BY: Me
RATING: R
SUMMARY: They only ruin the story...
DISCLAIMER: I still don't own the show. Ask again when Disney's conspiracies send it down the toilet.
"Becky...cold...please...shirt?" Clu could barely speak. Select words were all he could manage now.
"Aww, but you're so nice without that nasty old shirt. Besides, it's just more work for me to take it off when I have to do this." Becky raised the blade and cut along Clu's left bicep. Clu wincing in pain during the slow, lengthy slice through the tight skin. "I'm sorry I have to do this, Clu, but I need you. More than anyone back in Hope Springs does anyways."
"Why?" The blood was coming down Clu's arm. It mixed with the blood that had dried from the last week of this torture.
"Well, because, without you I have no one. Do you know what it's like to have no one, Clu? No, of course you don't. You've got your best friends and your parents and your best friend's rock star mother, and your brother. You don't know what it's like to be alone. I saw you at the airport. You looked so sad after you met up with that boy. What'd you say his name was?"
"Jack..." Clu said.
Jack stood at the terminal, waiting for a glance of that windswept hair he knew so well to be that of his best friend. Eventually everyone had come out of the plane, but there was no sign of Clu.
"The doofus probably missed his flight...typical."
Jack turned around and started walking away when all of a sudden what did he hear behind him? "JACK-MAN!"
"Yeah, Jack, that was it. Anyways, you were so sad, so I thought I'd save you. I followed your car and took a shortcut I knew of, I ended up sacrificing my car, but it was worth it to have a new friend like you. Of course, Jack's probably dead --"
A tear slid down Clu's blood-stained cheek.
"-- but that doesn't matter. You're never gonna need to see those people again."
