Angel: ::looks around:: She's still not back I guess... Oh well, here's the
fourth chapter to Operation: H.U.R.T. n.n There's actually been some break
through on it!
15: That would be because Demon's not here to write it!
16: quit ya belly achin' an' write!
15: ::muttering:: I want to see you try and write it!
27: But thanks for the reviews, for both abandoned and the previous chapter!
957: Demon and angel do not own anything.
36: ::laughing:: I'm richer than they are, and all I have is a penny! n.n
16: On wit' t'e fic!
15: Hey, that was my line!
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Numbuh 5 looked unsurely into the frightful eyes of Numbuh 3. She was ringing her hands, shivering from the cold that only radiated form her own body. She rocked back and forth slightly, obscenities came from her open mouth, but they weren't understood.
"Calm down girl." Numbuh 5 spoke comfortingly to her bewildered friend. She placed her hand atop both of Numbuh 3's so that she was unable to carry out her action any further. It was beginning to agitate her, but being the usually calm one, and the incident that had taken place, Numbuh 5 had kept her cool. "Now slow down and tell Numbuh 5 everythang that happened."
The pale girl took a deep breath and let it out sharply, echoed with the promise of tears. "He was in the kitchen," she began as she had for the passed five hours. It was now around four in the morning, and not only was everyone sleep deprived, they were still left in the dark. "And then he-he- ," before her tale could finish she broke down into more sobs. This was a new expected scenario, Numbuh 5 had already grabbed the tissue and handed it to the disheveled Numbuh 3.
She thanked her friend and blew her nose, wiping her hand with her already cold and wet sleeve. It only irritated her skin and created more red blotches on her eyes.
"Thanks Numbuh 5..." She whispered under her breath. She knew very well that the boys would have given in hours before. She was lucky to have a good friend like Numbuh 5. But right now her thoughts were drifting towards the boy she had pined for over more than four years, being when they were seven and first joined the Kids Next Door. She took in another deep breath, this time when she exhaled her breath came out ragged.
"He didn't respond when I said 'hi' to him," Numbuh 5 sat back as the story began to trample on new grounds. "He broke a glass," she gestured towards the spot on the floor where only a few hours ago had been buried by a pile of frail glass. Numbuh 1 had sweeped it away.
"I looked down at it because it was scary... And when I looked back up he was smiling all insane like. He really started to scare me now..." She blew her nose once more.
"I couldn't move, even when I got this feeling that something bad was going to happen. I remember was he was strangling me-
"That's when I couldn't breath, and he was still smiling...I called out his codename and that's when he started acting even weirder! The last thing I heard him say was 'mommy' and then I just fell..." Fresh tears began to make themselves visible, making the long descent from her cheeks. "When I opened my eyes he was on the floor. Of course I went right over! But by then..." She didn't have to finish, for Numbuh 5 could fill in the blanks from there.
Numbuh 3 now fell into long sobs that she had trapped inside to try her tale. Numbuh 5 pulled her into an embrace, hoping to calm her down. The girl took comfort, sobbing to her friend over useless things that may or may not have been able to be prevented. She yelled out her fears and nightmares over the situation.
Instinctively Numbuh 5 tried to pick up on some of her words, but found it hard when the Japanese girl was even interrupting herself. She patted Numbuh 3 lightly on her back, looking up into time to see the plump boy, Numbuh 2, enter into the room.
His gaze looked to Numbuh 3 and then averted to Numbuh 5. He raised one eyebrow, making his left eye look larger than his right due to the goggles around his eyes.
A question was asked through that gaze and Numbuh 5 caught it. She shook her head.
"Not now, she's had a very traumatic experience." Were the words that she mouthed back to him. He nodded with understanding, and was about to turn when a cracking voice spoke up.
Numbuh 3 was still crying, that was clear even with the red marks and tearstains that were already scattered around her porcelain face. "Is he alright Numbuh 2?" For the first time since he had last seen her, hope was evident in her violet eyes.
He didn't have the heart. Not now, with those teary, innocent eyes were starring at him that way. He winced with his own regret.
"I'm not sure Numbuh 3." He had to say the words quickly, and they wee out before he could stop himself. That was probably for the better. He wouldn't be able to muster the courage otherwise. His eyes looked down at the floor, ashamed of himself to make those violet eyes turn pain.
"What do you mean, 'you don't know?!'" Her eyes were burning with an unseen fire, masked behind her hysteria. She knew she wasn't mad at Numbuh 2, but who was happy with the bearer of bad news?
"I'm sorry!" He shouted out, "we don't know much at the moment...Don't worry, you'll be the first to know if anything changes."
There was silence in the room as Numbuh 3 seemed to be thinking over something. "Can I see him?" she asked I a low, shameful tone.
Numbuh 2 was taken slightly back by this. He looked to Numbuh 5 to see if he might be authorized to allow her. Numbuh 5 only sighed and stood, allowing her chair to fall to the ground with a loud thud. She motioned with her hand for Numbuh 3 to follow suit.
She stood up slowly; sniffing as she followed Numbuh 5 out of the room, followed slowly by Numbuh 2.
By the time they got out of the kitchen, Numbuh 2 was leading them down a hallway, leading to his private area. They made it to an ebony door, which was different from the other oak made doors. Numbuh 2 put his hand to it, and with much hesitation he opened it.
The opened door revealed a small, but livable area. A window was conveniently placed near the sizeable bed. The curtains and sheets were the same azure bluish coloring, partly questionable that maybe Numbuh 2 used an extra curtain for the sheets. The rest of the walls were bare except for the gray wallpaper lining.
Immediately Numbuh 3 rushed to the bed, where there laid an unconscious Numbuh 4, gasping and pleading for air, without a word spoken. She rushed to his side, knocking down Numbuh 1 whom was recording something down, but at the moment had little importance to her. She grabbed his hand, a soft whimpering escaping through her lips.
"I'm here Numbuh 4! I'm here!" She called, hoping he would hear her some how. It was uncertain if he did, for she was met with no reaction.
The poor Australian boy was sweating, although it was obvious that he was cold. His hands kept clawing at the blankets, kneading them like a cat would.
Numbuh 3, knowingly unable to do much, wiped off some protruding sweat from his forehead. "What do you thinks wrong with him?" She wondered aloud, not taking her eye off him for a second. Her hand ran through his hair.
Numbuh 1, recovering from his collision, stood up, looking over her shoulder, giving the unfortunate boy a look of concern. Then he took a quick look at his notepad which he had been looking in, his other hand rubbing the new sore spot on his lower back.
He looked back at Numbuh 5 for encouragement. Once again a soundless conversation took place.
"To be honest..." He began looking from the notebook to Numbuh 4. "We're not one hundred percent sure on what it might be that's harming him...But we believe it might be some poison."
As if on cue, Numbuh 4 gave out a shout, eyes furrowing in deep pain as his hands curled into tight fists.
Numbuh 3 wiped the new sweat off his fore head. "Poison." She murmured, echoing her leader's words. She showed no emotion when he squeezed the life out of her hand.
"Numbuh 5 thinks we should leave 'em for a while." She whispered to the boys, who nodded their agreement. She was the last leave as she slowly shut the door behind Numbuh 3, trying her hardest not to make a noise.
"I'm going to stay," she whispered to his struggling form, placing his hand beside her cheek.
I'm not going to leave him now, she promised herself, running her hand once more through the knots and tangles of his light blonde hair. Her eyes looked upon him in a new light. Not the eyes of her childish, innocent, and clueless self, but alert and protective.
She made another vow, she would never smile, not ever again. Unless he were to wake up...
But in this moment, hope was fading a little too quickly.
He was paler than normal. White as a ghost, and possibly even whiter. Even this surprised her, she had pale skin through heritage, and had never come close to being this white.
"Numbuh 4..." She whispered, feeling a sob chock through her back throat. The more she tried to keep it in, the stronger it became, until it blocked her throat and forced its way out. And now she cried against the blankets, her own inner pain and self pity renouncing itself to the outside world.
And that's where Numbuh 3 fell asleep that night, right next to his bed, and near his side. During the night, however, she had fallen limp to the floor in a nightmare raged sleep. A blanket fell draping over her from the side of the bed.
She did just as she promised...
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16: ::a surprise look etched upon her face as she turns to Numbuh 15:: YOU actually wrote THAT!
15: ::marveling his handy work and smiling:: Yep!
16: ::blinks:: considering it's you who wrote it, that was pretty good!
Angel: Let's see what the reviewers think!
27: We hope you enjoyed it!
15: Would you believe I wrote that in five minutes! (I did actually...)
957: We sat here and watched you.
3: Am I going to be OOC again?
36: actually you're going to be OOC until the end when you go back to yourself.
957: ::monotone:: you ruined the ending
36: ...we're still airing?
16: t'ere's a big red button right t'ere t'at says so!
36:...
27: anyway, we would love to hear from you, but only if you want to!
15: See you next chapter ^_~
15: That would be because Demon's not here to write it!
16: quit ya belly achin' an' write!
15: ::muttering:: I want to see you try and write it!
27: But thanks for the reviews, for both abandoned and the previous chapter!
957: Demon and angel do not own anything.
36: ::laughing:: I'm richer than they are, and all I have is a penny! n.n
16: On wit' t'e fic!
15: Hey, that was my line!
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Numbuh 5 looked unsurely into the frightful eyes of Numbuh 3. She was ringing her hands, shivering from the cold that only radiated form her own body. She rocked back and forth slightly, obscenities came from her open mouth, but they weren't understood.
"Calm down girl." Numbuh 5 spoke comfortingly to her bewildered friend. She placed her hand atop both of Numbuh 3's so that she was unable to carry out her action any further. It was beginning to agitate her, but being the usually calm one, and the incident that had taken place, Numbuh 5 had kept her cool. "Now slow down and tell Numbuh 5 everythang that happened."
The pale girl took a deep breath and let it out sharply, echoed with the promise of tears. "He was in the kitchen," she began as she had for the passed five hours. It was now around four in the morning, and not only was everyone sleep deprived, they were still left in the dark. "And then he-he- ," before her tale could finish she broke down into more sobs. This was a new expected scenario, Numbuh 5 had already grabbed the tissue and handed it to the disheveled Numbuh 3.
She thanked her friend and blew her nose, wiping her hand with her already cold and wet sleeve. It only irritated her skin and created more red blotches on her eyes.
"Thanks Numbuh 5..." She whispered under her breath. She knew very well that the boys would have given in hours before. She was lucky to have a good friend like Numbuh 5. But right now her thoughts were drifting towards the boy she had pined for over more than four years, being when they were seven and first joined the Kids Next Door. She took in another deep breath, this time when she exhaled her breath came out ragged.
"He didn't respond when I said 'hi' to him," Numbuh 5 sat back as the story began to trample on new grounds. "He broke a glass," she gestured towards the spot on the floor where only a few hours ago had been buried by a pile of frail glass. Numbuh 1 had sweeped it away.
"I looked down at it because it was scary... And when I looked back up he was smiling all insane like. He really started to scare me now..." She blew her nose once more.
"I couldn't move, even when I got this feeling that something bad was going to happen. I remember was he was strangling me-
"That's when I couldn't breath, and he was still smiling...I called out his codename and that's when he started acting even weirder! The last thing I heard him say was 'mommy' and then I just fell..." Fresh tears began to make themselves visible, making the long descent from her cheeks. "When I opened my eyes he was on the floor. Of course I went right over! But by then..." She didn't have to finish, for Numbuh 5 could fill in the blanks from there.
Numbuh 3 now fell into long sobs that she had trapped inside to try her tale. Numbuh 5 pulled her into an embrace, hoping to calm her down. The girl took comfort, sobbing to her friend over useless things that may or may not have been able to be prevented. She yelled out her fears and nightmares over the situation.
Instinctively Numbuh 5 tried to pick up on some of her words, but found it hard when the Japanese girl was even interrupting herself. She patted Numbuh 3 lightly on her back, looking up into time to see the plump boy, Numbuh 2, enter into the room.
His gaze looked to Numbuh 3 and then averted to Numbuh 5. He raised one eyebrow, making his left eye look larger than his right due to the goggles around his eyes.
A question was asked through that gaze and Numbuh 5 caught it. She shook her head.
"Not now, she's had a very traumatic experience." Were the words that she mouthed back to him. He nodded with understanding, and was about to turn when a cracking voice spoke up.
Numbuh 3 was still crying, that was clear even with the red marks and tearstains that were already scattered around her porcelain face. "Is he alright Numbuh 2?" For the first time since he had last seen her, hope was evident in her violet eyes.
He didn't have the heart. Not now, with those teary, innocent eyes were starring at him that way. He winced with his own regret.
"I'm not sure Numbuh 3." He had to say the words quickly, and they wee out before he could stop himself. That was probably for the better. He wouldn't be able to muster the courage otherwise. His eyes looked down at the floor, ashamed of himself to make those violet eyes turn pain.
"What do you mean, 'you don't know?!'" Her eyes were burning with an unseen fire, masked behind her hysteria. She knew she wasn't mad at Numbuh 2, but who was happy with the bearer of bad news?
"I'm sorry!" He shouted out, "we don't know much at the moment...Don't worry, you'll be the first to know if anything changes."
There was silence in the room as Numbuh 3 seemed to be thinking over something. "Can I see him?" she asked I a low, shameful tone.
Numbuh 2 was taken slightly back by this. He looked to Numbuh 5 to see if he might be authorized to allow her. Numbuh 5 only sighed and stood, allowing her chair to fall to the ground with a loud thud. She motioned with her hand for Numbuh 3 to follow suit.
She stood up slowly; sniffing as she followed Numbuh 5 out of the room, followed slowly by Numbuh 2.
By the time they got out of the kitchen, Numbuh 2 was leading them down a hallway, leading to his private area. They made it to an ebony door, which was different from the other oak made doors. Numbuh 2 put his hand to it, and with much hesitation he opened it.
The opened door revealed a small, but livable area. A window was conveniently placed near the sizeable bed. The curtains and sheets were the same azure bluish coloring, partly questionable that maybe Numbuh 2 used an extra curtain for the sheets. The rest of the walls were bare except for the gray wallpaper lining.
Immediately Numbuh 3 rushed to the bed, where there laid an unconscious Numbuh 4, gasping and pleading for air, without a word spoken. She rushed to his side, knocking down Numbuh 1 whom was recording something down, but at the moment had little importance to her. She grabbed his hand, a soft whimpering escaping through her lips.
"I'm here Numbuh 4! I'm here!" She called, hoping he would hear her some how. It was uncertain if he did, for she was met with no reaction.
The poor Australian boy was sweating, although it was obvious that he was cold. His hands kept clawing at the blankets, kneading them like a cat would.
Numbuh 3, knowingly unable to do much, wiped off some protruding sweat from his forehead. "What do you thinks wrong with him?" She wondered aloud, not taking her eye off him for a second. Her hand ran through his hair.
Numbuh 1, recovering from his collision, stood up, looking over her shoulder, giving the unfortunate boy a look of concern. Then he took a quick look at his notepad which he had been looking in, his other hand rubbing the new sore spot on his lower back.
He looked back at Numbuh 5 for encouragement. Once again a soundless conversation took place.
"To be honest..." He began looking from the notebook to Numbuh 4. "We're not one hundred percent sure on what it might be that's harming him...But we believe it might be some poison."
As if on cue, Numbuh 4 gave out a shout, eyes furrowing in deep pain as his hands curled into tight fists.
Numbuh 3 wiped the new sweat off his fore head. "Poison." She murmured, echoing her leader's words. She showed no emotion when he squeezed the life out of her hand.
"Numbuh 5 thinks we should leave 'em for a while." She whispered to the boys, who nodded their agreement. She was the last leave as she slowly shut the door behind Numbuh 3, trying her hardest not to make a noise.
"I'm going to stay," she whispered to his struggling form, placing his hand beside her cheek.
I'm not going to leave him now, she promised herself, running her hand once more through the knots and tangles of his light blonde hair. Her eyes looked upon him in a new light. Not the eyes of her childish, innocent, and clueless self, but alert and protective.
She made another vow, she would never smile, not ever again. Unless he were to wake up...
But in this moment, hope was fading a little too quickly.
He was paler than normal. White as a ghost, and possibly even whiter. Even this surprised her, she had pale skin through heritage, and had never come close to being this white.
"Numbuh 4..." She whispered, feeling a sob chock through her back throat. The more she tried to keep it in, the stronger it became, until it blocked her throat and forced its way out. And now she cried against the blankets, her own inner pain and self pity renouncing itself to the outside world.
And that's where Numbuh 3 fell asleep that night, right next to his bed, and near his side. During the night, however, she had fallen limp to the floor in a nightmare raged sleep. A blanket fell draping over her from the side of the bed.
She did just as she promised...
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16: ::a surprise look etched upon her face as she turns to Numbuh 15:: YOU actually wrote THAT!
15: ::marveling his handy work and smiling:: Yep!
16: ::blinks:: considering it's you who wrote it, that was pretty good!
Angel: Let's see what the reviewers think!
27: We hope you enjoyed it!
15: Would you believe I wrote that in five minutes! (I did actually...)
957: We sat here and watched you.
3: Am I going to be OOC again?
36: actually you're going to be OOC until the end when you go back to yourself.
957: ::monotone:: you ruined the ending
36: ...we're still airing?
16: t'ere's a big red button right t'ere t'at says so!
36:...
27: anyway, we would love to hear from you, but only if you want to!
15: See you next chapter ^_~