And now for the next chapter!
Puggsy: Tracker, your husband had better be enjoying this… T_T
Me: …how do you keep getting into my author's notes?
Puggsy: I don't know… where do you get all these hair-brained schemes to harassify me?
Me: They just come to me. Now get back in the story- keep in mind, this is for a man in the hospital!
Puggsy: *grumbles* …last time I do any charity work…
*Chapter 21*
~Confound it, where's the comedy?!~
Twiggy walked along, scratching his head (which, for some reason, itched like the dickens), when he noticed Brielle sitting on the arched-over tree by the lake, looking crushed. "Alright, what did Puggsy do now?" he demanded. "Whatever he did to make you cry, I swear I'm gonna-"
"Puggsy didn't do anything," Brielle replied, rather coldly.
"Oh. …Really?"
"No… I just had a major meltdown with the others. I'm sick of all the pranks, all the tormenting, all the antics we've put him through and… it's just getting to be too much."
He nodded. "Well, he hasn't really done anything to deserve anything, so I guess everything's at a cease-fire, right?"
She scoffed. "Wrong. Everyone wants to get back at him for his remark about comparing me to Vincent last night… when I had already put him through enough."
"You didn't do much. You assisted in a few pranks, taught Fangs judo, but nothing-"
"I still got caught up in all of it, though! I didn't realize I was hurting him until he actually told me… now, rather than making him angry or turn a new leaf, I've only made him depressed, and it's going to take more than a simple apology to work things out."
Twiggy sat there quietly for a moment. "Well… if you apologized, that's a start. There's still some ways you can make it up to him,"
"Yeah but it's going to be complicated…" she sighed, shaking her head. "Everything in my life is complicated. I find a man who takes me in after losing my family, and he turns out to be a psycho; once I get away from him I finally manage to find a group of friends who I can trust, but I only bring trouble upon them; I find a good boyfriend, but our relationship is on the rocks every time one of us opens our mouth; and I find my long-lost brother, the only living member of our family who I know… but I can't tell anyone about you and you can't tell anyone about me, all because of the people who are after us."
He only sat there in silence.
"It's like our family is cursed or something, that we're to live our lives with unfortunate events, never getting a break… Now I know how Puggsy feels." she sighed, standing up and walking towards the house. "I'm going back in. Maybe some television can help clear my head."
"Okay. See ya." Once Brielle was a way's away, Twiggy slipped behind a tree…
Pulling off the blonde wig, revealing himself to be Chance!
"Brielle and Twiggy are siblings?" he gasped to himself, then ran to find the real Twiggy…
…Who was the 'Chance' who had eavesdropped on Biff and Puggsy's therapy session earlier that afternoon. "Geez, this thing is itchy." Twiggy muttered, pulling off his wig to scratch his head, then pulled it back on. "Why Chance talked me into switching places, I'll never know."
"Because he wanted to pull a prank to make Puggsy think he turned into a werewolf, remember?" Nightclaw answered in his mind. "I offered to bite him, but nooooo-"
Alright, alright, I get it! Might be a while, though, considering he hasn't done a thing to deserve it. Twiggy thought.
"Wow. …And to think, everyone thought the world was going to end last New Years Eve. Who would have known it would take an extra three months?"
Chance ran up to him just then. "Dude, you didn't tell me you and Brielle were-" he began to say, but paused.
"Were… what?" Twiggy asked, arching an eyebrow. Chance didn't say anything, his eyes a bit glazed. "Chance? Yoo-hoo… earth to pretty-boy…"
*thud*
Chance fell on the ground, a dart sticking out of his neck. "CHANCE! Oh my-"
*thunk!*
A dart hit Twiggy in the neck next, immediately knocking him out.
By this time, Biff was walking out, and when he saw the two boys passed out in the yard, he began running over. "Chance! Twiggy! Are you-" he began to say.
*thunk!*
…he hit the ground next.
Brielle was reaching the back porch, where Storm and Hunter were waiting for her. "Hey, girl, want to talk?" Hunter asked.
"Not right now." she replied, sighing. "I'm going to just try to relax and try to think straight…"
*thunk!*
Brielle paused, suddenly feeling numb, and collapsed. "That relaxed, she'll be thinking straight in a New York minute," Storm commented, then noticed the dart. "Oh crap-"
*thunk!*
*thunk!*
She and Hunter fell to the ground just then.
Kim was sitting at the table, reading the paper-
*thunk*
Martin was sitting in front of the television-
*thunk*
Toni, Claw, and Fangpuss were drawing up blueprints on their next prank-
*thunk thunk thunk*
Safe to say that, within that hour, everyone was hit with a dart and unconscious. Ryan and Cassandra looked around, seeing that everything was too quiet. "Something's wrong. We gotta get to the house, now!" Ryan said, and the two of them ran towards the house, bursting through the door-
*thunk thunk!*
Not noticing Vincent was waiting for them, tranquilizer gun in-hand. "That was easy. …Now just two more to go," he said, smirking as he looked out at the barn, taking aim at a certain lanky teen who was walking across the yard…
Ryan, still conscious enough, mustered up as much strength as he could and kicked Vincent in the shin, shocking the hunter and throwing his aim off, making the dart shoot out the window, an angle off from its target, soaring clear through the air…
Vincent growled. "That was my last one!" he grabbed Cassandra and Ryan, tying them up and throwing them downstairs with the others. "I'll deal with you later. Right now, I've got a date with two teenage boys…" (dear God in Heaven, someone help this man! Seriously, he actually used that line?! In a K+ story?! Oh, heck no, if there's proof that this man has been stalking these teenagers too long, that was it! Just cut to the author's note, before it goes any farther, please!)
A/N: The authoress paused, trying to come up with something witty to-
(dart shoots through window)
*thunk!*