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Halt at X
Serey-Sass
LostBluePhantom
the lazy gerikslover
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TheSeventhDeadlySin
Supergirrl
Nanotech
Evanesce
Erik's Muse
Pawfoot
Moriko Csove Doyle
Story time
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So, after all the fire trucks had left, there was a single wall left of the school. Our little freaks were standing around, waiting.
"Where did the random little kid I don't know go?" Erik asked, attempting to bang his shoes against the ground to rid them of the drying clay.
"Ze left," Carlotta mumbled, studying her fingernails.
"Why? It took so long for me to find him!" Maria groaned, slamming her stick into the ground. She was unhappy.
"Well, he wasn't a remake character. The people here cannot be people from a movie and/or television program that was not the newest remake, because this is a "movie-remake story"."
Everyone turned to stare at Firmin with wide, gaping jaws. He was…smart?
"For instance, if you wanted to use Damien, you would not be permitted to use the 1976 boy, but instead the remake The Omen: 666 Damien." He said this all simply, as if he was describing the weather.
Andre, Meg, Erik, Christine, Maria, and Raoul stared at him. Carlotta wasn't, because for some reason now she couldn't hear them.
"What drugs did you slip him?" Andre demanded, concerned that his "just friend" suddenly had an IQ that was over 100 points. Erik couldn't do anything. He didn't know that he'd become smart. Everyone was staring at Erik now.
"How did you get so-" Meg was cut off as she turned back to Firmin to see he was gone. In his place was a little boy with dark hair, darker eyes, and a non-smiling face.
Out of nowhere, there was a woman standing on that last wall of the school. She had what looked like a very long version of the punjab (to the children, at least) around her neck.
"It's all for you, Damien!"
Of the seven children still remaining, two slapped their foreheads (Andre, Maria), three shrieked and turned away (Christine, Meg, Raoul), one didn't look up from her fingernails (Carlotta), and one (Erik) sat beside the other little boy, cheering and eating popcorn as the woman jumped from the wall.
But, like I said before, I must keep this under PG-13. So, we're going to reverse time, because I don't think I'm allowed to have that random woman jump off the building.
"Damien, you for all it's!"
Neck her around (least at, children the to) punjab the of version long very a like looked what had she. School the of wall last that on standing woman a was there, nowhere of out.
Eventually people realized it was going to be very confusing to read everything backwards, so they just scrolled down until it ended….
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Nope, not yet.
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Or yet.
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Getting closer.
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…Our little freaks were standing around, waiting.
"Didn't that teacher tell us to go play or something?" Erik asked boredly, not really to anyone in particular. But someone still answered.
"Well, like, duh. Are you doing, like, deaf?" Raoul scoffed, gaining odd looks from everyone.
"He's gone valley fop," Meg whispered to Maria, who nodded.
"Hey, look, it's a playground!" Andre called happily, pointing towards something a couple yards away. The little ones all looked over at it to see…
…The Opera Popularie.
"What? I said it was his playground," Maria said, trying to act innocent. Everyone else groaned, now victims of a horrible pun.
But then the O.P. vanished, and a blacktop with a handful of neon red balls lined up on a white line going through the center of the blacktop. Maria instantly ran over to one and picked it up, tossing it into the air with one hand then catching it again, causing a thumping noise.
"We're gonna play dodgeball." Thump.
Everyone paled considerably, except for Christine (clueless), Firmin (who was somehow sedated again. Hmmm), and Carlotta, who was still looking at her fingernails like she couldn't hear them. Erik noticed this, and was annoyed. He whacked her on the back, and she looked up, clearly agitated. She pulled out earplugs, and snapped at him.
"Vut waz zat for?!"
"Why do you have earplugs in?" Erik responded.
"Becauze you all zoundz like dying toods getting hit by a zcreeching tire!" Carlotta growled, then put her earplugs back in.
Talk about irony.
"Didn't they make a movie out of a dodgeball game?" Andre asked Raoul quietly, watching Maria with fear. Thump.
"Yes." Thump.
"Was there a girl in it that was dangerously good?" Thump.
"Yes." Thump.
"We're screwed, aren't we?" Thump.
"Yes."
Then Maria started her massacre of red rubbery thunder. Screams erupted from the blacktop. In a matter of moments, Carlotta and Firmin had been knocked out by the attack. Meg had joined sides with Maria, and they were dominating. They decided to spare Christine, because she was too ditzy to do any harm. The males, being Andre, Raoul, and Erik, fought back dangerously.
In precisely twenty-three minutes, twenty-three seconds, and twenty-three milliseconds, it was down to two people: Meg and Erik. Meg had the advantage, because she had the only ball left (many burst), and Erik had tripped over a chinchilla wearing a collar.
Meg loomed over the doomed child, bordering crossing the forbidden white line. Erik looked up at her bravely.
"You wouldn't hit me with that," he baited.
"Why not?"
"Because…I am your father!"
Meg's eyebrows raised, and she gave him a disbelieving look. "That would only work if I was sixteen, and you were thirty-five."
Then she bonked him on the head with the dodgeball, and he fell backwards off his knees dramatically, his tongue falling out of the side of his mouth.
At that moment, a whistle sounded out. All eight children were magically cured of whatever happened to them, and all filed back inside. They knew that the school day was over, and the only thing standing between them and freedom was…the buses.
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A/N: One chapter left. Please review. It will make me happy.
Oh, P.S., I'm discreetly advertising the horror movie which is coming out soon; The Number 23. But you didn't know that.