Sakura in Paris 2
Part Sixteen: The Past's Nightmares
Fuzzy Wuzzy: RETREAT!!! WE MUST RETREAT!! FALL BACK!!! FALL BACK!!!
Raye (laughing maniacally): HAH HAH YOU SISSIES!!! GO AHEAD AND RUN!! WE CAN TAKE YA ANYTIME!!! *(^0^)*
Max: Raye?
Raye: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! *(^0^)*
Max: Raye?
Raye: HAHAHAHAH- *(^0^)*
(SLAP!)
Max: RAYE, SHUT THE HELL UP!! [oOo]
Raye (rubbing at a red, hand-marked cheek): Ow! Why'd ya go and do that?
Ms. Sinic: She had to knock some sense into you.
Ameoba Boy: More like slap some sense into you.
Raye (advancing menacingly): I'd like to slap some sense into YOU.
Psycho: Who's up for a barbecque?
Christopher: I'm in! But what are we going to barbecque? Rattlesnakes again?
Psycho: Beanie Babies!
(Everyone runs for cover to hurk in peace.)
Psycho (chewing reflectively): Hmmm. A bit gamey, and it could use some paprika, but over-all very good!
{Disclaimer}
Raye: "Santa Claus is coming . . . to town!"
Ms. Sinic: What'n the hell?
Raye (wearing a Santa cap and throwing X-Mas confetti everywhere): Everyone celebrate! It's Christmas!
Max: Raye, it's July.
Raye: You guys just don't have the Christmas spirit! Don't you know that Christmas is year-long?
Ms. Sinic (sarcastically): No, I guess it just skipped my mind. ~/-_-~
Raye (singing to the tune of "Jingle Bells"): I don't own, I don't own, I don't own CCS!
"Nicolus, you may come in now."
The young man with brown-blonde hair and troubled green eyes stood from the uncomfortable chair he had sat in for the past four hours, his eyes worried and fearful. The doctor standing in the dark doorway sighed and wiped her hands on her faded white apron.
"She won't survive the night. You have a few hours left together at best."
Tears filled the sad green eyes. "Isn't there anything you can do?"
The doctor slowly, ruefully, shook her head. "The disease is like none I've ever seen before. Her life is in God's hands now."
The wasted and thin figure beneath the patchwork quilt looked nothing like the vibrant woman Nicolus knew so very well.
Kanthel's head turned towards the doorway as her new husband entered softly. "Nico."
The soft, resigned voice broke Nicolus's heart. "Kan."
"Come sit with me until I leave." Kanthel's voice was a husky whisper, tears filled her delicate grey eyes.
Nicolus fairly collapsed by the death-bed, resting his hands on Kanthel's own whithered ones. The dark black hair that had always had such a sheen and luster to it fell across Kanthel's white face, damp and faded.
"No, Kanthel. You'll pull through. I don't care what the doctors say. You're strong, you'll pull through." Nicolus knew his voice sounded hollow and empty.
Kanthel smiled softly. "My days are done, love. I'm sorry to have to leave you so soon, but God wants me Upstairs so badly."
"Don't talk like that, Kanthel!" Nicolus cried, tears falling silently to the bright quilt.
"Love, don't feel sorry for me. Go on with your life. We'll meet again Upstairs, after you leave here." Kanthel's voice was soothing and reassuring.
"I can't bear to lose you." Nicolus whispered.
"Take this, Nico." Kanthel whispered, her voice fading as quickly as her life.
Nicolus looked down through his tears at the object his wife pushed into his hands. It was the wedding gift he had given her, the gold locket with their picture in it.
"Remember me." Kanthel's voice was barely audible.
"Kan." Nicolus murmured in aguish as his wife's eyes fluttered shut.
"Goodbye, Nico."
"NO!!!!"
Shawn bolted up in his bed, tears and sweat mingling together.
"It was another one last night, Madison." Shawn murmured, rubbing at black-circled eyes.
Madison rested a reassuring hand on the troubled boy's arm. "I'm sure it's just nightmares."
Shawn shook his head resolutely. "I wish they were. But it's memories from my past, Madison. Ever since that encounter with Garlin at the Eiffel Tower,"
"I do! I just want you to go AWAY!!!" Shawn cried, feeling a strange power burning inside.
A sudden crack cut through the air, and the shadow disappeared.
"And that strange power surfacing,"
"Shawn! I'm slipping!" Madison screamed.
A burst of light engulfed the two, blinding and disorienting them. And suddenly, Madison was standing beside Shawn.
"How did . . .?" Madison asked breathlessly.
Shawn looked at her in startled amazement. "I'm not sure."
"I've been having them every night. But last night . . ." Shawn trailed off as tears filled his eyes. "It was worse than ever before."
The tears flooded Nicolus as the last breath escaped Kanthel's lips. As the great racking sobs overtook the desolate young man, an evil cackle filled the room.
"I swore that you'd be lonely, didn't I, Nicolus?"
"Garlin," Nicolus whispered in pain. "Why would you do this to me?!"
"I want to make you suffer the same way you made me!"
Total loneliness and dread filled Nicolus as the cackling voice faded into the distance, leaving him alone in the cold, dark room with his dear wife's body.
Boo hoo! Hand me another Kleenex! I'm getting to be a real downer! But don't worry, I hope to get a least a little more cheerful as the story progresses.
Ms. Sinic: Come and play kickball with us, Raye!
Raye: Coming!
(The Gang is playing kickball with a tumbleweed, and the goal is an old tire sitting atop of a large, steep hill that rolls down towards the border fence. Little does anyone know that Max is sleeping inside of the tire.)
Ameoba Boy: Pass is to me, Sakura!
(Sakura kicks the tumbleweed to the microorganism, who starts to kick it towards the goal.)
Raye: Don't let 'im score, Christopher!
(Christopher dives to intercept the tumbleweed, but Ameoba Boy manages (Somehow) to dodge past him.)
Ameoba Boy: Boohyah!
(The paramecium kicks out at the tumbleweed, but accidently misses and kicks the tire goal.)
Max (waking up): Whaaaat? AHHHHHHH!!!
(The tire goes rolling down the hill, picking up speed as it goes.)
Ameoba Boy (as everyone glares angrily at him): oooops......
Part Sixteen: The Past's Nightmares
Fuzzy Wuzzy: RETREAT!!! WE MUST RETREAT!! FALL BACK!!! FALL BACK!!!
Raye (laughing maniacally): HAH HAH YOU SISSIES!!! GO AHEAD AND RUN!! WE CAN TAKE YA ANYTIME!!! *(^0^)*
Max: Raye?
Raye: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! *(^0^)*
Max: Raye?
Raye: HAHAHAHAH- *(^0^)*
(SLAP!)
Max: RAYE, SHUT THE HELL UP!! [oOo]
Raye (rubbing at a red, hand-marked cheek): Ow! Why'd ya go and do that?
Ms. Sinic: She had to knock some sense into you.
Ameoba Boy: More like slap some sense into you.
Raye (advancing menacingly): I'd like to slap some sense into YOU.
Psycho: Who's up for a barbecque?
Christopher: I'm in! But what are we going to barbecque? Rattlesnakes again?
Psycho: Beanie Babies!
(Everyone runs for cover to hurk in peace.)
Psycho (chewing reflectively): Hmmm. A bit gamey, and it could use some paprika, but over-all very good!
{Disclaimer}
Raye: "Santa Claus is coming . . . to town!"
Ms. Sinic: What'n the hell?
Raye (wearing a Santa cap and throwing X-Mas confetti everywhere): Everyone celebrate! It's Christmas!
Max: Raye, it's July.
Raye: You guys just don't have the Christmas spirit! Don't you know that Christmas is year-long?
Ms. Sinic (sarcastically): No, I guess it just skipped my mind. ~/-_-~
Raye (singing to the tune of "Jingle Bells"): I don't own, I don't own, I don't own CCS!
"Nicolus, you may come in now."
The young man with brown-blonde hair and troubled green eyes stood from the uncomfortable chair he had sat in for the past four hours, his eyes worried and fearful. The doctor standing in the dark doorway sighed and wiped her hands on her faded white apron.
"She won't survive the night. You have a few hours left together at best."
Tears filled the sad green eyes. "Isn't there anything you can do?"
The doctor slowly, ruefully, shook her head. "The disease is like none I've ever seen before. Her life is in God's hands now."
The wasted and thin figure beneath the patchwork quilt looked nothing like the vibrant woman Nicolus knew so very well.
Kanthel's head turned towards the doorway as her new husband entered softly. "Nico."
The soft, resigned voice broke Nicolus's heart. "Kan."
"Come sit with me until I leave." Kanthel's voice was a husky whisper, tears filled her delicate grey eyes.
Nicolus fairly collapsed by the death-bed, resting his hands on Kanthel's own whithered ones. The dark black hair that had always had such a sheen and luster to it fell across Kanthel's white face, damp and faded.
"No, Kanthel. You'll pull through. I don't care what the doctors say. You're strong, you'll pull through." Nicolus knew his voice sounded hollow and empty.
Kanthel smiled softly. "My days are done, love. I'm sorry to have to leave you so soon, but God wants me Upstairs so badly."
"Don't talk like that, Kanthel!" Nicolus cried, tears falling silently to the bright quilt.
"Love, don't feel sorry for me. Go on with your life. We'll meet again Upstairs, after you leave here." Kanthel's voice was soothing and reassuring.
"I can't bear to lose you." Nicolus whispered.
"Take this, Nico." Kanthel whispered, her voice fading as quickly as her life.
Nicolus looked down through his tears at the object his wife pushed into his hands. It was the wedding gift he had given her, the gold locket with their picture in it.
"Remember me." Kanthel's voice was barely audible.
"Kan." Nicolus murmured in aguish as his wife's eyes fluttered shut.
"Goodbye, Nico."
"NO!!!!"
Shawn bolted up in his bed, tears and sweat mingling together.
"It was another one last night, Madison." Shawn murmured, rubbing at black-circled eyes.
Madison rested a reassuring hand on the troubled boy's arm. "I'm sure it's just nightmares."
Shawn shook his head resolutely. "I wish they were. But it's memories from my past, Madison. Ever since that encounter with Garlin at the Eiffel Tower,"
"I do! I just want you to go AWAY!!!" Shawn cried, feeling a strange power burning inside.
A sudden crack cut through the air, and the shadow disappeared.
"And that strange power surfacing,"
"Shawn! I'm slipping!" Madison screamed.
A burst of light engulfed the two, blinding and disorienting them. And suddenly, Madison was standing beside Shawn.
"How did . . .?" Madison asked breathlessly.
Shawn looked at her in startled amazement. "I'm not sure."
"I've been having them every night. But last night . . ." Shawn trailed off as tears filled his eyes. "It was worse than ever before."
The tears flooded Nicolus as the last breath escaped Kanthel's lips. As the great racking sobs overtook the desolate young man, an evil cackle filled the room.
"I swore that you'd be lonely, didn't I, Nicolus?"
"Garlin," Nicolus whispered in pain. "Why would you do this to me?!"
"I want to make you suffer the same way you made me!"
Total loneliness and dread filled Nicolus as the cackling voice faded into the distance, leaving him alone in the cold, dark room with his dear wife's body.
Boo hoo! Hand me another Kleenex! I'm getting to be a real downer! But don't worry, I hope to get a least a little more cheerful as the story progresses.
Ms. Sinic: Come and play kickball with us, Raye!
Raye: Coming!
(The Gang is playing kickball with a tumbleweed, and the goal is an old tire sitting atop of a large, steep hill that rolls down towards the border fence. Little does anyone know that Max is sleeping inside of the tire.)
Ameoba Boy: Pass is to me, Sakura!
(Sakura kicks the tumbleweed to the microorganism, who starts to kick it towards the goal.)
Raye: Don't let 'im score, Christopher!
(Christopher dives to intercept the tumbleweed, but Ameoba Boy manages (Somehow) to dodge past him.)
Ameoba Boy: Boohyah!
(The paramecium kicks out at the tumbleweed, but accidently misses and kicks the tire goal.)
Max (waking up): Whaaaat? AHHHHHHH!!!
(The tire goes rolling down the hill, picking up speed as it goes.)
Ameoba Boy (as everyone glares angrily at him): oooops......
