I wrote this during camp... anyway, I STILL can't believe the last chapter
got so many reviews! THANK YOU! ^_^
The Reed II: Chapter 4
The Reed had disappeared. Frantically, from his position on the ground, Martyn searched the room for any sign of it. He found none, and started formulating a not-so-practical plan to get out of doing the pushups and go look for The Reed.
"Okay," he thought, "first I need a lightsab..."
Suddenly, the door burst open and a horn player, Michael, rushed in panting and jabbing his finger in the direction he had come from.
"The Reed... The Reed... The Reed..."
Fro a moment, everyone stared at him... and then all the Fellowship got up from their 34th pushup and ran out the door. All, that is, except for Ian and Ariel, who were still on the floor suffering from a condition known as toomanypushup-it is.
The band major was furious.
"YOU HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED YOUR FIVE HUNDRED! GET BACK..."
"We've done 34! We'll continue later!"
Continuing down the corridor, the Fellowship soon found out what Michael had been on about. In front of them was yet another Reed death. The Reed was sticking in the trombonist's neck, from which blood was oozing out.
Charis threw up.
"I wonder if it's a vampire reed, and if it gets your neck you become one..."
"David, don't give me nightmares."
Just then, Ariel and Ian came stumbling in. They started down at the corpse. Charis managed to convince herself that it wasn't THAT bad after all, looked at it, and threw up again. Ian smelt the vomit and threw up too.
"So...?"
"Get it out. Just get it out," Ian said, standing up. His face was white in shock and bits of his half-digested breakfast were still dangling from his chin.
Ariel bent down and reached for The Reed. Her fingers closed around it... and suddenly, it wasn't there.
Run, run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm The Reed.
They turned, to see the murderer a distance from them.
"That guy," Martyn commented as they ran towards it, The Reed teleporting another five metres away each time, "is the worst poet I've EVER known. 'Run, run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me, for I'm The Reed'? I can't believe anyone could have such a bad rhyme and rhythm sense!"
They continued chasing it. It seemed that The Reed could only teleport a maximum of five metres away at a time. Either that, or it was just being irritating.
And so it went on, until it became clear where The Reed was trying to go.
"It's heading for the kitchen! It wants to reproduce!"
TO BE CONTINUED
Once again, please review! Your reviews will be greatly appreciated. I'm hoping to reach a hundred by the next chapter. Thanks! ^_^
By the way, out of curiosity, how old do you think I am? =D If you know who I am please don't answer.
Okay, review reply time:
Perc Mad Hatter: Um, I've done about... *counts* ... 60 pushups in my life. And you HAVE seen me doing them before, that time one of the flutes left their scores lying around... at least, I think you have.
CmrAwks: What d'you mean, thoughtful?
Irish Bug: You live off my stories? Okay... I thought you lost your mental health LONG ago. I can tell from your bio. ^_^ Anyway, GO RECORDERS! =D
AbeoNeco: Preferably, don't print it out. Just ask them to go the site and read and review themselves... if you REALLY want to print it out, include a disclaimer and the phrase 'Copyright 2003 D.A.S.' at the top or bottom. This fic seems to have started a cult following or something..... O_O I can't believe it.
Gaia Ravyn Myles: Read the rest soon! Yay! Wait, if you're reading this then you HAVE read the rest, right? *looks confused*
The Reed II: Chapter 4
The Reed had disappeared. Frantically, from his position on the ground, Martyn searched the room for any sign of it. He found none, and started formulating a not-so-practical plan to get out of doing the pushups and go look for The Reed.
"Okay," he thought, "first I need a lightsab..."
Suddenly, the door burst open and a horn player, Michael, rushed in panting and jabbing his finger in the direction he had come from.
"The Reed... The Reed... The Reed..."
Fro a moment, everyone stared at him... and then all the Fellowship got up from their 34th pushup and ran out the door. All, that is, except for Ian and Ariel, who were still on the floor suffering from a condition known as toomanypushup-it is.
The band major was furious.
"YOU HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED YOUR FIVE HUNDRED! GET BACK..."
"We've done 34! We'll continue later!"
Continuing down the corridor, the Fellowship soon found out what Michael had been on about. In front of them was yet another Reed death. The Reed was sticking in the trombonist's neck, from which blood was oozing out.
Charis threw up.
"I wonder if it's a vampire reed, and if it gets your neck you become one..."
"David, don't give me nightmares."
Just then, Ariel and Ian came stumbling in. They started down at the corpse. Charis managed to convince herself that it wasn't THAT bad after all, looked at it, and threw up again. Ian smelt the vomit and threw up too.
"So...?"
"Get it out. Just get it out," Ian said, standing up. His face was white in shock and bits of his half-digested breakfast were still dangling from his chin.
Ariel bent down and reached for The Reed. Her fingers closed around it... and suddenly, it wasn't there.
Run, run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm The Reed.
They turned, to see the murderer a distance from them.
"That guy," Martyn commented as they ran towards it, The Reed teleporting another five metres away each time, "is the worst poet I've EVER known. 'Run, run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me, for I'm The Reed'? I can't believe anyone could have such a bad rhyme and rhythm sense!"
They continued chasing it. It seemed that The Reed could only teleport a maximum of five metres away at a time. Either that, or it was just being irritating.
And so it went on, until it became clear where The Reed was trying to go.
"It's heading for the kitchen! It wants to reproduce!"
TO BE CONTINUED
Once again, please review! Your reviews will be greatly appreciated. I'm hoping to reach a hundred by the next chapter. Thanks! ^_^
By the way, out of curiosity, how old do you think I am? =D If you know who I am please don't answer.
Okay, review reply time:
Perc Mad Hatter: Um, I've done about... *counts* ... 60 pushups in my life. And you HAVE seen me doing them before, that time one of the flutes left their scores lying around... at least, I think you have.
CmrAwks: What d'you mean, thoughtful?
Irish Bug: You live off my stories? Okay... I thought you lost your mental health LONG ago. I can tell from your bio. ^_^ Anyway, GO RECORDERS! =D
AbeoNeco: Preferably, don't print it out. Just ask them to go the site and read and review themselves... if you REALLY want to print it out, include a disclaimer and the phrase 'Copyright 2003 D.A.S.' at the top or bottom. This fic seems to have started a cult following or something..... O_O I can't believe it.
Gaia Ravyn Myles: Read the rest soon! Yay! Wait, if you're reading this then you HAVE read the rest, right? *looks confused*