Sorry for not updating for so long... NO, I do NOT have SARS, just too much
homework... Uh, I wrote part of this in Ch Culture class. But I was still
paying attention. Sort of. Really. *Looks innocent*
The Reed II: Chapter 8
Band Room
Midnight
"495, sir! 496, sir! 497, sir! 498, sir! 499, sir! 500, sir! Permission to get up, sir!"
There was no response.
Turning his head, Ian sneaked a look at the band major.
He was snoring away on the ground, saliva drooling off one side of his mouth. Ian turned back round.
"He's sleeping. Uh, maybe we can go..."
Quietly, the Fellowship got up unsteadily to their feet, and three- quarters asleep tiptoed back to their sleeping bags in the other band room.
Lucas was awake, waiting for them upon their arrival.
"So how was it?"
"There are exactly 243 scratches on that tile in front of the third window," Martyn replied.
"Oh. So... what were you going to tell me just now in the kitchen?"
"Tomorrow, okay? We'll talk tomorrow." So saying, Martyn fell asleep.
Lucas, however, was unable to do the same. After counting a thousand sheep in vain (the last one caught its leg in the fence, tripped over and met with a gruesome fate), he decided to take a little walk around the school.
Picking up his torchlight, Lucas crept out of the room as carefully as he could. There was a loud yell as he stepped on someone's face, but other than that, all was silent.
The corridor outside the band rooms was unusually quiet. Not a sound was heard with the exception of Lucas' footsteps as he paced the corridor, trying to get rid of his insomnia and enjoying the cool night air.
Suddenly, he was hit with the crazy idea of getting his instrument out to play. Maybe he could play in the toilet and scare off any nighttime toilet goers...
Grinning, Lucas walked to the room that held the instruments. The door, surprisingly, was unlocked, and he walked in. Finding his way to the cupboard via torchlight, Lucas assembled his saxophone and stuck a reed in. He was about to play, when a voice shattered the silence of the room.
Wake up.
Startled, whipped around, expecting to see somebody there. All he saw was the band major lying on the ground.
He would have laughed, had not the mysterious voice repeated itself.
WAKE UP!
Lucas jumped, dropping his torch, which went off. Before him, the band major awoke.
"Wha... what... who are you? Where are you?" For the first time in history, Lucas thought he detected more than a slight tremble in the band major's voice.
I am The Reed. Prepare to die!
Now, Lucas could see an oboe reed standing atop the windowsill. Somehow, it seemed to give off a light of its own which illuminated its surroundings as well as itself.
It had not seen him yet.
"W... who are you?" the band major repeated. He was then struck with sudden inspiration. "Martyn, I'm warning you, if this is another of your tricks..."
Martyn is asleep. Soon, he'll be dead. And so will you.
Lucas could only watch in horror as The Reed did a spectacular leap from the window straight at the band major's throat, the latter screaming for all he was worth.
"AAAAAAAH!"
DIE, HUMAN SCUM!
"AAAAAAAH!"
And then... there was silence. The band major was history.
Slowly, The Reed seemed to turn and face Lucas.
So. You have seen.
The boy started hyperventilating.
"W... what d'you want?"
To kill you, of course. And when I'm done, the rest of the band. And more bands. And soon, the whole world would be free of humans. My master would be so proud of me. But not for long. I will kill him too... and then I, The Reed, shall rule supreme. MUAHAHAHAHA!
Lucas clutched on to his saxophone, rooted to the spot in fear.
Prepare to die.
He saw The Reed do the same flying leap at him that he had seen it do to the band major.
He had no time to think.
He was going to die.
Panicking, with his eyes shut, Lucas struck out with the only thing he held... his instrument... he thought he heard the sound of something hitting it... he was going to die...
Nothing happened.
Slowly, Lucas opened his eyes.
The Reed was lying at his feet, unmoving.
And he knew.
This was Martyn and the others had been talking about. The Reed. They had been trying to destroy it, prevent it from accomplishing whatever mission it wanted to accomplish.
And The Reed had tried to kill him.
TO BE CONTINUED. Please review! ^_^ Seven reviews before I continue.
Quiz of the day: Which movie did the following theme come from, and what is its title? Figure out the rhythm yourself, and include your answer in the review.
D' C' C' C' D' ; G' A' Bflat' A' G' F' F' A' G' ; F' E' ; D' C' C' C' D'.
Analia: I forgot to reply to one of your many reviews..... so, anyway, I'm NOT in your band. Ian is my cousin's name and there's no one named Ian or David in my band. Just so you know.
Silverg3r: Uh, binary fission IS in bio... My brother's flute is an open- hole Yamaha one, don't know which model. He hid it somewhere. For some reason he thinks I have SARS. I DON'T.
Sarai: Thanks for reviewing!
Imjustanaltosaxplayer: FINE, so I'm 13. HEAR THAT, EVERYBODY? ^_^ I was 12 when I got the idea for The Reed. You were going to find out sooner or later anyway... What makes you think I live in the US? I don't complain about the heat enough? That's because I didn't want to give clues to where I live. *complains about the heat* *gets drenched with sudden rain*
Perc Mad Hatter: Thanks for your review...
Irish Bug: What's wrong with your computer? And what made you decide to learn oboe?? I have a BAD influence on you...
The Reed II: Chapter 8
Band Room
Midnight
"495, sir! 496, sir! 497, sir! 498, sir! 499, sir! 500, sir! Permission to get up, sir!"
There was no response.
Turning his head, Ian sneaked a look at the band major.
He was snoring away on the ground, saliva drooling off one side of his mouth. Ian turned back round.
"He's sleeping. Uh, maybe we can go..."
Quietly, the Fellowship got up unsteadily to their feet, and three- quarters asleep tiptoed back to their sleeping bags in the other band room.
Lucas was awake, waiting for them upon their arrival.
"So how was it?"
"There are exactly 243 scratches on that tile in front of the third window," Martyn replied.
"Oh. So... what were you going to tell me just now in the kitchen?"
"Tomorrow, okay? We'll talk tomorrow." So saying, Martyn fell asleep.
Lucas, however, was unable to do the same. After counting a thousand sheep in vain (the last one caught its leg in the fence, tripped over and met with a gruesome fate), he decided to take a little walk around the school.
Picking up his torchlight, Lucas crept out of the room as carefully as he could. There was a loud yell as he stepped on someone's face, but other than that, all was silent.
The corridor outside the band rooms was unusually quiet. Not a sound was heard with the exception of Lucas' footsteps as he paced the corridor, trying to get rid of his insomnia and enjoying the cool night air.
Suddenly, he was hit with the crazy idea of getting his instrument out to play. Maybe he could play in the toilet and scare off any nighttime toilet goers...
Grinning, Lucas walked to the room that held the instruments. The door, surprisingly, was unlocked, and he walked in. Finding his way to the cupboard via torchlight, Lucas assembled his saxophone and stuck a reed in. He was about to play, when a voice shattered the silence of the room.
Wake up.
Startled, whipped around, expecting to see somebody there. All he saw was the band major lying on the ground.
He would have laughed, had not the mysterious voice repeated itself.
WAKE UP!
Lucas jumped, dropping his torch, which went off. Before him, the band major awoke.
"Wha... what... who are you? Where are you?" For the first time in history, Lucas thought he detected more than a slight tremble in the band major's voice.
I am The Reed. Prepare to die!
Now, Lucas could see an oboe reed standing atop the windowsill. Somehow, it seemed to give off a light of its own which illuminated its surroundings as well as itself.
It had not seen him yet.
"W... who are you?" the band major repeated. He was then struck with sudden inspiration. "Martyn, I'm warning you, if this is another of your tricks..."
Martyn is asleep. Soon, he'll be dead. And so will you.
Lucas could only watch in horror as The Reed did a spectacular leap from the window straight at the band major's throat, the latter screaming for all he was worth.
"AAAAAAAH!"
DIE, HUMAN SCUM!
"AAAAAAAH!"
And then... there was silence. The band major was history.
Slowly, The Reed seemed to turn and face Lucas.
So. You have seen.
The boy started hyperventilating.
"W... what d'you want?"
To kill you, of course. And when I'm done, the rest of the band. And more bands. And soon, the whole world would be free of humans. My master would be so proud of me. But not for long. I will kill him too... and then I, The Reed, shall rule supreme. MUAHAHAHAHA!
Lucas clutched on to his saxophone, rooted to the spot in fear.
Prepare to die.
He saw The Reed do the same flying leap at him that he had seen it do to the band major.
He had no time to think.
He was going to die.
Panicking, with his eyes shut, Lucas struck out with the only thing he held... his instrument... he thought he heard the sound of something hitting it... he was going to die...
Nothing happened.
Slowly, Lucas opened his eyes.
The Reed was lying at his feet, unmoving.
And he knew.
This was Martyn and the others had been talking about. The Reed. They had been trying to destroy it, prevent it from accomplishing whatever mission it wanted to accomplish.
And The Reed had tried to kill him.
TO BE CONTINUED. Please review! ^_^ Seven reviews before I continue.
Quiz of the day: Which movie did the following theme come from, and what is its title? Figure out the rhythm yourself, and include your answer in the review.
D' C' C' C' D' ; G' A' Bflat' A' G' F' F' A' G' ; F' E' ; D' C' C' C' D'.
Analia: I forgot to reply to one of your many reviews..... so, anyway, I'm NOT in your band. Ian is my cousin's name and there's no one named Ian or David in my band. Just so you know.
Silverg3r: Uh, binary fission IS in bio... My brother's flute is an open- hole Yamaha one, don't know which model. He hid it somewhere. For some reason he thinks I have SARS. I DON'T.
Sarai: Thanks for reviewing!
Imjustanaltosaxplayer: FINE, so I'm 13. HEAR THAT, EVERYBODY? ^_^ I was 12 when I got the idea for The Reed. You were going to find out sooner or later anyway... What makes you think I live in the US? I don't complain about the heat enough? That's because I didn't want to give clues to where I live. *complains about the heat* *gets drenched with sudden rain*
Perc Mad Hatter: Thanks for your review...
Irish Bug: What's wrong with your computer? And what made you decide to learn oboe?? I have a BAD influence on you...