WHY YOU GUYS NO ENTER MY CONTEST?! Only two people entered. And, nobody has answered my Danny Phantom poll. This makes me sad , you guys. Seriously. B(. Can you guys not do these two simple things? Please? Details for the contest are at the bottom of Chapter 9. The poll is on my profile. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I don't think they'd let a 7th grader who thinks that one of the main characters is sexy (Leo, a.k.a. Jack, duh. You know it's true.) would be allowed to own the TV. If they are, though, feel free to let me know.
Eddie's POV
We're dressed up in black outfits. "It'll help with the camouflage," Jerry had insisted about an hour ago. Well, now that we're at the Black Dragons dojo in the middle of the night, it made sense. Our supplies? Flashlights, walkie talkies, Jerry's lock-picking kit, and two small hammers.
"Okay, that's the last person. You guys ready?" Kim whispers. We nod. She smiles, putting one fist in her other hand. "Wasabi!"
"Wasabi!" we whisper yell.
The plan commences.
We each have our individual roles. Milton's job is to sneak in first and disconnect all the security feeds in the dojo, so that Joan won't see us sneaking around. Once he's done, he'll inform us via walkie-talkie.
Next, we'll break in using Jerry's lock picking kit. I'll stand guard at the front door while he and Kim go inside and find the two secret rooms. In case Joan comes, I have some normal clothes on under these. I can tear the black ones off really quickly and come up with an excuse about being locked into the mall.
Okay, I know what you're thinking; oh, standing guard is so boring.
Well, you're right. But every single time in the movies, it goes like this:
Somebody gets assigned as the guard.
The person is alert for about five minutes, before they get bored.
They'll slack off and not see the bad guy coming until the last second, or until they get caught.
Oh, yeah. I'm not gonna be like those people. I'm gonna sit at that door and watch like my life depended on it!
Kim's POV
Milton goes inside. Minutes later, he gives us the okay over the walkie talkies. "Good luck, you guys," he says as Jerry picks at the lock.
"Thanks, man," Jerry says. I stay silent, drinking in the importance of our mission. If we get caught, it's game over. The door swings open. Jerry smirks. "Works every time."
I roll my eyes and walk in past him. "Okay, Jerry. Remember; you're going for the room near the locker rooms. I'm looking for the one in the hallway." He nods. We head towards the door that leads to the hallway. He quickly picks that lock and opens the door. We walk into the hallway and turn a corner.
This is where I was assigned.
"Good luck, Kim," Jerry says, as he continues on.
"Same to you, Jerry," I reply. He opens the door to one of the locker rooms and goes inside.
"Wait a minute…" I murmur, as I squint at the door he just disappeared into. "Is that…?"
It is.
The girls' locker room.
'Well then' I think, amused. 'Hopefully he won't see anything that will scar him for life. Heh. He'll probably enjoy it.'
With that, I turn to the wall and take my small hammer out of my pocket. I start to tap the wall and listen for a hollow sound.
Jerry's POV
(takes place during Kim's POV, what you just read)
JACKPOT!
The locker room that I have to go through is the girls' locker room!
I look around. It looks exactly like a regular locker room. 'Not cool, man' I think. Grumbling to myself about how unfair this is, I walk over to the wall that Milton told me about. I take a small hammer out of my pocket and start tapping. Seconds later, a portion of the wall directly next to me opens up. A really cute girl that looks strangely like Jack walks out.
"Hmm… Milton never mentioned babes coming out of the wall," I say to myself.
"And you are?" she says, raising an eyebrow.
"The best thing that ever happened to you. A.K.A., Jerry. What'd it do, girl?" I flash her a dazzling smile. She rolls her eyes.
"Oh. You're one of Jack's friends. Hmm. Figures you guys would try to rescue him at some point." I feel my smile disappear.
"Aww. You're a bad guy? That sucks," I whine as she stalks toward me. I get into a defensive stance. "Well, you're going down. Or, you can join the good side and be my girl? Eh? Eh?" She tries to kick my head, and I duck out of the way. "Huh. Guess not."
Jack's POV
'I hate Kiara.'
'No, I don't.'
'Yes, I do.'
'NO, I DON'T! ARGH, SHUT UP!'
'Wow, Jack. You've finally gone nuts, arguing with yourself about whether you hate your sister or not.'
This is how the past half hour had pretty much gone. 'I don't hate her' I repeat to myself again, as I force my tear-stained face to look up at the remains of my necklace where they lay on the floor.
You see, after Kiara had caught me with my phone, she claimed that I needed 'punishment'.
"Kiara. I know what you're thinking. Don't do it."
"But little Jackrabbit deserves his punishment," she said. She toyed with my necklace, and I winced as she yanked it off my neck in one swift motion.
"Kiara. I'm begging you. I never beg. Do whatever you want to me but please… just leave my necklace alone."
"Hmm…" she said, as she picked up my phone. "This is one of those iPhones, right?"
I didn't answer.
"How about I text whoever you were texting and tell them that they should come right now?"
My eyes widened. Letting her do that was the same as giving Kim her death sentence. "No…"
"Then you have a choice, Jackrabbit. The necklace, or your friend." I sighed.
"… friend," I whispered. She grinned manically and threw the necklace against the ground. The mood bead stayed intact, but the flashdrive breaks into four pieces. I held back a sob.
That necklace was the last thing my dad gave me before he died.
I sigh, another tear making its way down my cheek. 'At least the others are safe' I think, grateful that Kiara hadn't read the texts between Kim and I and found out that they were coming tonight.
Suddenly, a small tapping sound reaches my ears.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
It seemed to be traveling along the wall. I have no idea what it could possibly be, but I'm smart enough to figure out that the door will open soon. I take a few deep breaths to calm down and bow my head so that my hair hides my expression. I feel my fists tighten angrily behind my back as I hear the familiar sound of that section of the wall sliding up.
"Before you say anything," I start, feeling that it's Kiara because of the feminine shoes that stand at the doorway. "I just wanna say that you can do your worst, but I'm won't stop trying to get my sister back."
"Jack?"
My head snaps up at the sound of Kim's voice. "Kim!"
She comes over and unties me. "Since when do you have a sister?"
"Aww, you didn't even tell your friends about me?" we hear a sickly-sweet voice ask from the doorway. We look up to see Kiara drop an unconscious Jerry onto the floor next to her. "Why? Were you too ashamed that you couldn't keep Ty from kidnapping me?"
I try to stand up, but my legs give out on me. Kim helps me up. "Kiara, I once again state that we were only TWO."
She shakes her head. "And even after your punishment earlier! When will you learn?"
"Learn what? Learn that I should stop trying to get my sister back? Because if that's the case, then I will NEVER learn!"
She stands there in shock. "You… mean that?" she whispers after a while. I smile.
"Yeah. I do." I step forward, holding my hand out to her. "Come on, Kiara. We can go home. Together." She tentatively starts to reach forward, but then the crackling sound of a walkie talkie interrupts the silence.
"Kim! Joan is coming, and Ty is with her!" Eddie's voice is heard coming from Kim's waist.
"Crap!" she hisses. "Commence Distraction plan A!"
"I already did!"
"Wha—? I'm not even gonna ask. Let's get out of here!"
"Let's get out of where?" Jerry says, suddenly waking up.
"Get up! We have to leave!" Kim orders, pulling him up. I glance at Kiara worriedly. The hardened glint had returned to her eyes, and I don't think she was convinced. But she followed us anyway.
We rush to the hallway and peek around the corner. Eddie is talking to Ty and Joan. Ty walks into the dojo. Eddie stays outside, but he worriedly glances back at the dojo every few seconds. Ty comes toward the hallway door. He scowls for a second before disappearing off to the right, probably going into his office. Joan walks away, and Eddie lets out what looks like a breath of relief. He turns around and looks through the glass doors curiously.
"Looks like the coast is clear," I whisper to the others. We run down the hallway and out the hallway door.
"Where did Ty go?" Milton asks.
"I think he just went into his office," I reply. His eyes widen.
"Ty's office is connected to the—!"
"Well, well, well, look what we have here!" We turn around to see Ty…
…with a gun.
"—hallway," Milton finishes dejectedly.
"Run!" I say. We run out of the dojo with Ty on our heels.
"Hey guys, where you going?" Eddie asks. He turns and sees the enraged sensei that is pursuing us.
"Oh, got it. Ty with a gun. Running!" He falls in step beside us as Kim calls the police.
We run through the mall, jumping over chairs and avoiding everything in the way.
"There's the exit!" Jerry says. But the gate is closed.
"Crap! I forgot to open the exit gate!" Milton says frantically.
"You've got nowhere to hide, kids," Ty says evilly. We turn around and see him stalking towards us just as the sound of police sirens begins in the distance. He makes eye contact with each of us, raising an eyebrow. "And where is Kiara?" I look around. No one even noticed she disappeared.
"HA!" Kiara's voice suddenly says. She appears behind Ty and kicks him, catching the gun as it flies out of his hand.
"Great job, sis!" I say, stepping toward her.
"Don't move!" she cries, holding the gun with both hands and aiming it at me. I freeze.
"Nice move, Kiara," Ty says, for some reason staying in his position on the ground. "Now give me the gun."
"You stay where you are, too!" she says, aiming it at him.
"Kiara. What are you doing?" I say slowly. The gun points at me again, wavering because of the shaking hands wielding it.
"Shut up! All of you have just been trying to mess with my head! I don't even know who to trust anymore!" As she speaks, tears leak out of her crazed eyes and run down her cheeks. "Why shouldn't I just kill you all off right now?!"
"Because you wouldn't shoot me, Kiara," I say quietly. I take another step toward her.
"Stay where you are!" I ignore her, taking another step forward.
"Kiara. You can trust me. I promise."
"Stop!" I know I'm risking my life here, but I ignore her again.
"Don't listen to him Kiara!" Ty calls from where he fell on the floor. Kiara and I look over at him. Jerry kicks him in the head, effectively knocking him out.
The police arrive, seeming to be unsure about how to get into the mall. Kim quietly explains what's going on as I turn my attention back to Kiara, taking yet another step forward. "I'll shoot you! I swear it!"
"No, you won't."
The gun goes off with a bang. Kim and the others (minus the police) gasp, but I don't even flinch as the bullet whizzes past my head and hits the wall behind me.
"You didn't even flinch," Kiara whispers.
"Exactly. Because I know you wouldn't shoot me. I trust you, Kiara." I hold my hand out. "Now it's your turn."
She stares at me for the longest time, but she finally lowers the gun and puts it in my hand. I smile as she rushes into my arms and starts sobbing.
"Shhhhh… it's okay," I whisper into her ear.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry…" she repeats, over and over again. I let her go.
"It's fine, Kiara." The police finally get into the mall, just as Ty wakes up. "Gah… what's going on?" he asks, as two officers pick him up and handcuff him. "Oh." He suddenly smirks, saying something into one of the officers' ears. After a moment's hesitation, the officer nods, and they lead Ty over to where Kiara and I are standing.
"Jack, I just wanted to ask you something," he says upon arriving in front of us. I narrow my eyes at him, handing the gun to a nearby officer.
"WHAT could you possibly want to ask me?" I growl.
"Ever heard of a multiholeular (A/N: I just made it up, I have no idea if it's real) dagger?"
"No," I say suspiciously. He makes eye contact with Kiara, and I see him fumbling with something behind his back.
"Well…" Within five seconds, he's kicked the two police officers down. He flips his hands over his head, and I spot a dagger in one of them. He lunges forward and moves to stab Kiara in the gut…
…but hits me instead. His face registers surprise at my noble action, but then he smirks again. "Multiholeular daggers were created in ancient China. The blade is riddled with millions of microscopic holes. The hilt of the dagger is hollow. In this hollow tube, you can pour in a poison. When you press a button, the poison empties out through the holes. Perfect for an assassination, or—"
He presses a purple button on the dagger, then yanks it out of my body. I fall to the ground while Kiara watches on in shock. "—getting rid of the son of the woman of my dreams!" He starts laughing evilly as the policemen he knocked over get up again. They grab him roughly and take him away, one of them radioing in for an ambulance.
I scoot back to where I'm leaning against the wall of a nearby store, clutching at my stomach. Kiara finally snaps out of it and kneels down next to me. "Jack… you saved me…"
I smile weakly. "Well duh. I was just reunited with my long lost sister three days ago. I'm not gonna lose her again just 'cause some psycho decided to stab her in the stomach." She smiles back at me, tears flowing down her cheeks.
"Oh my god!" I suddenly hear Kim's voice say. She appears behind Kiara. "What happened?"
"Ty stabbed him in the stomach with a dagger that was filled with poison," Kiara whispers, standing up and letting Kim take her place.
"Oh my god," Kim repeats, starting to cry. She pushes down on my injury, probably trying to apply pressure to it.
"Kim…" She looks up at my face with tear-filled brown eyes. I weakly lift up my non-broken, also non-bloody hand and cup her cheek. That poison is already taking its effect on me. "Smile for me. Please."
Kim's POV
"Smile for me. Please."
I can't believe what he's asking me to do. Smile? When he's sitting here in front of me, dying?!
More tears stream down my face. Behind me, I hear Milton, Jerry, and Eddie's voices.
"What happened?" Eddie whispers.
"I'm not sure. But let them have their moment," Milton replies somberly. Their footsteps fade away.
"Jack, I... why do you want me to?"
"When I was sitting in that dark room all by myself the only thing that kept me going was the thought that I would be able to see you smile one last time..."
"I'm sorry... I can't. I can't do it."
"Hmm…" He coughs, but then puts on a thoughtful expression. "I sent an angel to look over you at night. The angel came back a minute later and I asked it why. It told me, 'Angels don't watch other angels.'"
I smile despite myself. "Aww, that's so sweet." Jack beams, but then coughs again. I frown nervously; the ambulance that the policeman radioed in for hasn't arrived yet. What can I do to help Jack until then? Well, I have to keep him awake. I know that much.
"Jack, just keep talking to me. You have to stay awake." He nods slowly.
"Oh, wait!" I reach into my pocket and take out Jack's necklace. I leave the broken flashdrive in my pocket, because I know Jack wouldn't want the to pieces to get lost. The mood bead turns purple as soon as my hand touches it. I stare at it a little bit, then hand it to him; it stays a deep purple. He chuckles weakly. "You realize what purple means, right?" he asks, looking at me through half-lidded eyes.
"What?"
"Love…" His eyes slide closed. It takes me a second to process what he said. It takes another minute to process what just happened.
"Jack… Jack! No! Wake up! JACK, WAKE UP!" I start sobbing hysterically, and by that time the paramedics had gotten here. 'COME HERE A LITTLE LATER, WHY DON'T YA?!' I yell at them in my head, due to the fact that I'm crying too hard aloud too even get a word out.
Two of them come over and put Jack's limp body on a stretcher. "JACK!" I scream, as they carry him away. His necklace slips out of his hand. I pick it up and follow them, but one of the male paramedics stop me.
"Are you family?" he asks.
"No," A voice says behind me. I turn around and see Kiara. "I am. But I think she'll go nuts if you don't let her come with. Plus, she's a black belt in karate." I beam at her, and she smiles shyly in response.
"Fine," the paramedic says. "We don't have any time to lose." We follow him into the back of the ambulance. To my surprise, it's actually quite roomy. The paramedic hooks Jack (who is now on a gurney) up to a heart monitor and checks his vitals.
"Does he have any other injuries?" the paramedic asks, lifting Jack's shirt up and pressing down on Jack's stab-wound. I gasp at the numerous bruises that litter his chest and stomach, but Kiara just grimly says,
"He broke his wrist on Sunday. The cast was torn off on Monday. It might have been broken again, and if it did then it most likely didn't start to re-heal right. I think you also may need to know that the knife he was stabbed with was filled with poison."
The paramedic nods. "Thanks. That'll help a lot. Do you know what kind of…?"
I don't even hear the rest of their conversation as I stare at Jack. 'Just when we think you're safe' I think. I reach up and run my hand through his soft hair, just like I did on that Saturday morning at the dojo. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was sleeping because of that tranquil expression on his face. My mind wanders elsewhere.
'Love…'
Does that mean he loves me? But mood-whatevers are usually fake, aren't they? I take out the necklace in question. 'Mysterious yet secretive… just like Jack.' I smile at the comparison, then shove the necklace back in my pocket.
We arrive at the hospital ten minutes later. The driver gets out and opens the back door of the ambulance. Together, he and the paramedic sitting with us lift Jack and his gurney out of the ambulance. They rush him into the hospital. We follow, but on of the doctors inside don't let us go past the ICU doors.
"I'm sorry, but you two have to stay in the waiting room," she says apologetically. Kiara sighs and nods. Together, we head off the waiting room.
Wow. Jack got hurt again, this time to protect his sister. Will things end well for him? Find out next time on,
Missing Him!
-BP
