I was considering not writing any more chapters, but I got another good review. See, even just one little review can make a hell of a lot of difference. By the way, you, yeah, you, the reader person, could you read and review my other fics, too? Please? Thanks. And now for chapter 6, chapter 1 in section 2, which takes place a few years after section 1. Here it is...
I finally found him! Those bastards... They've got him in some kind of lab. I'll kill every last one of them. "Okay, listen up, Treize. I found him. That means I'm going to send my plan into action. If it should happen to fail, I want you to make sure everyone who knew anything about this project is killed. I can't afford to have anyone know about this if it fails. Got it?" Treize nodded his head. "Good. I'm placing you in charge of this place, and I'm leaving to start the operation." The speaker left the room, and just before the door closed behind him, Treize caught a glimpse of a chestnut colored braid. "Well... He's been planning for this for years, including me in all of his plans. Now he's gone for good, and all I've seen of him is his hair." Treize jumped onto his spinny computer chair thingy (You know, the ones with wheels) and began spinning around. "Ah, crap, I'm, dizzy! I'm gonna puuuuuuuke!"
In a secret L1 colony type laboratory... "Hehehe. I'm glad Judecca was able to capture you. You've been quite useful to my research. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Heero hit the scientist over the head with a 2x4. "I learned that from a friend." He said to the unconcious figure lying in front of him on the floor. "Now I can hack into the computer and get rid of the security system, enabling me to get the hell out of here." A small robot came into the room. "Hello." It said. "Would you like a cup of tea?" "No." "Would you like a cup of coffee?" "No." "Would you like a donut?" "N.... Yes, actually, I would. But only if it's chocolate!" The robot gave Heero a chocolate donut. "Would you like a coke?" "No." "Would you like a gun?" "A gun? Yeah, sure." The robot gave Heero a gun. "Would you like a ticket to Disney World?" "N..... N.... Must resist... Cannot... Take... Ticket..... N... NO!" "Would you like a twinky?" "No." "Twinky, twinky, twinky. Heero's a twinky. Heero's a twinky. Twinky!" Heero turned around and glared at teh robot. "What did you say?!?" The robot said "Twinky, twinky, Heero's a twinky. Twinky! Heero's a twinky!" Heero grabbed the gun and shot the robot. "I am not a twinky." "Cookie! Cookie! Heero's a cookie! COOOOOOOKIE!" Heero shot the robot several times and went back to hacking the computer.
"Quatre? Quatre, come here. I have something for you." Quatre turned around and saw that it was a monkey that had said that. "What the hell? You shouldn't be able to talk." The monkey jumped up and down repeatedly. "Quatre. You're a twiiiiiiiiiiiiinky!" The monkey said while mooning Quatre. "Damn you! I am not a twinky!" The monkey walked over to Quatre and gave him a small box. "Twiiiiiiiiiiiinky!" It said before disappearing. Then Quatre woke up and saw that he was holding a box. "Huh? That monkey gave me this box?!" Quatre opened the box, and inside it was a twinky. "Hey, a twinky! I'm hungry." Quatre grabbed the twinky and began to eat it. Once he had taken a bite, however, a piece of paper fell out. "Huh?" Quatre grabbed the paper and read it. "This is your fortune twinky. And this is your fortune. You will meet with four old friends in an unexpected way." Does that mean... Heero, Duo, Trowa, and Wufei?
Trowa glanced around the corner of the building. "Nobody there... So far so good." Trowa snuck around the corner and ran through the door. "Stop right there! If you move, I'll put a bullet through your brain!" Trowa froze in place. "Now turn around. Slowly! Easy does it..." Trowa turned, very slowly. "Stop! Put down your weapon first." Trowa set down his gun. "Now, turn around. Come on, hurry up, I don't have all day!" Trowa completed his turn, and found himself looking at a television showing some old gangster movie or something. "Stupid tv." Trowa hit the tv, but it remained intact. He, however, was in pain. "DAMMIT! I'm gonna kill that tv!" Trowa hit it again. "OW! Okay, okay, I'll stop! Just don't hurt me anymore!" Then Trowa looked out the window and saw the Trowasignal. "Gasp! To the Trowamobile!"
"Hmmm... Wufei. I am seeing something... Four... No, five people from your past... You will be meeting with them shortly. Very soon. Yes.... One of them is named... Two?" Duo... "Another is named Hero, I believe." Heero! "And... Yes... Tro... Trowa? And Quatre, as well, I believe." Quatre and Trowa? "You said there were five." "Yes... The fifth is... Judecca. That is all I can tell you now." Judecca? Damn! But... She said Heero... That must mean Heero is alive! And she said we'd be meeting up very soon. Wufei stood up and walked away from the psychic gypsy type lady. "Well, when I see Judecca, I'll be sure to kill him."
Heero found some kind of mobile suit, one that looked different from all the others, in the computers database. "Something about that thing... I'm taking it. I'm going to get the hell out of here." Heero ran through several hallways, a lot of doors, and eventually found the mobile suit he had seen on the computers monitor. "A 'gundam,' huh? Wing Zero... I'm going back to Earth." He jumped into the cockpit and started it up. This system... It isn't like the others. That doesn't matter. Now let's go!" Heero flew the gundam out into space, and headed towards Earth. "What's this? Operation Meteor?" Heero picked up the laptop that had been left in the gundam and began reading the file titled 'Operation Meteor.' Before too long, he got an email. "What?!? An email from D. M. That has to be Duo, right? Probably not... But... Well, I wont find out unless I open it, will I?"
"Okay. If this information is correct, that email will be read by Heero. If not, it was completely not worth putting a spy in there. Next I think I'll contact Quatre. Let's see............................ That should do it. Okay, now to send one to Trowa. Only two emails left to write. Okay............................. There. Now......................... Perfect. All done. Now I just have to wait for them to get to Earth, and then I can begin the next phase of my plan. Oh, why wait? Hmmm...................... Damn. I can't seem to find him anywhere. Maybe if I try this...................... There he is. Okay, now to send him an email........................ Good. It's all set." Duo leaned back in his chair. Soon I will have my revenge... And I'll have my friends back. And... And I'll have Heero. Duo smiled. If those bastards hurt him at all, I'll kill them. Hell, if they pulled a hair from his head, I'll slit their throats.
"Huh?" Quatre saw that he had gotten an email. "Let's see what it says."
This is what it said:
She cooks with lard, loves hot food bars. A quart of sweet tea, and fried pork skins.
Can't get enough, eats 'til she's stuffed. Goes to the bathroom and she comes back again.
She thinks she looks just like Madonna when she runs her greasy fingers through her bleach blond hair. Most times she'll place another order and lordy have mercy on that little bitty chair.
She's got a butt bigger than the Beatles....
"What the hell? Oh, hey, I got another one. From... D. M.?" Quatre opened up the email and read it. "Um... Okay then. Someone emailed me to say a mad scientist is going to pay me a visit." Quatre read the single-sentenced email several times, and then there was a knock at his bedroom door. "Someones here to see you, master Quatre." Great it's that psycho butler guy again. I don't like him. He always calls me master Quatre. I don't like that. I just want to be called Quatre. "Let him in." The door opened, and a man in a white lab coat stepped inside. "Hi, Mr. Mad Scientist guy. You wanna taste my twinky?" The man in the lad coat froze in place. "Um... Aren't you a bit young to be sexually active?" He asked. "That's not what I meant. I meant this fortune twinky that the monkey in my dream gave me." The man in the lab coat stared at the twinky. "I thought I was supposed to be the crazy one..." He muttered under his breath.
"Okay, look, Quatre. I've come to offer you a chance to pilot a mobile suit. A 'gundam.' It's a mobile suit made from gundanium, making it quite strong. It is called Sandrock. Do you want it?" Quatre thought it over carefully. "Hell, it beats driving a car. Sure." The man smiled. "Well, you can have it. Under one condition. You have to go to Earth." Quatre agreed, and the scientist led him to Sandrock.
Trowa got to the Trowamobile and saw that he had an email. "'You can expect a mad scientist to be dropping by shortly. Do exactly as he says.' Um... Okay, then..." Trowa climbed into the Trowa mobile and drove to the Trowacave. "Hey, ...... Damn. I forgot. Quatre isn't here. I have no sidekick! Well, I have a butler. HEY! Mr. Butler guy! Come here." The butler approached Trowa. "Yes, master Trowa? Let me guess. You're getting bored again, aren't you?" Trowa nodded. "Would you like to play with master Dick?" Trowa stepped backwards. "Okay, uh, do you realise what you just said?" The butler blushed. "I didn't mean it like that! Oh, by the way, there's someone here to see you." "Let him in." A man in a white lab coat stepped into the Trowacave and said "Unless I'm mistaken, Du.... Well, you got an email. And it told you to do what I say. So listen carefully. I want you to pilot a special kind of mobile suit called a gundam. You will take Heavyarms to Earth. Is that understood?" Trowa glared at the scientist. "Okay, fine. Heavyarms is the, uh, whatchamacallit, right?" The scientist looked quite annoyed. "The gundam. Yes. Now, here are the directions to where the gundam is hidden. Go! Now! Go now! Yes, now! Go! Go right now! Go go go! Now!"
Wufei was wandering around the carnival. "Hmmm... I'm gonna buy some cotton candy!" He bought a jumbo sized cotton candy. "Hehehe... I've got it! Next I'll go on the super-deluxe-whirley-spinny-throw-up-when-you-get-off!" Wufei was about to get on the ride when a scientist approached him. "Who the hell are you?" "Why I'm a mad scientist." "Oh, okay. What do you want?" The scientist grinned an evil grin. "I want you to pilot the Shenlong. It is a special kind of mobile suit called a gundam. I want you to take it to Earth." "I'll have to think about it, Mr. Psycho Scientist." Wufei said, and after two hours of thinking, he agreed. "Good, good... You'll find a file titled Operation Meteor in the gundam. Read it before you get to Earth, understand?" Wufei nodded his head. "Good. Now go! Run, Wufei, run like the wind!" Wufei ate some of his cotton candy. "Why aren't you running?" "Where is this 'Shenlong?'" He asked. "Damn it! I knew I forgot something. Here are the directions. Um... Could I have some of that?" Wufei handed over the bag of cotton candy and went off to find the Shenlong.
"Hmmm.... One... Two... Three... Three gundams. Let's see... Yes. Heero, Quatre, and Trowa are getting close to Earth. Wufei hasn't found the gundam yet, apparently." It's all coming together quite nicely. I'm positively brilliant! Soon all of my friends will be back on Earth, and then... Then I can have my revenge. It's hard to believe I've been planning for this for almost five years. It only took that long because I had to find the others, and because I wanted to figure out the perfect way to kill Judecca. But still... Five years? Well, it was worth it, to get everything perfect.
Hmmm... Sorry about this chapter. It doesn't quite make all that much sense, and it's a bit odd, and probably not quite as funny as the others. But I'm under a lot of pressure here. I had to write this chapter, and I had to write a chapter for Christmas, Christmas (If you haven't read it, do. If you haven't reviewed it, do.) And I had to write a chapter for Doctor Valn Zinfaield (Once again, if you haven't read and/or reviewed it, do.) All in a day. One day to write it all. That's not too much time if you think about it. I have to carefully think out all the words, I have to think of a plot, I have to actually write it, I have to listen to one of Cledus T. Judds songs about a million times before writing the chapter for Christmas, Christmas... Basically, if you thought it sucked, I'm sorry. I'll try to do better next time. Kay? Bye for now!
I finally found him! Those bastards... They've got him in some kind of lab. I'll kill every last one of them. "Okay, listen up, Treize. I found him. That means I'm going to send my plan into action. If it should happen to fail, I want you to make sure everyone who knew anything about this project is killed. I can't afford to have anyone know about this if it fails. Got it?" Treize nodded his head. "Good. I'm placing you in charge of this place, and I'm leaving to start the operation." The speaker left the room, and just before the door closed behind him, Treize caught a glimpse of a chestnut colored braid. "Well... He's been planning for this for years, including me in all of his plans. Now he's gone for good, and all I've seen of him is his hair." Treize jumped onto his spinny computer chair thingy (You know, the ones with wheels) and began spinning around. "Ah, crap, I'm, dizzy! I'm gonna puuuuuuuke!"
In a secret L1 colony type laboratory... "Hehehe. I'm glad Judecca was able to capture you. You've been quite useful to my research. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Heero hit the scientist over the head with a 2x4. "I learned that from a friend." He said to the unconcious figure lying in front of him on the floor. "Now I can hack into the computer and get rid of the security system, enabling me to get the hell out of here." A small robot came into the room. "Hello." It said. "Would you like a cup of tea?" "No." "Would you like a cup of coffee?" "No." "Would you like a donut?" "N.... Yes, actually, I would. But only if it's chocolate!" The robot gave Heero a chocolate donut. "Would you like a coke?" "No." "Would you like a gun?" "A gun? Yeah, sure." The robot gave Heero a gun. "Would you like a ticket to Disney World?" "N..... N.... Must resist... Cannot... Take... Ticket..... N... NO!" "Would you like a twinky?" "No." "Twinky, twinky, twinky. Heero's a twinky. Heero's a twinky. Twinky!" Heero turned around and glared at teh robot. "What did you say?!?" The robot said "Twinky, twinky, Heero's a twinky. Twinky! Heero's a twinky!" Heero grabbed the gun and shot the robot. "I am not a twinky." "Cookie! Cookie! Heero's a cookie! COOOOOOOKIE!" Heero shot the robot several times and went back to hacking the computer.
"Quatre? Quatre, come here. I have something for you." Quatre turned around and saw that it was a monkey that had said that. "What the hell? You shouldn't be able to talk." The monkey jumped up and down repeatedly. "Quatre. You're a twiiiiiiiiiiiiinky!" The monkey said while mooning Quatre. "Damn you! I am not a twinky!" The monkey walked over to Quatre and gave him a small box. "Twiiiiiiiiiiiinky!" It said before disappearing. Then Quatre woke up and saw that he was holding a box. "Huh? That monkey gave me this box?!" Quatre opened the box, and inside it was a twinky. "Hey, a twinky! I'm hungry." Quatre grabbed the twinky and began to eat it. Once he had taken a bite, however, a piece of paper fell out. "Huh?" Quatre grabbed the paper and read it. "This is your fortune twinky. And this is your fortune. You will meet with four old friends in an unexpected way." Does that mean... Heero, Duo, Trowa, and Wufei?
Trowa glanced around the corner of the building. "Nobody there... So far so good." Trowa snuck around the corner and ran through the door. "Stop right there! If you move, I'll put a bullet through your brain!" Trowa froze in place. "Now turn around. Slowly! Easy does it..." Trowa turned, very slowly. "Stop! Put down your weapon first." Trowa set down his gun. "Now, turn around. Come on, hurry up, I don't have all day!" Trowa completed his turn, and found himself looking at a television showing some old gangster movie or something. "Stupid tv." Trowa hit the tv, but it remained intact. He, however, was in pain. "DAMMIT! I'm gonna kill that tv!" Trowa hit it again. "OW! Okay, okay, I'll stop! Just don't hurt me anymore!" Then Trowa looked out the window and saw the Trowasignal. "Gasp! To the Trowamobile!"
"Hmmm... Wufei. I am seeing something... Four... No, five people from your past... You will be meeting with them shortly. Very soon. Yes.... One of them is named... Two?" Duo... "Another is named Hero, I believe." Heero! "And... Yes... Tro... Trowa? And Quatre, as well, I believe." Quatre and Trowa? "You said there were five." "Yes... The fifth is... Judecca. That is all I can tell you now." Judecca? Damn! But... She said Heero... That must mean Heero is alive! And she said we'd be meeting up very soon. Wufei stood up and walked away from the psychic gypsy type lady. "Well, when I see Judecca, I'll be sure to kill him."
Heero found some kind of mobile suit, one that looked different from all the others, in the computers database. "Something about that thing... I'm taking it. I'm going to get the hell out of here." Heero ran through several hallways, a lot of doors, and eventually found the mobile suit he had seen on the computers monitor. "A 'gundam,' huh? Wing Zero... I'm going back to Earth." He jumped into the cockpit and started it up. This system... It isn't like the others. That doesn't matter. Now let's go!" Heero flew the gundam out into space, and headed towards Earth. "What's this? Operation Meteor?" Heero picked up the laptop that had been left in the gundam and began reading the file titled 'Operation Meteor.' Before too long, he got an email. "What?!? An email from D. M. That has to be Duo, right? Probably not... But... Well, I wont find out unless I open it, will I?"
"Okay. If this information is correct, that email will be read by Heero. If not, it was completely not worth putting a spy in there. Next I think I'll contact Quatre. Let's see............................ That should do it. Okay, now to send one to Trowa. Only two emails left to write. Okay............................. There. Now......................... Perfect. All done. Now I just have to wait for them to get to Earth, and then I can begin the next phase of my plan. Oh, why wait? Hmmm...................... Damn. I can't seem to find him anywhere. Maybe if I try this...................... There he is. Okay, now to send him an email........................ Good. It's all set." Duo leaned back in his chair. Soon I will have my revenge... And I'll have my friends back. And... And I'll have Heero. Duo smiled. If those bastards hurt him at all, I'll kill them. Hell, if they pulled a hair from his head, I'll slit their throats.
"Huh?" Quatre saw that he had gotten an email. "Let's see what it says."
This is what it said:
She cooks with lard, loves hot food bars. A quart of sweet tea, and fried pork skins.
Can't get enough, eats 'til she's stuffed. Goes to the bathroom and she comes back again.
She thinks she looks just like Madonna when she runs her greasy fingers through her bleach blond hair. Most times she'll place another order and lordy have mercy on that little bitty chair.
She's got a butt bigger than the Beatles....
"What the hell? Oh, hey, I got another one. From... D. M.?" Quatre opened up the email and read it. "Um... Okay then. Someone emailed me to say a mad scientist is going to pay me a visit." Quatre read the single-sentenced email several times, and then there was a knock at his bedroom door. "Someones here to see you, master Quatre." Great it's that psycho butler guy again. I don't like him. He always calls me master Quatre. I don't like that. I just want to be called Quatre. "Let him in." The door opened, and a man in a white lab coat stepped inside. "Hi, Mr. Mad Scientist guy. You wanna taste my twinky?" The man in the lad coat froze in place. "Um... Aren't you a bit young to be sexually active?" He asked. "That's not what I meant. I meant this fortune twinky that the monkey in my dream gave me." The man in the lab coat stared at the twinky. "I thought I was supposed to be the crazy one..." He muttered under his breath.
"Okay, look, Quatre. I've come to offer you a chance to pilot a mobile suit. A 'gundam.' It's a mobile suit made from gundanium, making it quite strong. It is called Sandrock. Do you want it?" Quatre thought it over carefully. "Hell, it beats driving a car. Sure." The man smiled. "Well, you can have it. Under one condition. You have to go to Earth." Quatre agreed, and the scientist led him to Sandrock.
Trowa got to the Trowamobile and saw that he had an email. "'You can expect a mad scientist to be dropping by shortly. Do exactly as he says.' Um... Okay, then..." Trowa climbed into the Trowa mobile and drove to the Trowacave. "Hey, ...... Damn. I forgot. Quatre isn't here. I have no sidekick! Well, I have a butler. HEY! Mr. Butler guy! Come here." The butler approached Trowa. "Yes, master Trowa? Let me guess. You're getting bored again, aren't you?" Trowa nodded. "Would you like to play with master Dick?" Trowa stepped backwards. "Okay, uh, do you realise what you just said?" The butler blushed. "I didn't mean it like that! Oh, by the way, there's someone here to see you." "Let him in." A man in a white lab coat stepped into the Trowacave and said "Unless I'm mistaken, Du.... Well, you got an email. And it told you to do what I say. So listen carefully. I want you to pilot a special kind of mobile suit called a gundam. You will take Heavyarms to Earth. Is that understood?" Trowa glared at the scientist. "Okay, fine. Heavyarms is the, uh, whatchamacallit, right?" The scientist looked quite annoyed. "The gundam. Yes. Now, here are the directions to where the gundam is hidden. Go! Now! Go now! Yes, now! Go! Go right now! Go go go! Now!"
Wufei was wandering around the carnival. "Hmmm... I'm gonna buy some cotton candy!" He bought a jumbo sized cotton candy. "Hehehe... I've got it! Next I'll go on the super-deluxe-whirley-spinny-throw-up-when-you-get-off!" Wufei was about to get on the ride when a scientist approached him. "Who the hell are you?" "Why I'm a mad scientist." "Oh, okay. What do you want?" The scientist grinned an evil grin. "I want you to pilot the Shenlong. It is a special kind of mobile suit called a gundam. I want you to take it to Earth." "I'll have to think about it, Mr. Psycho Scientist." Wufei said, and after two hours of thinking, he agreed. "Good, good... You'll find a file titled Operation Meteor in the gundam. Read it before you get to Earth, understand?" Wufei nodded his head. "Good. Now go! Run, Wufei, run like the wind!" Wufei ate some of his cotton candy. "Why aren't you running?" "Where is this 'Shenlong?'" He asked. "Damn it! I knew I forgot something. Here are the directions. Um... Could I have some of that?" Wufei handed over the bag of cotton candy and went off to find the Shenlong.
"Hmmm.... One... Two... Three... Three gundams. Let's see... Yes. Heero, Quatre, and Trowa are getting close to Earth. Wufei hasn't found the gundam yet, apparently." It's all coming together quite nicely. I'm positively brilliant! Soon all of my friends will be back on Earth, and then... Then I can have my revenge. It's hard to believe I've been planning for this for almost five years. It only took that long because I had to find the others, and because I wanted to figure out the perfect way to kill Judecca. But still... Five years? Well, it was worth it, to get everything perfect.
Hmmm... Sorry about this chapter. It doesn't quite make all that much sense, and it's a bit odd, and probably not quite as funny as the others. But I'm under a lot of pressure here. I had to write this chapter, and I had to write a chapter for Christmas, Christmas (If you haven't read it, do. If you haven't reviewed it, do.) And I had to write a chapter for Doctor Valn Zinfaield (Once again, if you haven't read and/or reviewed it, do.) All in a day. One day to write it all. That's not too much time if you think about it. I have to carefully think out all the words, I have to think of a plot, I have to actually write it, I have to listen to one of Cledus T. Judds songs about a million times before writing the chapter for Christmas, Christmas... Basically, if you thought it sucked, I'm sorry. I'll try to do better next time. Kay? Bye for now!