Alright so school is just getting out and life is more confusing that whateve metaphor I would have thought of to finish the scentece. I wanted to get the new chapter to you guys quick so it is unfortunately Un-beta-read... also because I haven't heard from Elliptical in like a month... ANYWAYS, here you go.
The door banged open, casting a solitary beam of light into the next room, which was solid blackness. Phineas' eyes scanned the room nervously, not daring to take a step into another trap. The silence was deadening, nothing could be heard save more a small mechanical whirring. Isabella and Phineas locked eyes before giving the order to hit the deck, both of them were aware of what was about to happen. Baljeet and Buford dove for the deck, but Irving failed to respond in time before a blinding blue-white light knifed its way through the room, freezing the nerd in his tracks.
"Irving, get down!" Phineas repeated, his eyes snapped shut, tugging tightly on Irving shirt. A chilling, mechanical chattering aroused fear in Phineas, and he felt a cold steel claw aimlessly brushing him aside. The Seamstress began threading its snare through Irving, not binding him but transforming Irving into a mindless puppet. As the lights faded from the eyes of the Seamstress, Irving's eyes shone a crimson red.
"They're getting more cunning," Phineas groaned into the dark, with the faintest glow coming from Irving's eyes. Suddenly, like two searchlights, the eyes fixed onto Phineas with a quick jerk of Irving's head.
In a chilling mechanical voice Irving spoke, "Target Identified." The eyes began drifting closer to a terrified Phineas, who turned and fled. Pulse increasing, Phineas tripped over a spindly limb. The Seamstress was all around him, and limbs began not to wrap Phineas up, but to beat him senseless. Three claws snatched Phineas' arms and one of his legs. A hooked appendage raised his head and a large pair of shining scissors dove for Phineas' throat.
Sub-machine gun fire blasted from points around the room. Isabella and Buford laid fire furiously toward the mechanical beast. A bloodcurdling scream rang through the room as the face and eyes of the Seamstress were shattered instantly, and in something resembling pain it threw Phineas aside and clung its limbs to its face. Irving's eyes flickered and he gasped.
"Phineas…" Phineas looked into his distressed ally's eyes. "Grenade…" Apprehensively, Phineas handed Irving the last of his grenades. As the Seamstress thrashed and wailed, Irving stood firmly in his path. "You will haunt this world no longer," Irving yelled, and pulled the pin. In slow motion Phineas, Buford, Isabella, and Baljeet looked in paralyzing shock as Irving stepped into the heart of the monster.
"NO!" Phineas shouted, running forward too late as an explosion shattered the room, spraying bits of the machine and the unfortunate Irving flying in a ball of fire. The room stood in silence as a few lights flickered on, and the sound of the explosion reverberated in the chamber. A screen at the top flashed open and D-Major Monogram appeared, clapping non-enthusiastically at the small group.
"Very good, very good. You've defeated my best guards, machines, and clones, all in the sake of this wretched creature that is… Ferb," a trapdoor in the top of the ceiling snapped open and Ferb plummeted out, unconscious. "However, there is another friend I'd like you to meet, in fact, two of them." Another door in the far side of the room whooshed open, and to the horror of the gang stepped out D- Isabella and Phineas' Zombiefacation Ray.
"Now then," D-Isabella said confidently, quickly activating the ray, "This here is a little souvenir from my time in your dimension. I believe it does… this!" A green bolt of energy rocketed across the room and hit the unconscious form of Ferb. Within moments he rose into the fully Zombiefied version Phineas remembered from earlier. D-Isabella gave a truly evil laugh before saying in barely a whisper, "Sick 'em."
Phineas raised his submachine-gun and said, "Ferb, I'm warning you, not a step closer." The Zombiefied Ferb staggered around, clutching its head and unleashing a guttural shrieking noise. Its will couldn't decided whose orders to follow.
"While he works it out," D-Isabella said, assuming a fighting stance, "I can take you all on by myself." She lunged at the gang, quickly hitting Baljeet's major pressure points and rendering him limp.
"Gah, what?" Buford shouted, aiming a brute force punch against D-Isabella, whose agility proved an ally as she leaped over him.
"Come on now people," she mocked, sideswiping Buford's legs from under him and twirling to engage Isabella in a one-on-one duel while Phineas ran to reason with the zombie Ferb.
"We meet again," D-Isabella taunted, circling around Isabella. There was a split second in which each one of them froze, and then they attacked simultaneously. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh reverted constantly as D-Isabella and Isabella fought to a standstill using varied Martial Arts moves, even in both skill and agility. The difference was endurance; Isabella had been fighting most of the past two days, and was nearing exhaustion. She blocked three more punches, jumped over a kick, had her own chop blocked and then was nailed in the stomach by a swift blow. Three more followed on the leg, neck, and head, before Isabella was grabbed and thrown across the room.
"ENOUGH!" A bloodcurdling cry echoed throughout the room as Zombie Ferb snapped to his senses. He smacked his brother away and grabbed Phineas' submachine gun. He reverted to normal within seconds and his eyes gleamed with a rage that scared everyone. He slowly pulled the bolt backwards and snapped the trigger.
Nothing but the sound of submachine gun fire filled the chamber as Ferb pumped round after round into D-Isabella, who took the first several standing before being blasted back, bullets flying all around her now lifeless form. When the submachine gun finally ran out of ammunition, Ferb reached for another clip, tears streaming down his bruised and charred face. Phineas reached out a caring hand and stopped him, before pulling his stepbrother into a tight hug. Baljeet, Buford and Isabella joined in.
"It's good to have you back, we missed you so much," Phineas chocked out, before being stopped by a chilling noise. It was a cold, sinister, cackling laugh, coming from the view screen of D-Major Monogram.
"Very good everyone, I'm sure you're proud," he mocked.
"Proud, you put us through this and you thing we're PROUD?" Phineas snapped back.
"Very much so, however there is one final test you have to do."
"And what is that, Major?" Baljeet asked, saluting mockingly.
The major lifted a revolver to his head before saying, "Get out alive. All machines, TO THE ATTACK!" With a sharp crack the gun went off and the view screen went still. Phineas, Ferb, Baljeet, and Buford gave each other a look of panic before all the doors snapped open, revealing hordes of the machine soldiers. For what he hoped would be the last time, Phineas pulled the bolt on his submachine gun, and ordered the attack.
Next Chapter: THE ESCAPE! Things are heating up in the Sixth Dimension.