~ 7 ~
Late Nightmare
It soon got dark and I figured it was best to take Shorty back to the Pizza Parlor before Cutter has another nervous break down. But when I turned around, she was gone.
"Must've headed back herself." I muttered. I looked behind me and saw a stage with a vending machine on the left, a blue dog shaped candy machine in the middle and an Ice Cream sand on the right with a snowman standing behind it.
I shrugged and turned to leave when I heard someone talking.
"Excuse me, Mr. Snowman! Can you play this for me, please!?"
"Of course, little girl."
I turned back to the stage and fell over in shock when I saw Shorty handing an 8-track tape to the snowman who took it and popped it into his AM/FM stereo CD and cassette player.
"Shorty! You trying to get us kicked out!?" I hissed standing in front of the stage.
"Aw, come on, Heat," she whined, "Just one song and then I'll leave. I promise." I sighed and threw my hand over my face.
"Alright," I said, "Just one song and then we're out of here. I don't want Cutter getting on my case again about keeping you out here this late."
Shorty squeeled and ran to the center of the stage as the music started. I took a seat on one of the chairs that were lined up in front of the stage. As the song played, I watched as Shorty started dancing around. Then something strange happened.
Ice Cream and soda began criss-crossing each other from behind Shorty, the ice cream coming from the stand and the soda coming from the vending machine. Half way through the song, the whole stage lit up and the snowman jumped out of the Ice Cream stand and began swaying back and forth on one leg while candy poured out of the dog's mouth like a fountain. I bit my lower lip, hoping this doesn't alert security...it was drawing a crowd though.
Before I realized it, the deserted seats were filled with a mop of cheering people. Shorty's mouse was so energetic, it jumped out of her pocket and began dancing with her. I looked at that towering statue and noticed its eyes were now glowing. There were a couple of guys in black business suits and shades, watching Shorty with no expressions whatsoever (They looked like a couple of stone statues if you ask me). One of them pulled out a cell and dialed a few numbers.
"Shung, sir," the guy said in a deep voice, "You're not going to believe this, but I think we found ourselves another groove-tron dwelling dancer." The guy then hangs up and gives me this look that sent chills down my spine, but I just acted like nothing was bothering me.
When the song ended, the robot's eyes stopped glowing as well as the stage. The candy, soda and ice cream stopped coming out and the snowman went back into the Ice Cream stand, taking the tape out and handing it back to Shorty who went up to retrieve it. Afterwards, the cheering crowd got up and left.
"That was fun!" Shorty squeeled as we headed for the exit of the carnival, "I wish we could do it again soon!"
"Soon? Why not now?" said a voice. Suddenly, a giant hand shot out and grabbed us, leaving only our head and shoulders sticking out as we were lifted off the ground.
"What's going on?" Shorty cried.
"You're askin' me!?" I yelled.
"Shung, sir. That's the one who was dancing on that old abbandoned stage," said the man from Shorty's 10 minute concert.
"So, I was right," said the shadow that was behind him. He walked down the arm, making himself visable in front of the bright moonlight. He was the same guy who tried to kidnap Shorty earlier. He must be that Shung guy the man on the cell was talking to, "And looky here. The guy who burned me is with her, as usual."
Shung bent down to us and rested his arms on his knees. The hand I burnt was wrapped in a bandage as blood seeped through. The sight of it was beginning to freak me out. Shung saw this and grinned sinisterly.
"What's the matter, kid? You hemophobic?" he teased, "the all mighty Fireboy is afraid of a little blood." He then began rubbing his blood- stained wrist on my face, smearing me with blood until I bit him in the wrist. Shung screamed and punched me in the face before he stumbled back, holding his wrist. I felt something dribbling out of my nose and into my mouth, a salty taste on my tounge. Drops of blood fell out of my nose and landed on the silver skin of the robot. I wanted to move my hand to cover my nose, but the robot's grip was so strong, I could barely budge.
"Your bite is worst than the rat's!" Shung snarled, rubbing his bloody wrist.
"He's not a rat!" Shorty snapped. One of the men in black hit her over the head with the handle of a hand gun, leaving her limp and unconscious with blood dribbling down her forehead, making me freak out even more.
"Oh, that is just wrong!" I yelled.
"Believe me, kid," Shung said coldly, "there's more where that came from. A lot more."
I opened my mouth to say something, but Shung turned around and walked up the robots arm, saying, "I'm through here, let's go."
A huge chopper appeared over the robot as people began running in fear. The door under the chopper slid open as a pair of claws dropped out and grabbed the shoulders of the robot, lifting it off the ground, taking Shorty and me with it.
Once inside, the robot dropped us as the men in black grabbed us and threw us into a room with metal walls. One of them pressed three buttons on a remote next to the doorway, causing a fuchia colored, neon wall to appear.
"You kids better get confortable," the guy said, "cause it's going to be a long trip." he then laughed and turned to walk off. I got up and ran towards the doorway only to get knocked to the ground by the amount of power coming from the fuchia colored forcefield.
"This is just great!" I grumbled to myself, "Devo and the other might be wondering where I am while I'm stuck here, waiting to find out what those bastards are going to do to me!"
"Cutter...where are you!? I'm scared!" mumbled a voice. I turned around and looked at Shorty who was trembling everywhere. She was looking pale and there was more blood coming out of her head. The guy must've hit her harder than I thought.
I picked up Shorty and carried her to one of the walls in the room. I sat down and leaned my back against the wall, resting Shorty on my lap. I could hear her whimpering as tears started to stream down her face. I sighed and wiped one of the tears from her cheek with my thumb. After a while, she seemed to have calmed down and stopped trembling. I almost thought she was dead...until I heard her breathing. I sighed with relief and continued to cuddle her as the night wore on.
It soon got dark and I figured it was best to take Shorty back to the Pizza Parlor before Cutter has another nervous break down. But when I turned around, she was gone.
"Must've headed back herself." I muttered. I looked behind me and saw a stage with a vending machine on the left, a blue dog shaped candy machine in the middle and an Ice Cream sand on the right with a snowman standing behind it.
I shrugged and turned to leave when I heard someone talking.
"Excuse me, Mr. Snowman! Can you play this for me, please!?"
"Of course, little girl."
I turned back to the stage and fell over in shock when I saw Shorty handing an 8-track tape to the snowman who took it and popped it into his AM/FM stereo CD and cassette player.
"Shorty! You trying to get us kicked out!?" I hissed standing in front of the stage.
"Aw, come on, Heat," she whined, "Just one song and then I'll leave. I promise." I sighed and threw my hand over my face.
"Alright," I said, "Just one song and then we're out of here. I don't want Cutter getting on my case again about keeping you out here this late."
Shorty squeeled and ran to the center of the stage as the music started. I took a seat on one of the chairs that were lined up in front of the stage. As the song played, I watched as Shorty started dancing around. Then something strange happened.
Ice Cream and soda began criss-crossing each other from behind Shorty, the ice cream coming from the stand and the soda coming from the vending machine. Half way through the song, the whole stage lit up and the snowman jumped out of the Ice Cream stand and began swaying back and forth on one leg while candy poured out of the dog's mouth like a fountain. I bit my lower lip, hoping this doesn't alert security...it was drawing a crowd though.
Before I realized it, the deserted seats were filled with a mop of cheering people. Shorty's mouse was so energetic, it jumped out of her pocket and began dancing with her. I looked at that towering statue and noticed its eyes were now glowing. There were a couple of guys in black business suits and shades, watching Shorty with no expressions whatsoever (They looked like a couple of stone statues if you ask me). One of them pulled out a cell and dialed a few numbers.
"Shung, sir," the guy said in a deep voice, "You're not going to believe this, but I think we found ourselves another groove-tron dwelling dancer." The guy then hangs up and gives me this look that sent chills down my spine, but I just acted like nothing was bothering me.
When the song ended, the robot's eyes stopped glowing as well as the stage. The candy, soda and ice cream stopped coming out and the snowman went back into the Ice Cream stand, taking the tape out and handing it back to Shorty who went up to retrieve it. Afterwards, the cheering crowd got up and left.
"That was fun!" Shorty squeeled as we headed for the exit of the carnival, "I wish we could do it again soon!"
"Soon? Why not now?" said a voice. Suddenly, a giant hand shot out and grabbed us, leaving only our head and shoulders sticking out as we were lifted off the ground.
"What's going on?" Shorty cried.
"You're askin' me!?" I yelled.
"Shung, sir. That's the one who was dancing on that old abbandoned stage," said the man from Shorty's 10 minute concert.
"So, I was right," said the shadow that was behind him. He walked down the arm, making himself visable in front of the bright moonlight. He was the same guy who tried to kidnap Shorty earlier. He must be that Shung guy the man on the cell was talking to, "And looky here. The guy who burned me is with her, as usual."
Shung bent down to us and rested his arms on his knees. The hand I burnt was wrapped in a bandage as blood seeped through. The sight of it was beginning to freak me out. Shung saw this and grinned sinisterly.
"What's the matter, kid? You hemophobic?" he teased, "the all mighty Fireboy is afraid of a little blood." He then began rubbing his blood- stained wrist on my face, smearing me with blood until I bit him in the wrist. Shung screamed and punched me in the face before he stumbled back, holding his wrist. I felt something dribbling out of my nose and into my mouth, a salty taste on my tounge. Drops of blood fell out of my nose and landed on the silver skin of the robot. I wanted to move my hand to cover my nose, but the robot's grip was so strong, I could barely budge.
"Your bite is worst than the rat's!" Shung snarled, rubbing his bloody wrist.
"He's not a rat!" Shorty snapped. One of the men in black hit her over the head with the handle of a hand gun, leaving her limp and unconscious with blood dribbling down her forehead, making me freak out even more.
"Oh, that is just wrong!" I yelled.
"Believe me, kid," Shung said coldly, "there's more where that came from. A lot more."
I opened my mouth to say something, but Shung turned around and walked up the robots arm, saying, "I'm through here, let's go."
A huge chopper appeared over the robot as people began running in fear. The door under the chopper slid open as a pair of claws dropped out and grabbed the shoulders of the robot, lifting it off the ground, taking Shorty and me with it.
Once inside, the robot dropped us as the men in black grabbed us and threw us into a room with metal walls. One of them pressed three buttons on a remote next to the doorway, causing a fuchia colored, neon wall to appear.
"You kids better get confortable," the guy said, "cause it's going to be a long trip." he then laughed and turned to walk off. I got up and ran towards the doorway only to get knocked to the ground by the amount of power coming from the fuchia colored forcefield.
"This is just great!" I grumbled to myself, "Devo and the other might be wondering where I am while I'm stuck here, waiting to find out what those bastards are going to do to me!"
"Cutter...where are you!? I'm scared!" mumbled a voice. I turned around and looked at Shorty who was trembling everywhere. She was looking pale and there was more blood coming out of her head. The guy must've hit her harder than I thought.
I picked up Shorty and carried her to one of the walls in the room. I sat down and leaned my back against the wall, resting Shorty on my lap. I could hear her whimpering as tears started to stream down her face. I sighed and wiped one of the tears from her cheek with my thumb. After a while, she seemed to have calmed down and stopped trembling. I almost thought she was dead...until I heard her breathing. I sighed with relief and continued to cuddle her as the night wore on.