Chpt. 10
"And number 26, Zack Terrance, dribbles to the basket…" the announcer loudly yelled, as Zack was nearing the basket and scored another shot!
Wow, He's really good at basketball. "Go Zack!" I cheered. Half time came and I went to congratulate him on his great job. "Hi Zack." I waved.
"Hey." he smiled.
"Great job. You are doing awesome so far."
"Thanks, I hope you're enjoying the game." he replied. The bell then rang ending the break. "Well, I got to go." he said jogging out into the court. I took my seat on the bleachers and watched the game begin. Zack looked as if he was doing everything fine, when he suddenly stopped in the middle of the court and fell shaking.
"Help me! I'm going to fall!" he screamed. He kept repeating the sentence. He almost looked like he was about to cry. The game was put on a time out and someone called 911. An ambulance rushed on scene. Zack was put on a stretcher and carried off of the court. I changed into my Theresa E. Jenkins gear again and went to the hospital. I brought along the antidote in my bag, in case something like this would happen. Luckily Batman taught me how to inject it properly. I snuck into his room, and he was still repeating his sentence this time in a mumble instead of a yell. He was also breathing rapidly. I put the needle into his arm and ejected the antidote. His breathing seemed to be going back to normal and his mumbling quietly ceased. I saw a shadow come up behind me, and a gut feeling told me it was Batman. As I turned around I learned that my gut was wrong as the oh so perfect (Sarcasm!) Jhonny Mc Donald was standing behind me.
"What do you want?" I said annoyed with him.
"I'm here to see if the Basket Ball player is alright." he replied.
"Well he's fine. I gave him the antidote so just bug off." I said. What am I doing! Usually I would say that in my mind.
"How do you have the antidote?" he question.
Like that is any of his business! "I have my resources." I replied. "Now if you excuse me." I said heading for the door. I didn't feel like talking to him. Heck! I never feel like talking to him. The only thing I gained from that conversation was learning that Zack isn't Jhonny McDonald. Leaving me with zero leads. I hate Jhonny so much. He's like some annoying little brother who won't leave you alone. I hopped on my motorcycle and drove off to the Bat cave.