an ending actually end.
The Randicon Drabbles will never end, however. Never.
Anyway, to the story.
Of course Nomi had panicked. Randy was straight up gone, in a place that neither he nor Randy knew, so the panic meter was immedietly up through the roof. The last time Nomi had gotten careless enough for this to happen, it hadn't ended pretty, and he'd vowed then that he wouldn't allow it to happen ever again.
He threw the blankets off himself, jumping up, being careful of the floor that threatened to give way under himself. He jolted into the hallway, glancing up and down the hallway, his stomach turning when he heard noises coming from the kitchen. It couldn't be possible; both he and Randy had seen that the kitchen was far too unstable to use for anything, let alone cooking. Maybe it was someone, or rather, something, searching for a weapon to use against either him or the things that were outside.
He edged toward the opening that separated the hallway from the kitchen. He put his hand on the small weapon he always carried with him, ready to pull it out to defend himself.
A flash of purple gave him pause. He yanked himself into the doorway, eyes wide and panicked.
Randy turned around, safe.
His eyes were wide, only his were in confusion. He held a bowl in his hand, stirring a mix that appeared to be a powder and a liquid. Nearby, in the fireplace, there was a fire. It didn't seem to be producing any smoke, which was something Nomi didn't have to worry about or yell about. Just above the fire was a metal grill, much like a cooling rack. There was bacon on the rungs, cooking, filling the room with a mouth-watering aroma. Where the bacon had come from was easy to figure out, since the package was right next to the fire. It seemed Randy had made a quick run to the supermarket, or had gotten someone to do it for him, as there was a small bag of groceries next to where Randy was.
"R-Randy?" Nomi strode over to him, watching Randy set down the bowl.
"Yeah-... what's with the hug?" Randy's hands were up, not returning the hug but also not shoving him away. "I didn't know hugging was a thing you did."
"I.. I do not. But I thought..." he took a deep breath, putting his hands on Randy's shoulders and standing back upright. "I thought they got you. Or that you left. I admit that I was afraid."
Randy snorted, grabbing the bowl once more, "You shouldn't have been worried. I'm a totally responsible 15-year-old. I even got us breakfast."
"I noticed. May I ask how, considering that you're a refugee, and a 'dangerous' one, at that?" Nomi folded his arms, glancing once more at the groceries.
"You won't believe how many girls are willing to 'get in trouble' because they're helping a dangerous criminal. I got a girl to buy us this food just by giving her a kiss on the cheek and signing a piece of paper." he grinned. "and before you bitch, yes, I'm aware that we'll have to move, but only after breakfast."
Awkward silence filled the room. The sounds of cooking were the only thing either them could hear for quite a while. Nomi went and retrieved their things from the bedroom, along with a few other things that he decided they may need in the future.
"Hey, uh, Nomi?" Randy's voice echoed from the makeshift kitchen, leading Nomi back to him easily.
"Yes, Randy?" he walked over to the amethyst-haired teen, glancing at the food; it looked delicious. "What is it?"
"Since we're in this whole... 'saving Norrisville' business, I was just wondering... where did you come from?" He shifted his head up to stare at Nomi, curiosity and wariness dancing behind them.
It was clear that he was nervous; hell, it may have taken him the entire morning just for him to ask such a personal question. For some reason, this made Nomi's shoulders start to shake. He held his hand over his mouth and started to laugh, catching Randy off guard.
"Oh my gods... I am.. I am so sorry, but the way.. you are looking so confused right now... it is astonishingly funny..." he kept laughing, harder and harder until he tilted over, struggling to breath.
Randy stood, perplexed, watching as his mentor laughed more in the past few moments than he'd ever done in the entire week or so they'd been together. He frowned, eyebrows furrowing. Was... he being... made fun of? Finally, Nomi stopped, wiping at the tears in his eyes and standing back upright.
"It is fine, it is fine... you do not have need to worry," Nomi took a look at Randy's arm, smile slipping a bit. "I came from Japan. Moved here with the first Chosen One. I have lived here since, moving along with every new Chosen One."
"Did.. did you have family? Before now?" Randy tilted his head.
"I prefer to not speak about that. I am sorry."
"No, no, it's fine. I shouldn't pry," Randy shook his head, serving breakfast.
"Randy. It is fine. I promise. Just, I am not ready to speak of these things," he gave a comforting smile, patting his shoulder a bit as they both dug into their food.
The silence that filled them now was comfortable. Randy's food was gone in moments. Nomi ate a bit of the food, then gave it over to the growing teen in front of him, who also devoured that in seconds. Nomi cleared up the area, destroying any and all traces of their existence.
"Theresa should be here sometime soon. We do not have much time, and she will come over before she herself runs to safety," Nomi stretched, sighing. "She should bring us a message."
"A message?" Randy stood and brushed himself off.
"For the most part, she should alert us to who survived, and.. who did not..." Nomi closed his eyes. "i prefer not to think of that side of things."
"Neither would I," Randy glowered at the carpet, watching a cockroach scramble across it and into a hole in the wall.
Nomi gave a slight nod, heading to the room where they had slept the night before. The window overlooked the garden, and despite the tall grass, it wasn't long before Nomi could spot a small, purple spot heading through the weeds and brush and heading to the back door. Just as planned. A small knock next to the bedroom alerted Nomi to Theresa's presence.
"Come in," he held up the small portion of house that blocked off Theresa's entrance. "Hurry."
She grumbled,"I can only squirm through a hole so fast, Nomi."
Nonetheless, she managed to wiggle through, landing on the carpet. She held a small box that Nomi knew was filled to the brim with medical supplies.
"You need to find better hiding places," she smiled, handing him the small box.
"Sorry," he sighed. "I do not know why, but this was the only place that seemed.. right. Randy seemed to go to this house right away as well."
"Weird, but whatever," she grinned, then it slipped. "I.. I have the list."
"There is a list?" Nomi felt bile rise up in him, choking it back. "Who?"
Theresa looked away, wiping at her eyes, "There's.. to many for my liking."
"Just tell me," Nomi pleaded, preparing himself to hear the names.
A long pause followed, and even after, Theresa's voice was choked. She looked at Nomi, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Deloris. She was in the kitchen... didn't hear a thing. They took her out," a sob escaped, and she shook her head. "Nightmare. Jamie. They took the kids, every single one of them, and they.. they said that.. that they were 'sick in the head'. Lined them up and just..."
"Do not force yourself to tell me. I know..." he swallowed. "I know what you are trying to say."
"Serpent was badly hurt. I don't know where he went. I don't know where Lee even is," she hiccuped. "Max and the others were resting there that night, and... they're gone."
Nomi felt chills go down his spine. So many lives were lost that day. No, not even 'that day' as if it happened years ago. Last night. Over half the rebels that were with them were straight up murdered, lies made up to excuse their execution.
"That's not all... I grabbed the newspaper today," she pushed the thickly-bound papers at Nomi.
The front headline was screaming at them. REBEL ORGANIZATION TAKEN DOWN; CITY SAFE FOR ANOTHER DAY; MCFIST MAKES STATEMENT OVER NEXT STEP.
"I am going to puke." Nomi's mouth curled in disgust.
"I already did. I still want to." Theresa wrapped her arms around herself, looking at the corner of the room. "Nomi, we have to get into hiding."
"i know. But we... we have to make our own move."
"With what?! Nomi, there's only 23 of us left, and we're all only in groups as big as 4! And I think we're still being hunted!" she whimpered, the fear beginning to take it's toll on her.
"I will come up with an idea. Just be at the ready, please," Nomi folded his arms, sighing.
Theresa looked tired and desperate, but slowly nodded, wiping at her eyes.
"Of course, of course," she whispered. "I'll be waiting for you. We'll meet under the old clocktower, at the old school," Theresa headed to the hole in the wall, "Don't be late."
Nomi nodded, watching Theresa leave through the hole. He turned back to Randy, using his new medical supplies to take care of Randy's bullet wound. He gave a silent plea to whatever god was listening that Theresa would get to their meeting spot safe and sound.
It had only been a few minutes. She made her way down the alleyway, blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders and her head. It hid her hair and her stature, therefore, it was the perfect disguise at the moment. She rushed toward the darkness, failing to hear the small footsteps that followed her.
She stopped to catch her breath, glancing around from one pathway to the next. For some goddamn reason, her mind blanked. Which way was the way to the school? She needed to go over a map every now and then, make sure her skills were sharp.
Just as she was about to head down the right pathway, she felt a metal tube coil around her middle, pinning her arms to her sides. She tried to scream, to at least alert the homeless scavengers that would take down this metal thing in seconds, but another coil wrapped around her head, beginning to tighten.
"Convict #445 has been apprehended. She is being taken to the square." the robot's voice made it abundantly clear that she and her friends were being hunted.
She began to kick and scream around the tube, struggling to be released. The robot appeared to be annoyed with her wiggling, as it turned her around. She saw blonde hair, pale skin, and deep, red eyes. She turned sheet white, the screams dying in her throat as she saw pure rage and hatred in this.. this... things eyes. A weak whimper escaped, before she felt something stab into her neck.
Her vision began to fade, her mind beginning to go blank as the drug began to take effect.
The blackness took her when the robot walked back down the alley, meeting a tall man with a white streak in his hair in a lab coat.
"Did you retrieve her?"
"Yes, sir."
"Thank you. Take her to the square and secure her. We need her alive, if for just a few more moments."
The last thing Theresa saw was the evil grin on the mans face as she was dragged past him.
"You'll make a very good example."
"How much farther? I don't like how.. dark.. and quiet it is," Randy shuddered, looking around quickly.
He felt Nomi's hand on his head, forcing his head to stay in one place.
"Do not do that. You will bring suspition on us," he headed down the alleyway easily. He knew where he was going.
"I'm just saying. Even when it's in the middle of the day, it should be busy. It's just... quiet.."
A deep sigh startled Randy, making him turn to his mentor to give him an angry glare.
"You want to go find why it is so quiet, right, hero?"
"I told you once before! I'm not a hero!" Randy was met with a calm stare. "Fine. Yes. I wanna go see why it's so crazy quiet."
Nomi shook his head, hiding a smile. He adjusted his green jacket before heading down a different alleyway, heading to the main street. It was risky, but if at any time it was quiet, most people tended to congregate to the main square. It was one of two things: a new product was being released, or McFist was making an appearance.
Randy remained quiet, stewing in his anger at being called a hero once more. He'd made it very clear that he wasn't the hero everyone wanted him to be.
After a few moments of quiet, they began to hear sounds, much like many people speaking at once. Someone screamed, causing the pair to jump. They pulled their hoods over their heads as they walked to the back of the crowd, staring up at the square.
Theresa was sat, and chained to, a white marble block. She appeared to be unconscious, head to her chest. As they watched, she groaned, and lifted her head to face the audience.
Many people screamed, some backed away, and many, many more screamed for Theresa to die.
Randy gripped Nomi's arm, his grip getting tighter and tighter. Despite how little Randy knew of Theresa, he'd gotten attatched. She took care of him when he was hurt, and they'd talked quite a bit during those hours.
McFist stood next to Theresa, an insane grin plastered on his face.
"HELLO EVERYONE!" he cackled happily. "TODAY, WE SHALL CELEBRATE THE DEATH OF REBEL SCUM!"
Screams of approval erupted from citizens, some whipping out their phones to record this 'memorable moment'.
"THIS SCUM HERE IS SOMEONE YOU ALL KNOW WELL. HER NAME IS THERESA, THAT THERESA THAT TOOK AWAY SO MANY OF OUR FRIENDS. OUR FAMILY. IT'S ALL HER FAULT!" McFist screamed into the microphone, causing Nomi and Randy to cover their ears.
"We need to stop him!" Randy hissed.
"We cannot." Nomi shook his head, watching as McFist took a sword from Viceroy next to him.
"What do you mean, we can't?!" Randy turned on Nomi, shaking.
"We cannot interfere. It must happen. And if we tried to get her now, we would be taken and killed. I understand your anger, your frustration, but we cannot..."
Randy and Nomi had been so busy fighting amongst themselves that they almost missed it when McFist lifted the sword and then swung it.
A loud roar followed, but Randy's mind started buzzing. Randy ad Nomi watched as Theresa's head dropped from her shoulders and down onto the floor. Blood splattered the white marble, marking a horrible moment enshrined and glorified into a moment, an action that 'indicated' a 'step forward' to a 'better future'.
Randy didn't know what he was doing. All he knew was him running up at the block, people shrieking and jolting back to escape from his path. Nomi followed after him, trying to stop him.
"YOU FUCKER! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Randy grabbed so many phones that he lost count, throwing all of them at McFist. "WE'RE STILL HERE. WE'LL KILL YOU! WE'LL TAKE YOU DOWN!" he shrieked, his vision going red.
Nomi yanked him back, heading to the only opening that they could escape from.
Randy kept screaming and hitting at people.
Nomi, desperate at this point, finally made the decision to knock out Randy. With the lack of restraint, Nomi managed to bolt into an alley. He heard dozens of people following after them, yelling and screaming for more blood.
The red-head made a sharp turn, then jumped up through a broken window. He ducked out of sight with Randy, hearing the people, so many people, pass by the building.
It seemed like hours before Nomi sat up. Silence filled the room, aside from Randy's breathing.
Nomi relaxed, letting his head thunk against the rotting wall.
Now he could think about his next mood, and how he could work around Randy's recent mental disturbance.
A/N: I'm gonna go watch coco. I'm so sorry if the ending to this chapter seems lackluster, but I'm distracted.
Please forgiv.
Thank.
Please comment, and give me feedback on my idea, thank.
