(A/N: As always, I'd like to sincerely thank everyone who enjoys and reviews my work. I'm starting to get the hang of this "writing" thing....I think. Anyway, on with the chapter.)
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Garam.....Tab....you meant so much to me. And now you're gone. Just like the others who fell before that psycho's killing spree....
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"How....how could you, Yo-Yo? How could you do this to us? To Garam? To Tab?" Tears fell steadily down her face, smearing her makeup.
"No," Yo-Yo replied blankly, obviously still in shock, "It wasn't me. It was....it was..?"
Slate moved quickly behind Yo-Yo, grabbing both his arms and pinning them behind his back. "Just come out and admit it, damnit! You did it! We walked in on you before you could leave your little note, huh?"
"Slate, calm down. We...we don't know for sure it's Yo-Yo." Beat moved to seperate them, but they could all see he believed Yo-Yo had done it.
"What the hell are you talking about, Beat? He has blood all over him, and he's zoned as shit. I say we kill him now....pay him back for what he did to Garam and Tab...." Slate was in a fit of rage. He shifted his grip, grabbing both hands of the much smaller and much weaker Yo-Yo in one of his. WIth the other, he closed his hand over the base of the rod protruding from the fallen GG's neck, yanking it out and pushing it up against Yo-Yo's temple. "Let's see how you like it, huh? You wanna be shish-kebabed you fucking bastard?"
Combo dashed at Slate, swinging his boombox and knocking the weapon out of his hands. "No more killing. No more blood. If it really was him, I say we turn him into the keisatsu."
"We got no proof, C. Only thing they'll do is put him into the Rudie Rehabilitation Program, and he'll be out as soon as they "fix" him. And when he does, he'll be back to get us. I say we don't take that chance..."
Slate's eyes narrowed hatefully down at Yo-Yo.
"I got an idea," Piranha spoke up, "Instead of...well, what Slate said, why don't we just....restrain him until we figure this out. We don't have any proof yet, and I don't want to jump to conclusions."
"Yeah....yeah, alright." Beat grabbed a nearby chair, sliding it over to Slate. "Tie him up. We can leave in my room. I'll sleep on the couch."
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Yo-Yo put up little resistance as Slate tied him to the chair with stolen rope and duct tape. All he offered was the occasional emotionless plea of innocence. He was moved upstairs into Beat's room, where they sat his chair down in the closet. The closet had a shelf moved in front of it.
"Well, all the neccessary, and some unneccessary, precautions were taken." Mew said plainly as she and Slate made their way down the stairs. Someone's gonna hafta get him some food later."
"That bastard don't deserve nothin'," Slate sneered.
"Hey! What did I say before?" Beat looked over semi-sternly at him, "we don't know for sure it was him, and until we do he's still got rights as a GG. One of those is the right to junk food."
"Whatever...." Slate muttered inaudibly.
"I'm up for some taggin'," Cube grinned widely, trying to ward off their gloomy moods, "How 'bout y'all?"
"Yeah...I'm up for that!" Piranha cracked a smile, looking around at the others.
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No assignments this time. Immediately after they left the garage, they all split up, going off to tag their own favorite places. Mew had volunteered to stay behind and watch Yo-Yo.
"C'mon, Gum! You comin' or what?" Beat whizzed by the female rudie, who was tagging the side of a bank.
Beat leapt up and grinded up the twisting rail up to the rooftops of Benten-Cho, followed closely by Gum, she leaving a half-finished tag in her wake.
Out of the corner of his eye, Beat saw a flash of a metallic can and a tan uniform. Noise Tanks. "Hey Gearhead!" he yelled over at him, using the term his gang used for all of the high-tech Benten crazies. He dashed towards the Noise Tank at full speed, watching as the rudie stared at him emotionlessly. At the last second, Beat veered to the right just barely, but enough to knock the techie off balance. Right behind him, out of nowhere, Gum slammed into "Gearhead" shoulder-first, knocking the wind out of him and making him stumble back into a wall.
"What are you doing here, Noise Tank?" Beat screeched to a halt in front of the loopy rudie, still slumped on the ground, but not unconscious. "I thought we cleared you out of here a long time ago."
"The Noise Tanks will.....never die. Unlike you GGs.......I hear your members are dropping like flies. And it's one of your own members doing it. Talk about stability." He chuckled, and Beat and Gum could tell he was grinning from ear to ear under his mask.
Gum grew hot with rage. She reared back and kicked the Gearhead squarely in his jaw, digging her skate in as hard as she could. This time she knew he was out. "Fucker," she murmured. Then in a normal voice, "let's get out of here. Go see what the others are up to."
"Yeah...yeah, sure," he said, as they both dashed off.
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"Man, I'm gettin' hungry." Mew heard her stomach churn, as she looked up from "I Love Lucy" reruns. "I guess you're probably pretty hungry, too, huh Yo-Yo," she said, knowing full well he couldn't answer back, but could hear her. "I don't believe it was you that....well, you know. I'm sorry to go along with this, but...it's just to be safe. I hope you understand." She sat up in Beat's messed up LAZ-E-BOY, and headed downstairs.
"Hmm....I hope Piranha picked up those rice cakes," she said randomly, "I've been asking her for like a week now." After a few minutes, her searches had produced a glass of milk, a bag of Chips Ahoy, and
a half-eaten bag of caramel rice cakes.
"Alright Yo-Yo, I'm back." she called into the room. When she entered, the TV had been turned off, the chair was no longer sitting up against the closet, and the only thing she could hear was panicked, muffled yells coming from the closet. Cautiously, she made her way towards Yo-Yo's "holding cell". Working up her courage, she clasped the closet handle. She turned the knob and threw the closet open. She never even got to scream.........
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(A/N: R&R!! that is all. Heh.)
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Garam.....Tab....you meant so much to me. And now you're gone. Just like the others who fell before that psycho's killing spree....
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"How....how could you, Yo-Yo? How could you do this to us? To Garam? To Tab?" Tears fell steadily down her face, smearing her makeup.
"No," Yo-Yo replied blankly, obviously still in shock, "It wasn't me. It was....it was..?"
Slate moved quickly behind Yo-Yo, grabbing both his arms and pinning them behind his back. "Just come out and admit it, damnit! You did it! We walked in on you before you could leave your little note, huh?"
"Slate, calm down. We...we don't know for sure it's Yo-Yo." Beat moved to seperate them, but they could all see he believed Yo-Yo had done it.
"What the hell are you talking about, Beat? He has blood all over him, and he's zoned as shit. I say we kill him now....pay him back for what he did to Garam and Tab...." Slate was in a fit of rage. He shifted his grip, grabbing both hands of the much smaller and much weaker Yo-Yo in one of his. WIth the other, he closed his hand over the base of the rod protruding from the fallen GG's neck, yanking it out and pushing it up against Yo-Yo's temple. "Let's see how you like it, huh? You wanna be shish-kebabed you fucking bastard?"
Combo dashed at Slate, swinging his boombox and knocking the weapon out of his hands. "No more killing. No more blood. If it really was him, I say we turn him into the keisatsu."
"We got no proof, C. Only thing they'll do is put him into the Rudie Rehabilitation Program, and he'll be out as soon as they "fix" him. And when he does, he'll be back to get us. I say we don't take that chance..."
Slate's eyes narrowed hatefully down at Yo-Yo.
"I got an idea," Piranha spoke up, "Instead of...well, what Slate said, why don't we just....restrain him until we figure this out. We don't have any proof yet, and I don't want to jump to conclusions."
"Yeah....yeah, alright." Beat grabbed a nearby chair, sliding it over to Slate. "Tie him up. We can leave in my room. I'll sleep on the couch."
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Yo-Yo put up little resistance as Slate tied him to the chair with stolen rope and duct tape. All he offered was the occasional emotionless plea of innocence. He was moved upstairs into Beat's room, where they sat his chair down in the closet. The closet had a shelf moved in front of it.
"Well, all the neccessary, and some unneccessary, precautions were taken." Mew said plainly as she and Slate made their way down the stairs. Someone's gonna hafta get him some food later."
"That bastard don't deserve nothin'," Slate sneered.
"Hey! What did I say before?" Beat looked over semi-sternly at him, "we don't know for sure it was him, and until we do he's still got rights as a GG. One of those is the right to junk food."
"Whatever...." Slate muttered inaudibly.
"I'm up for some taggin'," Cube grinned widely, trying to ward off their gloomy moods, "How 'bout y'all?"
"Yeah...I'm up for that!" Piranha cracked a smile, looking around at the others.
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No assignments this time. Immediately after they left the garage, they all split up, going off to tag their own favorite places. Mew had volunteered to stay behind and watch Yo-Yo.
"C'mon, Gum! You comin' or what?" Beat whizzed by the female rudie, who was tagging the side of a bank.
Beat leapt up and grinded up the twisting rail up to the rooftops of Benten-Cho, followed closely by Gum, she leaving a half-finished tag in her wake.
Out of the corner of his eye, Beat saw a flash of a metallic can and a tan uniform. Noise Tanks. "Hey Gearhead!" he yelled over at him, using the term his gang used for all of the high-tech Benten crazies. He dashed towards the Noise Tank at full speed, watching as the rudie stared at him emotionlessly. At the last second, Beat veered to the right just barely, but enough to knock the techie off balance. Right behind him, out of nowhere, Gum slammed into "Gearhead" shoulder-first, knocking the wind out of him and making him stumble back into a wall.
"What are you doing here, Noise Tank?" Beat screeched to a halt in front of the loopy rudie, still slumped on the ground, but not unconscious. "I thought we cleared you out of here a long time ago."
"The Noise Tanks will.....never die. Unlike you GGs.......I hear your members are dropping like flies. And it's one of your own members doing it. Talk about stability." He chuckled, and Beat and Gum could tell he was grinning from ear to ear under his mask.
Gum grew hot with rage. She reared back and kicked the Gearhead squarely in his jaw, digging her skate in as hard as she could. This time she knew he was out. "Fucker," she murmured. Then in a normal voice, "let's get out of here. Go see what the others are up to."
"Yeah...yeah, sure," he said, as they both dashed off.
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"Man, I'm gettin' hungry." Mew heard her stomach churn, as she looked up from "I Love Lucy" reruns. "I guess you're probably pretty hungry, too, huh Yo-Yo," she said, knowing full well he couldn't answer back, but could hear her. "I don't believe it was you that....well, you know. I'm sorry to go along with this, but...it's just to be safe. I hope you understand." She sat up in Beat's messed up LAZ-E-BOY, and headed downstairs.
"Hmm....I hope Piranha picked up those rice cakes," she said randomly, "I've been asking her for like a week now." After a few minutes, her searches had produced a glass of milk, a bag of Chips Ahoy, and
a half-eaten bag of caramel rice cakes.
"Alright Yo-Yo, I'm back." she called into the room. When she entered, the TV had been turned off, the chair was no longer sitting up against the closet, and the only thing she could hear was panicked, muffled yells coming from the closet. Cautiously, she made her way towards Yo-Yo's "holding cell". Working up her courage, she clasped the closet handle. She turned the knob and threw the closet open. She never even got to scream.........
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(A/N: R&R!! that is all. Heh.)