The return of the Neotastic 5, part 4
Aizii
We were taken in a large, luxurious limousine. Lindz and I were getting increasingly nervous, and suddenly, going as pets didn't seem such a good idea. The mansion the party would take place in was up ahead. I felt sick.
"Good Luck." Lindz whispered, squeezing my hand. I gave a weak smile. Finally, we pulled up outside the Mansion. Luxurious red carpet led up to a solid Oak door, wide open leading into a magnificent hall.
"Show time," I muttered, and we got out the limousine. Immediately, cameras flashed and journalists yelled questions at us. With a fixated grin, I waved to the cameras, whilst muttering, "They never told us about this," out of the corner of my mouth to Lindz.
"Keep smiling," Lindz hissed, smiling. Finally, the flashing stopped and we were in the hallway. All around, Neopians, dressed up as pets, were talking. I spotted several Kougras, as well as one funny looking Uni. By the looks of it, I was the only Faerie pet, something that didn't go unnoticed.
"Dar-ling," A girl of about 16 waddled up in a Bruce suit, obviously tailored by the best. "Darling, where did you get that delightful Aisha suit from?"
I looked at Lindz, who unhelpfully shrugged. "Oh, I er.made it myself." I stumbled.
The Woman didn't look convinced, but smiled in a fake way. "Those Aisha ears are very realistic. Could I try them on?" She asked. I had to fight to control my facial expression as my mind raced.
"No, sorry. Tailored fit." I said quickly and rushed off. After an apologetic Shrug, Lindz followed, giggling softly. We ran into the room, and found it full of tables and a large stage in one corner, with several people standing there.
"That was close." Lindz giggled.
"Too close." I replied, breathing heavily. "Look, what do we need to actually do?"
Lindz shrugged. "Isn't there a passage or something?"
Suddenly, a nervous looking man, dressed up in as a Tonu and obviously embarrassed, stood up and tapped a microphone. "Ex.Excuse me?" He stuttered. "If you would t..t..take a s..s..s..seat, I would be v.v..ery gr..gr..greatful."
We settled down, all watching the embarrassed man blush bright pink. Lindz was giggling, trying to stifle them without much luck. I nudged her in the ribs, accompanied with a hissed, "Shut up".
"Sorry," She muttered.
The blushing man motioned for silence, and it soon fell over the crowd. A glamorous looking woman, with long, bushy brown hair, a gleaming smile and an obviously tailored made Aisha suit walked off, the head of her costume pulled back and hair fluffed up. The man, if possible, flushed a brighter pink. This time, both Lindz and I dissolved into laughter, but we weren't the only ones.
"Welcome," She smiled an award winning toothpaste smile, whilst still remaining 'professional'. "Tonight, we will hand out awards to the few we believe made an outstanding achievement in their costumes. Without further adieu, I'll announce the runner up." The man, blushing worse than ever, handed her a gold envelope. It was like the Oscars or something.
"Oh brother." Lindz rolled her eyes at me. I giggled and made a face similar to 'Oh well I didn't win but I'm happy for the winner'.
"The runner up is a miss. Sara!" The Women cried. My eyes widened in shock and I looked at Lindz in amazement. She grinned and gave me thumbs up.
In a daze, I walked onto the stage. Everyone applauded me, but I was barely listening. For as I stepped up on the stage, I recognised someone. It was the gangster from the blotched mission.
As the women handed me an envelope, she whispered, "Say something." In a daze, I walked over to the microphone and tapped it.
"Erm.Thanks?" I whispered, painfully shy. The audience laughed, everyone except the gangster. He knew who I was. I knew he knew. He knew I knew he knew. But how? "I'd love to stay and chat, but I er." I blinked and looked at Lindz in desperation. She shrugged. "I left the kettle on. Good morning, good evening and good night." With that, I practically sprinted off stage and ran to Lindz, the gangster's eyes never leaving me.
"Bravo." Lindz chuckled as I sat down, desperately ducking. "Great speech."
"Lindz, he's here." I said cryptically.
Lindz looked at me. "OK, that narrows it down a lot. Who's here?"
I raised an eyebrow and tugged at her sleeve. As we left the table, I added, "The trader. The one who tried to . ah, strangle me." I finished lamely. Lindz looked worried.
"We'd better get out of here." She muttered.
With that, we dashed towards the only available door we could see. It was a computer locked code. We stopped dead as we reached it, and Lindz looked at me with a helpless shrug.
"Erm." I paused and typed in a six digit number. Maybe it was a miracle, or perhaps it was a plan laid down at the beginning, but for some reason, the code worked. Hurriedly, we ran into the corridor and slammed the door shut.
"Um. Sara?" Lindz said hesitantly. "We're trapped."
We were in a small room, no more that 6ft x 6ft x 6ft. Small holes came out of each wall, and by the looks of things, there was no escape. Sudden, a voice boomed out, making us both jump.
"Night night, sleep tight, don't let the Spyders bite." It cackled. I shuddered - I have a fear of Spyders of any sort. Then I realised the cryptic message as a green gas was pumped into the room. Almost immediately, it took effect and we collapsed to the ground. My last thought seemed to echo and blow out of proportion in my dazed mind:
"I'll never see my 16th birthday."
***
I was flying, high above the clouds, soaring. I looked behind, unable to feel the steady pulse of my wings. Suddenly, with a jolt, I realised I didn't have any wings.
"ARGH!" I screamed as I plummeted to the ground. As I fell, angels danced around me, singing 'Sara'. They seemed to not care that I was falling to certain death. The ground flew up at me and I braced for the sickening crunch. Instead, the ground seemed to absorb my weight and bounce me back up. As I fell back to the ground, there was no magic bouncing ground to brace me. I hit the floor hard.
Thud.
***
"What the." I sat up straight, narrowly missing Lindz's nose, who was looking down at me in worry. I looked around, feeling dizzy and sick. We were in a tiny cell, only just big enough to pace ten times up and down.
"We're . ah. trapped." Lindz said, after a pause.
"Great," I sighed. "Just peachy."
The cell had never seen a blearier day, a more depressing day in all its time since being built. As Lindz and I sat in the cell, staring bleakly at the four grey walls, I felt a lone tear dribble down my cheek. This time, we wouldn't get a lucky shot, or a last minute escape. We lost. Big time.
To be continued.
Aizii
We were taken in a large, luxurious limousine. Lindz and I were getting increasingly nervous, and suddenly, going as pets didn't seem such a good idea. The mansion the party would take place in was up ahead. I felt sick.
"Good Luck." Lindz whispered, squeezing my hand. I gave a weak smile. Finally, we pulled up outside the Mansion. Luxurious red carpet led up to a solid Oak door, wide open leading into a magnificent hall.
"Show time," I muttered, and we got out the limousine. Immediately, cameras flashed and journalists yelled questions at us. With a fixated grin, I waved to the cameras, whilst muttering, "They never told us about this," out of the corner of my mouth to Lindz.
"Keep smiling," Lindz hissed, smiling. Finally, the flashing stopped and we were in the hallway. All around, Neopians, dressed up as pets, were talking. I spotted several Kougras, as well as one funny looking Uni. By the looks of it, I was the only Faerie pet, something that didn't go unnoticed.
"Dar-ling," A girl of about 16 waddled up in a Bruce suit, obviously tailored by the best. "Darling, where did you get that delightful Aisha suit from?"
I looked at Lindz, who unhelpfully shrugged. "Oh, I er.made it myself." I stumbled.
The Woman didn't look convinced, but smiled in a fake way. "Those Aisha ears are very realistic. Could I try them on?" She asked. I had to fight to control my facial expression as my mind raced.
"No, sorry. Tailored fit." I said quickly and rushed off. After an apologetic Shrug, Lindz followed, giggling softly. We ran into the room, and found it full of tables and a large stage in one corner, with several people standing there.
"That was close." Lindz giggled.
"Too close." I replied, breathing heavily. "Look, what do we need to actually do?"
Lindz shrugged. "Isn't there a passage or something?"
Suddenly, a nervous looking man, dressed up in as a Tonu and obviously embarrassed, stood up and tapped a microphone. "Ex.Excuse me?" He stuttered. "If you would t..t..take a s..s..s..seat, I would be v.v..ery gr..gr..greatful."
We settled down, all watching the embarrassed man blush bright pink. Lindz was giggling, trying to stifle them without much luck. I nudged her in the ribs, accompanied with a hissed, "Shut up".
"Sorry," She muttered.
The blushing man motioned for silence, and it soon fell over the crowd. A glamorous looking woman, with long, bushy brown hair, a gleaming smile and an obviously tailored made Aisha suit walked off, the head of her costume pulled back and hair fluffed up. The man, if possible, flushed a brighter pink. This time, both Lindz and I dissolved into laughter, but we weren't the only ones.
"Welcome," She smiled an award winning toothpaste smile, whilst still remaining 'professional'. "Tonight, we will hand out awards to the few we believe made an outstanding achievement in their costumes. Without further adieu, I'll announce the runner up." The man, blushing worse than ever, handed her a gold envelope. It was like the Oscars or something.
"Oh brother." Lindz rolled her eyes at me. I giggled and made a face similar to 'Oh well I didn't win but I'm happy for the winner'.
"The runner up is a miss. Sara!" The Women cried. My eyes widened in shock and I looked at Lindz in amazement. She grinned and gave me thumbs up.
In a daze, I walked onto the stage. Everyone applauded me, but I was barely listening. For as I stepped up on the stage, I recognised someone. It was the gangster from the blotched mission.
As the women handed me an envelope, she whispered, "Say something." In a daze, I walked over to the microphone and tapped it.
"Erm.Thanks?" I whispered, painfully shy. The audience laughed, everyone except the gangster. He knew who I was. I knew he knew. He knew I knew he knew. But how? "I'd love to stay and chat, but I er." I blinked and looked at Lindz in desperation. She shrugged. "I left the kettle on. Good morning, good evening and good night." With that, I practically sprinted off stage and ran to Lindz, the gangster's eyes never leaving me.
"Bravo." Lindz chuckled as I sat down, desperately ducking. "Great speech."
"Lindz, he's here." I said cryptically.
Lindz looked at me. "OK, that narrows it down a lot. Who's here?"
I raised an eyebrow and tugged at her sleeve. As we left the table, I added, "The trader. The one who tried to . ah, strangle me." I finished lamely. Lindz looked worried.
"We'd better get out of here." She muttered.
With that, we dashed towards the only available door we could see. It was a computer locked code. We stopped dead as we reached it, and Lindz looked at me with a helpless shrug.
"Erm." I paused and typed in a six digit number. Maybe it was a miracle, or perhaps it was a plan laid down at the beginning, but for some reason, the code worked. Hurriedly, we ran into the corridor and slammed the door shut.
"Um. Sara?" Lindz said hesitantly. "We're trapped."
We were in a small room, no more that 6ft x 6ft x 6ft. Small holes came out of each wall, and by the looks of things, there was no escape. Sudden, a voice boomed out, making us both jump.
"Night night, sleep tight, don't let the Spyders bite." It cackled. I shuddered - I have a fear of Spyders of any sort. Then I realised the cryptic message as a green gas was pumped into the room. Almost immediately, it took effect and we collapsed to the ground. My last thought seemed to echo and blow out of proportion in my dazed mind:
"I'll never see my 16th birthday."
***
I was flying, high above the clouds, soaring. I looked behind, unable to feel the steady pulse of my wings. Suddenly, with a jolt, I realised I didn't have any wings.
"ARGH!" I screamed as I plummeted to the ground. As I fell, angels danced around me, singing 'Sara'. They seemed to not care that I was falling to certain death. The ground flew up at me and I braced for the sickening crunch. Instead, the ground seemed to absorb my weight and bounce me back up. As I fell back to the ground, there was no magic bouncing ground to brace me. I hit the floor hard.
Thud.
***
"What the." I sat up straight, narrowly missing Lindz's nose, who was looking down at me in worry. I looked around, feeling dizzy and sick. We were in a tiny cell, only just big enough to pace ten times up and down.
"We're . ah. trapped." Lindz said, after a pause.
"Great," I sighed. "Just peachy."
The cell had never seen a blearier day, a more depressing day in all its time since being built. As Lindz and I sat in the cell, staring bleakly at the four grey walls, I felt a lone tear dribble down my cheek. This time, we wouldn't get a lucky shot, or a last minute escape. We lost. Big time.
To be continued.