High School From HELL
Daniel Ocean
Eleven chapters in, I'm sure you know the warning.
Traize suited up for his newest battle. He had almost lost his life against Wufei during the war, but he was able to return miraculously back to life, thanks to magical author powers. But if he lost this one, he might not be so lucky this time.
He sat on a bench, facing the wall, staring out in space. He snapped his fingers. "Suit now, please."
Quatre walked up to him, carrying a metallic-looking haz-mat suit, plus one helmet straight from the space program. "You know, Traize, you don't have to do this all. I mean, the fire extinguishers seem to work really well on it, and maybe we can just keep the thing frozen and not anger it..."
"Nonsense. I bugged you kids when it came. It must be after me and I refuse to let it terrorize the future."
"Uh, how do you know how it was going after you?"
There was a longish pause.
"Just give me the suit," said Traize. Quatre left it on the bench next to him in the dressing room and he got in it, still staring at the wall the way he was before.
As he was slipping his helmet on his head, Dorothy strolled on in. "Hey, Traize, I..." She walked over and stood next to him, staring at whatever he was looking at. "Anything interesting there, huh? Am I being left out of anything?"
"Haven't you ever seen a hero about to go off on his most important mission?"
"Are you trying to make up for the fact there's no camera to stare at anymore?"
Traize started staring at her. "You have anything else to say?"
"I can't remember it anymore, thanks to you."
"Get out of here."
The team moved on out of town, passed the suburbs, beyond all of the villages and hamlets all of the way to the boonies. A pair of unmarked whit vans went onto a country road and pulled into an empty lot. Actually, it was an empty lot, surrounded by empty lots, also surrounded by empty lots. The boonies had earned their name.
Out of one van Traize strode out, all suited up. Right behind him was Duo, with a stool and a bucket. "Okay, champ," he was saying, "you got to get out there to get an early first hand. Yeah, that's it. Get that monster good and get it hard. Then get it down for the count and he can shoot it off to space, yeah."
In the next van was the monster, caged. When it pulled up, Wufei got out of the driver' seat and opened up the back, for the monster to ooze into the ring. The Gundam returned inside, got a baseball bat and tried to poke on out. "C'mon, you stupid onna monster, go meet your maker." The bat kind of penetrated into the side of the monster, and it replied by roaring and throwing himself at Wufei. Pilot 05 jumped back, then into the driver's seat and hit the accelerator on the idling car. It flew forward and the monster tumbled out the back.
Traize approached. The monster sensed him and whipped out of his way. Traize already had out the extinguishers and was not afraid to use them.
The teens all had their faces pressed to the window, watching the fight eagerly. Until Wufei used his van to cut off their view.
"Wufei?"
"Yes, Relena?"
"MOVE IT!"
Wufei already had the key out of the ignition, so he needed a minute to clear the way. "Dammit, Wufei!" Dorothy could hear the sounds of a battle. She HAD to see it. She flew open the back door of the van and climbed onto the roof. Go, Traize-uh-oh."
He and the monster had grappled into a wrestling match, and the monster was projectile-sliming all over the place. One green clod nailed Dorothy in the stomach with enough force to knock her off the roof.
The crew got out. She held herself where she had been wounded, turned to the crowd, and whispered, "Tell Traize to get that monster, for me."
You could cut the drama with a knife. A rusty, dull butter knife.
"Dorothy!" Traize had seen all that had gone down, and pushed the monster harder. He got out one of the extinguishers and fired off a great shot of foam from close range. The monster, at this time, had grown more and more immune to the power of the extinguisher, though., and it attacked fiercely with slime.
Behind the van, the allies and their wounded comrade were exposed to attack. After standing and almost getting his head lopped off by one shot of slime, Quatre dove for the woods. "Panic! Panic! Run for cover, everyone!"
Everyone went after him. Dorothy laid there, thinking fuzzily from landing on her head, and could only get one coherent thought out, with all of the action around her.
"I need new friends."
Her eyes fluttered close.
"Huh?" Dorothy sat up. "What's with...with..." She still hadn't completely recovered.
All of them were gathered about her hospital bed, Traize especially worse for wear. "You know the end to all of these stories," said Trowa softly. "They have to end in a cliché, you know?" He paused. "O course, you did get a concussion, so we thought it would be a good idea to bring you over here as soon as the battle was over."
"What happened?"
"We had to burn all of our clothes and both of the vans."
"Yeah...who won?"
"Cliché story, Dorothy. Cliché."
"Oh. Way to go, Traize." She really had been affected by the fall. She rubbed the bump in the back of her head. "So. How did you do it?"
"It kind of dissolved under some chemical that Heero stuffed into one of the extinguishers."
"Oh." There was another long pause. "What are we going to do now?"
"Well," said Traize, "the monster probably has dripped into the ground water by now."
"We better move," said Hilde.
"Right. We better get you checked on out here, Dorothy. Before people start keeling over. Might as well go back to L2."
"Yes, that's perfect." Duo got up and began to strut around. "We're going to L2-ooh toniiight..."
That's it, folks! Thank you for reading. And thank you for reviewing in such a volume that you did (the first time around I had four, now I got 28). Review it one last time, and please check out "The New Betrayal" and other stories of mine. Thank you, my fans!
Daniel Ocean
Eleven chapters in, I'm sure you know the warning.
Traize suited up for his newest battle. He had almost lost his life against Wufei during the war, but he was able to return miraculously back to life, thanks to magical author powers. But if he lost this one, he might not be so lucky this time.
He sat on a bench, facing the wall, staring out in space. He snapped his fingers. "Suit now, please."
Quatre walked up to him, carrying a metallic-looking haz-mat suit, plus one helmet straight from the space program. "You know, Traize, you don't have to do this all. I mean, the fire extinguishers seem to work really well on it, and maybe we can just keep the thing frozen and not anger it..."
"Nonsense. I bugged you kids when it came. It must be after me and I refuse to let it terrorize the future."
"Uh, how do you know how it was going after you?"
There was a longish pause.
"Just give me the suit," said Traize. Quatre left it on the bench next to him in the dressing room and he got in it, still staring at the wall the way he was before.
As he was slipping his helmet on his head, Dorothy strolled on in. "Hey, Traize, I..." She walked over and stood next to him, staring at whatever he was looking at. "Anything interesting there, huh? Am I being left out of anything?"
"Haven't you ever seen a hero about to go off on his most important mission?"
"Are you trying to make up for the fact there's no camera to stare at anymore?"
Traize started staring at her. "You have anything else to say?"
"I can't remember it anymore, thanks to you."
"Get out of here."
The team moved on out of town, passed the suburbs, beyond all of the villages and hamlets all of the way to the boonies. A pair of unmarked whit vans went onto a country road and pulled into an empty lot. Actually, it was an empty lot, surrounded by empty lots, also surrounded by empty lots. The boonies had earned their name.
Out of one van Traize strode out, all suited up. Right behind him was Duo, with a stool and a bucket. "Okay, champ," he was saying, "you got to get out there to get an early first hand. Yeah, that's it. Get that monster good and get it hard. Then get it down for the count and he can shoot it off to space, yeah."
In the next van was the monster, caged. When it pulled up, Wufei got out of the driver' seat and opened up the back, for the monster to ooze into the ring. The Gundam returned inside, got a baseball bat and tried to poke on out. "C'mon, you stupid onna monster, go meet your maker." The bat kind of penetrated into the side of the monster, and it replied by roaring and throwing himself at Wufei. Pilot 05 jumped back, then into the driver's seat and hit the accelerator on the idling car. It flew forward and the monster tumbled out the back.
Traize approached. The monster sensed him and whipped out of his way. Traize already had out the extinguishers and was not afraid to use them.
The teens all had their faces pressed to the window, watching the fight eagerly. Until Wufei used his van to cut off their view.
"Wufei?"
"Yes, Relena?"
"MOVE IT!"
Wufei already had the key out of the ignition, so he needed a minute to clear the way. "Dammit, Wufei!" Dorothy could hear the sounds of a battle. She HAD to see it. She flew open the back door of the van and climbed onto the roof. Go, Traize-uh-oh."
He and the monster had grappled into a wrestling match, and the monster was projectile-sliming all over the place. One green clod nailed Dorothy in the stomach with enough force to knock her off the roof.
The crew got out. She held herself where she had been wounded, turned to the crowd, and whispered, "Tell Traize to get that monster, for me."
You could cut the drama with a knife. A rusty, dull butter knife.
"Dorothy!" Traize had seen all that had gone down, and pushed the monster harder. He got out one of the extinguishers and fired off a great shot of foam from close range. The monster, at this time, had grown more and more immune to the power of the extinguisher, though., and it attacked fiercely with slime.
Behind the van, the allies and their wounded comrade were exposed to attack. After standing and almost getting his head lopped off by one shot of slime, Quatre dove for the woods. "Panic! Panic! Run for cover, everyone!"
Everyone went after him. Dorothy laid there, thinking fuzzily from landing on her head, and could only get one coherent thought out, with all of the action around her.
"I need new friends."
Her eyes fluttered close.
"Huh?" Dorothy sat up. "What's with...with..." She still hadn't completely recovered.
All of them were gathered about her hospital bed, Traize especially worse for wear. "You know the end to all of these stories," said Trowa softly. "They have to end in a cliché, you know?" He paused. "O course, you did get a concussion, so we thought it would be a good idea to bring you over here as soon as the battle was over."
"What happened?"
"We had to burn all of our clothes and both of the vans."
"Yeah...who won?"
"Cliché story, Dorothy. Cliché."
"Oh. Way to go, Traize." She really had been affected by the fall. She rubbed the bump in the back of her head. "So. How did you do it?"
"It kind of dissolved under some chemical that Heero stuffed into one of the extinguishers."
"Oh." There was another long pause. "What are we going to do now?"
"Well," said Traize, "the monster probably has dripped into the ground water by now."
"We better move," said Hilde.
"Right. We better get you checked on out here, Dorothy. Before people start keeling over. Might as well go back to L2."
"Yes, that's perfect." Duo got up and began to strut around. "We're going to L2-ooh toniiight..."
That's it, folks! Thank you for reading. And thank you for reviewing in such a volume that you did (the first time around I had four, now I got 28). Review it one last time, and please check out "The New Betrayal" and other stories of mine. Thank you, my fans!