High School From HELL
Daniel Ocean
You ought to know the warning now.
Relena sighed. "You know, you guys, I don't know if this is going to work. I mean, I don't think we should bring this.this thing to an audience. I mean, someone could get slimed by the thing. And even if that doesn't happen-I mean, what's making it go onto the show, huh?"
"Everything will be okay," said Dorothy. "Grandfather made all of the arrangements. We have a restraining order on the monster, so we can get it to go exactly where we want it to go. If we say we want it on the show, there ain't nothing it can do to get out of it."
Everyone paused. "How did your grandfather get that kind of arrangements, anyway?" asked Duo. "I mean, how do you get a restraining order placed on a oozy gooey monster thing that came straight from a 70's horror movie and the author's own sick twisted imagination?"
Dorothy glared at Duo. "Just shut up and trust the system, okay, Maxwell?"
"Okay, okay. I will. But how do you get to get a-"
"I wouldn't ask," warned Hilde.
"Okay." Duo stayed quiet, and then said, "You know, Dorothy, I said I didn't like your eyebrows, but it is a big improvement over the bald- forehead look."
"Maxwell."
"Yes?"
"PREPARE TO DIE!"
"Thirty seconds to show time."
"Fine. Is everyone back there all ready?" The talk show host took her place at the front of the stage, directly in front of the main camera.
"Everyone is ready and prepared to go on. Fifteen seconds."
"All right."
The crowd shifted nervously for the last few seconds. For the first time on television, an intelligent life form other than a human would be shown on television, and on a mid-afternoon talk show, of all things.
All the release forms had been filled out, the monster produced, and the victims tracked down-or rather, the victims tracked the show down. None of the so-called "big" shows would take the monster.
This here was live!
"And five, four, three, two, one, on the air."
"Today, on Azimel's Hour," explained the host, "you, the audience, get the first look at the smartest thing around. Its genius, its evil, and its victims-all here on one stage. First, we here on the show would like to bring out a few of the first victims from the monster's first showing, at a high school. Relena, Dorothy, and Duo, please come on out here."
A little bit of music played as the three came out from backstage and sat in large, overstuffed seats, in the center stage. Azimel walked back to Dorothy. "You are Dorothy, am I right? Good. Now tell us what exactly happened, that afternoon, that ended in your finding of the monster."
Dorothy described getting into trouble, everyone leaving, finding out that most of it was an elaborate prank from Traize, and then when the monster was found, by her.
"I just sprayed the hell out of it with the fire extinguisher. And after I was done with that, I sprayed it AGAIN to make sure it was done with."
"So is that how it still is, to this day?"
"As far as I know." It was a deliberate lie. The audience cheered. The host signaled to backstage.
"Well, that's what you all think. But guess who-or rather, what-is backstage for the show this afternoon." The monster, in its six-foot tall, green and gooey glory slid out from backstage and let out a sort of low- pitched booming roar. The audience reacted immediately, and the monster appeared hurt.
Azimel slid over. "So, you were stalking these three-amongst others- in that high school that fateful afternoon?"
It appeared to nod. "So, why did you do choose to do this?"
It shrugged. "Didn't know what exactly to do, huh? Well, let's go to our audience and hear some reactions. Any volun-wow, I guess so. You there, What's your name?"
"I'm Natalie, and I think it's shameful that this monster would do something to hurt someone else-they didn't do nothing to him! Saying it didn't know what to do is a weak excuse."
More cheers, and one more member of the audience was interviewed. "I'm Horace, and this is a question for Dorothy-how did you know that the monster was going to attack you? Maybe it was following you around in the way that you were trying to figure out what it was."
"Hey," said Dorothy. "I ******' tried to defend myself from a.thing, and I don't see how you would react any other way."
The microphone was passed. "I'm Mike. Horace-I bet if you found that thing in your back yard, I'll bet you would have gone inside to get your golf clubs to beat the s**t out of it."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
All hell broke loose. The monster got up into the audience to attack Mike and Natalie. Dorothy, Relena and Duo all jumped after it. Chairs were thrown and Azimel was in the middle, trying to referee the fight from the middle. For the next minute, the cameras were rolling as a massive brawl ensued, with the monster sliming as many people as it could.
Azimel stopped being the ref and turned to the camera. "Don't touch that dial, we will be right back on "Azimel's Hour."
The cameras never turned back on at the set.
"Well." Relena was pulled out by producers in time. "Not even Azimel could solve our problem."
"Yeah," said Duo. "And now she's dead."
Traize was rubbing his head at this news. "I guess we have underestimated our monster. There is only one thing to do now."
"Traize, don't do anything that could get you killed." Dorothy looked at the former Specials leader. "Oh.no. Don't. Remember what happened when you tried this against Wufei?"
"I must, Dorothy. I have to sharpen my sword and refill my fire extinguisher. I must go against this monster.before it picks off more talk show hosts."
Author's Notes: Sorry it's been so long since the last chapter, here. ( I expected to finish this up about two weeks ago, but I went on vacation and then I started a different story, called "The New Betrayal." It is taking top priority here at Daniel Otono Inc., so check that out and maybe you shouldn't expect the next-but last-chapter for a week or longer.
Have a nice summer, and please review.
Daniel Ocean
You ought to know the warning now.
Relena sighed. "You know, you guys, I don't know if this is going to work. I mean, I don't think we should bring this.this thing to an audience. I mean, someone could get slimed by the thing. And even if that doesn't happen-I mean, what's making it go onto the show, huh?"
"Everything will be okay," said Dorothy. "Grandfather made all of the arrangements. We have a restraining order on the monster, so we can get it to go exactly where we want it to go. If we say we want it on the show, there ain't nothing it can do to get out of it."
Everyone paused. "How did your grandfather get that kind of arrangements, anyway?" asked Duo. "I mean, how do you get a restraining order placed on a oozy gooey monster thing that came straight from a 70's horror movie and the author's own sick twisted imagination?"
Dorothy glared at Duo. "Just shut up and trust the system, okay, Maxwell?"
"Okay, okay. I will. But how do you get to get a-"
"I wouldn't ask," warned Hilde.
"Okay." Duo stayed quiet, and then said, "You know, Dorothy, I said I didn't like your eyebrows, but it is a big improvement over the bald- forehead look."
"Maxwell."
"Yes?"
"PREPARE TO DIE!"
"Thirty seconds to show time."
"Fine. Is everyone back there all ready?" The talk show host took her place at the front of the stage, directly in front of the main camera.
"Everyone is ready and prepared to go on. Fifteen seconds."
"All right."
The crowd shifted nervously for the last few seconds. For the first time on television, an intelligent life form other than a human would be shown on television, and on a mid-afternoon talk show, of all things.
All the release forms had been filled out, the monster produced, and the victims tracked down-or rather, the victims tracked the show down. None of the so-called "big" shows would take the monster.
This here was live!
"And five, four, three, two, one, on the air."
"Today, on Azimel's Hour," explained the host, "you, the audience, get the first look at the smartest thing around. Its genius, its evil, and its victims-all here on one stage. First, we here on the show would like to bring out a few of the first victims from the monster's first showing, at a high school. Relena, Dorothy, and Duo, please come on out here."
A little bit of music played as the three came out from backstage and sat in large, overstuffed seats, in the center stage. Azimel walked back to Dorothy. "You are Dorothy, am I right? Good. Now tell us what exactly happened, that afternoon, that ended in your finding of the monster."
Dorothy described getting into trouble, everyone leaving, finding out that most of it was an elaborate prank from Traize, and then when the monster was found, by her.
"I just sprayed the hell out of it with the fire extinguisher. And after I was done with that, I sprayed it AGAIN to make sure it was done with."
"So is that how it still is, to this day?"
"As far as I know." It was a deliberate lie. The audience cheered. The host signaled to backstage.
"Well, that's what you all think. But guess who-or rather, what-is backstage for the show this afternoon." The monster, in its six-foot tall, green and gooey glory slid out from backstage and let out a sort of low- pitched booming roar. The audience reacted immediately, and the monster appeared hurt.
Azimel slid over. "So, you were stalking these three-amongst others- in that high school that fateful afternoon?"
It appeared to nod. "So, why did you do choose to do this?"
It shrugged. "Didn't know what exactly to do, huh? Well, let's go to our audience and hear some reactions. Any volun-wow, I guess so. You there, What's your name?"
"I'm Natalie, and I think it's shameful that this monster would do something to hurt someone else-they didn't do nothing to him! Saying it didn't know what to do is a weak excuse."
More cheers, and one more member of the audience was interviewed. "I'm Horace, and this is a question for Dorothy-how did you know that the monster was going to attack you? Maybe it was following you around in the way that you were trying to figure out what it was."
"Hey," said Dorothy. "I ******' tried to defend myself from a.thing, and I don't see how you would react any other way."
The microphone was passed. "I'm Mike. Horace-I bet if you found that thing in your back yard, I'll bet you would have gone inside to get your golf clubs to beat the s**t out of it."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
All hell broke loose. The monster got up into the audience to attack Mike and Natalie. Dorothy, Relena and Duo all jumped after it. Chairs were thrown and Azimel was in the middle, trying to referee the fight from the middle. For the next minute, the cameras were rolling as a massive brawl ensued, with the monster sliming as many people as it could.
Azimel stopped being the ref and turned to the camera. "Don't touch that dial, we will be right back on "Azimel's Hour."
The cameras never turned back on at the set.
"Well." Relena was pulled out by producers in time. "Not even Azimel could solve our problem."
"Yeah," said Duo. "And now she's dead."
Traize was rubbing his head at this news. "I guess we have underestimated our monster. There is only one thing to do now."
"Traize, don't do anything that could get you killed." Dorothy looked at the former Specials leader. "Oh.no. Don't. Remember what happened when you tried this against Wufei?"
"I must, Dorothy. I have to sharpen my sword and refill my fire extinguisher. I must go against this monster.before it picks off more talk show hosts."
Author's Notes: Sorry it's been so long since the last chapter, here. ( I expected to finish this up about two weeks ago, but I went on vacation and then I started a different story, called "The New Betrayal." It is taking top priority here at Daniel Otono Inc., so check that out and maybe you shouldn't expect the next-but last-chapter for a week or longer.
Have a nice summer, and please review.