High School from HELL
Daniel Ocean
Don't forget that all © warning are in effect. Because they are.
"Wow," said Hilde. "Two really is company. Better company than other kinds, it seems."
"You better shut up about this, Hilde." Dorothy got up from the place she had been lying. "I will get you the way I wanted to in seventh period."
"And you'll just lose another eyebrow."
"Okay. Now you will just simply GET IT!!!"
"Whoa, look out there." Duo tried to prevent a fight by getting in between them, but put too much weight on his bad foot and crumpled. On his back, he said, "He probably should not fight while this is homicidal maniac and maybe some horrible toxic and _slimy_ creature in here. He gotta get some of that slime and test it-we can do that in the computer lab-and find everyone."
Everyone was silent. "Maxwell," said Wufei at last. "You're actually being sensible for once. Wow. This is a first for you here."
"Can we go, too?"
Quatre peeked out tentatively at the group. Trowa crawled out of his hiding place and simply stood with the others. "It's good to be with others at a time like this."
"It would be fine to have Trowa here," said Dorothy. She looked down at Quatre. "You need to have some dignity, man. Fine, you can come as well. All right, I guess that is everyone with us other than Suicide Boy and the Blonde Bumbler, so I guess we're fine." She swallowed. "Okay, off to the computer lab."
Nobody moved. "All right, up to the second floor we shall go." Dorothy went on. "Up the stairs and across dark halls to a room that is always dimly lit and full of plenty of large objects to duck behind. So, is anyone nervous?"
Instead of replying, everyone grouped a little closer together, and began to walk back up. And then they tripped as a group.
"Wow, we're going to do everything as a group," said Trowa.
"Just get off of everyone, everyone, and let's just go. He can't get all of us!"
"Unless he has gallons of that toxic goo," said Duo. "Then he could just get all of us at once."
"Shut the hell up, Maxwell."
In the Global studies room Relena and Heero were stuck together in a corner, with a yardstick in each of their hands, with the turbo-charged thinking of two people trying to fight off death. "Heero," said Relena, "just in case we die here, I want to say something to you before we are gone."
"For Christ's sake, don't say anything like that." It was the last thing he would admit, but the Perfect Soldier was starting to feel something completely new to him.
Fear.
"Listen, Heero." Relena breathed in deeply. "I love you sooooo much, and I never meant to stalk you off the face of the Earth and then across much of space before I was done."
"It's okay, Relena. I got really used to it after a while. I was almost looking forward to you running in at the wrong time and the plan we had collapse and for us to fall ass-back into a lucky win because OZ never expected you."
"That means a lot."
"Well, there you go."
The door creaked open, then it appeared to close again. Heero peaked out a little bit, then withdrew. "I got to go fight off a serial killer. Stay here until I have the opportunity to fall ass-back into another victory as soon as you pop up, okay?"
"You got it."
Heero got up, and armed with only his yardstick, went off across the room. He realized how easily it was to hide in a classroom, as anyone could just crouch down and be completely be covered by desks blocking the view.
"Who is there?" he asked with his steely voice.
No answer, except for Relena saying, "Yeah, it's me, Heero, the stalker. Come over here with your yardstick so I can lop your head off."
"Don't come out until.you know." Heero turned back to where he thought the killer was and started to walk closer, until a tiny bit of him could be visible. He appeared to be wearing dark robes. "I'm warning you." Heero came in closer.
The killer got up and looked at him straight in the eye.
Relena gasped and got up. "Fall back into that win, Heero!" she screamed, waving her arms. "Fall ass-back into the win!"
"Give me some wire, please," said Trowa.
The others had made it up to the computer labs without any fatalities or deportations, a major achievement in itself. They had made it onto Majortoxicchemicals.com, and were trying to get an idea of what the mystery slime was, from the small amount that was on Duo's shoe.
"What do you need it for?" Hilde had gotten some from the supply closet next to the lab.
Trowa got under the large table where a dozen Macs sat, and stuck one end of the double wire in the emergency outlet, where the Mac Trowa was on was plugged in. He got back up and stuck the other end into the goo on the shoe. "Don't worry, Duo, this is the last test. You'll get your sneaker back out after this. It's just an electricity test."
As soon as the wire was stuck in, the goo glowed a brilliant green color, bright enough to made leaves pale in comparison. Everyone ooohed and aaahed, until the shoe began to overheat and melt. The rubber on the bottom began to give off fumes.
"Okay, I'll call that 'fluorescent.'" Trowa typed in the last of the information into the computer, and after a couple of minutes, their results were in. The master printer automatically turned itself on via emergency power and asked if Trowa wanted the results printed.
"I love the future," he said, as he clicked yes. The printed hummed and spat out two freshly printed pages out. Dorothy looked at them and rose her last remaining eyebrow.
"What is it?"
"Wow is this thing toxic.arsenic with some ammonia and chloride mixed in for good measure. More nasty chemicals then in a public service commercial.
Silence.
"Whee," said Duo. "Doctor of Death is toxic, too." After a moment, "He's a double threat. Man, I'm starting to really _envy_ this guy."
Daniel Ocean
Don't forget that all © warning are in effect. Because they are.
"Wow," said Hilde. "Two really is company. Better company than other kinds, it seems."
"You better shut up about this, Hilde." Dorothy got up from the place she had been lying. "I will get you the way I wanted to in seventh period."
"And you'll just lose another eyebrow."
"Okay. Now you will just simply GET IT!!!"
"Whoa, look out there." Duo tried to prevent a fight by getting in between them, but put too much weight on his bad foot and crumpled. On his back, he said, "He probably should not fight while this is homicidal maniac and maybe some horrible toxic and _slimy_ creature in here. He gotta get some of that slime and test it-we can do that in the computer lab-and find everyone."
Everyone was silent. "Maxwell," said Wufei at last. "You're actually being sensible for once. Wow. This is a first for you here."
"Can we go, too?"
Quatre peeked out tentatively at the group. Trowa crawled out of his hiding place and simply stood with the others. "It's good to be with others at a time like this."
"It would be fine to have Trowa here," said Dorothy. She looked down at Quatre. "You need to have some dignity, man. Fine, you can come as well. All right, I guess that is everyone with us other than Suicide Boy and the Blonde Bumbler, so I guess we're fine." She swallowed. "Okay, off to the computer lab."
Nobody moved. "All right, up to the second floor we shall go." Dorothy went on. "Up the stairs and across dark halls to a room that is always dimly lit and full of plenty of large objects to duck behind. So, is anyone nervous?"
Instead of replying, everyone grouped a little closer together, and began to walk back up. And then they tripped as a group.
"Wow, we're going to do everything as a group," said Trowa.
"Just get off of everyone, everyone, and let's just go. He can't get all of us!"
"Unless he has gallons of that toxic goo," said Duo. "Then he could just get all of us at once."
"Shut the hell up, Maxwell."
In the Global studies room Relena and Heero were stuck together in a corner, with a yardstick in each of their hands, with the turbo-charged thinking of two people trying to fight off death. "Heero," said Relena, "just in case we die here, I want to say something to you before we are gone."
"For Christ's sake, don't say anything like that." It was the last thing he would admit, but the Perfect Soldier was starting to feel something completely new to him.
Fear.
"Listen, Heero." Relena breathed in deeply. "I love you sooooo much, and I never meant to stalk you off the face of the Earth and then across much of space before I was done."
"It's okay, Relena. I got really used to it after a while. I was almost looking forward to you running in at the wrong time and the plan we had collapse and for us to fall ass-back into a lucky win because OZ never expected you."
"That means a lot."
"Well, there you go."
The door creaked open, then it appeared to close again. Heero peaked out a little bit, then withdrew. "I got to go fight off a serial killer. Stay here until I have the opportunity to fall ass-back into another victory as soon as you pop up, okay?"
"You got it."
Heero got up, and armed with only his yardstick, went off across the room. He realized how easily it was to hide in a classroom, as anyone could just crouch down and be completely be covered by desks blocking the view.
"Who is there?" he asked with his steely voice.
No answer, except for Relena saying, "Yeah, it's me, Heero, the stalker. Come over here with your yardstick so I can lop your head off."
"Don't come out until.you know." Heero turned back to where he thought the killer was and started to walk closer, until a tiny bit of him could be visible. He appeared to be wearing dark robes. "I'm warning you." Heero came in closer.
The killer got up and looked at him straight in the eye.
Relena gasped and got up. "Fall back into that win, Heero!" she screamed, waving her arms. "Fall ass-back into the win!"
"Give me some wire, please," said Trowa.
The others had made it up to the computer labs without any fatalities or deportations, a major achievement in itself. They had made it onto Majortoxicchemicals.com, and were trying to get an idea of what the mystery slime was, from the small amount that was on Duo's shoe.
"What do you need it for?" Hilde had gotten some from the supply closet next to the lab.
Trowa got under the large table where a dozen Macs sat, and stuck one end of the double wire in the emergency outlet, where the Mac Trowa was on was plugged in. He got back up and stuck the other end into the goo on the shoe. "Don't worry, Duo, this is the last test. You'll get your sneaker back out after this. It's just an electricity test."
As soon as the wire was stuck in, the goo glowed a brilliant green color, bright enough to made leaves pale in comparison. Everyone ooohed and aaahed, until the shoe began to overheat and melt. The rubber on the bottom began to give off fumes.
"Okay, I'll call that 'fluorescent.'" Trowa typed in the last of the information into the computer, and after a couple of minutes, their results were in. The master printer automatically turned itself on via emergency power and asked if Trowa wanted the results printed.
"I love the future," he said, as he clicked yes. The printed hummed and spat out two freshly printed pages out. Dorothy looked at them and rose her last remaining eyebrow.
"What is it?"
"Wow is this thing toxic.arsenic with some ammonia and chloride mixed in for good measure. More nasty chemicals then in a public service commercial.
Silence.
"Whee," said Duo. "Doctor of Death is toxic, too." After a moment, "He's a double threat. Man, I'm starting to really _envy_ this guy."