Chapter 5
"Numbuh One! Where are you! We need your help! Answer if you can hear Numbuh Five's voice!" she waited a moment. "It's no use.he's probably." She didn't finish her sentence, she just sighed as she threw herself to her knees on the rubble. "Numbuh Five! I think I found something!" The blond member held up something.shades. Not just any shades. Numbuh One's shades.
"Okay! Look over here where Numbuh Four is! Numbuh One is bound to be close to his shades!" she responded. Everyone search and dug through the mounts of rubble that enclosed their leader (so they hoped)-including all but one of the Delightful Children whom was presumed to have been kidnapped.
Meanwhile.
"Huh.? Wha.? Where.where am I.?" His voice echoed through the place as if he were in a tunnel or shouting in a canyon.
A voice spoke simply (***short sweet and to the point***), "Home," it said. He knew the voice. He had heard it millions of times, ever since he was five years old. Him. The insidious one that had kept him in secrecy for all of his life. The one that had destroyed his life when he was five and his sister three.
"Why do you want me? I thought you wanted me out!" John yelled. "I did.until I realized without brains, other than mine, the rest would be useless. So, I got you. I'll leave her out to die," Father said in a Scar voice (Lion King). John just stared with a abnormal look on his face. "What's wrong, not going to defend your little sis?" he interrogated a moment later. "I would rather see her starve than to see he be tortured by you like I will be." he mumbled in a Robin (Teen Titans) voice.
"Numbuh One! Where are you! We need your help! Answer if you can hear Numbuh Five's voice!" she waited a moment. "It's no use.he's probably." She didn't finish her sentence, she just sighed as she threw herself to her knees on the rubble. "Numbuh Five! I think I found something!" The blond member held up something.shades. Not just any shades. Numbuh One's shades.
"Okay! Look over here where Numbuh Four is! Numbuh One is bound to be close to his shades!" she responded. Everyone search and dug through the mounts of rubble that enclosed their leader (so they hoped)-including all but one of the Delightful Children whom was presumed to have been kidnapped.
Meanwhile.
"Huh.? Wha.? Where.where am I.?" His voice echoed through the place as if he were in a tunnel or shouting in a canyon.
A voice spoke simply (***short sweet and to the point***), "Home," it said. He knew the voice. He had heard it millions of times, ever since he was five years old. Him. The insidious one that had kept him in secrecy for all of his life. The one that had destroyed his life when he was five and his sister three.
"Why do you want me? I thought you wanted me out!" John yelled. "I did.until I realized without brains, other than mine, the rest would be useless. So, I got you. I'll leave her out to die," Father said in a Scar voice (Lion King). John just stared with a abnormal look on his face. "What's wrong, not going to defend your little sis?" he interrogated a moment later. "I would rather see her starve than to see he be tortured by you like I will be." he mumbled in a Robin (Teen Titans) voice.