Chapter
5
Now
I know what you're thinking. You're like what happened to Becher? I thought the
story was about him! Well, to tell you the truth a story about Becher wouldn't
be all that interesting now would it? Wouldn't you rather read about Nick's
pathetic attempts to hit on Holly? Well too bad! You'll just have to wait. Now
it's Becher's turn to do something.
It
was still bright and sunny out and Becher and the caterpillar were sitting on a
mushroom merrily puffing away on their hookahs. Becher figured that this was
some really potent stuff because he could swear that coming towards him was some
weird turtle-cow hybrid.
"Mock
turtle!" the caterpillar yelled, "What brings you to my neck of the woods?"
"Yo,
yo, yo! C-Pilla! How's it hangin' my bruddah?" the mock turtle yelled.
Now
Becher wasn't entirely sure mock turtles didn't exist but he was sure that they
didn't speak Ebonics. This was one weird trip he was on.
"Things
are all right over here," the caterpillar answered, "this is my new friend James
Becher."
"
'Sup Gangsta?" the mock turtle asked.
"Just
keepin' it real homie," Becher replied in his best ghetto accent. (Turns out it
wasn't a very good ghetto accent, it was actually German but does Becher really
know any better?)
"We
gotta chat. Sidebar," the turtle said to the caterpillar.
The
caterpillar slid off the mushroom and followed the turtle so that they were far
enough away that Becher couldn't hear.
"What's
wit' da loser?" the turtle asked.
"Relax
man. Becher's cool. Now what's wrong? I know you wouldn't risk coming over here
if there wasn't a problem," the caterpillar said.
"It's
the Queen of Spades. She's...she's done it...." the turtle said no longer
speaking in Ebonics.
The
caterpillar swore under his breath. "How many have crossed over?" he asked.
"As
of right now only 30 of her guards. But they are sure 'causing havoc. One hawk
was killed and we've got several injured lizards," the turtle replied.
"Then
we better get going. Has anyone reported this to the Queen of Hearts yet?" the
caterpillar asked.
"No.
She's been to busy with the rabbits trial for any of this. We'll have to report
this to her if the situation gets any worse," the turtle said.
"Well
then let's hurry," said the caterpillar.
"You
gonna bring the loser?" the turtle asked.
"Yeah.
You never know. He may be useful," the caterpillar replied.
"OK
then. I'll go ahead. You bring him and follow behind. And hurry," said the mock
turtle.
With
that the mock turtle headed north through the mushroom forest. The caterpillar
slowly made his way back to Becher.
"So
what's up?" Becher asked.
"We
got some business to attend to. You're welcome to come along if you like,"
answered the caterpillar.
"Why
not?" Becher said.
By
business Becher figured that the caterpillar was off to buy some drugs and the
turtle was his dealer. He figured it would be fun. Little did he know what he
had actually gotten himself into....
When John woke up he figured he'd died and gone to heaven. The face of
the girl above him was so beautiful it could only be an angel. Then he tried to
sit up. The throbbing pain in the back of his head was so immense that he
realized he was very much alive.
"Ughhh...." he moaned.
"Well I'm glad you're finally awake. Took you long enough. Your friend
woke up almost an hour ago and his injuries were far worse then yours," she
said.
John just stared at her. She was stunning. She had long, dirty blonde hair. It came
down to about the middle of her back. Her eyes were bright blue and absolutely
beautiful. He had never seen anyone like her before. She was around his height,
5, 10", and his weight, 120 pounds. They would be like a match made in...
".....heaven," he finished aloud.
She laughed. "No. This isn't heaven and I am certainly no angel," she
said.
He'd beg to differ. He forced himself to sit up.
"Wha..what happened?" John asked groggily, "Paul? Nate?"
Her face suddenly turned grave. "Paul is fine. He's n the next room
resting. I treated his wounds. He talked to me for a while and I think he'll
pull through. He's quite lucky that none of his wounds were fatal. As for, Nate
did you say?" she asked.
"He's gone," a deep voice said.
A short, plump, man entered the room. His face was scared and dark. He
had a bright blonde beard. He wore forest colors like green and brown. If John
had seen his picture in a book he would have called him a dwarf.
"What?" John asked, "he's...he's dead?"
"We don't know for sure..."the girl said.
"We haven't seen the body. There was a trail of blood leading back to the
wolf's den. It would have been impossible for a child to survive an attack like
that especially one in his condition," the man said.
"No...it's not true," John said fighting back tears, "he's not
dead."
"Ha. Think what you want. I'll take you to the den if you want, but it's
your funeral," said the dwarf.
"Fine. Fine. You'll see," John said.
He could not accept the fact that his friend could be dead. The girl
looked worried. The last thing he wanted to do was worry her....
"Samuel, I don't know. If it just made a kill you know it might do
anything. He's already hurt, taking him out there. It's far too dangerous!" she
yelled.
"I welcome him into my house and he calls me a liar? No, Theresa, I will
take him out to the den and we will see who the liar is. In fact let's bring the
other one too! It will save me a trip," Samuel said.
This was too much for Theresa. "Samuel I will not allow it! He has a
broken rib! It took me an hour to finally stop all the bleeding! I forbid you to
take him out to the woods!"
"Do not talk down to me women. Have you forgotten who raised you? Have
you forgotten who saved you from that very werewolf when you were a mere child?"
Samuel yelled rather loudly.
Theresa looked hurt. John wanted to lift himself off the bed and hit
Samuel in the face, but he knew it would be a mistake. He couldn't help siding
with Samuel.
"Uh, excuse me," he started, "but Sam's right. Paul's just like me. He'll
insist to go. He need's proof. Neither of us will accept the fact that our
friend is dead until we see it.
This seemed to bother Theresa even more. Her face turned red and she
stormed out of the room mumbling under her breath.
"We leave in two hours. Get ready and visit me out back. I'm not taking
you to the den if you're not properly armed," Sam said.
With that he left the room.
