Okay we are back in business! So where we left off is Duo's clinging to
the underside of a Mercedes, traveling to Mr. Theonardo's "adoption
agency".
CrimsonWings: actually, Cob and Bob have a big organization going on, a motto and a theme song.. We have 11 members, we used to have 12, but we had to kill the first George (A pinecone) because he wanted to leave the company...
Emily Hato: I don't mind caps, caps are fun!!! CAPS ROCK DA WORLD MAN!!! ::everybody stares at the weird girl:: okay.. Back into my hidey hole..
Annie Maxwell: "uh- oh something bad happened" turns into "DIE!!!"? ..VERY interesting mood swings ya gots there! ~_^ oh well eat more chocolate.. THEN you get VERYVERY VERY interesting mood swings, trust me I know. AND WHO DARES TO SAY I'M A NICE AUTHORESS!!! Don't you DARE insult the whole Cob and Bob organization!!! Heehee.. got carried aways again. don't worry it'll be okay, otherwise, where would heero get any from? A helpless killed Duo or sumthin? ~_^ that'd be interesting.
Hope ya like it! ~_^ (I seem to like these winky thingies.)
Chapter 4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gotta tell you, it was really exciting clinging to the underside of a Mercedes driven by my new target enemy number 1. If I wasn't so uptight and infuriated, I probably would've thought this was better then a day at Wacko World, our friendly neighbor amusement park.
However, I WAS uptight and infuriated, so every second of this was agony for me, my mind in a constant turmoil with my dark inner self. 'Just kill him now. you know you can do it' whispered shinigami in my ear ' just rip a couple of these pipes out, and watch the body hurtle off a bridge and burn!' God, it sounded so tempting, but there was the hope that maybe Solo was still alive, that the only way I'd ever see him again was by waiting for this overweight ball of slime to get me to the building.
So I waited.
And waited.
Soon I was so sick of waiting for the guy to get to his slave camp that I was bursting at the seams with anxious energy. As if to make the torture drag out even more, the guy suddenly stopped the car and got out. I leaped down easily to the ground underneath the car, rolled out, and ran to the window of the badly made shack. What a dump! I bet even ghosts wouldn't live here because of the interior decorating job, which was a deep brownish-red. Suddenly, I saw a patch of creamy yellow underneath the maroon color, and my stomach gave yet another wretch as I realized that it was dried blood.
Turning my head slightly, I saw Mr. Theonardo sitting down in a horribly colored chair, whose stuffing was falling out, littering the ground like big gobs of snowflakes. He just sat there for a while, staring into the flames of yet another crude piece of the house, a dusty fireplace. Before I realized what I was doing, I ran into the "house" and stood before the highest-level-of-wrestling-man, standing there, my eyes as hard as rock. "Where is Solo?" I whispered so quietly, yet I was impossible to ignore with the malice in my voice. "Excuse me sir, but I believe you are trespassing" said the overweight bastard, double chins wobbling as he spoke. "oh, I'M trespassing?? WHERE IS SOLO!" I yelled into his ear. I felt that the time for reserved ness was up, and I was pissed. Not just annoyed pissed, I was murderous pissed.
"I'm sorry sir, but I have no idea what you are talking about. I'm just a nice man in charge of an ado-"
"oh right, the adoption agency. What's your motto? "we take helpless little 4-year olds off the streets and kill them???"
"Killing little children? Who would think of such a thing?"
"Let me think. you! Okay I'm done thinking, let's see if your memory works better when it's got a little motivation!" I said, sticking the gun I had hidden in my pocket and pressing it next to his temple. "Think back to 8 years ago. You were on the colony L-2 when you saw me and my brother, and you stole him away. I was to weak to stop you and save him then, and do you know what it's done to me?" I muttered dangerously, or rather Shinigami muttered dangerously, squeezing the trigger lightly. "Now I have my chance to make up for it all, and I can't see a reason why not to murder you right now!"
"maybe because you'll find that quite impossible, Mr. Maxwell." I was taken aback. He knew my name! but. but how? Within that second, I found myself stripped of my weapon, and both hands behind my back, while my feet were flying underneath me. "You should know better then that, Mr. Maxwell. A person of my prestige cannot go anywhere without my personal bodyguards. And I know you because EVERYBODY knows of the infamous 5 Gundam pilots." I gasped. He knew who I was,everything. He was much like another certain rich freak.. Always on top of the world.. I glared at him through eyes that wouldn't accept defeat, not just yet..
"Oh, and by the way, I haven't killed your little friend yet, Mr. Maxwell. He has proved quite. refreshing at times." Instantly I knew what he meant.
"You BASTARD! YOU BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD! I hope you rot in hell, you child molesting BASTARD!"
"oh, come come now Duo, I don't think I'd call you a child.. But the second part might still be true." Mr. Theonardo whispered as he approached my writhing, helpless tied body.
TBC..
Hee hee enough of a cliff hanger? About to be raped by a fat rich slimeball who kept your brother as a sex slave.. Owch. But no worries, mate, thing'll look better in the morning, don't ya think?
Bob: It IS morning by now isn't it?
It's supposed to be an expression!
Bob: not a very good one.
SHIZUKANI BAKA! (be quiet, idiot.)
~_^ gotta go now, write next chapter.. whew... but you don't get chappies without reviews!!!
CrimsonWings: actually, Cob and Bob have a big organization going on, a motto and a theme song.. We have 11 members, we used to have 12, but we had to kill the first George (A pinecone) because he wanted to leave the company...
Emily Hato: I don't mind caps, caps are fun!!! CAPS ROCK DA WORLD MAN!!! ::everybody stares at the weird girl:: okay.. Back into my hidey hole..
Annie Maxwell: "uh- oh something bad happened" turns into "DIE!!!"? ..VERY interesting mood swings ya gots there! ~_^ oh well eat more chocolate.. THEN you get VERYVERY VERY interesting mood swings, trust me I know. AND WHO DARES TO SAY I'M A NICE AUTHORESS!!! Don't you DARE insult the whole Cob and Bob organization!!! Heehee.. got carried aways again. don't worry it'll be okay, otherwise, where would heero get any from? A helpless killed Duo or sumthin? ~_^ that'd be interesting.
Hope ya like it! ~_^ (I seem to like these winky thingies.)
Chapter 4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gotta tell you, it was really exciting clinging to the underside of a Mercedes driven by my new target enemy number 1. If I wasn't so uptight and infuriated, I probably would've thought this was better then a day at Wacko World, our friendly neighbor amusement park.
However, I WAS uptight and infuriated, so every second of this was agony for me, my mind in a constant turmoil with my dark inner self. 'Just kill him now. you know you can do it' whispered shinigami in my ear ' just rip a couple of these pipes out, and watch the body hurtle off a bridge and burn!' God, it sounded so tempting, but there was the hope that maybe Solo was still alive, that the only way I'd ever see him again was by waiting for this overweight ball of slime to get me to the building.
So I waited.
And waited.
Soon I was so sick of waiting for the guy to get to his slave camp that I was bursting at the seams with anxious energy. As if to make the torture drag out even more, the guy suddenly stopped the car and got out. I leaped down easily to the ground underneath the car, rolled out, and ran to the window of the badly made shack. What a dump! I bet even ghosts wouldn't live here because of the interior decorating job, which was a deep brownish-red. Suddenly, I saw a patch of creamy yellow underneath the maroon color, and my stomach gave yet another wretch as I realized that it was dried blood.
Turning my head slightly, I saw Mr. Theonardo sitting down in a horribly colored chair, whose stuffing was falling out, littering the ground like big gobs of snowflakes. He just sat there for a while, staring into the flames of yet another crude piece of the house, a dusty fireplace. Before I realized what I was doing, I ran into the "house" and stood before the highest-level-of-wrestling-man, standing there, my eyes as hard as rock. "Where is Solo?" I whispered so quietly, yet I was impossible to ignore with the malice in my voice. "Excuse me sir, but I believe you are trespassing" said the overweight bastard, double chins wobbling as he spoke. "oh, I'M trespassing?? WHERE IS SOLO!" I yelled into his ear. I felt that the time for reserved ness was up, and I was pissed. Not just annoyed pissed, I was murderous pissed.
"I'm sorry sir, but I have no idea what you are talking about. I'm just a nice man in charge of an ado-"
"oh right, the adoption agency. What's your motto? "we take helpless little 4-year olds off the streets and kill them???"
"Killing little children? Who would think of such a thing?"
"Let me think. you! Okay I'm done thinking, let's see if your memory works better when it's got a little motivation!" I said, sticking the gun I had hidden in my pocket and pressing it next to his temple. "Think back to 8 years ago. You were on the colony L-2 when you saw me and my brother, and you stole him away. I was to weak to stop you and save him then, and do you know what it's done to me?" I muttered dangerously, or rather Shinigami muttered dangerously, squeezing the trigger lightly. "Now I have my chance to make up for it all, and I can't see a reason why not to murder you right now!"
"maybe because you'll find that quite impossible, Mr. Maxwell." I was taken aback. He knew my name! but. but how? Within that second, I found myself stripped of my weapon, and both hands behind my back, while my feet were flying underneath me. "You should know better then that, Mr. Maxwell. A person of my prestige cannot go anywhere without my personal bodyguards. And I know you because EVERYBODY knows of the infamous 5 Gundam pilots." I gasped. He knew who I was,everything. He was much like another certain rich freak.. Always on top of the world.. I glared at him through eyes that wouldn't accept defeat, not just yet..
"Oh, and by the way, I haven't killed your little friend yet, Mr. Maxwell. He has proved quite. refreshing at times." Instantly I knew what he meant.
"You BASTARD! YOU BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD! I hope you rot in hell, you child molesting BASTARD!"
"oh, come come now Duo, I don't think I'd call you a child.. But the second part might still be true." Mr. Theonardo whispered as he approached my writhing, helpless tied body.
TBC..
Hee hee enough of a cliff hanger? About to be raped by a fat rich slimeball who kept your brother as a sex slave.. Owch. But no worries, mate, thing'll look better in the morning, don't ya think?
Bob: It IS morning by now isn't it?
It's supposed to be an expression!
Bob: not a very good one.
SHIZUKANI BAKA! (be quiet, idiot.)
~_^ gotta go now, write next chapter.. whew... but you don't get chappies without reviews!!!