Sakura in Paris 2
Part Thirteen: Discoveries
We're sitting out in front of a large bonfire made mostly from my old fics, eating roasted snakes and fried macaroni.
Max: Blech! This is totally disgusting!
Raye: It's better than broiled shoes and hamburgers made of plywood.
(Everyone starts snickering and Max gives Raye one of the dirtiest looks possible)
Ameoba Boy: Hey, Fluffy! Are there still some splinters in your tongue?
(Everyone begins laughing. {A'sN: If you don't already know why and want to know, get off your lazy bum and read SIP1!}.)
Ms. Sinic: This fire's nice and warm though. Where'd ya get the firewood, Ange?
Raye (nonchalantly): Oh, I just chucked in some crappy old fics of mine. Makes a pretty good blaze, don't they?
Ms. Sinic: WHAT?!?!? I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO NOT DESTROY ANY OF YOUR HARD WORK!!!
Raye: I may have worked hard on them, but they're all crappy faliures.
Ms. Sinic: THEY ARE NOT!!!
(Picks up an old sharpened garden hoe of Chucky's that was laying by Psycho.)
Psycho: Hey! That's mine! Chucky gave me that last year for my birthday!
(Ms. Sinic ignores the Zellers escapee and begins to chase Raye.)
Ms. Sinic: ADMIT THAT YOUR STUFF IS GOOD, OR I'LL KILL YOU!!!
Raye: Don't I have such great, supportive, non-violent friends?
{Disclaimer}
If anyone thinks that watching an apple browning is more fun than reading my fics, I order you to leave now and save yourself some time.
Ms. Sinic: ADMIT YOUR FICS ARE GOOD!
Raye: But I didn't even create the characters!
Ms. Sinic: WHAT ABOUT SHAWN?! AND GRANNIE MARIE, AND JACQUE, AND JEAN, AND RANEA?!?!?
Raye: But not Sakura and Li and Kero!
Ms. Sinic: I DON'T GIVE A FLYING DUTCHMAN!! YOUR FICS ARE STILL GOOD!!
Raye: Whatever!
Ms. Sinic: I WILL KILL YOU!!!!!!
Madison sat in the rocking swing in the Garden, staring aimlessly up at the starry sky.
"Madison? Is something wrong?" Shawn asked quietly as he walked up.
"No, not really." Madison sighed and moved over so Shawn could sit down.
"Not really? What is it?" Shawn asked.
Madison sighed again. "You know, I'm not really sure myself. I just feel down in the dumps for some reason."
Shawn looked up at the stars. "I know what you mean. Sometimes I feel the same way."
Madison nodded. "I guess everyone does sometimes." She looked over at Shawn. "Shawn, I was wondering, has this shadow you've been seeing . . . has it been around you long? When was the first time you saw it?"
Shawn studied her for a minute. "Do you think I'm just imagining it? That I'm crazy and that it's all in my head? Most people do."
"No, I don't think it's just in your imagination. I think it's real. I was just wondering."
"Well, I think I've always seen it. I was probably four or five the first time I saw it."
"Has it ever talked to you before?"
"Once. When I was ten or eleven. I was just about to fall asleep, when it came into my room. It floated over to my dresser, and it seemed like it was looking for something. I don't think it realized I wasn't asleep. When I sat up, it spun around and hissed at me, its horrible red eyes glaring at me. And then it spoke." Shawn shuddered. "Its voice was so terrible, dry and menacing."
"What did it say?"
"It doesn't make any sense to me, but for some strange reason, I've never forgotten what it said. It glared at me for a moment, and then it said, "You'll never find Kanthel if I have anything to say about it! And you'll never give her the locket!"."
"Kanthel?" Madison mused aloud. She jumped. "You called me Kanthel that night you had the bad nightmares!"
Shawn nodded slowly, confusion clear on his face. "I remember that, and I actually thought you were someone named Kanthel. But I'm sure I've never met or known anyone named Kanthel in my entire life!"
Shawn looked down at the ground, forlorn and the perfect picture of dejectedness. He sighed. "I'm scared, Madison. And I don't know why! I don't feel at all like myself."
Madison rested a gentle hand on Shawn's shaking arm, edging closer to him hesitantly.
"Shawn, it'll be okay. This'll all pass soon."
"But I'm not so sure of that, Madison. Every day that passes, I feel even more strange. I don't know what's happening to me, Madison!"
"It'll be okay, Shawn." Madison whispered, clasping his right hand in hers. "Everything'll be okay."
Shawn smiled tentively, looking up to Madison gratefully. "Thanks, Madison."
"If you want or need anything, Shawn, just tell me."
Shawn neared closer. "Anything?"
Madison nodded breathlessly. "Anything."
As their lips touched, Madison gasped. It felt like static electricity was coursing through her body. Shawn's fingers entertwined with hers, and she smiled inwardly. She'd never felt like this before. It was the most wonderful experience she had ever had!
As they reluctantly pulled away from each other, Shawn smiled widely.
"You didn't mind, did you?"
Madison shook her head with an even bigger grin. "Mind?" Her voice was extremely incredulous. "I've never felt anything like it!"
"Me neither." Shawn smiled.
"It's late. We should be going in soon. Ranea and the others'll realize we're still out."
Shawn nodded reluctantly, sighed, and stood. He held out a hand for Madison, which she happily took. "Why thank you, monsueir. How very kind of you."
Shawn laughed. "Right this way, madamoiselle."
As the two walked up the path, towards the darkened house, Madison began to feel an uneasiness. Moments before, the night had been tranquil and peaceful, full of complete serenity. But as they neared the looming mansion, dread feelings began to permeate the darkness.
Shawn stopped in his tracks, Madison halting slightly behind him in the exact moment. "There's something out there."
Madison gulped nervously, edging closer to Shawn. "What is it?"
Shawn stepped back slightly, taking Madison's shaking hand in his own trembling hand. "It's the shadow. It's the shadow. It's coming."
Madison gasped. There was a shadow! It crouched ahead of them, blocking their way into the silent mansion. Blood-red eyes, filled with malice and hatred, glared at the shivering couple, large, midnight black claws scraping hideously against the stone pathway, leaving black furrows as it crawled forward.
"You may have found Kanthel, Nicolus, but I shall have my way in the end!" the shadow's siblant hiss froze the blood in Madison's veins. She knew now why Shawn was so terrified by this creature. She felt as though her bones were made of jello; she couldn't move, even in the face of this horrible thing.
The shadow hissed, low and menacingly, and hopped forward a pace, crouched crab-like on the ground, preparing to pounce-
(The Hooverville the Gang is currently living in is quite spread out now, consisting of several shacks and lean-to's, as well as two or three tents they managed to salvage from the Mac 'N Cheeze truck following the explosion. The Gang has gotten it decorated to their liking, and are now racking their brains for a way across the border through the large barbed-wire fence.)
Raye: Well, does anyone have any gardening shears?
(Everyone gives her a strange look.)
Li: Gardening shears? Who in their right mind keeps gardening shears with them?
Psycho: I may have a pair in my purse! I'll just go look!
(Runs off humming happily.)
Li: I made my point. I asked if anyone in their RIGHT mind carried gardening shears around. Not if anyone with Psycho's mind carries them around.
Psycho (from inside her shack): Nope! I must have left them at home with my extra Korn CD.
Sakura: Extra CD?
Psycho: I've got three.
(Everyone's sweatdrops.)
Max: I'm gonna go take a nap. Can I sleep in your shack, Raye?
Raye: Sure, but why don't you just use yours?
Max: I couldn't get any sleep in there. The walls are coated with posters and pictures of my lickety-boo Logan. Who could fall asleep with so many handsomely green eyes staring down at you?
Raye: You can use the shack, but if you touch even one thing of mine, you'll be shipped home to Mama in pieces!
Max (mock saluting): Yessum!
(Max grabs her sleeping bag and shuts Raye's door behind her. Lining the walls of Raye's shack are anime posters. Dolls from various shows and mangas litter the floor. On crude shelves Raye made herself sit beanie babies and several hundred tapes {A'sN: A terrible habit of mine is to tape everything humanly possible. Tv shows, movies, music videos, commercials, infomercials, nothing's safe from my recording button.}. Max settles into her sleeping bag and tries to fall asleep. Nearly an hour later, she's awaken from a deep sleep filled with sexy Logans by a high-pitched, very annoying voice. At first, she thinks it's Ameoba Boy, but then she decides that it's too low in pitch to be his voice. She sits up and blinks blearily.)
Max: Who's there?
Eerie Voices: We're he-re!
Max: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Part Thirteen: Discoveries
We're sitting out in front of a large bonfire made mostly from my old fics, eating roasted snakes and fried macaroni.
Max: Blech! This is totally disgusting!
Raye: It's better than broiled shoes and hamburgers made of plywood.
(Everyone starts snickering and Max gives Raye one of the dirtiest looks possible)
Ameoba Boy: Hey, Fluffy! Are there still some splinters in your tongue?
(Everyone begins laughing. {A'sN: If you don't already know why and want to know, get off your lazy bum and read SIP1!}.)
Ms. Sinic: This fire's nice and warm though. Where'd ya get the firewood, Ange?
Raye (nonchalantly): Oh, I just chucked in some crappy old fics of mine. Makes a pretty good blaze, don't they?
Ms. Sinic: WHAT?!?!? I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO NOT DESTROY ANY OF YOUR HARD WORK!!!
Raye: I may have worked hard on them, but they're all crappy faliures.
Ms. Sinic: THEY ARE NOT!!!
(Picks up an old sharpened garden hoe of Chucky's that was laying by Psycho.)
Psycho: Hey! That's mine! Chucky gave me that last year for my birthday!
(Ms. Sinic ignores the Zellers escapee and begins to chase Raye.)
Ms. Sinic: ADMIT THAT YOUR STUFF IS GOOD, OR I'LL KILL YOU!!!
Raye: Don't I have such great, supportive, non-violent friends?
{Disclaimer}
If anyone thinks that watching an apple browning is more fun than reading my fics, I order you to leave now and save yourself some time.
Ms. Sinic: ADMIT YOUR FICS ARE GOOD!
Raye: But I didn't even create the characters!
Ms. Sinic: WHAT ABOUT SHAWN?! AND GRANNIE MARIE, AND JACQUE, AND JEAN, AND RANEA?!?!?
Raye: But not Sakura and Li and Kero!
Ms. Sinic: I DON'T GIVE A FLYING DUTCHMAN!! YOUR FICS ARE STILL GOOD!!
Raye: Whatever!
Ms. Sinic: I WILL KILL YOU!!!!!!
Madison sat in the rocking swing in the Garden, staring aimlessly up at the starry sky.
"Madison? Is something wrong?" Shawn asked quietly as he walked up.
"No, not really." Madison sighed and moved over so Shawn could sit down.
"Not really? What is it?" Shawn asked.
Madison sighed again. "You know, I'm not really sure myself. I just feel down in the dumps for some reason."
Shawn looked up at the stars. "I know what you mean. Sometimes I feel the same way."
Madison nodded. "I guess everyone does sometimes." She looked over at Shawn. "Shawn, I was wondering, has this shadow you've been seeing . . . has it been around you long? When was the first time you saw it?"
Shawn studied her for a minute. "Do you think I'm just imagining it? That I'm crazy and that it's all in my head? Most people do."
"No, I don't think it's just in your imagination. I think it's real. I was just wondering."
"Well, I think I've always seen it. I was probably four or five the first time I saw it."
"Has it ever talked to you before?"
"Once. When I was ten or eleven. I was just about to fall asleep, when it came into my room. It floated over to my dresser, and it seemed like it was looking for something. I don't think it realized I wasn't asleep. When I sat up, it spun around and hissed at me, its horrible red eyes glaring at me. And then it spoke." Shawn shuddered. "Its voice was so terrible, dry and menacing."
"What did it say?"
"It doesn't make any sense to me, but for some strange reason, I've never forgotten what it said. It glared at me for a moment, and then it said, "You'll never find Kanthel if I have anything to say about it! And you'll never give her the locket!"."
"Kanthel?" Madison mused aloud. She jumped. "You called me Kanthel that night you had the bad nightmares!"
Shawn nodded slowly, confusion clear on his face. "I remember that, and I actually thought you were someone named Kanthel. But I'm sure I've never met or known anyone named Kanthel in my entire life!"
Shawn looked down at the ground, forlorn and the perfect picture of dejectedness. He sighed. "I'm scared, Madison. And I don't know why! I don't feel at all like myself."
Madison rested a gentle hand on Shawn's shaking arm, edging closer to him hesitantly.
"Shawn, it'll be okay. This'll all pass soon."
"But I'm not so sure of that, Madison. Every day that passes, I feel even more strange. I don't know what's happening to me, Madison!"
"It'll be okay, Shawn." Madison whispered, clasping his right hand in hers. "Everything'll be okay."
Shawn smiled tentively, looking up to Madison gratefully. "Thanks, Madison."
"If you want or need anything, Shawn, just tell me."
Shawn neared closer. "Anything?"
Madison nodded breathlessly. "Anything."
As their lips touched, Madison gasped. It felt like static electricity was coursing through her body. Shawn's fingers entertwined with hers, and she smiled inwardly. She'd never felt like this before. It was the most wonderful experience she had ever had!
As they reluctantly pulled away from each other, Shawn smiled widely.
"You didn't mind, did you?"
Madison shook her head with an even bigger grin. "Mind?" Her voice was extremely incredulous. "I've never felt anything like it!"
"Me neither." Shawn smiled.
"It's late. We should be going in soon. Ranea and the others'll realize we're still out."
Shawn nodded reluctantly, sighed, and stood. He held out a hand for Madison, which she happily took. "Why thank you, monsueir. How very kind of you."
Shawn laughed. "Right this way, madamoiselle."
As the two walked up the path, towards the darkened house, Madison began to feel an uneasiness. Moments before, the night had been tranquil and peaceful, full of complete serenity. But as they neared the looming mansion, dread feelings began to permeate the darkness.
Shawn stopped in his tracks, Madison halting slightly behind him in the exact moment. "There's something out there."
Madison gulped nervously, edging closer to Shawn. "What is it?"
Shawn stepped back slightly, taking Madison's shaking hand in his own trembling hand. "It's the shadow. It's the shadow. It's coming."
Madison gasped. There was a shadow! It crouched ahead of them, blocking their way into the silent mansion. Blood-red eyes, filled with malice and hatred, glared at the shivering couple, large, midnight black claws scraping hideously against the stone pathway, leaving black furrows as it crawled forward.
"You may have found Kanthel, Nicolus, but I shall have my way in the end!" the shadow's siblant hiss froze the blood in Madison's veins. She knew now why Shawn was so terrified by this creature. She felt as though her bones were made of jello; she couldn't move, even in the face of this horrible thing.
The shadow hissed, low and menacingly, and hopped forward a pace, crouched crab-like on the ground, preparing to pounce-
(The Hooverville the Gang is currently living in is quite spread out now, consisting of several shacks and lean-to's, as well as two or three tents they managed to salvage from the Mac 'N Cheeze truck following the explosion. The Gang has gotten it decorated to their liking, and are now racking their brains for a way across the border through the large barbed-wire fence.)
Raye: Well, does anyone have any gardening shears?
(Everyone gives her a strange look.)
Li: Gardening shears? Who in their right mind keeps gardening shears with them?
Psycho: I may have a pair in my purse! I'll just go look!
(Runs off humming happily.)
Li: I made my point. I asked if anyone in their RIGHT mind carried gardening shears around. Not if anyone with Psycho's mind carries them around.
Psycho (from inside her shack): Nope! I must have left them at home with my extra Korn CD.
Sakura: Extra CD?
Psycho: I've got three.
(Everyone's sweatdrops.)
Max: I'm gonna go take a nap. Can I sleep in your shack, Raye?
Raye: Sure, but why don't you just use yours?
Max: I couldn't get any sleep in there. The walls are coated with posters and pictures of my lickety-boo Logan. Who could fall asleep with so many handsomely green eyes staring down at you?
Raye: You can use the shack, but if you touch even one thing of mine, you'll be shipped home to Mama in pieces!
Max (mock saluting): Yessum!
(Max grabs her sleeping bag and shuts Raye's door behind her. Lining the walls of Raye's shack are anime posters. Dolls from various shows and mangas litter the floor. On crude shelves Raye made herself sit beanie babies and several hundred tapes {A'sN: A terrible habit of mine is to tape everything humanly possible. Tv shows, movies, music videos, commercials, infomercials, nothing's safe from my recording button.}. Max settles into her sleeping bag and tries to fall asleep. Nearly an hour later, she's awaken from a deep sleep filled with sexy Logans by a high-pitched, very annoying voice. At first, she thinks it's Ameoba Boy, but then she decides that it's too low in pitch to be his voice. She sits up and blinks blearily.)
Max: Who's there?
Eerie Voices: We're he-re!
Max: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
