Three days later, the boys started packing their bags. All of their bags were light and small, except for Magnet's. For a while, everyone wondered why Magnet, all of the sudden, had acquired so many belongings. They didn't wonder for too long!
They all threw their bags in a plain white truck, and climbed up the steps of a school bus that was very near to it. The bus was completely empty, except for the bus driver, who was skinny with a light beard and glasses. He wore a ballcap that shaded his face. The boys strode past the lanky man, and found seats. X-ray took one back seat, while Zigzag took the other. Armpit, Magnet, Squid and Twitch filed into the seats that were close in front of them. They chattered for a while, as the bus became slowly filled with other delinquents. Soon, it was a hurricane of chaos. Kids were laughing, punching each other, and a light paper airplane bumped into the driver's face.
The driver's top lip furled up, and his forehead wrinkled. He squeezed his eyelids together as his face reddened.
"BOYS!" He roared, making even X Ray jump, "I didn't 'dink it was a great idea, driving a bus of hoods like you to a punishment camp. I didn't want the job. But 'den 'dey said how much 'dey wudd pay me. I accepted. And if you MAKE me regret 'dat decision, well, it cudd get mighty ugly 'round here!"
While the red intensity faded from the driver's face, It was quiet for a minute or so. Then Twitch quietly piped up, speaking as softly as he could.
"Man, if I got paid to drive this monster, I wouldn't be hollering to matter who my passengers were!" He whispered softly, but not quietly enough. After his sentence ended, the bus veered off of the deserted road, making an ear-shattering screech.
The bus stopped suddenly, and armpit banged his head against the brown seat in front of him.
"Oh, I see! We got a smart-ass in here!" The driver growled, making his way towards the back of the bus. "Well, I don't take kindly to smart asses."
And almost too quickly, the driver had drawn a switchblade from his pocket. He flipped out the razor sharp edge of the knife, and held it softly under Twitch's chin. he didn't cut the skin, but Twitch was shaking uncontrollably.
"I also don't take kindly to people who murder my son. I know one of you here hoods had done it. I don't know who. They wouldn't let me in to see 'de trial, 'dey said I was insane. I didn't get to see the cold blooded killer of my son earn the sentence he deserved. He never did get the sentence that he deserved - being sliced up with a 10 inch switch blade just like Joey did. You got sent to some sissy camp. I am sure 'dat the blisters on your hands 'dat you got from digging holes isn't nearly as painful as 'duh feeling of being impaled in the heart and having to be left to die in a pool of yer own blood. So, we're going to drive around in this gasoline filled bus until I find out who that person is. You're not going to make any noise, or make any fuss that would call attention to us, or I set this whole bus on fire and all of us die."
It was silent. No one was breathing. Twitch had fainted, his head only about 5 inches above the ground. The driver drew his leg back, and kicked Twitch's face as hard as he could. A ribbon of blood trailed from his nose, forming a puddle on the ground. Soon, he was coughing up the deep red liquid, then he passed out again, probably with a severe concussion and some internal bleeding.
Magnet vomited because of the intense fear he was experiencing. The bus smelled awful, but that was the least of everyone's worries. Someone in here killed his son, and someone, if not everyone, in this bus, was going to die if nothing happened. Surely, 20 experienced criminals could take out one little bus driver, right? Maybe. This small bus driver had matches, though. All he had to do was light one little match, and they would be through.
X-Ray couldn't take much more. As the leader of Tent D, it was his job to look out for the little guys. Yet there was Twitch, suffering on the floor, when he had done nothing, except admire the not-so-glamorous career of a bus driver. He couldn't let him sit there, he might die!
He might die...
(A/N - woah! I just had this wave of inspiriation, and I was like, I think I will make this a terror-type fic. If you don't like it, and want me to change it back to less violnce, I will change it, but I have to get a LOTT of reviews begging me to because, well, I am lazy, and lazy people don't like rewriting chapters. I think I do like this scary part though. We'll see. P.S. - thanks to all my reviewers. Remember, if you review for me, I review for you. AFMR forever (see my profile))
They all threw their bags in a plain white truck, and climbed up the steps of a school bus that was very near to it. The bus was completely empty, except for the bus driver, who was skinny with a light beard and glasses. He wore a ballcap that shaded his face. The boys strode past the lanky man, and found seats. X-ray took one back seat, while Zigzag took the other. Armpit, Magnet, Squid and Twitch filed into the seats that were close in front of them. They chattered for a while, as the bus became slowly filled with other delinquents. Soon, it was a hurricane of chaos. Kids were laughing, punching each other, and a light paper airplane bumped into the driver's face.
The driver's top lip furled up, and his forehead wrinkled. He squeezed his eyelids together as his face reddened.
"BOYS!" He roared, making even X Ray jump, "I didn't 'dink it was a great idea, driving a bus of hoods like you to a punishment camp. I didn't want the job. But 'den 'dey said how much 'dey wudd pay me. I accepted. And if you MAKE me regret 'dat decision, well, it cudd get mighty ugly 'round here!"
While the red intensity faded from the driver's face, It was quiet for a minute or so. Then Twitch quietly piped up, speaking as softly as he could.
"Man, if I got paid to drive this monster, I wouldn't be hollering to matter who my passengers were!" He whispered softly, but not quietly enough. After his sentence ended, the bus veered off of the deserted road, making an ear-shattering screech.
The bus stopped suddenly, and armpit banged his head against the brown seat in front of him.
"Oh, I see! We got a smart-ass in here!" The driver growled, making his way towards the back of the bus. "Well, I don't take kindly to smart asses."
And almost too quickly, the driver had drawn a switchblade from his pocket. He flipped out the razor sharp edge of the knife, and held it softly under Twitch's chin. he didn't cut the skin, but Twitch was shaking uncontrollably.
"I also don't take kindly to people who murder my son. I know one of you here hoods had done it. I don't know who. They wouldn't let me in to see 'de trial, 'dey said I was insane. I didn't get to see the cold blooded killer of my son earn the sentence he deserved. He never did get the sentence that he deserved - being sliced up with a 10 inch switch blade just like Joey did. You got sent to some sissy camp. I am sure 'dat the blisters on your hands 'dat you got from digging holes isn't nearly as painful as 'duh feeling of being impaled in the heart and having to be left to die in a pool of yer own blood. So, we're going to drive around in this gasoline filled bus until I find out who that person is. You're not going to make any noise, or make any fuss that would call attention to us, or I set this whole bus on fire and all of us die."
It was silent. No one was breathing. Twitch had fainted, his head only about 5 inches above the ground. The driver drew his leg back, and kicked Twitch's face as hard as he could. A ribbon of blood trailed from his nose, forming a puddle on the ground. Soon, he was coughing up the deep red liquid, then he passed out again, probably with a severe concussion and some internal bleeding.
Magnet vomited because of the intense fear he was experiencing. The bus smelled awful, but that was the least of everyone's worries. Someone in here killed his son, and someone, if not everyone, in this bus, was going to die if nothing happened. Surely, 20 experienced criminals could take out one little bus driver, right? Maybe. This small bus driver had matches, though. All he had to do was light one little match, and they would be through.
X-Ray couldn't take much more. As the leader of Tent D, it was his job to look out for the little guys. Yet there was Twitch, suffering on the floor, when he had done nothing, except admire the not-so-glamorous career of a bus driver. He couldn't let him sit there, he might die!
He might die...
(A/N - woah! I just had this wave of inspiriation, and I was like, I think I will make this a terror-type fic. If you don't like it, and want me to change it back to less violnce, I will change it, but I have to get a LOTT of reviews begging me to because, well, I am lazy, and lazy people don't like rewriting chapters. I think I do like this scary part though. We'll see. P.S. - thanks to all my reviewers. Remember, if you review for me, I review for you. AFMR forever (see my profile))