Demon: I recently got a review that from someone who thought I might be
discontinuing the fic, which I'm not, so I tried to make this Chapter as
quick as I could ^^.
4: Good fo' you!
Demon: aahhh shuddap Numbuh 4, your getting on mah nerves for the last time!
4: And we struck a nerve!
Demon: THAT'S IT!! ::chases after Numbuh 4::
Angel: Due to the absence of Demon, we shall move on to the fic now n.n;;
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For him the day had dragged on forever, a simple minute was like an hour to him and when the sun finally disappeared beyond the trees and houses he couldn't help but sigh with relief.
Numbuh 4 sat alone in his room. He was bored now and spent the last few hours he could awake counting each dent on the ceiling.
The time sure does fly by when you're having fun, he remarked to himself sarcastically. There was never much he could do at this time of night. Villains rarely attacked, Lizzie, in his book being one of them, had a curfew, as well as the Delightful brats from down where ever they were.
Numbuh 4 yawned. Maybe it was for the best. He wasn't feeling all to hot lately, and a major battle could just kill him.
He cringed at that word. No, he wasn't one to die in a mission or battle. He was too tough.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was suddenly feeling a bit dizzy, perhaps overwhelmed by the day, or perhaps he was exhausted from fighting his automated robots on top level.
It was best to sleep right now, it would subside in the morning, he was sure of it.
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The air that he wanted so much to breathe was thin and unfulfilling.
Hands were wrapped and squeezed tightly around his throat.
He couldn't...breath
His arms reached out to the source, but his vision was weakening.
"S-op!" The four year old gasped out, " 'omy!" He yelled the best he could.
A young woman in her late twenties held him tight against the wall. By the look in her green eyes anyone could tell she wouldn't stop soon. The need to kill was strong. Her anger needed to be unlocked. Her blonde hair was in deep fury. It fell in her eyes and fell from her short ponytail.
The boy could almost tell it was the end. His breathing was ragged, the dark took his vision, and her panting breath of victory was fading from his ears.
It was the end, he was only four, and he knew this might have been the end. But was it?
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The ticking of the clock in the distant made him aware he was still in the tree house. When he could feel himself conscious again he straightened up into a sitting position, breathing slightly heavily. Sweat drip lightly from his bangs and face.
He felt his neck lightly. Good, the tight arms weren't around him anymore.
He was out of his mother's reach, safe from harm. His shoulders felt like a ton of weight had been lifted off of them, and now he fell back onto the pillow laid out in the middle of the wrestling mat.
It didn't take long for the dreams to take him off again. Good dreams, he prayed softly to himself.
But the dreams that would inhabit and infest his mind wouldn't be sweet nor peaceful.
They would be of the pass.
Of all the yelling.
Scarred moments.
That lust of death that formed a shell in his mother's eyes.
...But none of it was real. His mother's attempt to choke him was not in his past. In fact he never knew his mother. His parents divorced even before he was born. His mother moved back to Australia while his father stayed in America to continue working at his job.
8 months after she left, his mother gave birth to him, and felt that it was right to put him with his father. After she brought Wallabee to America she had left, and that was the last time his father and him had seen her.
And because his father wasn't there at his birth, he didn't even know his son's birthday. So instead of celebrating it on the exact date, they would celebrate it on the day his mother brought him to America.
But Numbuh 4 was sick of it. He wanted to know his birthday. He was missing an important part of his life. But that wasn't the point.
The point was why did he believe in these false memories of his childhood?
And why did he believe them...when he already knew they were fake?
Because deep inside he was falling. Being claimed. Devoured. Consumed... By a disease.
If he had said something in the beginning maybe they could have prevented it from escalating to this point, but now...now he was in fate's hands and they didn't seem merciful.
He needed a cure now.
...If there was one...
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His face was paler than any of them had ever seen it. Dark bags were forming under his eyes from the lack of sleep last night and he was muttering incoherent words.
But they had all decide it was for the best to leave him alone. He'd wave them off or loose his temper at the idea of them thinking something was going on. Though no one could rid themselves of that nagging question in their head:
What was wrong?
The best they did was trying to convince themselves that it was only because he was sleep deprived. Only it still didn't stop the question from repeating its words over and over again.
It was late afternoon, the sun at its highest peek in the sky, already on its way down. Numbuh 3 and Numbuh 4 were in the kitchen. He was only just standing there, eyes glued to noting in particular. Numbuh 3 was trying to get his attention.
"Hello?" Numbuh 3 waved her hand in front of his eyes for the umpteenth time.
But it never seemed to phase him as he starred blankly at the wall a head. In his right hand was a glass of water, which he filled to the top, little drops casually fell to the floor creating a small puddle of liquid.
"Numbuh-"
Before she uttered another syllable, glass hit the floor in millions of tiny pieces, each littering the floor. Water splashed and drenched the kitchen tiles.
Numbuh 3 starred at it in shock. "What was that?" She asked. Her eyes were fixated on it as if she were in a hypnotic trance. Finally she was able to turn her head to stare back at him, only something was different.
There was a pleased smiled on his face as he brought up his soaked and slightly bloody hand, which he had used to crush the glass. His eyes were wide and dangerous, sending fear directly into Numbuh 3's hearts. His other hand reached up almost robotically, both being placed onto her neck.
She wanted to run, though her fear got the best of her. Feet planted, growing roots where she stood, eyes wide in horror.
Numbuh 3 gasped when she felt the floor falling from her feet. Or was she rising from it?
Her breath was caught in her throat, unable to come in nor out, even if she tried.
Even her nostrils didn't seem to work.
Squirming was useless, she knew as her back was pinned up against the wall. She had never realized how hard they (the walls O_O) truly were. Instinctively she grabbed on to Numbuh 4's arms, not sure if she was either trying to pull him off or trying to regain a passage for air.
"N-Numbuh 4!" Was the only thing her mind could remember, and the only words she was able to squeeze out.
"Please..." He murmured quietly. "Stop it!" He yelled out so violently, his grasp gained tighter on her throat.
Numbuh 3 could feel the color changing on her face. It was so hard to see now. Everything was dim lighted or gray. She tried to turn her head, hoping it would free her, but no such luck. He was much stronger than she was.
"Mommy..." These words came out softer than the ones before, almost fainter as well.
Numbuh 3 opened her mouth half way, either grasping for oxygen or trying to plead once more, but as she did so, his grip seemed to loosen.
Something seemed to snap inside him, his darkened eyes seemed to swiftly gain back to their lighter shade of green, and his face held shock and confusion all at once flooding in his mind.
He couldn't comprehend. Didn't know what was happening. It was as if he had finally awoken from a trance.
The pale walls, Numbuh 3's agonized face, everything... Was fuzzy. Things collided with one another, shifting their spots over and ver and over.
His head hurt and the dizziness from last night all caught up with him again. There was a deep, almost haunting pounding ringing in his mind, driving him to a moment of weakness.
Somewhere, he wasn't sure, but deep down he knew he didn't have much time to of conciseness.... but all he managed to murmur was a shaken, low, and raspy, "I'm sorry..." Before he found the floor rising up to greet him.
A small yelp escaped in her throat when she fell to the floor. Her first priority was to regain all the air she had lost, breathing deeply, greedily, needful. Finally she was feeling her face change to his normal color, heat gone from her cheeks. It was colder now. Her eyes couldn't even find a way to stay open, but she had to.
Perhaps only minutes later her breathing was stabilized again. Her head fell back against the wall for support, eyes closed feel comfortable for only a second or two.
When her eyes opened, she could feel the fear and horror once again consume her.
"Numbuh 4?" She shook his unmoving form gently, then rougher. "NUMBUH 4!" She yelled frantically. Fresh tears slipped from her eyes, mixing with the sweat already dawned on her face.
She knew he had attacked her, but all along she sensed something was wrong...and at this moment she couldn't careless if he attempted to kill her. Why? Perhaps not even she knew, maybe even she forgot all about it...
"Numbuh 4!" She yelled one last time into his ear.
Useless, she told herself, biting her lip to keep in a whimper. But she allowed it freedom when she realized he was barely breathing...
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Angel: ::blink blink:: cliff hanger?
16: Looks like it.
(Quick report: Due to Demon and Numbuh 4 missing, 2 of demons original characters + Numbuh 3 had to fill in. Why? I dunno... Ask sumone who's smart! O.k. my sister suggested it, so sue me! Pleae don't ^^' ::runs away frantically:: )
27: ::looking around his surrondings:: Where am I?
16: ::shrugs:: jus' go along wit' it. Demon's tryin' ter kill Numbuh 4 again --;; Maybe just the SENSIBLE original characters were called here.
27: ::blinks:: Then what about Numbuh 957?
3: ooooo do you like her?
Angel: heh, I don't think it would be so good if we continue that discussion ^^' ::afraid someone might be killed::
16: Why? Its fun ter see 'is face turn red.
27: ::quickly hides his face::
3: aaawww this is cute ^^
16: Yeah too bad 4's ain't 'ere, we coulda teased 'im to.
3: And Numbuh 15!
16: O_O NO!
3: hehe ::in an eviler tone:: If I get teased I'm bringing u down with me.
16: O.O;; alroight... Heh heh
27: I think were off topic n.n
Angel: No one listens ;_; I fear (she used ter say Demon instead of I, I changed it --;; ) something bad may happen.
16: fine, back on topic -
3: YAY! Topics!
16: Yeah... Lesse, No, Numbuh 4's not dead
3: I thought I was a goner for sure!
27: The next chapter will be out A.S.A.P! ::through slightly clenched teeth:: Yo no voy a hacer. (Translation: I'm not going to make it.)
Angel: And why he didn't want his birthday celebrated has been explained.
3: STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE!
16: o.0 s'e means chaptah.
27: Hope you enjoyed, please review, it would be very appreciated ::bows respectively::
Angel: See you soon.
::blackness, hearing Numbuh 16's voice::
16: So... Who bets Demon pummels Numbuh 4?
::no replies::
(Like I said it was my sisters idea incase you think the thingy is stupid, I think its pretty funny ^^, but I'm weird... I find most things funny, but enough about me, please review if you liked it ^^, *Small disclaimer (also seen in my Bio): Numhuh 15, Numbuh 16, Numbuh 27, Numbuh 957, and Numbuh 36 all belong to me, sorry if I sound harsh, I just get annoyed when ppl have the same Numbuhs or take the same as mine. HEH!)
4: Good fo' you!
Demon: aahhh shuddap Numbuh 4, your getting on mah nerves for the last time!
4: And we struck a nerve!
Demon: THAT'S IT!! ::chases after Numbuh 4::
Angel: Due to the absence of Demon, we shall move on to the fic now n.n;;
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For him the day had dragged on forever, a simple minute was like an hour to him and when the sun finally disappeared beyond the trees and houses he couldn't help but sigh with relief.
Numbuh 4 sat alone in his room. He was bored now and spent the last few hours he could awake counting each dent on the ceiling.
The time sure does fly by when you're having fun, he remarked to himself sarcastically. There was never much he could do at this time of night. Villains rarely attacked, Lizzie, in his book being one of them, had a curfew, as well as the Delightful brats from down where ever they were.
Numbuh 4 yawned. Maybe it was for the best. He wasn't feeling all to hot lately, and a major battle could just kill him.
He cringed at that word. No, he wasn't one to die in a mission or battle. He was too tough.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was suddenly feeling a bit dizzy, perhaps overwhelmed by the day, or perhaps he was exhausted from fighting his automated robots on top level.
It was best to sleep right now, it would subside in the morning, he was sure of it.
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The air that he wanted so much to breathe was thin and unfulfilling.
Hands were wrapped and squeezed tightly around his throat.
He couldn't...breath
His arms reached out to the source, but his vision was weakening.
"S-op!" The four year old gasped out, " 'omy!" He yelled the best he could.
A young woman in her late twenties held him tight against the wall. By the look in her green eyes anyone could tell she wouldn't stop soon. The need to kill was strong. Her anger needed to be unlocked. Her blonde hair was in deep fury. It fell in her eyes and fell from her short ponytail.
The boy could almost tell it was the end. His breathing was ragged, the dark took his vision, and her panting breath of victory was fading from his ears.
It was the end, he was only four, and he knew this might have been the end. But was it?
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The ticking of the clock in the distant made him aware he was still in the tree house. When he could feel himself conscious again he straightened up into a sitting position, breathing slightly heavily. Sweat drip lightly from his bangs and face.
He felt his neck lightly. Good, the tight arms weren't around him anymore.
He was out of his mother's reach, safe from harm. His shoulders felt like a ton of weight had been lifted off of them, and now he fell back onto the pillow laid out in the middle of the wrestling mat.
It didn't take long for the dreams to take him off again. Good dreams, he prayed softly to himself.
But the dreams that would inhabit and infest his mind wouldn't be sweet nor peaceful.
They would be of the pass.
Of all the yelling.
Scarred moments.
That lust of death that formed a shell in his mother's eyes.
...But none of it was real. His mother's attempt to choke him was not in his past. In fact he never knew his mother. His parents divorced even before he was born. His mother moved back to Australia while his father stayed in America to continue working at his job.
8 months after she left, his mother gave birth to him, and felt that it was right to put him with his father. After she brought Wallabee to America she had left, and that was the last time his father and him had seen her.
And because his father wasn't there at his birth, he didn't even know his son's birthday. So instead of celebrating it on the exact date, they would celebrate it on the day his mother brought him to America.
But Numbuh 4 was sick of it. He wanted to know his birthday. He was missing an important part of his life. But that wasn't the point.
The point was why did he believe in these false memories of his childhood?
And why did he believe them...when he already knew they were fake?
Because deep inside he was falling. Being claimed. Devoured. Consumed... By a disease.
If he had said something in the beginning maybe they could have prevented it from escalating to this point, but now...now he was in fate's hands and they didn't seem merciful.
He needed a cure now.
...If there was one...
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His face was paler than any of them had ever seen it. Dark bags were forming under his eyes from the lack of sleep last night and he was muttering incoherent words.
But they had all decide it was for the best to leave him alone. He'd wave them off or loose his temper at the idea of them thinking something was going on. Though no one could rid themselves of that nagging question in their head:
What was wrong?
The best they did was trying to convince themselves that it was only because he was sleep deprived. Only it still didn't stop the question from repeating its words over and over again.
It was late afternoon, the sun at its highest peek in the sky, already on its way down. Numbuh 3 and Numbuh 4 were in the kitchen. He was only just standing there, eyes glued to noting in particular. Numbuh 3 was trying to get his attention.
"Hello?" Numbuh 3 waved her hand in front of his eyes for the umpteenth time.
But it never seemed to phase him as he starred blankly at the wall a head. In his right hand was a glass of water, which he filled to the top, little drops casually fell to the floor creating a small puddle of liquid.
"Numbuh-"
Before she uttered another syllable, glass hit the floor in millions of tiny pieces, each littering the floor. Water splashed and drenched the kitchen tiles.
Numbuh 3 starred at it in shock. "What was that?" She asked. Her eyes were fixated on it as if she were in a hypnotic trance. Finally she was able to turn her head to stare back at him, only something was different.
There was a pleased smiled on his face as he brought up his soaked and slightly bloody hand, which he had used to crush the glass. His eyes were wide and dangerous, sending fear directly into Numbuh 3's hearts. His other hand reached up almost robotically, both being placed onto her neck.
She wanted to run, though her fear got the best of her. Feet planted, growing roots where she stood, eyes wide in horror.
Numbuh 3 gasped when she felt the floor falling from her feet. Or was she rising from it?
Her breath was caught in her throat, unable to come in nor out, even if she tried.
Even her nostrils didn't seem to work.
Squirming was useless, she knew as her back was pinned up against the wall. She had never realized how hard they (the walls O_O) truly were. Instinctively she grabbed on to Numbuh 4's arms, not sure if she was either trying to pull him off or trying to regain a passage for air.
"N-Numbuh 4!" Was the only thing her mind could remember, and the only words she was able to squeeze out.
"Please..." He murmured quietly. "Stop it!" He yelled out so violently, his grasp gained tighter on her throat.
Numbuh 3 could feel the color changing on her face. It was so hard to see now. Everything was dim lighted or gray. She tried to turn her head, hoping it would free her, but no such luck. He was much stronger than she was.
"Mommy..." These words came out softer than the ones before, almost fainter as well.
Numbuh 3 opened her mouth half way, either grasping for oxygen or trying to plead once more, but as she did so, his grip seemed to loosen.
Something seemed to snap inside him, his darkened eyes seemed to swiftly gain back to their lighter shade of green, and his face held shock and confusion all at once flooding in his mind.
He couldn't comprehend. Didn't know what was happening. It was as if he had finally awoken from a trance.
The pale walls, Numbuh 3's agonized face, everything... Was fuzzy. Things collided with one another, shifting their spots over and ver and over.
His head hurt and the dizziness from last night all caught up with him again. There was a deep, almost haunting pounding ringing in his mind, driving him to a moment of weakness.
Somewhere, he wasn't sure, but deep down he knew he didn't have much time to of conciseness.... but all he managed to murmur was a shaken, low, and raspy, "I'm sorry..." Before he found the floor rising up to greet him.
A small yelp escaped in her throat when she fell to the floor. Her first priority was to regain all the air she had lost, breathing deeply, greedily, needful. Finally she was feeling her face change to his normal color, heat gone from her cheeks. It was colder now. Her eyes couldn't even find a way to stay open, but she had to.
Perhaps only minutes later her breathing was stabilized again. Her head fell back against the wall for support, eyes closed feel comfortable for only a second or two.
When her eyes opened, she could feel the fear and horror once again consume her.
"Numbuh 4?" She shook his unmoving form gently, then rougher. "NUMBUH 4!" She yelled frantically. Fresh tears slipped from her eyes, mixing with the sweat already dawned on her face.
She knew he had attacked her, but all along she sensed something was wrong...and at this moment she couldn't careless if he attempted to kill her. Why? Perhaps not even she knew, maybe even she forgot all about it...
"Numbuh 4!" She yelled one last time into his ear.
Useless, she told herself, biting her lip to keep in a whimper. But she allowed it freedom when she realized he was barely breathing...
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Angel: ::blink blink:: cliff hanger?
16: Looks like it.
(Quick report: Due to Demon and Numbuh 4 missing, 2 of demons original characters + Numbuh 3 had to fill in. Why? I dunno... Ask sumone who's smart! O.k. my sister suggested it, so sue me! Pleae don't ^^' ::runs away frantically:: )
27: ::looking around his surrondings:: Where am I?
16: ::shrugs:: jus' go along wit' it. Demon's tryin' ter kill Numbuh 4 again --;; Maybe just the SENSIBLE original characters were called here.
27: ::blinks:: Then what about Numbuh 957?
3: ooooo do you like her?
Angel: heh, I don't think it would be so good if we continue that discussion ^^' ::afraid someone might be killed::
16: Why? Its fun ter see 'is face turn red.
27: ::quickly hides his face::
3: aaawww this is cute ^^
16: Yeah too bad 4's ain't 'ere, we coulda teased 'im to.
3: And Numbuh 15!
16: O_O NO!
3: hehe ::in an eviler tone:: If I get teased I'm bringing u down with me.
16: O.O;; alroight... Heh heh
27: I think were off topic n.n
Angel: No one listens ;_; I fear (she used ter say Demon instead of I, I changed it --;; ) something bad may happen.
16: fine, back on topic -
3: YAY! Topics!
16: Yeah... Lesse, No, Numbuh 4's not dead
3: I thought I was a goner for sure!
27: The next chapter will be out A.S.A.P! ::through slightly clenched teeth:: Yo no voy a hacer. (Translation: I'm not going to make it.)
Angel: And why he didn't want his birthday celebrated has been explained.
3: STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE!
16: o.0 s'e means chaptah.
27: Hope you enjoyed, please review, it would be very appreciated ::bows respectively::
Angel: See you soon.
::blackness, hearing Numbuh 16's voice::
16: So... Who bets Demon pummels Numbuh 4?
::no replies::
(Like I said it was my sisters idea incase you think the thingy is stupid, I think its pretty funny ^^, but I'm weird... I find most things funny, but enough about me, please review if you liked it ^^, *Small disclaimer (also seen in my Bio): Numhuh 15, Numbuh 16, Numbuh 27, Numbuh 957, and Numbuh 36 all belong to me, sorry if I sound harsh, I just get annoyed when ppl have the same Numbuhs or take the same as mine. HEH!)