I'm SOOOOOOOO sorry!!! I'm so mean for leaving it like that after all the trouble with fanfiction.net's server!!! I'm amazed I actually have people who want me to continue, even after all this time! You guys are great! *sniffle* =) Well you asked for it, so here's the next chapter (sorry to Shaggy and Scooby, who were forced to spend several MONTHS falling gradually closer and closer to those piranhas) =)
Chapter 11: Why Couldn't Scooby be a Chihuahua?
A surge of adrenaline overtook Velma's body. Before she even realised what had happened, she had leapt out of the unlocked chains and onto the control panel, reaching to push the big blue button she had deduced must be the roof control of the piranha tank.
Luckily for Shaggy and Scooby, she was right. They landed on the thick, strong glass, still tied back to back, Shaggy facing down through the glass with half his face squashed against it. He watched with some horror as the deadly beasts furiously circled the surface of the water directly below, deprived of their latest promise of a meal. He tried not to think about the fact that they would have been in there.
"Zoinks," he said quietly, and Scooby sighed with relief.
Ben spun around to see what had taken place, then turned back to see Velma directly in front of him, still leaned over the small control panel, and looking up at him wide-eyed. Freddie and Daphne had run forward too, and were right behind her.
"Hm," he grunted. "You're always saving each other, aren't you?"
"Just what do you think you're going to do, Ben?" Freddie interrupted, frowning.
The warlock let out a quiet cackle. "Well, it was always my priority to rule the earth, but I think I'll start with getting my revenge on all of you!"
With that he waved his arms over his self and suddenly acquired a green glow. Then he began to levitate and rose from the ground until he was above all of their heads. He cackled again and aimed another energy ball.
Freddie instinctively dove to push Daphne and himself out of its path, and it burned an impressive hole through the wall on the other side of the room.
"Come on, guys!" urged Velma, pulling them up. They ran to the piranha tank, Freddie deliberately knocking over the rat fiend, and on seeing the amount of rope used on their two friends, who resembled a couple of unfortunate flies half enclosed in a spider's silken cocoon, realised they were going to have to carry them to safety.
Between the three of them, they were just able to lift the boy and the Great Dane off the top of the tank, and half dragged them out of the nearest door, back into the maze-like corridors of the underground floor, dodging energy balls all the while.
"After them!" Ben roared in frustration. His rat-like servant frantically scrambled to his feet at this order.
"Yes, Master," he said quickly while bowing low, then ran after the gang.
"Like, hurry gang, hurry!" Shaggy yelled.
"Reah, raster, raster!" added Scooby.
"We're... going... as fast... as we... can!" panted Daphne.
"Oh, Scooby," said Freddie as he withdrew one hand to wipe the sweat off his brow, "why couldn't you have been a Chihuahua or something?"
"Rmph!" came the huffy reply.
On seeing the rat servant hot on their heels, the gang were able to pick up a little speed.
Unfortunately, the rope which had held Shaggy and Scooby above the piranha tank was still trailing along the floor behind them. The rat servant saw this and smugly stamped on the end of it, stopping them with surprising strength.
The rope pulled taut and Shaggy and Scooby stopped with a jerk. The gang had been nearing a corner, and the suddenness of this action caused Freddie, Daphne and Velma to fall against the wall in front of them...
...and into it. There was apparently a secret opening which led down to the lower rooms they had been in before, and by the sounds of the screams and the skidding the way to get there was down more sharply declined chutes.
Still levitating, Ben came into view. He was a fair distance behind his servant, who was still standing on the end of the rope, a horrid smirk on his face.
Shaggy and Scooby, still firmly tied up and now helpless, fearfully watched Ben approaching them, and shivered all the while.
Chapter 11: Why Couldn't Scooby be a Chihuahua?
A surge of adrenaline overtook Velma's body. Before she even realised what had happened, she had leapt out of the unlocked chains and onto the control panel, reaching to push the big blue button she had deduced must be the roof control of the piranha tank.
Luckily for Shaggy and Scooby, she was right. They landed on the thick, strong glass, still tied back to back, Shaggy facing down through the glass with half his face squashed against it. He watched with some horror as the deadly beasts furiously circled the surface of the water directly below, deprived of their latest promise of a meal. He tried not to think about the fact that they would have been in there.
"Zoinks," he said quietly, and Scooby sighed with relief.
Ben spun around to see what had taken place, then turned back to see Velma directly in front of him, still leaned over the small control panel, and looking up at him wide-eyed. Freddie and Daphne had run forward too, and were right behind her.
"Hm," he grunted. "You're always saving each other, aren't you?"
"Just what do you think you're going to do, Ben?" Freddie interrupted, frowning.
The warlock let out a quiet cackle. "Well, it was always my priority to rule the earth, but I think I'll start with getting my revenge on all of you!"
With that he waved his arms over his self and suddenly acquired a green glow. Then he began to levitate and rose from the ground until he was above all of their heads. He cackled again and aimed another energy ball.
Freddie instinctively dove to push Daphne and himself out of its path, and it burned an impressive hole through the wall on the other side of the room.
"Come on, guys!" urged Velma, pulling them up. They ran to the piranha tank, Freddie deliberately knocking over the rat fiend, and on seeing the amount of rope used on their two friends, who resembled a couple of unfortunate flies half enclosed in a spider's silken cocoon, realised they were going to have to carry them to safety.
Between the three of them, they were just able to lift the boy and the Great Dane off the top of the tank, and half dragged them out of the nearest door, back into the maze-like corridors of the underground floor, dodging energy balls all the while.
"After them!" Ben roared in frustration. His rat-like servant frantically scrambled to his feet at this order.
"Yes, Master," he said quickly while bowing low, then ran after the gang.
"Like, hurry gang, hurry!" Shaggy yelled.
"Reah, raster, raster!" added Scooby.
"We're... going... as fast... as we... can!" panted Daphne.
"Oh, Scooby," said Freddie as he withdrew one hand to wipe the sweat off his brow, "why couldn't you have been a Chihuahua or something?"
"Rmph!" came the huffy reply.
On seeing the rat servant hot on their heels, the gang were able to pick up a little speed.
Unfortunately, the rope which had held Shaggy and Scooby above the piranha tank was still trailing along the floor behind them. The rat servant saw this and smugly stamped on the end of it, stopping them with surprising strength.
The rope pulled taut and Shaggy and Scooby stopped with a jerk. The gang had been nearing a corner, and the suddenness of this action caused Freddie, Daphne and Velma to fall against the wall in front of them...
...and into it. There was apparently a secret opening which led down to the lower rooms they had been in before, and by the sounds of the screams and the skidding the way to get there was down more sharply declined chutes.
Still levitating, Ben came into view. He was a fair distance behind his servant, who was still standing on the end of the rope, a horrid smirk on his face.
Shaggy and Scooby, still firmly tied up and now helpless, fearfully watched Ben approaching them, and shivered all the while.