Author's Note: Hello, all! I'm back again with the next chapter!
It's a bit short, for me anyways. Sorry bout that.
Oh, and just so you know, Mr. Sir's accent is going to be VERY WEIRD because first of all, I don't know what a Texan accent sounds like, and second, he's drunk.
Oh my god! Thank you to everyone who reviewed! There are more people in this section then I thought! Of course I'll continue; I fully intend to finish this ficcy.
And now to answer my -WONDERFUL- reviews:
Elizabeth: That's ok. Neither can I! ^_~ I will, don't worry!
Karebear: Thanks so much for putting in the effort! It is hard to write when no one is reading.
The names Bob, Sponge Bob: As am I! Thanks for the review!
Satan's Apprentice: I want to know what happens to! * waits patiently for fic to write itself, but nothing happens * Damn, guess I'll have to write it. No! Don't explode! * Douses Satan in water * Oh. See, I can't spell. -_-
ME ^_^: Uhm. Nice screen name! Thank you, I will!
Shea Elven Heart: Mr. Sir is EBIL. I agree. * shakes fist * Want to hear my list of Holes babehs? Stanley, Zero, and Ziggy! Isn't that such a sweet name? Ziggy, Ziggy, Ziggy! Mueah. That's an interesting word too. * goes off muttering 'continue' over and over *
X_Cherrykoolaid: Yes! We desperately need a Holes section. * glares at fanfiction.net peoples * I will!
Roses_R_Red: Sorry about the cliffy. Yes, I tend to do that. There's another one here, too. Whoops? Continue I will. * bows * I sound like yoda. ^_^
The One and Only Trey: Here ya go! Thank you!
WheelerChick: Yay! You reviewed! I hoped you would. Hmmmm...I didn't know you could get drunk off cough syrup and mouthwash. Stupid manufactures. I KNOW!!! There's a -reason- it's an all-boys camp. Besides, it's not canon! * stops foot * Well, I guess it could be AU. But at least in this sorta-AU it could actually have happened. Maybe. Louis Sacher could have just left it out...? Gagh, I'm fighting a losing battle. In any case, thank you so oh-so-very-much! (By the way, could you write another Holes ficcy? Your last one was great.)
ALL RIGHT EVERYBODY, HERE'S THE PLAN! EVERY BODY SUGGEST A HOLES CATEGORY. THIS IS JUST GETTING SAD. THERE ARE WAY TO MANY HOLES FICS TO BE SCATTERED ALL OVER THE SITE.
Just email newcatagory@fanfiction.net. Say the category, which area it falls under, and whether you have stories written for it. We'll have a Holes category in no time! Now on to the fic! Thanks for reading!
~*~
Stanley stumbled along after Mr. Sir, the front of his orange suit firmly in the Texan's grip. He awkwardly turned his head around to look at the rest of D-Tent and was surprised to see them all still standing there with there eyes shaded with their hands staring after him. Stanley tripped over a pile of dirt and Mr. Sir roughly pushed him back up into a walking position. Mr. Sir wasn't having much of a better time walking either, but his was not from not looking where he was going. He was drunk, and was weaving slightly as he walked. Stanley noticed that the man still had hold of X-Ray's shoves in his left hand. Why did he still have it?
Stanley didn't know why he took the blame for X-Ray. He had said that if he found anything he would give it to X-Ray, and in return got respect from him and the rest of the tent. But he hadn't found anything. This also resembled the time when he had taken the blame for Magnet for stealing Mr. Sir's sunflower seeds. He had been burning mad then, who knew what he'd be like when he wasn't in his right mind.
Mr. Sir shoved Stanley in his cabin and looked closely with bleary eyes at the red-taped shovel. Stanley stood quietly, not wanting to make the Texan any madder than he was already. Mr. Sir finished inspecting the shovel and glared at Stanley.
"I don' like you. Never have. It's 'cause 'a you I have these scars on my face." He drawled and pointed to the scratches on his face from the Warden. Mr. Sir went to the little fridge behind his desk, but instead of taking out a soft drink he opened a bottle of beer.
Stanley wandered if he was taking up drinking instead of smoking.
Mr. Sir gulped down some of the beer and wiped his mouth messily. He blinked stupidly, trying to get his bearings before smirking at Stanley and downing the rest of the drink. Stanley guessed that he had asked for the drinks with the next shipment. Supply shipments came every two weeks.
He stood up from where he had been sitting at his desk and swayed a bit. He advanced on Stanley with the shovel.
Stanley took a step back from the approaching man, gasping for breath as he stood in front of him. The Texan smelled heavily of alcohol. Mr. Sir held the shovel up in Stanley's face.
"You see this shovel?" He asked, his words starting to run together. Stanley nodded, his eyes wide. Mr. Sir fingered the sharp edge to the shovel. "Ya see the metal on the edge there?"
"Yes, Mr. Sir." Stanley said, somewhat meekly.
"Sharp. You could kill someone with this shovel, ya know."
Stanley said nothing. What was he supposed to say? 'That's nice, Mr. Sir.' Didn't seem like it would go over well. Mr. Sir wasn't going to kill him, was he? Stanley thought wildly.
Mr. Sir fingered the shovel once more, swaying slightly.
"Take a good look at this shovel." Mr. Sir said loudly.
'Why is he so obsessed with the shovel?' Stanley thought, but his thoughts were cut off as the shovel suddenly swung at his head and everything went dark.
~*~
"I wonder what Sir's gunna do with the Caveman?" Magnet asked the other D-Tent boys as they filed in for bed.
"Why isn't he back yet? No-one has been gone this long before." X- Ray said as he sat down on his bed.
"Maybe Sir killed him and buried his body in a hole." Zigzag suggested, staring at the roof of the tent.
"I swear man. You're paranoid." Squid stated.
Zero said nothing.
It was dark out, and all the tents were going to bed. Stanley still hadn't gotten back yet, and D-Tent was getting worried.
X-Ray couldn't figure out why Caveman had taken the blame. He had no reason to. X-Ray didn't know why anyone would do anything if there was nothing in it for them. Everyone knew Mr. Sir hated the Caveman, who knew what the man would to him. Besides, X-Ray knew the man was drunk. He could tell; his father had been an alcoholic. He knew the signs.
Armpit grabbed the sheet from Stanley's bed and crunched it up and put it under his head as a large pillow.
"Maybe you should leave that for Caveman. He's going to want it when he comes back." Zigzag muttered.
"Shut up, Zig. IF he comes back." Squid said, laying down with his hands behind his head. "I thought you thought Ziggy was being paranoid. And how come you don't like Caveman, Squid?" X-Ray asked.
Squid shrugged.
"He's a pretty boy. I mean, common, who writes to his mom from detention camp?" He said.
X-Ray looked at Squid. He thought maybe Squid just wished his mother would write to him.
Zero said nothing as always, and turned away from the rest of the boys. He hoped Stanley was all right. He was the first friend Zero had ever had, and the only one at Camp Zero was willing to talk to. Besides, he wished Stanley could give him some words. He tried doing it himself, but he couldn't spell out the words correctly and then say the word, first he had to think of a word than spell it out. It didn't work. 'Come on, Stanley. You have to be ok. You're the only friend I have.'
~*~
Stanley woke up lying on a wooden floor. He sat up, but the world started spinning, so he lay down again. He realized there was dirt pressed against his face from the floor, and brushed it off as he tried to slowly sit up. The world spun again, but slowed down a bit. He brought a hand up to brush the sand out of his now Zigzag-resembling hair and his stomach did a nasty turn as he felt something wet and sticky. He brought a shaky hand to the front of his face and his eyes widened and the red liquid on his fingers. Blood.
He glanced out the window of Mr. Sir's office and was surprised to see the sun near the east horizon. Morning? But, he had last been in Mr. Sir's office at evening. He must have been unconscious for the night and a bit of the day.
Suddenly a creak sounded and Stanley snapped his head around. Through the added dizziness he saw the door open and Mr. Sir come in. He didn't seem to notice Stanley there, and that wasn't a good sign. He went to his small fridge and took out a can of beer. Turning around he saw Stanley standing there and spit across the room at him.
"Awake, are ya?" He drawled. He swayed and propped himself up against his desk.
'Shit,' Stanley thought. 'He's drunk again.' Maybe Mr. Sir actually HAD taken up drinking. It was a frightening thought.
"Yes, Mr. Sir." Stanley said, holding a hand to where his head had freshly started to bleed.
"I'll teach you not t' talk t' me in that way." Mr. Sir sneered angrily. He leaned down and grabbed the shovel from the ground, his cowboy hat falling off in a slightly comical way. Stanley didn't exactly feel like laughing. Fearing another hit over the head, Stanley tried to back up, but found he was already backed up against the wall.
"Think that's funny, do ya?" Mr. Sir asked while advancing with the shovel. Stanley shook his head hard, ignoring the vertigo. He grabbed the wall behind him for support.
"I'll damn show ya damn funny..." With drunken jerkiness, Mr. Sir swung the shovel into Stanley's stomach. Hard.
~*~
Author's Note: Mwahahahahha! I TOLD you I was the only one that knew what was going to happen to poor Stanley! Poor dude, he's gunna have hell to go through still.
Just thought I'd leave you with a nice little cliffy to sweeten the deal. Don't worry, more will be out as soon as I can wrangle it!
Review! Please? Thank you so much the people who did last time, it made my eternity. (Yes. Eternity. Muah.)
So seriously, just drop a line or two on your way out! I'll be so very happy, and the chapter will come out quicker!
Luv ya all,
~Eh, Man
It's a bit short, for me anyways. Sorry bout that.
Oh, and just so you know, Mr. Sir's accent is going to be VERY WEIRD because first of all, I don't know what a Texan accent sounds like, and second, he's drunk.
Oh my god! Thank you to everyone who reviewed! There are more people in this section then I thought! Of course I'll continue; I fully intend to finish this ficcy.
And now to answer my -WONDERFUL- reviews:
Elizabeth: That's ok. Neither can I! ^_~ I will, don't worry!
Karebear: Thanks so much for putting in the effort! It is hard to write when no one is reading.
The names Bob, Sponge Bob: As am I! Thanks for the review!
Satan's Apprentice: I want to know what happens to! * waits patiently for fic to write itself, but nothing happens * Damn, guess I'll have to write it. No! Don't explode! * Douses Satan in water * Oh. See, I can't spell. -_-
ME ^_^: Uhm. Nice screen name! Thank you, I will!
Shea Elven Heart: Mr. Sir is EBIL. I agree. * shakes fist * Want to hear my list of Holes babehs? Stanley, Zero, and Ziggy! Isn't that such a sweet name? Ziggy, Ziggy, Ziggy! Mueah. That's an interesting word too. * goes off muttering 'continue' over and over *
X_Cherrykoolaid: Yes! We desperately need a Holes section. * glares at fanfiction.net peoples * I will!
Roses_R_Red: Sorry about the cliffy. Yes, I tend to do that. There's another one here, too. Whoops? Continue I will. * bows * I sound like yoda. ^_^
The One and Only Trey: Here ya go! Thank you!
WheelerChick: Yay! You reviewed! I hoped you would. Hmmmm...I didn't know you could get drunk off cough syrup and mouthwash. Stupid manufactures. I KNOW!!! There's a -reason- it's an all-boys camp. Besides, it's not canon! * stops foot * Well, I guess it could be AU. But at least in this sorta-AU it could actually have happened. Maybe. Louis Sacher could have just left it out...? Gagh, I'm fighting a losing battle. In any case, thank you so oh-so-very-much! (By the way, could you write another Holes ficcy? Your last one was great.)
ALL RIGHT EVERYBODY, HERE'S THE PLAN! EVERY BODY SUGGEST A HOLES CATEGORY. THIS IS JUST GETTING SAD. THERE ARE WAY TO MANY HOLES FICS TO BE SCATTERED ALL OVER THE SITE.
Just email newcatagory@fanfiction.net. Say the category, which area it falls under, and whether you have stories written for it. We'll have a Holes category in no time! Now on to the fic! Thanks for reading!
~*~
Stanley stumbled along after Mr. Sir, the front of his orange suit firmly in the Texan's grip. He awkwardly turned his head around to look at the rest of D-Tent and was surprised to see them all still standing there with there eyes shaded with their hands staring after him. Stanley tripped over a pile of dirt and Mr. Sir roughly pushed him back up into a walking position. Mr. Sir wasn't having much of a better time walking either, but his was not from not looking where he was going. He was drunk, and was weaving slightly as he walked. Stanley noticed that the man still had hold of X-Ray's shoves in his left hand. Why did he still have it?
Stanley didn't know why he took the blame for X-Ray. He had said that if he found anything he would give it to X-Ray, and in return got respect from him and the rest of the tent. But he hadn't found anything. This also resembled the time when he had taken the blame for Magnet for stealing Mr. Sir's sunflower seeds. He had been burning mad then, who knew what he'd be like when he wasn't in his right mind.
Mr. Sir shoved Stanley in his cabin and looked closely with bleary eyes at the red-taped shovel. Stanley stood quietly, not wanting to make the Texan any madder than he was already. Mr. Sir finished inspecting the shovel and glared at Stanley.
"I don' like you. Never have. It's 'cause 'a you I have these scars on my face." He drawled and pointed to the scratches on his face from the Warden. Mr. Sir went to the little fridge behind his desk, but instead of taking out a soft drink he opened a bottle of beer.
Stanley wandered if he was taking up drinking instead of smoking.
Mr. Sir gulped down some of the beer and wiped his mouth messily. He blinked stupidly, trying to get his bearings before smirking at Stanley and downing the rest of the drink. Stanley guessed that he had asked for the drinks with the next shipment. Supply shipments came every two weeks.
He stood up from where he had been sitting at his desk and swayed a bit. He advanced on Stanley with the shovel.
Stanley took a step back from the approaching man, gasping for breath as he stood in front of him. The Texan smelled heavily of alcohol. Mr. Sir held the shovel up in Stanley's face.
"You see this shovel?" He asked, his words starting to run together. Stanley nodded, his eyes wide. Mr. Sir fingered the sharp edge to the shovel. "Ya see the metal on the edge there?"
"Yes, Mr. Sir." Stanley said, somewhat meekly.
"Sharp. You could kill someone with this shovel, ya know."
Stanley said nothing. What was he supposed to say? 'That's nice, Mr. Sir.' Didn't seem like it would go over well. Mr. Sir wasn't going to kill him, was he? Stanley thought wildly.
Mr. Sir fingered the shovel once more, swaying slightly.
"Take a good look at this shovel." Mr. Sir said loudly.
'Why is he so obsessed with the shovel?' Stanley thought, but his thoughts were cut off as the shovel suddenly swung at his head and everything went dark.
~*~
"I wonder what Sir's gunna do with the Caveman?" Magnet asked the other D-Tent boys as they filed in for bed.
"Why isn't he back yet? No-one has been gone this long before." X- Ray said as he sat down on his bed.
"Maybe Sir killed him and buried his body in a hole." Zigzag suggested, staring at the roof of the tent.
"I swear man. You're paranoid." Squid stated.
Zero said nothing.
It was dark out, and all the tents were going to bed. Stanley still hadn't gotten back yet, and D-Tent was getting worried.
X-Ray couldn't figure out why Caveman had taken the blame. He had no reason to. X-Ray didn't know why anyone would do anything if there was nothing in it for them. Everyone knew Mr. Sir hated the Caveman, who knew what the man would to him. Besides, X-Ray knew the man was drunk. He could tell; his father had been an alcoholic. He knew the signs.
Armpit grabbed the sheet from Stanley's bed and crunched it up and put it under his head as a large pillow.
"Maybe you should leave that for Caveman. He's going to want it when he comes back." Zigzag muttered.
"Shut up, Zig. IF he comes back." Squid said, laying down with his hands behind his head. "I thought you thought Ziggy was being paranoid. And how come you don't like Caveman, Squid?" X-Ray asked.
Squid shrugged.
"He's a pretty boy. I mean, common, who writes to his mom from detention camp?" He said.
X-Ray looked at Squid. He thought maybe Squid just wished his mother would write to him.
Zero said nothing as always, and turned away from the rest of the boys. He hoped Stanley was all right. He was the first friend Zero had ever had, and the only one at Camp Zero was willing to talk to. Besides, he wished Stanley could give him some words. He tried doing it himself, but he couldn't spell out the words correctly and then say the word, first he had to think of a word than spell it out. It didn't work. 'Come on, Stanley. You have to be ok. You're the only friend I have.'
~*~
Stanley woke up lying on a wooden floor. He sat up, but the world started spinning, so he lay down again. He realized there was dirt pressed against his face from the floor, and brushed it off as he tried to slowly sit up. The world spun again, but slowed down a bit. He brought a hand up to brush the sand out of his now Zigzag-resembling hair and his stomach did a nasty turn as he felt something wet and sticky. He brought a shaky hand to the front of his face and his eyes widened and the red liquid on his fingers. Blood.
He glanced out the window of Mr. Sir's office and was surprised to see the sun near the east horizon. Morning? But, he had last been in Mr. Sir's office at evening. He must have been unconscious for the night and a bit of the day.
Suddenly a creak sounded and Stanley snapped his head around. Through the added dizziness he saw the door open and Mr. Sir come in. He didn't seem to notice Stanley there, and that wasn't a good sign. He went to his small fridge and took out a can of beer. Turning around he saw Stanley standing there and spit across the room at him.
"Awake, are ya?" He drawled. He swayed and propped himself up against his desk.
'Shit,' Stanley thought. 'He's drunk again.' Maybe Mr. Sir actually HAD taken up drinking. It was a frightening thought.
"Yes, Mr. Sir." Stanley said, holding a hand to where his head had freshly started to bleed.
"I'll teach you not t' talk t' me in that way." Mr. Sir sneered angrily. He leaned down and grabbed the shovel from the ground, his cowboy hat falling off in a slightly comical way. Stanley didn't exactly feel like laughing. Fearing another hit over the head, Stanley tried to back up, but found he was already backed up against the wall.
"Think that's funny, do ya?" Mr. Sir asked while advancing with the shovel. Stanley shook his head hard, ignoring the vertigo. He grabbed the wall behind him for support.
"I'll damn show ya damn funny..." With drunken jerkiness, Mr. Sir swung the shovel into Stanley's stomach. Hard.
~*~
Author's Note: Mwahahahahha! I TOLD you I was the only one that knew what was going to happen to poor Stanley! Poor dude, he's gunna have hell to go through still.
Just thought I'd leave you with a nice little cliffy to sweeten the deal. Don't worry, more will be out as soon as I can wrangle it!
Review! Please? Thank you so much the people who did last time, it made my eternity. (Yes. Eternity. Muah.)
So seriously, just drop a line or two on your way out! I'll be so very happy, and the chapter will come out quicker!
Luv ya all,
~Eh, Man