Sherbet Mayhem: Howdy dowdy folks, it is I! Here once again to give you a tasty helping of candy-striped goodness and sugary delight – all wrapped up in one wholesome chapter of WAR! Chapter eight, to be more specific. The time is 21:39 pm. Quite early for moi!
Everybody seemed to like Chapter Seven, which is a good thing!
I really had better get on with this. I own . . . everything I did in the previous chapters, plus an ICE-CUBE TRAY! (how lazy was that?!?! Lol) Mmm, ice! It's good to chew on!
Whoever told me that it's Lake Baikal and not Bikau – how weird was that? I mean, when I was writing chapter seven I hadn't read your review yet. So I went and looked it up in the Atlas myself because I knew it wasn't right but didn't know what was. So after I checked it and stuff, it turns out that you had just reviewed chapter six and told me that it was Baikal! That was so scary! Thanks! ;p
Thank you to all who reviewed the last chapters! Please review this one too!
I don't usually mention people in my disclaimers until the last chapter of a story (even though I've already mentioned a few people in this story already!) but I really have one particular shout out to make. Lindsay, I really honestly don't know what to say. You are such a fantastic person, and I'm so thankful that you are my friend. You have been my total support beam while I've been writing and . . . I don't actually know how to put this . . . I am so honestly amazed by what a wonderful personality you have, and it's just been an utter privilege to know you. You've given so much to me over the past few months that I thought I'd let you know, just in case you ever need a support beam of your own, that I'm right behind you. These lyrics seem to do the trick . . .
"Sail on, silver girl, sail on by.
Your time has come to shine; all your dreams are on their way.
See how they shine!
If you need a friend, I'm sailing right behind."
What more can I say but 'thank you'? God bless you x x x x (email me if you want to know who wrote those lyrics . . . you may already know . . . )
Well, enough of the slushiness *wipes tear from eye dramatically*! Man, I'm freezing! My stomach muscles keep tensing up because I'm so cold – and you probably think I am the craziest person in the universe to admit that to you guys, huh? :p Best get on with chapter eight!
Here we go then! Now where did I put those ideas . . .
Readers: -_-*
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Chapter Eight: Going under
Max squinted his eyes shut as he felt the impact of the water on his face. It was freezing – Max felt as though he were being grabbed and tousled by a thousand icy hands with long, piercing nails and a rough touch. Still, he shook it off. He had to swim fast.
Directly in front of him was Dave, swimming along the pipe smoothly. The sub-zero temperature of the chilled Russian waters didn't really seem to bother Dave. He simply made his way along the pipe, using the sides of it to propel himself forward with his hands. His legs merely kicked behind him for extra speed. In fact, he needed that speed, and not just because he would run out air soon! Jenny was difficult to keep up with. Okay, so she swam really weirdly, with her feet kicking out in an unorthodox fashion (making her look like a frog), but whatever she did it gave her a ton of speed. Dave hurried along behind her, keeping a close eye on the girl as she followed her computer screen – fortunately, her computer was still able to work in up to fifty metres of water. Behind Dave swam Max, following Dave's example of propelling oneself with the sides of the pipe.
Tyson followed confidently, being an able swimmer. He had taken lessons when he was younger and had completed a lot of his martial arts training in water. He'd never thought that learning how to stay under water for longer periods of time would come in handy. Right now, he said a silent thanks to his grandpa for teaching him that.
Soon the pipe began to narrow, and it became rather unnerving and more difficult to negotiate. In the lead, Jenny slid through the cylindrical shape, pulling herself along. It was entirely daunting – constantly thoughts skipped and flashed into her head of getting stuck and drowning – plus the men behind her would die. However, she continued, attempting to keep up the speed, and her lungs starting to throb. Her computer read that there were about eleven metres left to go, and she smiled as she swam out from the pipe and into an underwater cavern, feeling that a little 'breathing' space was a welcome refreshment. The rest of the team followed her, the open space a relief.
As Tyson entered the exit of the reservoir and entered the pipes once more, which were now widening out again, Rei glanced about himself. It was impossible to see much, and a lot of the time he had his eyes squinted almost completely shut. The water flooded them and hurt quite a bit, and it was easier just to use his hands and feel along the pipes. Still, the lack of pipe in the open reservoir had forced him to look around, and he just caught sight of Tyson entering the pipe up ahead. A dull throbbing beginning to make itself known in Rei's chest, he grinned, knowing that there were now only eight or so metres left to traverse.
As he swam forward, Rei felt a sharp burning on his hand, and, glancing down at it, he found that a few sparks from his flare had settled on his hands and begun to burn the skin. Grimacing and reacting as any human would, Rei snatched his hands back and let go of the flare. The water about him became dark, and he couldn't see a thing except the flare, moving away as though carried on a gentle breeze, floating.
Rei followed the flare, exasperated, back to the tunnel he had just swum through. He finally caught up with it as it came to rest on the lip of the circular exit to the pipe, and reached down and picked it up. Feeling the welcome warmth of the flare on his hand again, he turned to swim away, and used his legs to kick himself off the lip of the pipe for some extra speed.
Rei hadn't known exclamations could be heard under water.
As he pushed with his legs, he heard something like a muffled, distorted "Ow!". Turning, despite the fact that his chest really was beginning to hurt him now, Rei stopped short and had to stop himself from crying out as Kai dragged himself through the exit of the pipe by his arms.
Instantly seeing that Kai was in difficulty, Rei swam back as his friend shook his hand in annoyance. Rei had stood on it and Kai was glaring at him. Rei spread his hands defensively with an innocent expression on his handsome face. However, Kai didn't seem to pay much attention. He pulled himself a little further, one hand already occupied with the burning flare, and looked about the wide reservoir. It would be troublesome for him to cross.
After he had dived into the water, he had immediately felt difficulties, but he had attempted to ignore them. He did not want to slow the team down in any way. The fact that the alarms had gone off already, when they were only just into their mission, had disturbed him, and he knew speed was of the essence. However, it was quite difficult to keep a steady, swift velocity when his waist felt like it was about to snap. It seemed to be easier to pull himself along using the gritty slopes of the pipe and so he did. The wide space he was entering into would cause a problem, and he was running out of air. Plus, his hand was hurting.
"Dumb Rei . . . " he thought, irritated. He'd been in tighter spots – but they hadn't been underwater.
While thinking, Kai felt a pair of strong hands grasp him about his stomach. Jumping (not jumping up and down, jumping as in 'startled'), thinking perhaps he had been caught and preparing to defend himself, he tensed as he was swept upward. He lost his grip on the lip of the pipe and cried out, growling at the sudden loss of air. Looking up and feeling rather helpless, he glanced sight of a black bang of hair and a glitter of amber eyes. Rei was 'carrying' him across the wide, open area.
Rei pushed Kai through into the pipe, his lungs beginning to feel like exploding, and entered in himself. Kai made it up the pipe pretty speedily, soon catching up to the rest of the team. Eventually, when all of their chests honestly did feel like bursting open in a hungry attempt to steal some much needed air, the pipes led into an open expanse, about ten metres deep, and the team found themselves surrounded by terrifying turbines, swirling about in the water and creating a nuisance of a current. The steady 'chug' of the machinery could be heard plainly through the water waves.
Jenny fiddled quickly on her computer, her sight beginning to go blurry. She found what she had hoped to see – the computer indicated where the guard was. 'Jezza' appeared to be sitting on the opposite side of the room – which was large and deep. Knowing that the team would be safe if (and only 'if') they surfaced quietly, Jenny kicked upwards with her strong legs, thrusting hastily towards the surface.
She broke the surface of the water momentarily, only surfacing to grab a mouthful of air, and then quickly popped her head back under. She almost collided with Dave, and grabbed him firmly about the shoulders. With a quick gesture of putting her finger to her lips, Jenny successfully indicated to Dave that he had to be very quiet. With a nod, Dave swam upwards and broke the invisible wall of surface until his nostrils were in the air. He breathed quietly, relishing in the blessed oxygen.
He smiled as Max and Tyson popped their heads up simultaneously and sharply took in a breath or two. They were louder than he had been – but not loud enough to be heard. There was a little wait, during which Dave spun around in the water and looked around, and finally Jenny, Kai and Rei broke the surface and allowed themselves the relief of oxygen, colour returning to their faces as it swelled about their bodies.
When they had recovered sufficient breath as a unit, Jenny began to whisper to them.
"Jezza's round th' corner. Oo's got th' best aim 'ere?"
All eyes turned to Dave – who blushed. He didn't like having all the attention, but he did have a fantastic aim. Part of him was pleased to have finally been given some responsibility but the other part cringed at the pressure his teammates had immediately laid upon him. Still, he nodded.
"That'd be me."
Plus it gave him a chance to impress Jenny.
"Where is he exactly?"
As Jenny handed him her very wet computer, Dave pulled out his gun, making sure the silencer was loaded on. Although the alarms had gone off already, he didn't want to let BIOVOLT know where they were, did he? He loaded his Minimi and grasped the computer, scanning the screen with his dark eyes. The brown in them flashed as they caught the dot that represented Jezza the guard.
"This'll be a cinch," he said confidently, swimming towards the position Jezza was in. He avoided a few pieces of noisy machinery, which were chopping up and down in the water, and then swam close about a large rusted pillar. He could smell the copper on it; ripe and wet. Looking at the computer, Dave could see that Jezza was still in that same position. Peering about the copper red rustic column allowed him to see that Jezza – an obese guard with little hair – was sitting down and reading a newspaper. Dave smiled.
"Too bad you slept on the job, buddy," he thought as he took aim. His finger tensed as he cocked the gun, and prepared to fire. He was thriving – the pressure was egging him on.
Before Dave could fire, he felt a sharp jolt in the centre of his back, and he gasped. A strange sinking feeling followed, and, unsure of whether he really was sinking, Dave let himself lapse into the cold, comatose world of blackness that beckoned him so invitingly.
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None of them had seen the sniper watching them from atop one of the giant machines. Jenny's computer hadn't even picked him up. However, once Dave had taken the hit, Sui Generis looked up and spotted their assailant with little difficulty.
"DIVE!" yelled Kai quickly, sensing that they were out of their depth in more ways than one. He quickly moved under the water, knowing that the murky water in the room would be difficult to aim through and the team were safer underwater for a while.
Meanwhile, Tyson heard the order to dive, but paid little attention. It registered in his mind, but he had no intention of responding. Instead, he moved just under the surface of the frothy waters and swam along like a crocodile pursuing its prey. He knew what he was hunting.
He swam to where Dave had slipped underneath the water and dove deeper, squinting his eyes through the murky depths to try and spot his friend – knowing that lighting a flare would be his downfall. Luckily enough, he had moved very quickly, and was not far away from Dave, who was falling through the water with his eyes closed, blood streaming from a hole pierced deep in his back. Eyes widening, alive, Tyson swam down, his heart thudding cruelly, and he grabbed his friend about the waist, swimming back towards the surface.
Max grabbed him before he resurfaced, and shook his head. It was then that Tyson remembered that he couldn't resurface without having his head blown off.
"Hmm, problematic . . . " he thought cynically, tired of all of this playing and waiting. He looked about and saw Jenny, Rei and Kai had gathered about him. Rei and Kai were signalling something to each other that Tyson could not understand. Jenny seemed to – she was nodding along.
Kai turned so his back was facing Rei and Rei immediately reached into Kai's backpack, pulling out the lethal M16 machine gun with its laser sight and grenade launcher attached.
"They're not gonna . . . "Tyson doubts clouded his head, and then dissipated as he realised there was nothing they could do beside use the grenade launcher. Could they launch? Not in this murky water. What were the chances of hitting the sniper and Jezza? If they used the grenade launcher, they would be able to take out both of the guards with little aim. However, they did run the risk of blowing up the machinery.
Kai ran his hands along the weapon. It certainly was impressive. The M203 grenade launcher, fixed at the top of the machine gun, glinted in some sort of dull lighting, probably from the overhead lights in the ceiling.
A bullet whizzed past their heads, and Kai and Rei darted in the water, gasping and choking on the dirty water.
"The sniper even saw the glint in the bullet!" thought Max as he whirled around in the water, checking that nobody had been hit. Everyone seemed to be all right, despite the obvious lack of breathing going on. Kai and Rei rejoined, as it would take two of them to fit the thing together. They tinkered with the weapon for a few moments until it was ready, and then Kai turned in the water, his hair brushing into his dangerous eyes as he looked upwards. A glance at his friend told Kai that Dave was unlikely to survive.
"Enough is enough," he snarled to himself, gritting his teeth as he pulled the trigger. Instead of firing a round of machine gun clips, a small grenade launched from the gun, spiralling through the muddy water at a breathtaking pace and leaving a white trail of whiz behind it. It burst out of the water and slammed into the nearby turbine – the one the sniper had been standing atop of.
The sniper cried out and slipped into the water as the turbine groaned and began to leak gussets of spray water. Back under the water, Kai swivelled to his right and let rip with another grenade, this one slightly more accurate and squaring Jezza right in the gut. The man blew up before he even knew what was going on.
Tyson swam up quickly, pulling Dave along with him. His head broke the surface and he gasped in mighty gulps of the air, yanking Dave's head out of the water so that if he was still breathing he could indeed breathe. His friends popped their heads up besides him and delighted in the absolute rewards of air they had been given.
"We have . . . to move!" gasped Rei in between mouthfuls of ice cold oxygen, "They'll be in here quickly!"
"Where do we move to?" cried max in exasperation, noticing with a disapproving eye that the water level was rising quickly due to the leakage of water from the turbine. Hot steam was also making its way about the room and threatened to engulf them and burn.
"Well, we can take th' normal exit," Jenny yelled, attempting to be heard over the sloshing waters and hissing steam sprays, "bur'I wouldn'a'! BIOVOLT'll be all over tha' by now!"
"Are there any other exits?" asked Kai quickly, allowing Rei to slip his shoulder underneath his arm. Admitting that his legs felt like lead was not a problem to Kai right now – he had more important things to worry about. He welcomed the extra support, and Rei smiled.
"You okay?"
A nod from Kai confirmed this, and Jenny spoke.
"Nah, not really. There's only tha' exit. But there is a shaft we could use . . . 'cept it's in the top righ' hand corner o' th' room!"
The group looked upwards in dismay and saw the exit that Jenny was referring to – a square ventilation shaft high up in the far reaches of the area. Rei shook his head.
"You want us to fly up there or something? Don't be ridiculous!"
Jenny pouted. "Shurrup, Rei! I know whar'I'm takin' abou'! 'Av you got any better ideas?"
Rei fell silent. She did have a point. The water levels around them continued to rise, and Rei growled a small waved splashed over his face and water went up his nose. Kai slipped away from his support, gazing upwards at the shaft.
"Isn't there any other way out?" asked Tyson, still gripping the unconscious Dave tightly. The boy hadn't woken up.
"We don't need one," said Kai, still staring up at the vent shaft in the corner. The rest of the team stared him, bemused.
"What?" asked Rei, "Oh great, the steam's gone to his head!"
"That's ENOUGH, Kon! Snap out of it and don't you dare disrespect me again." clipped Kai callously, suddenly more abrupt than Rei was used to. He fell silent, annoyed that he had been spoken too in such a manner, and Kai continued.
"Listen to me. The water's risen this much so far, and we only bust one turbine open. They obviously hold a lot of water. There are . . . " he spun about, his eyes scanning rapidly, "five more left. If we bust them open we'll flood this area. The water level will rise quick and fast and take us up to the shaft."
"Oh, great plan!" cried Tyson, "That's brilliant!"
Tyson prepared to load up his weapon when he was interrupted by Jenny.
"Wait a sec, ye' dingdongs. Kai, we flood th' room, an' as soon as th' water level's high enuf we clamber inter th' shaft. Grea' – 'cept fer one fing."
Rei looked at her. "What?"
Jenny sighed, as though it bored her to be in the company of such imbeciles. "We climb outta th' water an' scramble down th' shaft. Wha' 'appens when th' water floods th' shaft – which it will do?"
There was a short silence. Jenny, once again, had made a good point. It seemed their plans to escape – though almost brilliant – were not quite up to standard.
"Wait a second!" said Kai and Tyson simultaneously. They looked at each other.
"What were you gonna say, Tyson?" asked Max. Tyson waved a hand.
"That we should just face BIOVOLT head on and hope for the best through the regular exit. How about you, Kai?"
Kai shook his head. "I think you get dumber by the day, Tyson. What chance would we stand if we did that?" he smirked and then looked back up at the shaft. "Everybody start emptying your bags. Take out everything you need and hook it into your belts – it can be done. Leave your spare change of clothes in there – you'll understand soon enough."
They stared at him blankly. "NOW."
Shaking her head in utter bewilderment, Jenny unloaded the contents of her bag into the water. She caught the heavier things quickly and stretched out her elasticated belt, slipping the items behind it and letting it spring shut and hold them in tight. The rest of the squad did this also.
"Leave behind the pieces of the 66 rocket launcher," instructed Kai, "They're too heavy to carry at your belts. Once you're done, grab your bag and keep hold of it."
The team did as their Captain told him, honestly starting to wonder whether the steam had gone to his brain and sent him a little bit strange. Rei obliged in irritation – he hated not knowing what was going on.
"Done?" asked Kai when they were finished. They nodded.
"Right. Take on the turbines."
"WHAT?!?" cried Rei, "You must be out of your mind, Kai!"
Kai sighed, looking very annoyed that his team kept on questioning his orders. "Fine, I'll do it."
The M203 was already well prepared, and Kai fired another succession of grenades. The effects above water were spectacular. The tiny green bombs flew into the metallic sides of the strong, durable turbines, collapsing their innards. Guts of water and steam spilled out in a flurry of jet spray and cascaded in a beautiful torrent into the murkier still waters below. The water level rose very quickly, and the team could almost feel themselves being carried upwards.
"Kai, what did you do that for?" snapped Max when Kai had ripped open all of the remaining turbines. Kai merely kept his eyes on the shaft, which was becoming nearer by the second.
"Have I ever let you down?" he asked without moving his gaze. The team looked a little warily at each other. There was that time when he had betrayed them in the World Championships . . .
The shaft was only about two metres away now. The water had risen very quickly but had also heated swiftly too, and was getting slightly uncomfortable. Rei fidgeted, and Tyson checked on the still form of Dave. He was trying to stop the blood from leaking from poor Dave's back but there was not much he could do until they were out. He merely waited, hating the fact that his friend lay dying in his arms and he couldn't do a thing to help right now.
"When we get high enough, climb into the shaft," spoke Kai suddenly, "When you're in the shaft, move down it as quickly as possible. Jenny, you lead, and direct us as well as you can. Speed is of the essence here."
Jenny nodded, probably the only one that had faith in what Kai was doing. She thought she might suspect what he was thinking, but didn't want to venture. Her thoughts were focused on Dave, his blood clouding the already clouded water and tearing at her insides.
The water rose in an impulsive churn and the team were swept upwards a good half a metre. The shaft was not within grabbing distance. Jenny reached up, but was a little on the short side, and Rei had to give her a boost up. She scrambled into the square, grey steel opening of the vent and disappeared through it, with a cry of, "Come on, ladies, let's move it!"
The others followed and the water continued to rise quickly. Soon they were all safely into the shaft and moving down along it – all except for Kai, that is. After looking down in the water at the unconscious form of the sniper and staring at it for a moment, he remained at the entrance of the shaft. His eyes followed the surface of the water as it continued to rise, the turbines some feet below persisting in their distribution of liquid, chugging and hurling it into the room. The water sloshed against the walls with a threatening slush as Kai began to pack the entrance tightly shut with the team's bags and clothes. The bags were waterproof, as were the clothes, and he soon had almost the whole entrance bagged up. He made sure it stuck with a lot of duct tape – as he had packed some into his own bag the night before the mission began.
Water began to spill through the cracks in the barricade, and Kai cursed to himself, raising up to start on the top of the barrier and banging his head on the low ceiling. He ignored this and packed up the small space left just as the water reached it. He then reached down to his own feet and unlaced his boots, wondering what the hell he'd done to deserve this.
"Crummy deal . . . "he muttered to himself as he pulled off his sopping boots to unveil his white socks. He yanked them off with difficulty – they stuck to his feet they were so wet – and used them to clog two of the three tiny gaps in the makeshift damn he had skilfully created. There was one little hole remaining.
"So do I use my underwear or just tape it?" he thought with a grim smile, "The underwear would be more effective . . . but . . . "
He opted for the later, and soon the hole was duct taped firmly shut. The barricade swelled with the slosh of the water, and Kai knew that it would not last long. As soon as the room filled with water, the turbines would continue to pump more into the area, and the pressure would be too great for the flimsy barrier to hold. However, it did for the next couple of minutes, and Kai turned and crawled down the shaft, his boots hanging in his mouth by the laces. He crawled along until he met up with others, who had found a little duct where the space was wider and they could group and stand without any difficulty. They were all saturated. Tyson had laid Dave on the floor and was currently wrapping his back with the best bandage he could find – a strip of material from his shirt. Rei looked at his as he entered, his eyes strangely bright behind the mess of smudged camouflage and muddy water that cloaked his face. They all dripped puddles onto the metal floor – the shaft was about half a metre in height, but this space was about one and a half metres in height.
"We have about two minutes before that thing breaks," said Kai darkly, tying his bootlaces once more. Jenny nodded.
"Well, this shaft leads te' th' main computer room on th' second floor. Only problem is – whar'if th' water hits th' computers?"
Rei smiled at her mischievously. "Have you forgotten what we're here to do, Jen?"
Jenny paused, thinking, her breathing hard as she caught her breath. "Oh yeah' That saves me a hell of a lorra typin'!"
Max laughed. "We flood the room. Brilliant. It couldn't have worked out better."
"That depends on who's in the room," interrupted Kai quietly. Rei glanced over at him.
"What do you mean, Kai?"
Kai finished tying his lace and stood up slowly, grimacing as he straightened his legs. "I – Ow! I mean that it won't be so easy to break through that computer room. It'll be guarded."
"We can pick 'em off from above," piped in Tyson, tying Dave's bandage and standing up. "We are in a ventilation shaft, you know."
Kai was silent for a moment, and he looked at the floor before speaking to them all.
"The sniper who shot Dave . . . "
Max raised his eyebrows. "What a punk. Did you see him Kai?"
Kai nodded, his face taut and very sombre.
"Well?" pressed Tyson, suddenly intrigued by Kai's silence. Kai sighed and ran a hand through his hair, which was soaking and sticking to his forehead. His dark eyes glinted precariously, fiercely
"It was Spencer from the Demolition Boys."
Tyson gasped and felt the sharp intake of air rush at his lungs. He looked down at Dave, the still, motionless form on the ground, and tears pricked at his eyes. Looking back up he could see that Kai too was wrestling with something deep inside. Kai and Spencer had despised each other, and instead of feeling sweet revenge at Spencer's death, Kai felt only betrayal. Spencer was still there, mocking them, laughing. If Dave died, Spencer would certainly have the last laugh.
And with that came another flurry of terrifying thought. Kai wondered – if Spencer was still able to reach him – still able to hurt him and his loved ones – were the rest of them? Were Bryan, Ian and Tala on their track, planning to haunt them once more? Would . . . . would . . .
"Is Boris still haunting me?" he thought, fear gripping him like it hadn't before. He had thought he had buried the skeletons of his past. Obviously they were still there, pulling at him, drawing him down . . .
Long lost words whisper slowly to me,
Still can't find what keeps me here,
When all this time I've been so hollow inside . . . I know you're still there . . .
Rei watched Kai for a moment and tried to imagine what was running through his teammate's head. He knew Kai was worrying about his past – of course, it had just re-emerged in his face. Worries filled Rei's mind too, but he knew they didn't have time to think. They had to move – and yet he found he was rooted to the spot. Looking up at Tyson – whose eyes were glistening with tears of passion and anger for his fallen friend, Rei's heart stirred, and he could only stand there.
He looked once more at his Captain, who was drowning in his own thoughts. Finally, he stepped forwards, sensing that the entire team were lost in perilous chains of thinking, and tapped Kai on the arm.
"Shouldn't . . . shouldn't we go now?" he said tentatively. Kai snapped his head up, registered the question and nodded.
"Let's move. Jen, you lead the way," he ordered rather quietly, still half dreaming. When he had seen the floating form of Spencer, memories had hit him in a rush of guilt and denial. This couldn't be real – how could they still be damaging him from afar like this? Would he ever be able to put the past behind him like he should? Why couldn't they just . . .
"leave me alone!" muttered Kai as his team moved forwards quickly through the shaft. Only Rei stayed behind. Tyson had slung Dave over his shoulder and carried him skilfully.
Rei glanced at Kai's face. "Kai?"
Kai didn't even bother to look up this time. He remained lost in his silent thoughts, and Rei felt the urge to speak.
"Are you scared?"
That did it. Kai snapped out of it completely.
"What? No. Let's move."
Surprised, Rei nodded. He hadn't meant his words to be bait to rile Kai up in any way. He was serious – after all, he was terrified himself. If Spencer was there . . . well . . .
"Bryan . . ."
I know some things never change, but this can't be one of them.
I don't think i can stand it any longer . . .
Are you scared?
'Cause if your scared you're not alone.
I once thought i was brave.
But I can't stop crying.
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Sherbet Mayhem: YES! Done! It's a whole 01:37 am. Oh no, 01:38 now. Lol. I have college tomorrow! This is so unfair!
Just a quick note to say how sorry I am that it took me a whole week to update – but I'm afraid that's how it's going to be from now on! You see, I got me a job . . . it's rubbish, honestly . . . and it eats up a lot of my free time. Also, now I'm back at school, I get a lot of homework. I work all day Saturday, and so the only real free time I get to work on my story is on a Sunday afternoon between morning church and evening church. Kind of a problem. Oh, and, like now, after evening church – but I can't keep doing this. My brain is going to melt. So I'm afraid that updates will be once a week – usually on a Monday, me thinks. I don't have the net at home and so I have to wait until I get into school on Monday to upload the chapter. It should be Monday right now when you're reading this . . . wait, it IS Monday now! It's half one in the morning! ARGHHH I'm off to beddybyes!
Oh, the first set of lyrics were 'Haunted' by 'Evanescence'. My concert tickets came in the post yesterday! The second set of lyrics were by an artist called 'Kendall Payne' and the song was called 'The Second Day'. Fantastic lyrics there, they really are.
Hope you enjoyed 'Going under'. Please REVIEW ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Email me if there are any problems or queries – or just for general chat! I love to email new people all the time – how do you think I met Scarlet diamonds (Bey-girl-nicky for those of you who didn't know her name changed). Though I have to say, if you were a scarlet diamond, you'd be like a ruby or a garnet or something. I'm not sure if you can get real scarlet diamonds. You know, when you say 'Scarlet Diamonds' it makes me think of Dorothy's shoes in the Wizard of Oz! "There's no place like home!" Remember, her shoes were red and diamondy? Ah, never mind. I'm goin' to bed. Ciao!
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