Hollis
Hollis: Chapter 2: Don't Pull the Rope!

Hola mi amigos/amigas!!! (Too much Spanish class... I am SO taking French next year) Weeee! I'm actually updating a story! *surprised gasps from audience of about 5 people* ^_^ Yes, I know, I know, it's astounding. Well, please do enjoy, and don't forget to review and send me comments, questions, and anthrax. *cough* Actually, please no anthrax. Oh, yes, and by the way, I just yanked out the first Happy Noodle Boy lines that came to my head, so they probably aren't all from the same HNB comic. And Johnny, Squee, Devi, etc. belong to Jhonen Vasquez. Hollis belongs to meeeeee.
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Hollis wiped the tears away and glared at the piece of paper. "Better read it," she said. "'Meow, meow, meow cat chow?'" she said, skeptically. She read to herself some more. "'See the toenails, oh so splendid'?" Hollis was about to laugh, but choked it back. She glanced up at the string rope that was attatched to her brother upstairs. She wondered what torture that he would have to endure if she pulled it. It had been two days since she last saw her brother, so she decided to try to communicate with him. "Marshall!" she cried, hitting the ceiling. "Can you hear me?!?! Talk to me!!!" She heard movement, and then a faint voice.
"Hollis," the voice said, "Hollis, is that you???" Hollis cried out in delight. "Marshall! You're alive!" Hollis wanted to break through the ceiling and give him a huge bear hug, right there, right then, until she remembered whose fault it was that she was there in the first place. "God, Marshall, why the hell did you have to be such an ass towards that guy? Thanks alot, smart one."
Marshall rolled his eyes. "Dude, I'm sorry! All I did was cut in front of him in the 24/7 line!" Hollis sighed. Marshall had always gotten his way, and if they got out alive, hopefully he would have learned his lesson. He was a huge guy, about 6'8. He was muscular and beefy, your typical football player. He was 18, only a years difference from Hollis. He ran his hand through his bleached-blonde hair.
"Does he have you hooked up to anything? He told me to pull this rope, but I know it leads up to you." Marshall wiped sweat off his brow. "I swear, if you pull that rope, I'm going to be fried alive! He's got me hooked up to an electricity machine!" Hollis took a step back, in shock.
"He told me to pull the thing when I was done reading his damned comic strip," she cried, "but I think I'll just call his name instead."
"Okay," said Marshall, "But be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you!" He paused. "Comic strip?" he inquired.
"Yeah," Hollis said, "it's called Happy Noodle Boy. It's actually really funny, even though it's about a stick figure..."
"Oh God... not only is he a homicidal maniac, but he's a COMIC BOOK GEEK, too!!!" Marshall screamed in frustration.
"Oh Marshall, would you PLEASE stop that? Do you even want a chance of making it out of here?" Hollis said, as she walked near the door and began to call out Johnny's name.
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Woohoo! 2nd chapter all finished! Please review. I promise the story will pick up soon.