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Chapter 11: Punks in Black Leather
Isaac closed his register and stretched out. The night had been
horrible, every preppy teen of Kalay and beyond had been in the Dance
Club for half of the night. It was nearly three o'clock in the morning,
and all he wanted to do was sleep.
"Ready to go?" Garet asked, handing him his jacket.
"Yes, very ready to go," he replied dully. He shrugged into his
jacket and they walked towards the doors where Picard was waiting for
them, and they all stepped out into the night.
The cold air revived Isaac somewhat so he was no longer a partial
zombie. Garet plodded along, looking dead on his feet, and Picard
bounced along humming a very cheerful tune. Isaac felt like strangling
him.
"We're being followed," Garet said quietly after a moment.
Picard stopped humming. "They must have seen us leave the Dance
Club."
"It's probably not a good idea to lead them back to the
apartment," Isaac cautioned. He turned left, even though their apartment
was strait ahead. He glanced over his shoulder, once, and saw a bunch of
people, some of them with spiked hair, following at a distance. He
turned right, then left, then went strait, and then went around in a
block a few times.
The people were still following them.
"Okay, this is NOT a coincidence," Isaac muttered. "What should
we do?"
Garet cracked his knuckles. "I say we take 'em."
"Garet, they could have knives or worse on them," Picard warned
him. "We can't just take them on, we could get killed!"
"You're right there, pretty boy."
The obvious leader, a girl wearing a very revealing halter top,
shorts, and a jacket, all in black leather with strangely reddish skin
and hair stepped out in front of them, several other punks with strange
colored skin and hair wearing black leather followed her from the dark
alleyway. The people following them closed in.
"Great, they split up," Isaac grumbled.
Garet cracked his knuckles again.
"And another pretty boy," she smirked at Isaac.
Isaac glanced around. A couple members of the gang appeared to
have no weapons, but more had knives, chains, or steel baseball bats in
their hands.
This just couldn't turn out good.
"Hand us your money," a blue-skinned guy with the same glowing
red eyes as his leader growled.
"All of it," another guy, this one with green skin, glared at
them.
"We don't have any money," Picard held out his hands so that they
could see he was defenseless.
"Well, that's just too bad for you, isn't it," a pink skinned
woman with long blonde hair smirked.
"And it's too bad for you that we have Psynergy," Picard grinned,
and cast Deluge.
A couple of the girls shrieked, and they all scattered.
"That was good, Picard!" Garet congratulated him.
"Let's go home," Isaac groaned.
Hope you all loved that!
Isaac: ::in bluish-silver "It's very possible, with reviews like 'UPDATE
THIS STORY! ME LIKES IT AND ME WANTS MORE!'"::
::nervous laughter:: Well, I'm updating now!
Isaac: ::in blue and gold "Isn't it AMAZING?!"
Yeah...it's been a long time. Anyways, enjoy!
Chapter 11: Punks in Black Leather
Isaac closed his register and stretched out. The night had been
horrible, every preppy teen of Kalay and beyond had been in the Dance
Club for half of the night. It was nearly three o'clock in the morning,
and all he wanted to do was sleep.
"Ready to go?" Garet asked, handing him his jacket.
"Yes, very ready to go," he replied dully. He shrugged into his
jacket and they walked towards the doors where Picard was waiting for
them, and they all stepped out into the night.
The cold air revived Isaac somewhat so he was no longer a partial
zombie. Garet plodded along, looking dead on his feet, and Picard
bounced along humming a very cheerful tune. Isaac felt like strangling
him.
"We're being followed," Garet said quietly after a moment.
Picard stopped humming. "They must have seen us leave the Dance
Club."
"It's probably not a good idea to lead them back to the
apartment," Isaac cautioned. He turned left, even though their apartment
was strait ahead. He glanced over his shoulder, once, and saw a bunch of
people, some of them with spiked hair, following at a distance. He
turned right, then left, then went strait, and then went around in a
block a few times.
The people were still following them.
"Okay, this is NOT a coincidence," Isaac muttered. "What should
we do?"
Garet cracked his knuckles. "I say we take 'em."
"Garet, they could have knives or worse on them," Picard warned
him. "We can't just take them on, we could get killed!"
"You're right there, pretty boy."
The obvious leader, a girl wearing a very revealing halter top,
shorts, and a jacket, all in black leather with strangely reddish skin
and hair stepped out in front of them, several other punks with strange
colored skin and hair wearing black leather followed her from the dark
alleyway. The people following them closed in.
"Great, they split up," Isaac grumbled.
Garet cracked his knuckles again.
"And another pretty boy," she smirked at Isaac.
Isaac glanced around. A couple members of the gang appeared to
have no weapons, but more had knives, chains, or steel baseball bats in
their hands.
This just couldn't turn out good.
"Hand us your money," a blue-skinned guy with the same glowing
red eyes as his leader growled.
"All of it," another guy, this one with green skin, glared at
them.
"We don't have any money," Picard held out his hands so that they
could see he was defenseless.
"Well, that's just too bad for you, isn't it," a pink skinned
woman with long blonde hair smirked.
"And it's too bad for you that we have Psynergy," Picard grinned,
and cast Deluge.
A couple of the girls shrieked, and they all scattered.
"That was good, Picard!" Garet congratulated him.
"Let's go home," Isaac groaned.
Hope you all loved that!
Isaac: ::in bluish-silver "It's very possible, with reviews like 'UPDATE
THIS STORY! ME LIKES IT AND ME WANTS MORE!'"::
::nervous laughter:: Well, I'm updating now!