A/N: phe nods her head in agreement. yea, well i suppose the last chapter wasn't as good as the first. . . i'll take my time with this one and see how it turns out. . . here it goes!
Chapter 3 - Fleeee!!!
Phoenix smirked with evil satisfaction as she stretched out cat-like on a tree branch. Beating the crap out of someone- a zoid pilot, no less, was the perfect ending to the perfect day. She wondered how long it might take for some weirdo hillbillies to find Van and slap his ass till it resembled some sort of raw luncheon meat.
"Hey, Phe?"
"Yeeeea?" Phoenix looked down at Tarka who was sitting against the trunk of the tree. She noticed that ever since they got here, he'd been looking a little bit edgy for some reason. . .
"I was thinking. . ." He tilted his head back.
"A novel experience for you!" Phoenix cut in smugly.
"Ha. Ha. Ha. What I was going to say, was that I don't think it's such a good idea to stay here for too long. . . what if that kid comes after us?"
"Hmph! You worry too much!! I mean come on, it's just one little kid!" Phoenix tried extremely hard to suppress a giggle, but failed miserably, "Without any clothes on!"
"I still feel we should move somewhere else." he replied bluntly.
"Fine!" Phoenix sighed and rolled her eyes ,"I tell you what, crybaby. . . I'll climb to the top of the tree. If I see any enraged naked midgets stomping over the hills coming to kill us, we can move. But if I don't, we stay the night. Deal?"
"Deal." With her muse's agreement, Phoenix began to rapidly ascend the Cypress tree. The dark green needles closed around her like a thick blanket, blocking her view from the outside world. Soon she pushed through to the top, eyes wide at the amount of stars in the early evening sky. Remembering what she was doing, Phoenix shook herself and scanned the surrounding landscape.
"Tarka is so paranoid." She muttered to herself, "Honestly, there's no sign whatsoever. . . Holy crap!" Far off, she could faintly hear the tell tale clunks and whirring of a zoid. . . No, make that. . . two zoids?!! Shit! Phoenix scrambled down the tree as fast as she was capable and landed soundlessly next to her dozing muse.
"Tarka, you baka!" She hissed into his ear as she shook him ferociously, "Wake up! There are TWO zoids on the horizon, but it was to dark to see which make they were. . . Come on!!! We have to move, NOW!"
Tarka smiled groggily, "Told 'ya so!" he stopped smiling when Phoenix started growling.
"Just hurry up, will you?"
"Sir, yes sir!" Tarka jumped up and did an exaggerate salute. Phoenix chose to ignore him and took to hovering a few meters off the ground, deciding where they should go. . . suddenly, with her keen eyes, she spotted an old ruin of a stone fortress , on the eastern horizon where the moon was just rising. There! That would be the perfect place. . .
Without a second thought , she grabbed her muse and jetted off into the air.
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Irvine looked out placidly from the cock-pit of his command wolf. What a pretty looking shooting star! The first time he'd seen a red one before! He made a wish that the next time they ran out of food, that he'd have some rope to tie Van down with, so they wouldn't be out here in the middle of the night, searching for Van's supposed 'attackers'. As soon as he'd eaten something, Van went all quiet and started to twitch. . . the next thing Irvine knew, he'd jumped into his shield-lyger and started to run off. . .stupid kid!
At that moment, the radio started to buzz and crackle, interrupting his thoughts.
"Irvine, I found this old fortress up ahead where we could spend the night. It's not much, but it's pretty secure." Van's voice was fuzzy with static.
"Alright. Lead the way, and we'll follow."
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Phoenix bolted upright from her sleep as soon as she heard the invaders coming straight for them. She looked down at Tarka, who was snoring with his mouth wide open, and drooling. Gross! She creeped over to the edge of a window and making sure to stay in the shadows, she looked down. . .
Shimatta! There was the kid! With another guy and. . . 1...2 girls?!! They were all sitting around a campfire, their zoids looming beneath some nearby trees.
"What are you doing?" Tarka said sleepily as he held his head.
"Shhhhh!" Phoenix clapped a hand to his mouth, "Do you want them to hear us?" She saw the confused look on his face and pulled him over to the window and pointed down. She motioned for him to be quiet and let him stand behind her.
Van was thinking over and over again in his mind how exactly he would take his slow and cruel revenge. Maybe he'd take their clothes, burn them and. . . tie them up against trees! Yesss. . . . He laughed maniacally in his mind.
"Another hot dog Van?" Fiona held him out a plate laden with food.
"Mmmmmm....You read my mind!" he grinned and started to wolf down his dinner at an alarming speed.
Phoenix felt her stomach growl as she looked down longingly at the group eating their evening meal. How long had it been since she'd eaten? She couldn't remember. At the base of the shield lyger sat a crate with. . .Phoenix made her pupils dilate to see better . . .food in it!!! Tones and tones of food! She explained with gestures to Tarka what she saw and his eyes grew large in anticipation. Crossing to the opposite window, they both jumped out and started to fly in the shadows towards the stationary zoids.
"Did you hear that?" Irvine looked above him sharply.
"Hear what?" All three answered in unison.
"That noise. . . it sounded like. . ." he stopped speaking and sighed when he saw them all looking at him weirdly. "Forget it."
"Maybe it's time we all should get some shut eye." Moonbay yawned. " 'Night everybody." She keeled over and was asleep before she hit the ground. The others followed suit and soon the camp fire burnt low into the night.
"My friend, I believe we have hit the jackpot!" Phoenix was speaking normal now, as they were too far out of range to be heard.
"Whoa, look at this!!" Tarka had tipped the entire crate upside down and was sifting through it's contents with a gourmet's eye. He held up a bag ,"Corn chips!!!" He ripped them open and began shoveling them down. Phoenix shook her head and muttered something incoherently. The moonlight washed over their ill gotten bounty making something sparkle enticingly.
"I. . .don't believe it!!"she jumped up and grabbed a long silver can of something, and held it close to her face so she could read it properly , "It is!!" She undid the cap, threw back her head, took aim. . . and pressed the button.
"SPRAY CREAM!!!!!!!!" It filled every recess of her mouth, threatening to suffocate her in it's artificial sweetness. Sugar!!! Glorious, holy sugar! The stuff legends were created from, all here in this one little can! Finally, Phoenix had to swallow so she could come back to Earth for air. The experience had been unreal. Another mouth full couldn't hurt, could it? Nah. She had almost downed half the can when Tarka discovered she didn't have the intention of share and share alike.
"Hey, gimme that!" he lunged on top of her, trying to wrestle it from her grasp.
"Nooooo!!!! It's mine!"
"Nnnngh!!! Let. Go!!"
"No!"
"Why to you have to take all the good stuff?"
"It's not my fault you're too slow!!"
After a vicious battle in which there was no clear victor, and both got sprayed a lot by the spray cream, they flopped down onto the ground in hysterical laughter. Phoenix wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at her wonderful prize in the silver light. Her purple eyes sparkled with an evil idea as she slowly got up.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking B1?
"I think I am, B2!"
"It's graffiti time!" They both said and smirked in unison. ( A/N: ooook. let me explain this for all of you non-Australian readers....down here, there's this show on tv for little kids called bananas in pajamas. sound corny? well it's true, so just hush up and listen! yes, it IS actually about these two giant bananas who go around wearing these blue and white stripped pjs. Anways, they're both identical and called B1 and B2. When ever one of them gets and idea, they say the above. Are you thinking what i'm thinking b1? i think i am , b2! sigh.... a lot of you probably won't get it, but the situation just screamed at me to add it! ^-^)
Phoenix looked from the command-wolf to the shield lyger and back again. Which one to attack? Probably the lyger. . . it seemed like the type of zoid that egotistical jerk would pilot. She started to make her way over to where it stood, but was stopped in her tracks by a pair of illuminous red eyes.
"Uhhhhh Tarka?"
"Hmm?"
"What in Hades is that?!!"
"Uh-oh..." The red eyes moved out into the light to reveal a small, raptor like machine- an organoid!
"Niiiice organoid, goooood organoid." Tarka was looking very nervous. Phoenix, however, steeled herself and walked past it, giving it a pat on the head.
"There's a good little guy. Go on, go to sleep now while we degrade your master's shield lyger. The organoid blinked and curled up on the ground, seemingly un-caring.
Tarka felt his safest option would be to fly over all those pointy teeth, which he did at a very high speed.
They had both reached their destination. Tonight, under this sparkling sky would they reach the pinnacle of evilness. Phoenix flew right up to the cock-pit's windshield and started to shake the can violently. When that was done, a whirring and squelching noise could be heard. A cloud passed over the moon, and when it rolled by, Phoenix flew back to admire her great artwork. In four foot high letters written in spray cream dripped the words:
'JUST MARRIED'
"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant."
"Yes, I know." Tarka's eyes darted over to the group of sleepers; one of whom were shifting uneasily in their blankets.
"Exit one, stage left?" Phoenix nodded. They flew back over the sleeping organoid but stopped at the sight of all their precious booty that lay on the ground.
"They couldn't eat that all themselves!"
"Nah. They packed way too much. . .I think we should lighten their burden." The two crammed as much foodstuffs as they could into pockets and robes. Finally, looking suspiciously lumpy, they headed for the next mountain range where they could spend the rest of the night in peace. Phoenix slept soundly, content with the knowledge that at the moment the score was Phoenix-2, Van-0. Ahhhh, the wonders of modern science. Bet the guy who invented spray cream would be turning over in his grave right now if he knew what his product was capable of in evil hands. She chuckled in her sleep, and plunged into dreams filled with candy and caffeine.
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A/N: Can you tell i have been consuming the two evil C's?!!! candy and caffeine!!!!!!!!!! ^_^ *eye starts twitching* MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! aHEm. . . ^_^ well, there is that chapter over and done with, i hope you guys enjoy it! [and draw some evil plots from it? :) ] *phe rubs all her bruises inflicted by angry mobs of Christmas shoppers* well, i've been a good little author, typing away before and after work, even though my limbs are threatening to fall off from exhaustion! to all my reviewers out there, YOU PEOPLE ARE THE COOLEST!!!!!!!! wow, i can't believe i've gotten 8 or 9 reviews already, and this is the fic's first week up! YAY!!!! *starts jumping around the room* tell me, do you think i should re-write chapter 2, or just make some. . . . modifications? *shrugs* well, let me know what you think! i don't mind people emailing me! unless they send some form of chain letters, then i start searching for something sharp and pointy. .grrrrrrr.... ehehe..sigh. well, come on people, make me proud and review!!!!!!!! can we make it to twenty by new years?!! ^-^
~ phe
ps. egads!!! that was a looong A/N!! *~*
