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Disclaimer: Like I said before, I basically only own Uncle Eric and the plot of this fic, nothing else.
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Chapter Three: Black Riders
"Hey, Frank! This way, Frank!" Frank sighed and went over to where Mark and Peter were. It was lunch time and the strange event that occured in his English class was still in Frank's mind.
"Hey, Mark, Peter," Frank greeted as he sat down and shoved his tray aside, not hungry. Mark eyed the tray for a moment before looking up to his older friend.
"You're not eating?" he asked, surprised, and received a negative as Frank pulled out his book from English.
"Since you're not eating, can I have your fries?" Peter asked, taking the french fries off of Frank's plate. A moment later, with a look over to Frank, he also took his pizza.
"You're reading The Lord of the Rings?" Mark asked, stealing some of Peter's new fries. Frank shrugged and put the book on the table.
"We were assigned to read it in English. Your know about the book?" he asked and waited for an answer since Mark had taken a bite of his pizza when Frank began his question.
"Books," Mark corrected after swallowing. "It's a trilogy and you've got the first book of it. It's pretty interesting."
Frank looked curiously at his friend. "You've read it?"
"When I was little, my mom read it to me. She did a great job doing Galadriel's lines. Dad helped too," Mark said and snickered as he remembered his dad's bad impressions of the characters he read.
Frank smiled lightly and turned the book over to the back. "Elves, Dwarves, and...Hobbits?" he read aloud.
"Furry-footed, short people," Mark explained, swatting Peter's hand away from his fries. Frank gave his friend a curious look.
"Huh...why would someone write about...furry-footed, short people?" he asked, turning the book back over to the front cover. Mark rolled his eyes at him.
"It's not just about them. It's about a Ring that an evil dark lord needs to regain strength and control all of Middle-earth again. The Hobbits just happened to find the Ring and one of them had to go on a quest to destroy it," Mark answered as if he was talking to a five-year-old. "You'd like it, trust me."
"So...does he destroy it?" Frank asked, hoping that Mark would tell him.
"I can't tell you that! That'd be spoiling everything!" his friend exclaimed, while Peter succeeded in taking some of Mark's fries. Mark glared daggers at the younger boy.
Frank laughed at the two. "Hey, listen, I have to get something out of my locker for math," he told them, standing up and grabbing his book.
Mark and Peter looked up at him. "You're not allowed up stairs during lunch," Mark pointed out.
"You two break the rules all the time. I can't afford to get another zero on my homework just because I forgot it in my locker," Frank said, looking pointedly at Peter, who tried his best to look innocent.
"All right, fine. But if you get caught, we're denying that we know you," Mark told him and Frank laughed.
"Sure. See you guys later," he said and walked off just as Peter got hit in the head for stealing another of Mark's fries.
Frank made sure none of the teachers on duty were watching when he snuck his way up the stairs and into the long, empty, off-white hallways. As he made his way to his locker, he listened to the sounds of his leather shoes hitting the white tile. He had always wondered why whoever built the school just had the hallways white and off-white with no colors except the green lockers.
When he made it in front of his locker, he tossed his booksack that he had kept on while talking to Mark and Peter to the ground and worked on getting his locker open. As he was doing this, there was some footsteps around the far corner at the other end of the hall.
Afraid it was a teacher, Frank grabbed his booksack and ran quickly and silently into an unlocked classroom that was dark. He was lucky it had been unlocked and that no one was in the room. He was also lucky that there weren't many classes in that hall, meaning there weren't much classes going on.
He listened to the echoing footsteps as he stood in the dark room, his back against the door. He strained his ears as the footsteps disappeared altogether. Confused, Frank began to wonder if he should open the door and look.
Deciding that it was best, Frank opened the door a small crack and looked out, only to yelp in surprise and fright as a person dressed in a black cloak stood in front of the door. Frank dropped his booksack, knowing that this person was definitely not supposed to be in the school.
The person walked into the room slowly as Frank backed away, not knowing he was still clutching the book in his right hand. "Frank Johnson?" the strange person seemed to hiss, cocking its head to the side.
Too scared to answer, Frank just managed a nod and stumbled when he backed into a student chair. The person just followed him and soon Frank was against the wall, while the person was right in his face. Though the person was in his face, he couldn't see its face.
Swallowing, to wet his dry throat, Frank spoke. "W-what do you w-want?" he stuttered, but got no reply, because at that moment the classroom door flew open and the light turned on.
Frank blinked as his eyes got used to the brightness, but when they did adjust, he saw that the other person was gone and Mr. White was the other person who had entered the room.
Mr. White took quick notice to the panting, sweating boy in his class room. "Mr. Johnson, are you all right?" he asked, concerned.
Frank looked around the room, trying to see where the other person could have gone, but, after seeing no sign of it, he nodded. Mr. White went up to him and studied him for a moment.
"If you are quite fine, I'm sure you'll be able to tell me what you are doing in my classroom during your lunch break," he said and carefully watched the youth, who looked like he wanted to make a break for it.
"I-I was getting some homework I forgot in my locker. S-students aren't allowed up here duriong lunch, so I--" Frank began, but Mr. White nodded.
"Ah, so when you thought there was a teacher coming, you hid in my room, is that it?" he asked and Frank nodded quickly, praying he wasn't going to get in trouble for this.
"Well, go get your stuff from your locker quickly and with this note," Mr. White finished, handing him a small piece a paper that had something he had just written on it. Frank took it, said a quiet thanks, and quickly went to pick up his booksack.
Before he left the room, Frank looked carefully to see if the strange person was out there. When he saw that there was no one out there, he quickly ran to his locker, without noticing Mr. White's extremely concerned and troubled face.
"Mark! Peter!" Frank called as he made his way back to the lunch table. He was still shaking and was still very much afraid from his strange encounter from that strange person.
"Hey, Frank," the two greeted together as Frank tossed his booksack down, forgetting again about the book he held.
"You two aren't going to believe me when I tell you what happened--" Frank started, but was interrupted when Peter grinned.
"You got in trouble, didn't you?" he asked and gave Frank a look as if to tell him that he was proud of Frank getting in trouble for once.
"No. Instead there was this person that was dressed all in black--" Frank began but this time Mark interrupted.
"Uh, Frank...you're going to tear up the cover the way you're gripping it," he told him and Frank then noticed how he was still holding the book tightly. Shaking his head, he put it on the table. "And I think you like the Black Riders too much."
"Black Riders? If they're characters in the book, I don't know about them because I haven't started reading it yet," Frank said, getting odd looks from his two friends.
"Are you saying you really saw some person dressed in black in the Locker Hall?" Mark asked, still not sure what to make of Frank's story. Frank nodded quickly and held out his shaking hands.
"Would I be shaking this bad if I were lying?" hhe asked, while the two just watched his hands shaking uncontrollably.
"Did the person in black see you?" Peter asked, in wonder. Frank nodded again and quickly looked around the lunchroom, looking for anymore people dressed in black.
"He...she...it--whatever it was--asked if I was Frank Johnson," he told them and Mark's eyes widened, while Peter's jaw fell open. They were beginning to believe Frank because Frank was not one that would lie to his friends.
"What did you do to have people looking for you...in school?!" Peter exclaimed, nearly yelling.
"Sh!" Mark hissed, looking to see if anyone had heard. Frank shook his head.
"I didn't do anything!" Frank shouted and Mark hissed for him to be quiet.
"Well, I'm clueless as to what you did. Why would someone be looking for you, anyway?" Peter said and suddenly Mr. White's words from earlier that morning came to him mind.
'When you read this book, you will find there is a great deal you do not know about yourself. This book shows you a time of which you have forgotten. Do try and keep an open mind when you are reading this. It is greatly important that you understand.'
Frank looked down at the book, who's cover was slightly wet after being in his sweaty palms for a while.
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Chapter Three is now over. Hope you're liking this now. All will be explained soon...or maybe Frank will get into more trouble. ^.~ Stay tuned!
Disclaimer: Like I said before, I basically only own Uncle Eric and the plot of this fic, nothing else.
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Chapter Three: Black Riders
"Hey, Frank! This way, Frank!" Frank sighed and went over to where Mark and Peter were. It was lunch time and the strange event that occured in his English class was still in Frank's mind.
"Hey, Mark, Peter," Frank greeted as he sat down and shoved his tray aside, not hungry. Mark eyed the tray for a moment before looking up to his older friend.
"You're not eating?" he asked, surprised, and received a negative as Frank pulled out his book from English.
"Since you're not eating, can I have your fries?" Peter asked, taking the french fries off of Frank's plate. A moment later, with a look over to Frank, he also took his pizza.
"You're reading The Lord of the Rings?" Mark asked, stealing some of Peter's new fries. Frank shrugged and put the book on the table.
"We were assigned to read it in English. Your know about the book?" he asked and waited for an answer since Mark had taken a bite of his pizza when Frank began his question.
"Books," Mark corrected after swallowing. "It's a trilogy and you've got the first book of it. It's pretty interesting."
Frank looked curiously at his friend. "You've read it?"
"When I was little, my mom read it to me. She did a great job doing Galadriel's lines. Dad helped too," Mark said and snickered as he remembered his dad's bad impressions of the characters he read.
Frank smiled lightly and turned the book over to the back. "Elves, Dwarves, and...Hobbits?" he read aloud.
"Furry-footed, short people," Mark explained, swatting Peter's hand away from his fries. Frank gave his friend a curious look.
"Huh...why would someone write about...furry-footed, short people?" he asked, turning the book back over to the front cover. Mark rolled his eyes at him.
"It's not just about them. It's about a Ring that an evil dark lord needs to regain strength and control all of Middle-earth again. The Hobbits just happened to find the Ring and one of them had to go on a quest to destroy it," Mark answered as if he was talking to a five-year-old. "You'd like it, trust me."
"So...does he destroy it?" Frank asked, hoping that Mark would tell him.
"I can't tell you that! That'd be spoiling everything!" his friend exclaimed, while Peter succeeded in taking some of Mark's fries. Mark glared daggers at the younger boy.
Frank laughed at the two. "Hey, listen, I have to get something out of my locker for math," he told them, standing up and grabbing his book.
Mark and Peter looked up at him. "You're not allowed up stairs during lunch," Mark pointed out.
"You two break the rules all the time. I can't afford to get another zero on my homework just because I forgot it in my locker," Frank said, looking pointedly at Peter, who tried his best to look innocent.
"All right, fine. But if you get caught, we're denying that we know you," Mark told him and Frank laughed.
"Sure. See you guys later," he said and walked off just as Peter got hit in the head for stealing another of Mark's fries.
Frank made sure none of the teachers on duty were watching when he snuck his way up the stairs and into the long, empty, off-white hallways. As he made his way to his locker, he listened to the sounds of his leather shoes hitting the white tile. He had always wondered why whoever built the school just had the hallways white and off-white with no colors except the green lockers.
When he made it in front of his locker, he tossed his booksack that he had kept on while talking to Mark and Peter to the ground and worked on getting his locker open. As he was doing this, there was some footsteps around the far corner at the other end of the hall.
Afraid it was a teacher, Frank grabbed his booksack and ran quickly and silently into an unlocked classroom that was dark. He was lucky it had been unlocked and that no one was in the room. He was also lucky that there weren't many classes in that hall, meaning there weren't much classes going on.
He listened to the echoing footsteps as he stood in the dark room, his back against the door. He strained his ears as the footsteps disappeared altogether. Confused, Frank began to wonder if he should open the door and look.
Deciding that it was best, Frank opened the door a small crack and looked out, only to yelp in surprise and fright as a person dressed in a black cloak stood in front of the door. Frank dropped his booksack, knowing that this person was definitely not supposed to be in the school.
The person walked into the room slowly as Frank backed away, not knowing he was still clutching the book in his right hand. "Frank Johnson?" the strange person seemed to hiss, cocking its head to the side.
Too scared to answer, Frank just managed a nod and stumbled when he backed into a student chair. The person just followed him and soon Frank was against the wall, while the person was right in his face. Though the person was in his face, he couldn't see its face.
Swallowing, to wet his dry throat, Frank spoke. "W-what do you w-want?" he stuttered, but got no reply, because at that moment the classroom door flew open and the light turned on.
Frank blinked as his eyes got used to the brightness, but when they did adjust, he saw that the other person was gone and Mr. White was the other person who had entered the room.
Mr. White took quick notice to the panting, sweating boy in his class room. "Mr. Johnson, are you all right?" he asked, concerned.
Frank looked around the room, trying to see where the other person could have gone, but, after seeing no sign of it, he nodded. Mr. White went up to him and studied him for a moment.
"If you are quite fine, I'm sure you'll be able to tell me what you are doing in my classroom during your lunch break," he said and carefully watched the youth, who looked like he wanted to make a break for it.
"I-I was getting some homework I forgot in my locker. S-students aren't allowed up here duriong lunch, so I--" Frank began, but Mr. White nodded.
"Ah, so when you thought there was a teacher coming, you hid in my room, is that it?" he asked and Frank nodded quickly, praying he wasn't going to get in trouble for this.
"Well, go get your stuff from your locker quickly and with this note," Mr. White finished, handing him a small piece a paper that had something he had just written on it. Frank took it, said a quiet thanks, and quickly went to pick up his booksack.
Before he left the room, Frank looked carefully to see if the strange person was out there. When he saw that there was no one out there, he quickly ran to his locker, without noticing Mr. White's extremely concerned and troubled face.
"Mark! Peter!" Frank called as he made his way back to the lunch table. He was still shaking and was still very much afraid from his strange encounter from that strange person.
"Hey, Frank," the two greeted together as Frank tossed his booksack down, forgetting again about the book he held.
"You two aren't going to believe me when I tell you what happened--" Frank started, but was interrupted when Peter grinned.
"You got in trouble, didn't you?" he asked and gave Frank a look as if to tell him that he was proud of Frank getting in trouble for once.
"No. Instead there was this person that was dressed all in black--" Frank began but this time Mark interrupted.
"Uh, Frank...you're going to tear up the cover the way you're gripping it," he told him and Frank then noticed how he was still holding the book tightly. Shaking his head, he put it on the table. "And I think you like the Black Riders too much."
"Black Riders? If they're characters in the book, I don't know about them because I haven't started reading it yet," Frank said, getting odd looks from his two friends.
"Are you saying you really saw some person dressed in black in the Locker Hall?" Mark asked, still not sure what to make of Frank's story. Frank nodded quickly and held out his shaking hands.
"Would I be shaking this bad if I were lying?" hhe asked, while the two just watched his hands shaking uncontrollably.
"Did the person in black see you?" Peter asked, in wonder. Frank nodded again and quickly looked around the lunchroom, looking for anymore people dressed in black.
"He...she...it--whatever it was--asked if I was Frank Johnson," he told them and Mark's eyes widened, while Peter's jaw fell open. They were beginning to believe Frank because Frank was not one that would lie to his friends.
"What did you do to have people looking for you...in school?!" Peter exclaimed, nearly yelling.
"Sh!" Mark hissed, looking to see if anyone had heard. Frank shook his head.
"I didn't do anything!" Frank shouted and Mark hissed for him to be quiet.
"Well, I'm clueless as to what you did. Why would someone be looking for you, anyway?" Peter said and suddenly Mr. White's words from earlier that morning came to him mind.
'When you read this book, you will find there is a great deal you do not know about yourself. This book shows you a time of which you have forgotten. Do try and keep an open mind when you are reading this. It is greatly important that you understand.'
Frank looked down at the book, who's cover was slightly wet after being in his sweaty palms for a while.
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Chapter Three is now over. Hope you're liking this now. All will be explained soon...or maybe Frank will get into more trouble. ^.~ Stay tuned!
