Love IS Crazy!
By- SarahRulerOfDaUniverse
Chapter 5- Kidnapped?
Disclaimer- I DO NOT OWN KIDS NEXT DOOR OR EMINEM!!!!
Erm... soo... now everyone is pissed off at each other cause of the game of truth or dare...and...yeeahh.. so here's chappie 5! (Oh, and btw, THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH FOR REVIEWING!!!)
After the team had somehow made it out of the cage, Numbuh Eight fled out into the night, running back to the tree house where she, Numbuh Seven, and Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four lived.
As she ran, her hat, which was too big for her head, flied off and landed on the side walk, but Numbuh Eight was too dispirited to care. She no longer cared if she looked weak, nor strong. It wouldn't matter anymore to her, because all that did matter was to get away from it all, far away.
~~~BACK WITH EVERYONE ELES~~~
Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four tried to go after Eight, but Seven stopped him. She knew that Numbuh Eight could get dangerous when she got like this.
"SO YOUR SAYING WE SHOULD JUST LEAVE HER ALONE?!?" Two-Seventy-Four cried.
"Yes. Besides, it's late, we'll find her tomorrow," announced Numbuh One.
"And Numbuh Five thinks she'll be ok. She can take care of herself!" added Numbuh Five.
"But-"
"Oh, just go to sleep!" yelled Numbuh Three, throwing a book at Two-Seventy-Four's head, knocking him out cold.
********
As the seven kids walked to the tree house which was only a few blocks away, Two-Seventy-Four noticed that a pink hat was lying on the sidewalk, but not just any hat...
"'Ey, in't tha' Numbuh Eight's 'at?" asked Numbuh Four.
"D'you think something may have happened to-" started Numbuh Two, but then quickly got cut off when Seven elbowed him, pointing to the very worried Numbuh Two-Seventy Four.
Two-Seventy-Four picked up the hat and carried it with him, hoping that Eight would be at the tree house to receive it.
As soon as they all reached the tree house, they faintly heard music playing from inside.
"What's that sound?" asked Numbuh Three.
"It's Numbuh Eight's stereo. She plays it almost every day," mumbled Numbuh Seven, approaching the door.
"Keekeekeekeekeekee..." said a machine that guarded the door. "What is the password?"
Numbuh Seven looked around cautiously, and whispered, "The password is... Meatballs."
"What kind of password is MEATBALLS?!?!" questioned Numbuh One.
"SHH!! Don't say that out loud!" Numbuh Seven cried as the steel door flung open and reveled a staircase.
As they walked up the staircase, the music became louder, loud enough for them to hear the words of all the songs.
"If I, were to die, murdered in cold blood tomorrow, would you feel sorrow, show love or would it matter?" boomed the stereo.
"What the hell kind of music is this?" cried Numbuh Three.
Numbuh Four glared at Numbuh Three. "'Avn't you 'eard of Eminem?"
"No..." she mumbled.
"Hah, shows how much YOU know!" he exclaimed.
After they finished climbing the stairs, which seemed endless, they ended up in a huge chamber, which had three doors, one labeled 'Jello drinkers welcome,' another labeled, 'Cute guys and non-haters welcome' (this one had the music coming from it), and the last one labeled, 'Kids Next Door Welcome.' The celing was made of glass, and the floor was made of marble.
Seven pointed to the door which said 'Jello drinkers welcome.' "That's my room," she exclaimed.
"And that's my room," added Two-Seventy-Four, pointing to the door that labeled 'Kids Next Door Welcome'.
"And I suppose that's Numbuh Eight's room?" asked Numbuh One, looking to the other door.
Numbuh Seven nodded.
Numbuh Eight didn't know they were right outside her door, about to come into her room. In fact, she didn't even think they cared, because they hadn't even come after her the night before. But when Numbuh One walked in, she thought he had come to make fun of her, so she hurled a chair at him, which made the leader run away back out of the room.
"AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Numbuh One as he exit the girl's realm.
"Look, me and Two-Seventy-Four know her the best, so we'll try to calm her down. There are nachos in my room. Go nuts," said Numbuh Seven.
Numbuh Two, Nunbuh Three, and Numbuh Four rushed in at the word of 'nachos', but Numbuh One and Numbuh Five stood behind.
"Don't you want the nachos?" asked Numbuh Seven.
"Numbuh Five thinks Numbuh One is hurt. Numbuh Eight must've hit Numbuh One's leg, because he can't walk very well. Numbuh Five will stay here with him and try to make him feel better," exclaimed Numbuh Five.
Numbuh Seven grinned. "Ok, I'll be ... around!" she cried, walking towards the staircase.
"WAIT!!! Aren't you going to help me?!?"
"NO!!! You'll do better on your own!"
Two-Seventy-Four sighed. Now he was going to get torn apart by the girl he liked!
"Numbuh Five is sure she won't hurt you," said Numbuh Five.
Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four sighed yet again and entered the room, but instead of getting hit with a chair, he saw Numbuh Eight gazing out the window.
"Have you come to mock me?" she asked.
"No..."
She turned around. Her hair was in the same messy ponytail, but her eyes were swollen as if she'd been crying. She eyed him suspiciously.
"Why did you come here?"
"Because... I was worried," Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four mumbled.
"You were?"
"I found your hat on the sidewalk, and I was worried that something might've happened to you."
The room was quite silent for a good while. Neither of them would like to break it, for they would think they would sound dumb, when finally, Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four said, "I'm sorry that you got yourself embarrassed last night."
"No, it wasn't your fault. It was mines for picking dare."
Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four smiled. "Well, um...here's your hat!" he said, handing her the pink hat.
Numbuh Eight smiled back. "Thanks," she answered, taking the hat and putting it on.
"And you shouldn't be so angry about it, after all, you ARE a good kisser," he said to her, grinning.
This would be something Numbuh Eight would beat someone up for, but instead, she blushed and giggled a bit, making Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four blush as well.
"Um, Sarah-" Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four started, but paused, remembering that her codename was Numbuh Eight.
Numbuh Eight jumped slightly. No one had ever called her by her real name since she had signed up for the Kids Next Door when she was seven years old.
She sighed, and was about to open her mouth to say something but got cut off when a giant robot broke off the roof of her room and hurled some sort of bomb at Numbuh Eight. There was shattered glass everywhere.
When the girl got hit, she immediately fell down, unconscious, and the robot grabbed her and broke off another piece of the roof.
~BACK WITH NUMBUH ONE AND NUMBUH FIVE~
As soon as Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four left, Numbuh Seven went through a secret passageway that led her to a huge glass floor. This floor was actually the ceiling of the main room, Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four's room, her room, and Numbuh Eight's room! When you looked up at the ceiling, the glass wasn't very clear. But when Seven looked down at everyone, she could see them very clearly. It was designed to spy on people, so Numbuh Seven could see how One, Five, Eight, AND Two-Seventy-Four were doing.
"Are ya sure ya don't want Numbuh Five to get you some tea?" Numbuh Five asked.
"No...I'll be fine," Numbuh One asked. "And, well, I'm sorry about that Truth Or Dare thing..."
"I know... I'm the one who should be sorry, Numbuh One.."
"Why?"
"I..."- Numbuh Five paused, thinking of what she was going into. "Numbuh One, you-well, I..."
Numbuh Five was looking for the right words...but it felt as if her tongue was tied in a knot. How could she tell Numbuh One how she really felt about him?
Numbuh Seven watched the two and giggled under her breath. They had NO clue she was there!
But soon her giggling turned into shock as she looked over to the part of the ceiling that was in Numbuh Eight's room. It was literally torn off! She then cursed as she looked at the giant robot, pissed as she saw Numbuh Eight had been captured by it. She then took out the F.L.A.M.E.T.H.R.O.W.E.R. Numbuh Eight made her a while ago.
F.L.A.M.E.T.H.R.O.W.E.R.
Flame-throwing
Long-range
Ass-kicking
Machine gun with
Everything you need
To
Have
Really
Obnoxious
Weirdoes
Exterminated
Real easily
The girl shot at the robot with as much fire power the weapon had, but it was in vain, for it had NO effect on it. This frightened her so much that she was frozen with fear, so the robot shot the bomb that made her unconscious like Numbuh Eight was, and grabbed her with it's claw.
After doing this, the robot blasted the ceiling over Numbuh One and Numbuh Five. It's giant claw grabbed Numbuh Five, and reached in Numbuh Seven's room to get Numbuh Three.
As soon as it got the four girls, it suddenly flew away, leaving the place in ruins as if nothing had really happened.
-END CHAPTER-
Numbuh Seven: Grrr…I'M GUNNA GET THAT EVIL ROBOT IF MY NAME ISN'T STEPH-er-NUMBUH SEVEN!!!
Chill down, Numbuh Seven! What's the matter?
Numbuh Seven: THAT ROBOT INTERRUPTED ONE AND FIVE AT THEIR 'MOMENTS'! HOW DARE HE!!!
-____-;
Numbuh Seven: Will we kill that stinky robot?
Maybe =P
Numbuh Seven: TELL ME!!!
No, I WON'T give it away!
Numbuh Seven: Awww…:(
=D
By- SarahRulerOfDaUniverse
Chapter 5- Kidnapped?
Disclaimer- I DO NOT OWN KIDS NEXT DOOR OR EMINEM!!!!
Erm... soo... now everyone is pissed off at each other cause of the game of truth or dare...and...yeeahh.. so here's chappie 5! (Oh, and btw, THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH FOR REVIEWING!!!)
After the team had somehow made it out of the cage, Numbuh Eight fled out into the night, running back to the tree house where she, Numbuh Seven, and Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four lived.
As she ran, her hat, which was too big for her head, flied off and landed on the side walk, but Numbuh Eight was too dispirited to care. She no longer cared if she looked weak, nor strong. It wouldn't matter anymore to her, because all that did matter was to get away from it all, far away.
~~~BACK WITH EVERYONE ELES~~~
Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four tried to go after Eight, but Seven stopped him. She knew that Numbuh Eight could get dangerous when she got like this.
"SO YOUR SAYING WE SHOULD JUST LEAVE HER ALONE?!?" Two-Seventy-Four cried.
"Yes. Besides, it's late, we'll find her tomorrow," announced Numbuh One.
"And Numbuh Five thinks she'll be ok. She can take care of herself!" added Numbuh Five.
"But-"
"Oh, just go to sleep!" yelled Numbuh Three, throwing a book at Two-Seventy-Four's head, knocking him out cold.
********
As the seven kids walked to the tree house which was only a few blocks away, Two-Seventy-Four noticed that a pink hat was lying on the sidewalk, but not just any hat...
"'Ey, in't tha' Numbuh Eight's 'at?" asked Numbuh Four.
"D'you think something may have happened to-" started Numbuh Two, but then quickly got cut off when Seven elbowed him, pointing to the very worried Numbuh Two-Seventy Four.
Two-Seventy-Four picked up the hat and carried it with him, hoping that Eight would be at the tree house to receive it.
As soon as they all reached the tree house, they faintly heard music playing from inside.
"What's that sound?" asked Numbuh Three.
"It's Numbuh Eight's stereo. She plays it almost every day," mumbled Numbuh Seven, approaching the door.
"Keekeekeekeekeekee..." said a machine that guarded the door. "What is the password?"
Numbuh Seven looked around cautiously, and whispered, "The password is... Meatballs."
"What kind of password is MEATBALLS?!?!" questioned Numbuh One.
"SHH!! Don't say that out loud!" Numbuh Seven cried as the steel door flung open and reveled a staircase.
As they walked up the staircase, the music became louder, loud enough for them to hear the words of all the songs.
"If I, were to die, murdered in cold blood tomorrow, would you feel sorrow, show love or would it matter?" boomed the stereo.
"What the hell kind of music is this?" cried Numbuh Three.
Numbuh Four glared at Numbuh Three. "'Avn't you 'eard of Eminem?"
"No..." she mumbled.
"Hah, shows how much YOU know!" he exclaimed.
After they finished climbing the stairs, which seemed endless, they ended up in a huge chamber, which had three doors, one labeled 'Jello drinkers welcome,' another labeled, 'Cute guys and non-haters welcome' (this one had the music coming from it), and the last one labeled, 'Kids Next Door Welcome.' The celing was made of glass, and the floor was made of marble.
Seven pointed to the door which said 'Jello drinkers welcome.' "That's my room," she exclaimed.
"And that's my room," added Two-Seventy-Four, pointing to the door that labeled 'Kids Next Door Welcome'.
"And I suppose that's Numbuh Eight's room?" asked Numbuh One, looking to the other door.
Numbuh Seven nodded.
Numbuh Eight didn't know they were right outside her door, about to come into her room. In fact, she didn't even think they cared, because they hadn't even come after her the night before. But when Numbuh One walked in, she thought he had come to make fun of her, so she hurled a chair at him, which made the leader run away back out of the room.
"AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Numbuh One as he exit the girl's realm.
"Look, me and Two-Seventy-Four know her the best, so we'll try to calm her down. There are nachos in my room. Go nuts," said Numbuh Seven.
Numbuh Two, Nunbuh Three, and Numbuh Four rushed in at the word of 'nachos', but Numbuh One and Numbuh Five stood behind.
"Don't you want the nachos?" asked Numbuh Seven.
"Numbuh Five thinks Numbuh One is hurt. Numbuh Eight must've hit Numbuh One's leg, because he can't walk very well. Numbuh Five will stay here with him and try to make him feel better," exclaimed Numbuh Five.
Numbuh Seven grinned. "Ok, I'll be ... around!" she cried, walking towards the staircase.
"WAIT!!! Aren't you going to help me?!?"
"NO!!! You'll do better on your own!"
Two-Seventy-Four sighed. Now he was going to get torn apart by the girl he liked!
"Numbuh Five is sure she won't hurt you," said Numbuh Five.
Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four sighed yet again and entered the room, but instead of getting hit with a chair, he saw Numbuh Eight gazing out the window.
"Have you come to mock me?" she asked.
"No..."
She turned around. Her hair was in the same messy ponytail, but her eyes were swollen as if she'd been crying. She eyed him suspiciously.
"Why did you come here?"
"Because... I was worried," Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four mumbled.
"You were?"
"I found your hat on the sidewalk, and I was worried that something might've happened to you."
The room was quite silent for a good while. Neither of them would like to break it, for they would think they would sound dumb, when finally, Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four said, "I'm sorry that you got yourself embarrassed last night."
"No, it wasn't your fault. It was mines for picking dare."
Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four smiled. "Well, um...here's your hat!" he said, handing her the pink hat.
Numbuh Eight smiled back. "Thanks," she answered, taking the hat and putting it on.
"And you shouldn't be so angry about it, after all, you ARE a good kisser," he said to her, grinning.
This would be something Numbuh Eight would beat someone up for, but instead, she blushed and giggled a bit, making Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four blush as well.
"Um, Sarah-" Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four started, but paused, remembering that her codename was Numbuh Eight.
Numbuh Eight jumped slightly. No one had ever called her by her real name since she had signed up for the Kids Next Door when she was seven years old.
She sighed, and was about to open her mouth to say something but got cut off when a giant robot broke off the roof of her room and hurled some sort of bomb at Numbuh Eight. There was shattered glass everywhere.
When the girl got hit, she immediately fell down, unconscious, and the robot grabbed her and broke off another piece of the roof.
~BACK WITH NUMBUH ONE AND NUMBUH FIVE~
As soon as Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four left, Numbuh Seven went through a secret passageway that led her to a huge glass floor. This floor was actually the ceiling of the main room, Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four's room, her room, and Numbuh Eight's room! When you looked up at the ceiling, the glass wasn't very clear. But when Seven looked down at everyone, she could see them very clearly. It was designed to spy on people, so Numbuh Seven could see how One, Five, Eight, AND Two-Seventy-Four were doing.
"Are ya sure ya don't want Numbuh Five to get you some tea?" Numbuh Five asked.
"No...I'll be fine," Numbuh One asked. "And, well, I'm sorry about that Truth Or Dare thing..."
"I know... I'm the one who should be sorry, Numbuh One.."
"Why?"
"I..."- Numbuh Five paused, thinking of what she was going into. "Numbuh One, you-well, I..."
Numbuh Five was looking for the right words...but it felt as if her tongue was tied in a knot. How could she tell Numbuh One how she really felt about him?
Numbuh Seven watched the two and giggled under her breath. They had NO clue she was there!
But soon her giggling turned into shock as she looked over to the part of the ceiling that was in Numbuh Eight's room. It was literally torn off! She then cursed as she looked at the giant robot, pissed as she saw Numbuh Eight had been captured by it. She then took out the F.L.A.M.E.T.H.R.O.W.E.R. Numbuh Eight made her a while ago.
F.L.A.M.E.T.H.R.O.W.E.R.
Flame-throwing
Long-range
Ass-kicking
Machine gun with
Everything you need
To
Have
Really
Obnoxious
Weirdoes
Exterminated
Real easily
The girl shot at the robot with as much fire power the weapon had, but it was in vain, for it had NO effect on it. This frightened her so much that she was frozen with fear, so the robot shot the bomb that made her unconscious like Numbuh Eight was, and grabbed her with it's claw.
After doing this, the robot blasted the ceiling over Numbuh One and Numbuh Five. It's giant claw grabbed Numbuh Five, and reached in Numbuh Seven's room to get Numbuh Three.
As soon as it got the four girls, it suddenly flew away, leaving the place in ruins as if nothing had really happened.
-END CHAPTER-
Numbuh Seven: Grrr…I'M GUNNA GET THAT EVIL ROBOT IF MY NAME ISN'T STEPH-er-NUMBUH SEVEN!!!
Chill down, Numbuh Seven! What's the matter?
Numbuh Seven: THAT ROBOT INTERRUPTED ONE AND FIVE AT THEIR 'MOMENTS'! HOW DARE HE!!!
-____-;
Numbuh Seven: Will we kill that stinky robot?
Maybe =P
Numbuh Seven: TELL ME!!!
No, I WON'T give it away!
Numbuh Seven: Awww…:(
=D
