Yin-yang
I am so sorry. I have not updated in like 2 weeks. But I do have a life outside of
Fanfiction.net. I have not kept up with my original intents and have strayed somewhat from the
story. The only explanation I have is that this is my first story. At all. I have never written one, much
less ever let anyone see one, before coming to FF.net. I can only hope these last chapters will
appease those who might want to hunt me down and hang me by my personal parts.
I looked back at my earlier chapters as a reader and realized that I really did as good a job as
you all say I did. For that I'm proud and happy to give you guy's this tale and everything within.
The sequel should give you what you want. If it doesn't, than simply click that little purple button
and type down what you feel should be added to the story. All those reviews are the fuel for this and
every story on FF.net. The authors appreciate these reviews as those are what make the story better.
Having said that, I have a challenge. I want all you guy's who read this, to go and make your own
story if you haven't already. And review every chapter of every story you read. When you do, you
are helping someone. I have here a list of Lizzie stories I have read and the authors that wrote them.
READ THESE STORIES!!! They are by far some of the best stories I have read in this website.
Some are finished, some are still needing an ending. For the ones that are finished, tell these guy's
your opinion. For the ones that aren't finished, tell these guy's your opinion. Those opinions will be
taken to heart by the authors and they will either make a new story or finish their first one. Here is
the list:
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The road to where we are: by Hacen
Madeline: by Hacen
My Fair Lady: by Bethany*Katherine
Run away with me: by ladyravan99
Walk with Me: by ladyravan99
The Graduate Escapades: by TimeWasterRebel
Love, Your Secret Admirer: by Oy-with-the-poodles
Protective Custody: by SoulCatcher20
I'm Gonna Make You love me: by angelgirl8
Fantastic weekend: by orbajo
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I hope I have opened you to some really good writing.
Onto the notes for this story. These are the last 2 chapters of Yin-yang. So these last 2 will be
very long. Don't worry I didn't forget about the alternate endings.
That's about it. Oh, the song here is not a linkin park song. It's lostprophets. You could
probably down load the song from Kazaa or one of those other places. If you do have one of those
programs that let's you down load music, I highly suggest you burn these songs from the story. It's a
lot easier than trying to find them on line. But wait till the story is finished before doing so. That
way, you have the whole list.
Last one. I don't own Freddy vs. Jason, Black Belt magazine, or Bam Margera or Steve-O.
If I did, I'd be F****** rich.
I've yakked too long. Enjoy the story.
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Lostprophets
Last train home
?
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After last nights scare, sleep did not come easy for anyone in the house. Eric was constantly
pacing the house with a series of martial art weapons in his hands. Mainly, a pair of sai, and an
escrima stick. All within reach at certain points in the house. He didn't calm down the whole night.
At least not until around 2:00 a.m. when Lizzie firmly, but softly, pulled him into a kiss with the
words; Good night. Only then did he finally crawl into their sleeping bags. He had zipped them
together to keep her closer to him at night. He was worried that Nick might try something. It took
Lizzie 30 minutes to explain that there are trained cops outside, that Nick wouldn't try something
that stupid.
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"Lizzie, he is one of the stupidest people on the planet. He might just try to get in."
"Well, if he does, than you'll protect us."
Eric was uneasy about this. If Nick had managed to almost kill him in hand-to-hand combat,
could he really defend his friends and girlfriend from that loony? Lizzie must have sensed this.
"Don't worry, Eric. You can do it. You did it before, you can do it again."
"I'm not sure Lizzie. He did almost kill me before. He could manage it."
"He won't. You won't let him."
He leaned over and kissed her.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
With these words, the two laid down to sleep in each others arms.
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Eric was the first one awake that morning. He normally didn't wake up this early unless he
had to go to school. He looked over to Lizzie. She was sleeping peacefully. Not a care in her mind.
That couldn't be said for Eric. Eric was thinking about so many things that he couldn't concentrate
on a single piece of thought. He got up and made breakfast. Eggs and bacon. Something everyone
could agree to. He ate his helping while reading his new issue of Black Belt magazine. He had
finished eating the same time that Larry had woken up and began shoveling down his helping. Eric
watched in awe as he swallowed in what would have to be record time. "Hungry?" Larry just
nodded. Eric was amazed that anyone could eat that much! He and Larry talked about a lot of
things. From who they thought was a bigger idiot: Bam Margera or Steve-O, to what episode of Star
Trek had a butt shot of Spock.
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"I'm telling you it was the last episode of that season."
"No Larry, it was the movie where Spock died."
"Fine, whatever you say! But it was the last episode."
"Hmmph!"
It was about this time that everyone else was starting to wake up. Lizzie was the first to the
table. She started eating the food on her plate. She wasn't eating it with the same ferocity as Larry
but she was eating rather fast anyway. Eric watched her the whole time with a smile on his face. She
was now the only thing that meant anything truly special to him. Nothing else came even remotely
close. He felt complete with her around. When she was finished they all started talking about what
they would do today. They knew that whatever they did, they would have to watch their backs. Eric
especially. They couldn't go anywhere public, so they figured they might as well go to a theater or
something. Eric found a theater that was showing Freddy vs. Jason. It was his favorite movie. At
first the girls were reluctant to go. But after some talking they agreed.
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Eric had seen the movie a few times already, yet he never got tired of it. He had seen all of
the Nightmare films, as well as all of the Friday films and he was a staunch supporter of Jason. In
fact the first time he had seen it, when Jason was getting his ass kicked, he actually stood up out of
his seat and started yelling for him to get up and fight! He was not at all embarrassed by this
outburst. He had made a bet with Tony that Jason would kick Freddy's ass. To see it again was like
remembering something that happened years ago that still made him smile. He had always liked
body count films. No matter how bloody it got, it was still a good film.
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When the film started, the girls huddled close to their respective others. Miranda to Matt,
Kate to Ethan, and Lizzie to Eric. Larry on the other hand was yelling alongside Eric and all the
other Jason fans to the screen. After awhile, Eric looked at Larry, surprised the he could cuss like
that. He sat back down next to Lizzie and kept his mouth shut for the rest of the film.
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"I can't believe that you liked that film so much, Eric."
"Yeah, surprising isn't it?"
"Yeah, you're full of them."
"I guess."
"But why were you yelling like a maniac?"
"Because I've always liked body count films, and Jason is my favorite killer."
"Body count films?"
"Yeah. It's a film where you take a group of young people, mostly half-naked chicks, and
slaughter them, one by one, in grisly fashions." explained Larry.
"That's gross, Larry."
"Well, you asked."
They got back to Eric's house and soon realized that they didn't have much else to do. After
about 30 minutes of discussion, they agreed to watch some more of Eric's tapes.
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"Awww, do we have to?"
"Why not?" asked Ethan.
"Because I'm an idiot in those tapes."
"Nothing new there Eric."
"Daaaaad!"
"So Eric what can we expect on this particular tape?"
"Well, Matt, let's see."
He grabbed the tape from him and looked at the label. What he saw made him really wish he
hadn't recorded these stunts.
"Aww Hell no! I refuse to let anyone see this tape!"
"Why?!" asked Lizzie.
"Because this is the jock-strap test!"
"The what?!"
"Jock strap test."
"I'm not sure I want to know." said Miranda.
"Me and the guys had a bet with each other to see who could last the longest in certain...
tests."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning we were getting kicked in the balls to see who was tougher."
"Well let's see it!" said Ethan.
"Great. Let's make fun of Eric." He kept grumbling as he put the tape in and pressed play.
The gang settled in for another round of stupidity...
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The tape opened like with text so...
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THE JOCK STRAP TEST.
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WINNER GETS $1000 SMACKERS.
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LOSER GETS HIS BALLSACK HANDED TO THEM.
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WHO CAN LAST?
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FIRST UP... MIKE STURN... IDIOT.
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Mike was standing outside what must have been Eric's old house, in his boxers, with a jock
strap over it. He looked extremely nervous. Of course, any guy would be nervous if they were
wearing a jock strap but they weren't playing any sport at that particular moment.
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FIRST TEST... LITTLE KIDS.
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Eric and his friends had 5 kids lined up. The next part seemed like a horror story for every
guy in the world. Each kid came up to Mike and kicked him in the balls! 5 TIMES! By the time
they were done, Mike was on the ground wheezing. "Who's bright idea was this anyway?" "Mine."
Thanks, Tony. I'll kill you later. Ouch, that hurts."
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NEXT VICTIM... JIM YU
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The next guy was an Asian. He was kind of good looking... except for the pure terror on his
face. After his 5 kicks, he was on the ground red in the face.
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HE'S GONE... TONY 'SMACK' HAMMERSON IS GONNA DIE.
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Tony seemed the only one who didn't seem nervous. In fact, he didn't hurt until the last kid.
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"Dang, Tony. You were doing good. You weren't even flinching!"
"That last kid f***** me up. He has long reach. He can reach up under the cup."
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LAST UP... ERIC MCKADER... R.I.P.
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Finally, it was Eric's turn. He stood in the same spot that the others had stood before him and
mentally prepared himself for what was about to befall him... He was down on the first kid. He was
lying on the ground with stars in his eyes. He looked like he wanted nothing better than to take the
camera and shove it up Mike's ass.
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LOSER...
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"How did that feel, Eric?"
"Screw you Mike!"
"No thanks." The shot faded in and out. It was the same place, but a different time of day.
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THE NEXT DAY...
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"With the first part done, we can continue on with the test. Now remember folks, this will
take a couple of days, and for God's sake, don't try this at home." The remainder of the tape was
different methods of getting hit in the balls. Mainly, a sledgehammer, paint balls, and a baseball bat.
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The tape was finished. The gang started talking about the tape. Mainly how they managed to
survive without becoming impotent. The rest of the night was spent over different things. But they
paled in comparison with what happened that night...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Matt and Miranda had sneaked away from the rest of the group to the bedroom they were
sharing. The rest of them were still watching Bicentennial Man with Robin Williams. They laid
down on the couch and proceeded to cover each other with passionate kisses. In about 2 minutes, all
of their clothes were off and were exploring each other with their hands. They had bottled all this
energy up since Eric was shot. They couldn't take it anymore. It was agonizing to sit next to the love
of your life and not be able to touch them like you wanted to. After much steps taken by Matt to
make sure she was comfortable, he entered her and began to work. They eventually found a rhythm,
going at the same low speed.
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After 30 minutes, they were done and sleeping in each other's arms. Safe. Totally oblivious
to what was about to transpire...
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The doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" yelled Eric. It was most likely the cops outside. He hoped.
He opened it and was greeted by a boy with shaggy hair, a short stature, and an intelligent look.
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"Is Lizzie here?"
"That depends on who's asking. You are...?"
"Gordo?!"
Lizzie walked to the door. Her mouth was hanging open. Eric could tell there was something
between these two. But he didn't know what. And he hated it when he was kept out of the loop.
"Lizzie. I'm sorry. For everything. I shouldn't have tried to hurt you. I was stupid."
"I know."
Silence.
"So... have you found someone else?" She was curious.
"Yeah. She's great. Her name is Carla Sturbin."
"WHAT!!!"
Eric ran back to the front door after hearing Carla's name.
"What about Carla?!"
"I'm with her now."
"Have you seen a friend of hers? Nick Mayer? Answer ME!"
"Yeah. He hangs out down at the dock. On Hillcrest Ave."
Eric looked at him for a total of 10 seconds. The cogs in his head were slowly turning like
they always do. He came to a decision that would probably destroy him. But he had no choice...
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"Lizzie. I'm going after him."
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Jeez. That feels better, getting this story out of my system. Hope you like the twist. That was
the second to last chapter. Hope you like the Finale! kikiki... mamama... kikiki...mamama...
I am so sorry. I have not updated in like 2 weeks. But I do have a life outside of
Fanfiction.net. I have not kept up with my original intents and have strayed somewhat from the
story. The only explanation I have is that this is my first story. At all. I have never written one, much
less ever let anyone see one, before coming to FF.net. I can only hope these last chapters will
appease those who might want to hunt me down and hang me by my personal parts.
I looked back at my earlier chapters as a reader and realized that I really did as good a job as
you all say I did. For that I'm proud and happy to give you guy's this tale and everything within.
The sequel should give you what you want. If it doesn't, than simply click that little purple button
and type down what you feel should be added to the story. All those reviews are the fuel for this and
every story on FF.net. The authors appreciate these reviews as those are what make the story better.
Having said that, I have a challenge. I want all you guy's who read this, to go and make your own
story if you haven't already. And review every chapter of every story you read. When you do, you
are helping someone. I have here a list of Lizzie stories I have read and the authors that wrote them.
READ THESE STORIES!!! They are by far some of the best stories I have read in this website.
Some are finished, some are still needing an ending. For the ones that are finished, tell these guy's
your opinion. For the ones that aren't finished, tell these guy's your opinion. Those opinions will be
taken to heart by the authors and they will either make a new story or finish their first one. Here is
the list:
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The road to where we are: by Hacen
Madeline: by Hacen
My Fair Lady: by Bethany*Katherine
Run away with me: by ladyravan99
Walk with Me: by ladyravan99
The Graduate Escapades: by TimeWasterRebel
Love, Your Secret Admirer: by Oy-with-the-poodles
Protective Custody: by SoulCatcher20
I'm Gonna Make You love me: by angelgirl8
Fantastic weekend: by orbajo
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I hope I have opened you to some really good writing.
Onto the notes for this story. These are the last 2 chapters of Yin-yang. So these last 2 will be
very long. Don't worry I didn't forget about the alternate endings.
That's about it. Oh, the song here is not a linkin park song. It's lostprophets. You could
probably down load the song from Kazaa or one of those other places. If you do have one of those
programs that let's you down load music, I highly suggest you burn these songs from the story. It's a
lot easier than trying to find them on line. But wait till the story is finished before doing so. That
way, you have the whole list.
Last one. I don't own Freddy vs. Jason, Black Belt magazine, or Bam Margera or Steve-O.
If I did, I'd be F****** rich.
I've yakked too long. Enjoy the story.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lostprophets
Last train home
?
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
After last nights scare, sleep did not come easy for anyone in the house. Eric was constantly
pacing the house with a series of martial art weapons in his hands. Mainly, a pair of sai, and an
escrima stick. All within reach at certain points in the house. He didn't calm down the whole night.
At least not until around 2:00 a.m. when Lizzie firmly, but softly, pulled him into a kiss with the
words; Good night. Only then did he finally crawl into their sleeping bags. He had zipped them
together to keep her closer to him at night. He was worried that Nick might try something. It took
Lizzie 30 minutes to explain that there are trained cops outside, that Nick wouldn't try something
that stupid.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Lizzie, he is one of the stupidest people on the planet. He might just try to get in."
"Well, if he does, than you'll protect us."
Eric was uneasy about this. If Nick had managed to almost kill him in hand-to-hand combat,
could he really defend his friends and girlfriend from that loony? Lizzie must have sensed this.
"Don't worry, Eric. You can do it. You did it before, you can do it again."
"I'm not sure Lizzie. He did almost kill me before. He could manage it."
"He won't. You won't let him."
He leaned over and kissed her.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
With these words, the two laid down to sleep in each others arms.
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Eric was the first one awake that morning. He normally didn't wake up this early unless he
had to go to school. He looked over to Lizzie. She was sleeping peacefully. Not a care in her mind.
That couldn't be said for Eric. Eric was thinking about so many things that he couldn't concentrate
on a single piece of thought. He got up and made breakfast. Eggs and bacon. Something everyone
could agree to. He ate his helping while reading his new issue of Black Belt magazine. He had
finished eating the same time that Larry had woken up and began shoveling down his helping. Eric
watched in awe as he swallowed in what would have to be record time. "Hungry?" Larry just
nodded. Eric was amazed that anyone could eat that much! He and Larry talked about a lot of
things. From who they thought was a bigger idiot: Bam Margera or Steve-O, to what episode of Star
Trek had a butt shot of Spock.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"I'm telling you it was the last episode of that season."
"No Larry, it was the movie where Spock died."
"Fine, whatever you say! But it was the last episode."
"Hmmph!"
It was about this time that everyone else was starting to wake up. Lizzie was the first to the
table. She started eating the food on her plate. She wasn't eating it with the same ferocity as Larry
but she was eating rather fast anyway. Eric watched her the whole time with a smile on his face. She
was now the only thing that meant anything truly special to him. Nothing else came even remotely
close. He felt complete with her around. When she was finished they all started talking about what
they would do today. They knew that whatever they did, they would have to watch their backs. Eric
especially. They couldn't go anywhere public, so they figured they might as well go to a theater or
something. Eric found a theater that was showing Freddy vs. Jason. It was his favorite movie. At
first the girls were reluctant to go. But after some talking they agreed.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Eric had seen the movie a few times already, yet he never got tired of it. He had seen all of
the Nightmare films, as well as all of the Friday films and he was a staunch supporter of Jason. In
fact the first time he had seen it, when Jason was getting his ass kicked, he actually stood up out of
his seat and started yelling for him to get up and fight! He was not at all embarrassed by this
outburst. He had made a bet with Tony that Jason would kick Freddy's ass. To see it again was like
remembering something that happened years ago that still made him smile. He had always liked
body count films. No matter how bloody it got, it was still a good film.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
When the film started, the girls huddled close to their respective others. Miranda to Matt,
Kate to Ethan, and Lizzie to Eric. Larry on the other hand was yelling alongside Eric and all the
other Jason fans to the screen. After awhile, Eric looked at Larry, surprised the he could cuss like
that. He sat back down next to Lizzie and kept his mouth shut for the rest of the film.
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"I can't believe that you liked that film so much, Eric."
"Yeah, surprising isn't it?"
"Yeah, you're full of them."
"I guess."
"But why were you yelling like a maniac?"
"Because I've always liked body count films, and Jason is my favorite killer."
"Body count films?"
"Yeah. It's a film where you take a group of young people, mostly half-naked chicks, and
slaughter them, one by one, in grisly fashions." explained Larry.
"That's gross, Larry."
"Well, you asked."
They got back to Eric's house and soon realized that they didn't have much else to do. After
about 30 minutes of discussion, they agreed to watch some more of Eric's tapes.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Awww, do we have to?"
"Why not?" asked Ethan.
"Because I'm an idiot in those tapes."
"Nothing new there Eric."
"Daaaaad!"
"So Eric what can we expect on this particular tape?"
"Well, Matt, let's see."
He grabbed the tape from him and looked at the label. What he saw made him really wish he
hadn't recorded these stunts.
"Aww Hell no! I refuse to let anyone see this tape!"
"Why?!" asked Lizzie.
"Because this is the jock-strap test!"
"The what?!"
"Jock strap test."
"I'm not sure I want to know." said Miranda.
"Me and the guys had a bet with each other to see who could last the longest in certain...
tests."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning we were getting kicked in the balls to see who was tougher."
"Well let's see it!" said Ethan.
"Great. Let's make fun of Eric." He kept grumbling as he put the tape in and pressed play.
The gang settled in for another round of stupidity...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The tape opened like with text so...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
THE JOCK STRAP TEST.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
WINNER GETS $1000 SMACKERS.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
LOSER GETS HIS BALLSACK HANDED TO THEM.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
WHO CAN LAST?
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
FIRST UP... MIKE STURN... IDIOT.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Mike was standing outside what must have been Eric's old house, in his boxers, with a jock
strap over it. He looked extremely nervous. Of course, any guy would be nervous if they were
wearing a jock strap but they weren't playing any sport at that particular moment.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
FIRST TEST... LITTLE KIDS.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Eric and his friends had 5 kids lined up. The next part seemed like a horror story for every
guy in the world. Each kid came up to Mike and kicked him in the balls! 5 TIMES! By the time
they were done, Mike was on the ground wheezing. "Who's bright idea was this anyway?" "Mine."
Thanks, Tony. I'll kill you later. Ouch, that hurts."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
NEXT VICTIM... JIM YU
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The next guy was an Asian. He was kind of good looking... except for the pure terror on his
face. After his 5 kicks, he was on the ground red in the face.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
HE'S GONE... TONY 'SMACK' HAMMERSON IS GONNA DIE.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tony seemed the only one who didn't seem nervous. In fact, he didn't hurt until the last kid.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Dang, Tony. You were doing good. You weren't even flinching!"
"That last kid f***** me up. He has long reach. He can reach up under the cup."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
LAST UP... ERIC MCKADER... R.I.P.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Finally, it was Eric's turn. He stood in the same spot that the others had stood before him and
mentally prepared himself for what was about to befall him... He was down on the first kid. He was
lying on the ground with stars in his eyes. He looked like he wanted nothing better than to take the
camera and shove it up Mike's ass.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
LOSER...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"How did that feel, Eric?"
"Screw you Mike!"
"No thanks." The shot faded in and out. It was the same place, but a different time of day.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
THE NEXT DAY...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"With the first part done, we can continue on with the test. Now remember folks, this will
take a couple of days, and for God's sake, don't try this at home." The remainder of the tape was
different methods of getting hit in the balls. Mainly, a sledgehammer, paint balls, and a baseball bat.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The tape was finished. The gang started talking about the tape. Mainly how they managed to
survive without becoming impotent. The rest of the night was spent over different things. But they
paled in comparison with what happened that night...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Matt and Miranda had sneaked away from the rest of the group to the bedroom they were
sharing. The rest of them were still watching Bicentennial Man with Robin Williams. They laid
down on the couch and proceeded to cover each other with passionate kisses. In about 2 minutes, all
of their clothes were off and were exploring each other with their hands. They had bottled all this
energy up since Eric was shot. They couldn't take it anymore. It was agonizing to sit next to the love
of your life and not be able to touch them like you wanted to. After much steps taken by Matt to
make sure she was comfortable, he entered her and began to work. They eventually found a rhythm,
going at the same low speed.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
After 30 minutes, they were done and sleeping in each other's arms. Safe. Totally oblivious
to what was about to transpire...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" yelled Eric. It was most likely the cops outside. He hoped.
He opened it and was greeted by a boy with shaggy hair, a short stature, and an intelligent look.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Is Lizzie here?"
"That depends on who's asking. You are...?"
"Gordo?!"
Lizzie walked to the door. Her mouth was hanging open. Eric could tell there was something
between these two. But he didn't know what. And he hated it when he was kept out of the loop.
"Lizzie. I'm sorry. For everything. I shouldn't have tried to hurt you. I was stupid."
"I know."
Silence.
"So... have you found someone else?" She was curious.
"Yeah. She's great. Her name is Carla Sturbin."
"WHAT!!!"
Eric ran back to the front door after hearing Carla's name.
"What about Carla?!"
"I'm with her now."
"Have you seen a friend of hers? Nick Mayer? Answer ME!"
"Yeah. He hangs out down at the dock. On Hillcrest Ave."
Eric looked at him for a total of 10 seconds. The cogs in his head were slowly turning like
they always do. He came to a decision that would probably destroy him. But he had no choice...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Lizzie. I'm going after him."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Jeez. That feels better, getting this story out of my system. Hope you like the twist. That was
the second to last chapter. Hope you like the Finale! kikiki... mamama... kikiki...mamama...