Dèjá vu
Disclaimer: Can't touch this! Nan na na na na na!
A/N: Ok sorry I haven't updated in a while but my parents where on a cruise and I had to stay with a family friend for the week and **gasp** she didn't have a computer I could use! **Sob sob**
Chapter eight, Covered
"So that's your plan?" Randall asked looking skeptically at Aahz.
"Yep," She chirped happily as she pulled into her driveway, "Aint I a genius?" They got out of the car and sauntered over to her garage door, it was a counter weight because she never got around to installing that electric motor she bought a year ago. She slide her fingers under the small space between the door and the concrete and heaved, the door slide open reveling more clutter than a flea market. Tables and shelves laden with unused tools, bags of cloths meant for the Good Will, a two lawn mowers both push and ride, an old motorcycle that had seen better days, in the corner there were a boxes labeled X-mas decorations, electric motor fix- making your life just that mush easier--, and other odds and ends. But that was not what grabbed Randall's attention, no it was the back wall, there was a workbench, also full of clutter, but beside that there where doors, a lot of doors at least fifty, all shapes, sizes, and colors.
"I figure," Aahz began, resting her elbow on the nearest box. "That you can build a door way here, so we must be able to build one there."
"You know," He said swiveling his eyes up to look at her. "That just might work, except for one minor flaw."
"And what's that?"
"I don't have the slightest clue how to build a door station!" He shouted and marched out of the garage.
"Geez! Touchy!" Aahz said out of the coroner of her mouth. "I knew my plan was too perfect." She slammed the garage door down and stomped out to the back yard to feed Louis. She ideally thought of letting her dog on Randall, maybe that would lighten his disposition.
**At the computer café**
Monk sat calmly sipping a cup of coffee trying to clear the cobwebs from his head. Something had been nagging him all day, something about that Adam Chavis, he couldn't quite place it, but there was something, wrong with that man, no that wasn't the word, un-holy, yes that would do. There was something un-holy about him. Something that dripped in a danger that was just past those blue eyes. He had come to this computer café to find out. The first thing he had done was order strong black coffee, he winced at the taste, and then he had signed up for one of the computers. The one in the corner with the leather chair, that way no one could se him. He typed in ADAM CHAVIS on his search engine. He drummed his fingers, and sipped the coffee again as he waited for it to come through. When it did, all that came up was police reports. He clicked the first one. Name: Adam Chavis, it read, D.O.B 01/25/1975 Eyes: Blue Hair: Blond Ht: 5'11 WT: 184 Blood type: A+, Monk read this quickly and scrolled down the page mumbling and then he stopped, he had found what he was looking for. Adam Chavis: Accused of murder, abuse, and the possible rape to one Susan Black of Oklahoma age 19. Adam was found innocent when his brother, Tac Chavis, had confirmed his alibi; there was no DNA evidence against Mr. Adam Chavis. He was released. That was all that Monk needed he quickly printed the page, and then typed in a new search. TAC CHAVIS. They're where a few hits for TAC Inc. but Monk wanted more personal information. He typed in a new search, and got one hit, a police report Tac Chavis, he clicked it, and the screen went blank, nothing dramatic, just blank, like some invisible hand had pressed the off button.
"What?" he mumbled and got up, all the other computers had gone blank too he noticed, the entire inhabitants of the café where pressing the on buttons again, and the computers seemed to be coming back on just fine. Who ever this Tac person was, he had done something bad, and had covered his tracks well. Monk grabbed the page he had printed and looked at it. This wasn't the page he had seen this was just a bunch of gibberish, the first line was all symbols, !@%*&^*&()_+^$@, and so on. He had covered his tracks well. Monk crumpled the paper up and walked out the door.
**Back with Aahz**
"Ok you can sleep on the couch tonight." Aahz said as she reached up to tug at the stubborn blanket at the top of her linen closet. She set up a makeshift bed on her couch. "I got some movies you can watch and there is food in the kitchen so, help yourself. Now I'm going to take a shower and then I'm going to bed. We have to open early tomorrow, on Sunday's we have live entertainment." She smiled and walked into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Randall was about to object on having to sleep on the couch but he thought better of it. Defeated he stalked towards the TV. He scanned the woman's collection of DVDs, which ranged from Beauty and the Beast to Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. He picked up the remote, and looked at it. It was strange the similarities between the human and monster world, so many things where alike, and an only a few things where different because of the modifications that had to be made, for the different sizes that came with monsters. He clicked the power button and scanned channels; he finally stopped at the History channel.
"The history of the Roman Empire from Romacles to Cesar all in the next four hour special on the history channel."
Well this was new, he settled himself on the couch and struggled to get comfortable on a piece of furniture made for a different species. Finally finding a good spot he focused on the television and was lost in the voice that explained Roman history, all his troubles forgotten.
A/N: Sorry the next chapter will be a lot longer I promise. It's just that I have good ideas for later on I just have to get through those short but necessary parts. Stick with me! R&R!
Disclaimer: Can't touch this! Nan na na na na na!
A/N: Ok sorry I haven't updated in a while but my parents where on a cruise and I had to stay with a family friend for the week and **gasp** she didn't have a computer I could use! **Sob sob**
Chapter eight, Covered
"So that's your plan?" Randall asked looking skeptically at Aahz.
"Yep," She chirped happily as she pulled into her driveway, "Aint I a genius?" They got out of the car and sauntered over to her garage door, it was a counter weight because she never got around to installing that electric motor she bought a year ago. She slide her fingers under the small space between the door and the concrete and heaved, the door slide open reveling more clutter than a flea market. Tables and shelves laden with unused tools, bags of cloths meant for the Good Will, a two lawn mowers both push and ride, an old motorcycle that had seen better days, in the corner there were a boxes labeled X-mas decorations, electric motor fix- making your life just that mush easier--, and other odds and ends. But that was not what grabbed Randall's attention, no it was the back wall, there was a workbench, also full of clutter, but beside that there where doors, a lot of doors at least fifty, all shapes, sizes, and colors.
"I figure," Aahz began, resting her elbow on the nearest box. "That you can build a door way here, so we must be able to build one there."
"You know," He said swiveling his eyes up to look at her. "That just might work, except for one minor flaw."
"And what's that?"
"I don't have the slightest clue how to build a door station!" He shouted and marched out of the garage.
"Geez! Touchy!" Aahz said out of the coroner of her mouth. "I knew my plan was too perfect." She slammed the garage door down and stomped out to the back yard to feed Louis. She ideally thought of letting her dog on Randall, maybe that would lighten his disposition.
**At the computer café**
Monk sat calmly sipping a cup of coffee trying to clear the cobwebs from his head. Something had been nagging him all day, something about that Adam Chavis, he couldn't quite place it, but there was something, wrong with that man, no that wasn't the word, un-holy, yes that would do. There was something un-holy about him. Something that dripped in a danger that was just past those blue eyes. He had come to this computer café to find out. The first thing he had done was order strong black coffee, he winced at the taste, and then he had signed up for one of the computers. The one in the corner with the leather chair, that way no one could se him. He typed in ADAM CHAVIS on his search engine. He drummed his fingers, and sipped the coffee again as he waited for it to come through. When it did, all that came up was police reports. He clicked the first one. Name: Adam Chavis, it read, D.O.B 01/25/1975 Eyes: Blue Hair: Blond Ht: 5'11 WT: 184 Blood type: A+, Monk read this quickly and scrolled down the page mumbling and then he stopped, he had found what he was looking for. Adam Chavis: Accused of murder, abuse, and the possible rape to one Susan Black of Oklahoma age 19. Adam was found innocent when his brother, Tac Chavis, had confirmed his alibi; there was no DNA evidence against Mr. Adam Chavis. He was released. That was all that Monk needed he quickly printed the page, and then typed in a new search. TAC CHAVIS. They're where a few hits for TAC Inc. but Monk wanted more personal information. He typed in a new search, and got one hit, a police report Tac Chavis, he clicked it, and the screen went blank, nothing dramatic, just blank, like some invisible hand had pressed the off button.
"What?" he mumbled and got up, all the other computers had gone blank too he noticed, the entire inhabitants of the café where pressing the on buttons again, and the computers seemed to be coming back on just fine. Who ever this Tac person was, he had done something bad, and had covered his tracks well. Monk grabbed the page he had printed and looked at it. This wasn't the page he had seen this was just a bunch of gibberish, the first line was all symbols, !@%*&^*&()_+^$@, and so on. He had covered his tracks well. Monk crumpled the paper up and walked out the door.
**Back with Aahz**
"Ok you can sleep on the couch tonight." Aahz said as she reached up to tug at the stubborn blanket at the top of her linen closet. She set up a makeshift bed on her couch. "I got some movies you can watch and there is food in the kitchen so, help yourself. Now I'm going to take a shower and then I'm going to bed. We have to open early tomorrow, on Sunday's we have live entertainment." She smiled and walked into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Randall was about to object on having to sleep on the couch but he thought better of it. Defeated he stalked towards the TV. He scanned the woman's collection of DVDs, which ranged from Beauty and the Beast to Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. He picked up the remote, and looked at it. It was strange the similarities between the human and monster world, so many things where alike, and an only a few things where different because of the modifications that had to be made, for the different sizes that came with monsters. He clicked the power button and scanned channels; he finally stopped at the History channel.
"The history of the Roman Empire from Romacles to Cesar all in the next four hour special on the history channel."
Well this was new, he settled himself on the couch and struggled to get comfortable on a piece of furniture made for a different species. Finally finding a good spot he focused on the television and was lost in the voice that explained Roman history, all his troubles forgotten.
A/N: Sorry the next chapter will be a lot longer I promise. It's just that I have good ideas for later on I just have to get through those short but necessary parts. Stick with me! R&R!