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The Reed II: Chapter 5
The Reed had now reached the school kitchen, the Fellowship running closely behind. Magically, or so it seemed, the fire on the kitchen stove came on, and The Reed stared at it hungrily; that is, as hungrily as a reed can stare at something.
Then, it teleported right into the flames, where it basked, waiting for binary fission to take place.
"NOOOOOO!" David yelled, dashing forward to grab a pair of tongs. With it, he grabbed The Reed, and tossed it over to Martyn, who caught it.
The Reed just teleported back to the fire.
So David picked it up yet again and threw it to Martyn. As before, The Reed went back.
And so it went on, with Ariel, Ian and Charis watching dumbly in a corner, unaware of what to do.
That is, until Martyn noticed them.
"Can't you guys DO something besides stand there?"
"Uh... yeah."
There was a pause.
"WELL?"
"Um... but what can we..."
"I dunno! Go get some clarinet reeds or something! The Reed seems to be scared of them!" Martyn yelled, catching The Reed, which vanished from his hand for the umpteenth time.
Ha! You will never succeed. Evil will rule... because GOOD. IS. DUMB.
"Wait a minute... wasn't that quote from Spaceballs?"
Ian suddenly halted at the doorway.
"No..." He turned around slowly. "You didn't..."
I, The Reed, shall take over the world! And you shall be DESTROYED! Do not try to stop me. Resistance is futile.
The speaker gave an evil laugh, returned to the fire, and was picked up again by David who threw it to Martyn.
"So now The Reed's quoting Star Trek? Where on earth did it get it all from?"
The movie collection, of course. That wonderful movie collection of yours.
For a moment, there was silence. Then...
"NOOOOOO!" Ian lunged himself at The Reed, missed, and went sprawling onto the ground.
"Don't... tell me you destroyed... you... no..." Getting up, Ian ran out of the door to the band room, followed by Ariel and Charis. The two boys were left in the kitchen, still trying to prevent The Reed from replicating itself.
"His movie collection?" David asked incredulously. "What kind of band camp IS this? You bring your textbooks, he brings his movies... AND WILL YOU KINDLY STOP TRYING TO GET TO THE FIRE?"
Do or do not, there is no 'try'.
Martyn smothered a laugh.
"Hey dude! The Reed's a Star Wars fan, too!" The boy broke out into fits of laughter.
"Oh, great," David muttered. There he was, picking up The Reed and throwing it to Martyn, only to have it reappear in the same place. He felt like an idiot. He LOOKED like an idiot. He WAS an idiot. And Martyn was just standing there, laughing over the fact that The Reed and he were both Star Wars fans.
This couldn't get any worse. Or could it?
TO BE CONTINUED...
Review! Thanks.
CmrAwks: Who says it's not possible to come up with morbid ideas in camp?
Perc Mad Hatter: Read part one..... Can't remember what chapter... And what holiday are you talking about? Monday: Band. Tuesday: Band. Wednesday: Fine, holiday. Thursday: CSP. Friday: Band. Saturday: Supposed to be band, but I'm taking sick leave. I got a cold. And stomachache.
Tigerlily Gamgee: Thanks for reviewing!
BHS-ashes-BandGeekMafia: The band in the story is supposed to be one with a very low intelligence level. And I play the oboe, so I kill off the oboists. I don't know why. I just do it. ^_^
ChibiSkunkSaria: Er...
AbeoNeco: Sorry, but I don't want you to post my stories on your site, safety reasons... people might visit the site and copy the story... ff.net is relatively safe, but I'm not sure about elsewhere. If you want, you can put a link to the stories on your site... but nothing more.
ButterflyGuitar: Thanks for your review... btw, I know more insane people than you. *stares pointedly at Irish Bug (Pip)*
Faolcrop91: No, I don't think there'll be a sequel. So I can't make it into a trilogy.
Wildmage42: 17 or 18? *grins* Thanks for the compliment! =D Uh, define 'way off' and I'll tell you if you were.
Imjustanaltosaxplayer: How old am I? Guess. And I write during my free time.
Irish Bug: 1) By 'hurt you' did you mean like the other review you gave me? *is scared*
2) Ask your band leader to review.
3) Your web page proves how insane you are.
Trina: Yup, I'll write more. Thanks for reviewing!
The Reed II: Chapter 5
The Reed had now reached the school kitchen, the Fellowship running closely behind. Magically, or so it seemed, the fire on the kitchen stove came on, and The Reed stared at it hungrily; that is, as hungrily as a reed can stare at something.
Then, it teleported right into the flames, where it basked, waiting for binary fission to take place.
"NOOOOOO!" David yelled, dashing forward to grab a pair of tongs. With it, he grabbed The Reed, and tossed it over to Martyn, who caught it.
The Reed just teleported back to the fire.
So David picked it up yet again and threw it to Martyn. As before, The Reed went back.
And so it went on, with Ariel, Ian and Charis watching dumbly in a corner, unaware of what to do.
That is, until Martyn noticed them.
"Can't you guys DO something besides stand there?"
"Uh... yeah."
There was a pause.
"WELL?"
"Um... but what can we..."
"I dunno! Go get some clarinet reeds or something! The Reed seems to be scared of them!" Martyn yelled, catching The Reed, which vanished from his hand for the umpteenth time.
Ha! You will never succeed. Evil will rule... because GOOD. IS. DUMB.
"Wait a minute... wasn't that quote from Spaceballs?"
Ian suddenly halted at the doorway.
"No..." He turned around slowly. "You didn't..."
I, The Reed, shall take over the world! And you shall be DESTROYED! Do not try to stop me. Resistance is futile.
The speaker gave an evil laugh, returned to the fire, and was picked up again by David who threw it to Martyn.
"So now The Reed's quoting Star Trek? Where on earth did it get it all from?"
The movie collection, of course. That wonderful movie collection of yours.
For a moment, there was silence. Then...
"NOOOOOO!" Ian lunged himself at The Reed, missed, and went sprawling onto the ground.
"Don't... tell me you destroyed... you... no..." Getting up, Ian ran out of the door to the band room, followed by Ariel and Charis. The two boys were left in the kitchen, still trying to prevent The Reed from replicating itself.
"His movie collection?" David asked incredulously. "What kind of band camp IS this? You bring your textbooks, he brings his movies... AND WILL YOU KINDLY STOP TRYING TO GET TO THE FIRE?"
Do or do not, there is no 'try'.
Martyn smothered a laugh.
"Hey dude! The Reed's a Star Wars fan, too!" The boy broke out into fits of laughter.
"Oh, great," David muttered. There he was, picking up The Reed and throwing it to Martyn, only to have it reappear in the same place. He felt like an idiot. He LOOKED like an idiot. He WAS an idiot. And Martyn was just standing there, laughing over the fact that The Reed and he were both Star Wars fans.
This couldn't get any worse. Or could it?
TO BE CONTINUED...
Review! Thanks.
CmrAwks: Who says it's not possible to come up with morbid ideas in camp?
Perc Mad Hatter: Read part one..... Can't remember what chapter... And what holiday are you talking about? Monday: Band. Tuesday: Band. Wednesday: Fine, holiday. Thursday: CSP. Friday: Band. Saturday: Supposed to be band, but I'm taking sick leave. I got a cold. And stomachache.
Tigerlily Gamgee: Thanks for reviewing!
BHS-ashes-BandGeekMafia: The band in the story is supposed to be one with a very low intelligence level. And I play the oboe, so I kill off the oboists. I don't know why. I just do it. ^_^
ChibiSkunkSaria: Er...
AbeoNeco: Sorry, but I don't want you to post my stories on your site, safety reasons... people might visit the site and copy the story... ff.net is relatively safe, but I'm not sure about elsewhere. If you want, you can put a link to the stories on your site... but nothing more.
ButterflyGuitar: Thanks for your review... btw, I know more insane people than you. *stares pointedly at Irish Bug (Pip)*
Faolcrop91: No, I don't think there'll be a sequel. So I can't make it into a trilogy.
Wildmage42: 17 or 18? *grins* Thanks for the compliment! =D Uh, define 'way off' and I'll tell you if you were.
Imjustanaltosaxplayer: How old am I? Guess. And I write during my free time.
Irish Bug: 1) By 'hurt you' did you mean like the other review you gave me? *is scared*
2) Ask your band leader to review.
3) Your web page proves how insane you are.
Trina: Yup, I'll write more. Thanks for reviewing!