This was a strange ficcy to write. I may come back to write a chapter
before this, but I may not.
You Got To Let Go To Hold On
Chad kicked the wall next to him; Nigel winced. He'd grow over that last few years, and still remained clean shaven. He refused to allow the image of Mr. Uno to haunt him.
"Destroying the wall will change nothing."
Nigel turned to face the speaker. "Michael, are you sure that there is no way to reverse this?"
The former delightful nodded. "Yes. And don't think I don't know how you feel. My sisters are in the same ranks as your girlfriend."
Chad stared out the window at the marching troops. His blond hair had grown out enough for him to pull it back into a pony tail. He stood just a bit taller then the others.
They had heard rumors over the internet that there was a cure to the brain washed masses, but they couldn't find any proof it existed.
As the footfalls faded, Hoagie appeared from a hidden door way.
"Anything?" Nigel asked.
The other shrugged. His one chubby form had faded, and he now was a sickly pale twig of a man. "Kuk' callen' up Quat' now."
The boys nodded and headed into the hidden room. Kuki sat at the far side at a computer, but the focus of the room was the medical spread, with one Abigail lying unconscious amidst it all. Her dark skin held reflection of the monitor lights.
From the computer screen called a voice, "Kon'nichi wa, Modemoiselle Kuki!"
It was Quatre, the French hacker. No one really knew he real name, but it didn't bother them to much. While they had all hit 25, she was still in her teens.
Kuki smiled at the face on the screen. Quatre's English was very bad, but she attempted to learn a couple words for her friends. Unfortunately, she only really spoke to the Japanese Kuki... "Bonjour, Quatre-Chan!"
"Bonjour Garçons!" She cried, waving to the others. All but Hoagie rolled their eyes, for he gave a small wave.
Nigel's question was brought up again – "Any change?"
It took a moment for the translation to get to here, but once it did, she frowned. "Rien bon."
"What's wrong?" Micheal spoke up. His once towering figure had been caught up to by the others, making so he could no longer read the screen and had to attemp translations on his own.
"Les nouvuex cochons de guinée ont été trouvés."
"Les nouvuex cochons de guinée? Oh, Guinea Pigs."
"J'en voie les caroctée maintaienant."
As she spoke, a set of blue prints appeared. "Puissant, oui, mais défectuéux."
"Faulty? How so?" Kuki asked.
"La plupart des utilisateurs obtiennent luers cerveaux frits!"
The prints showed a new system of control. A similar system was what was being used on everyone else. They took over the mind, but it caused the body to be weak. It was also what happened to Abigail. She was on machines that pumped drugs to stop the take over, but she couldn't wake up. This new system strengthened the body, but as Quatre said, fried the users brain.
In this new formed world, most of the population was under control. Nigel, Hoagie, Kuki, Abigail, Chad and Michael made up one tiny outpost. Most of the families and friends they knew -Moshi, Tommy, Lizzie, Sarah and Heather – were among the mindless.
Some did escape, but no one can find them, like Cree. Some were dead, like Ben, the youngest of the Delightfuls. And others ran away, like Joshua.
Wallabee was a mystery and everyone had a different idea of what became of him. Michael thought he was a coward like Josh. Chad though he'd been captured and was among the brain dead marchers. Nigel still believed him to be out there some where, while Haogie and Kuki accepted the fact he was dead.
Small outposts existed in the would outside, and some isolated places where never hit, but contact was rare. Quatre was their only constant contact, and as far as they knew, they were her only.
"Hé, hé! Mademoiselle Kuki! J'ai trouvé quell que chose!" the face suddenly appeared above the blue mess.
"Nani?!"
"Un appareil photo de sécurité!"
They gathered around to watch a file play.
"C'est de deux mais il y a!"
The clip played. A young man was unloading a pick up truck. He wore a grey overcoat and hat, along with bulky gloves.
"Quat, can you enlarge this?"
"Oui, oui!"
The clip zoom up on the screen. The man then drove forward and finished unloading. He then turned to the camera. He waved at it, before pulling off his hat and giving a mock bow. As he rose up, Nigel spoke again – "Quat! Pause!"
He studied the frozen frame. The young man had almost white hair, but it was still touched blond. His skin was lightly tanned, and he looked though his bowl cut with piercing green eyes.
"Quat, slow, please."
"Oui, Monsieur Nigelle!"
Michael gave off a slight snicker at the name - "Nigelle?"
The clip continued. The boy replaced his hat, and returned to his truck, driving off frame. A few bits later, and the unloaded parcels exploded.
"Cool." Hoagie whispered.
"Quat-chan? Who was that?"
"Je ne sais pas, amis quelques moisil y a, il y avait beaucoup de trombones. Ils étaient pour une récompanse sur lui."
Nigel stepped back from the screen. "Any idea of the name?"
"Non."
"Then it appears I was correct."
"Monsieur?"
"That was Wallabee Beatles."
A collective gasp went up. "Il est mon homoloque astralien?!"
"Can you do a search on him?"
"Je peut essayer."
The sceen blinked off.
"Nig' was that really Wall'bee?"
Nigel turned to Hoagie. "It would appear so."
* * * * 3 days later
"Damn boy. You have gotta find someone to help ya!" Cree tuned to the boy in the seat next to her. He was twitching uncontrollably, eyes flashing. At first glace, one would think he was a druggie coming off his high.
"I g-gotta get this t-to Ab'"
She shook her head as she drove. "I shouldva found somebody to drug you up."
"No!"
The boy stared at her with glazed green eyes, and clutched his parcel tightly.
"Easy Wallabee. I know. An' I won' stop ya."
He nodded, at least as best as he could. Cree parked a couple housed away, and the clumsily made his way to the correct safe-house.
* * * *
When the door bell rang, everyone jumped to stare at it. After all, who could possibly be using the bell?!
It rang again. Finally, Kuki went to answer it. She peeked outside, giving a tentative, "Hello?"
A voice replied, but it was to soft to make out from the other side of the room. Suddenly, Kuki screamed, and flung open the door, pouncing on the visitor.
The others rushed forward to help, but Kuki was only happily embracing the stranger.
Chad spoke up first, "Kuk'?"
The stranger started to plea with the insane woman, "Le' go?"
Kuki did, and he shoved her away. "Ya can' be touchen' mah! Ah ain' sahfe!"
He staggered away, giving them a clear view. He was shaking uncontrollably and wore tattered clothing. His hat had fallen to one side, allowing blond tuffs to escape.
Michael figured it out next, and cried out "Beatles!" to the surprise of the others.
After double a double take, they all agreed. It was Wallabee Beatles standing before them. They all piped up at once, blasting forth questions to their new found one.
Wallabee cowered away, but still held out he box. His body started to spasm.
"Stop!" Kuki yelled, pushing her way though the boys. They quieted and a shacky voice was heard from the Aussie as he spoke to Hoagie.
"Ah gah th-the stuff fah Ab'" he said as he handed the box to the geek.
"What is it Wall'bee?" he asked as he took the box from unsteady hands.
Once he relinquished the box, Wallabee's knees buckled, and he started to fall. Chad reached out to catch him, but the moment his hands touched the other, Wallabee screamed. "DON' TOUCH MEH!"
Chad let him go, and uneasily made his way a way.
Haogie aproched him. "Wall? Wall, what's wrong?"
"Ya can' be touchen' meh. Ya gotta stay 'way." He pulled at the door, but Hoagie stopped him.
"Wallabee. Look at me."
When he refused, Hoagie reached out and gripped his shoulder. The other screamed and thrashed, eyes dilating. Over his random accented threats, Hoagie tried to get through to him. Nigel and Chad stood to the side ready to help, while Michael and Kuki looked on in confusion.
"Leh go! Leh go! Leh go ah meh!"
He stared to get violent, and it took all three of the guys to restrain him. "Ya don' undahstand! Ah can' stop 'em!"
Hoagie still attempted to talk to Wallabee but he was beyond their help. He thrashed about, managing to get the others off, before running out of the building. The five ran after him, but he evaded them. Finally they slowed and gave up. Last was Kuki, who stared out over the wasteland... "Wallabee~! Please come back!!"
* * * * 1 hour later
Hoagie came running out of the hidden room. "Guys, Guys!" he cried, before rushing back in. Michael was already inside the room, and Quatre was on the PC screen. Someone else sat in front of the monitor.
Quatre greeted them each as they entered, "Kon'nichi wa, Mademoiselle Kuki! Bonjour Nigelle! Allô Monsieur Shad! Hé Monsieur Michel! Salut encore Hojé!"
They each gave a confused hello back, except Hoagie who grinned happily. "Quat and me found out what Wall' gave us. It's a neutralizer for the brain."
The chair turned, and Kuki gave off her second happy scream of the day, before glomping the new person.
"Kuk's! Kuk's! Ab's can' Breathe!"
* * * *
Cree sat in her truck, pondering. Wallabee was restrained next to her, but she'd already sedated him. She could tell by the look in him eyes that he was loosing his battle. His little visit had pushed him to far, and she feared that he wouldn't be able to pull himself back this time. But what could she do?
In all honesty, she should kill him. She should put him out of his misery.
She could let him keep fighting it until he eventually did loose, and then kill him.
She rested her head on one hand. Everything she thought of resulted in his death. There was no cure, and she wouldn't, couldn't let him live once his mind was dead. If the crazy ass' who'd done this to him found out it was a success, they'd do it to everyone left.
He truck beeped, signaling someone was about. Cree turned on the scanners and gasped as the identity was revealed. She felt little happy tears fall, and she smiled at the drugged companion.
"You lil' punk. You finally found away ta save Abby."
* * * *
Abigail and Kuki walked outside a bit, Kuki relating the past happenings. Back in the safe-house, the guys (plus Quatre) worked on modifying the gadget to a larger scale.
Kuki had already finished her story, but Abigail wasn't quiet satisfied with all her explications.
"Kuk's? 'Ow lon' was Ah Out?"
Kuki smiled sadly. "Just over 23 months."
"Are weh all d'ats left?"
Another nod from the oriental woman, but in the back of her mind, alitle voise was screaming, Liar!
"Wha' 'bout Wally d'en?"
"He just vanished."
* * * *One night next week
"Pourquoi avez-vous menti à elle?"
"Je n'ai pas voulu qu'elle ait siu."
Quatre smiled at the distraught girl, "Tu l'aimes toujours, ne faire pas tu." Kuki nodded, "Ouais."
"Tu devres le traiter un jour."
"Oauis."
The door opened behind her and Kuki turned to grin at Abigail. Since she wasn't translation using the computer, she had nothing to hide.
"Oh, hey. Sorry ta interrupt, but I jus' want'd ta hang."
"No problem, Abby!" Hey, Abby, this is Quatre. Quat, this is Abigail."
"quatre, huh. Ain' that four in Franch?"
"Oui, Mademoiselle Abigail."
"Well, d'en, Bonjour à vous!"
Quatre gave off a high pitched squeal. "Et elle parle français!"
"Girl, I was born in France!"
"Non!"
"Eh, Oui."
Quatre squealed again, grinning happily. She then pulled a Kuki, and started rambling on. Abigail listened patiently, smiling at the child on the computer screen.
Kuki felt her anger rise. Quatre was her friend! Not Abigail's. But before she could do anything, Nigel entered.
"Monsieur Nigelle?"
"Oh, not now. "He turned to the other girls. "He's back."
Abigail looked over, "Who?"
"Wallabee. Hoagie wants to try the machine on him."
She jumped up, "Wally's here!?"
Without answering, he turned with the gadget and left, with the girls right on his heals.
They entered the main room to find Michael and Hoagie out cold and Chad trying to get his bearings. Wallabee threw Nigel down, and sent the machine skidding across the floor. Kuku ran for it, and pulled it up.
"Abby! Grab 'in an' hol' 'im 'til I shoot!"
Abby did so, and Kuki fired.
The machine sparked before hitting Wallabee head on. Kuki was thrown backwards. Wallabee fell limp in Abigail's arms.
To Be Continued!!!!
Do you know how long it took me to type this!!!! Gah! Well, on the typing part two.
Note on French: I did not translate into english. If you really wanna know, stick tight, and I'll add it at the end of the last chapter if you want. I think it's all correct, but I didn't have my teacher check it. Quat is me, 'cause that's my name in French class since you can't make Tomeka French, and four was my fav. number. (This was three years ago)
Elle means girl in french. And to pronounce the last consonant, you have to end the word in a vowel. So it was either Nige or Nigelle. The first would be for a boy, the second for a girl. Personally, I would still call Nigel a girl.
I also heard Abby might have been born in France. Don't know what the official word is though.
You Got To Let Go To Hold On
Chad kicked the wall next to him; Nigel winced. He'd grow over that last few years, and still remained clean shaven. He refused to allow the image of Mr. Uno to haunt him.
"Destroying the wall will change nothing."
Nigel turned to face the speaker. "Michael, are you sure that there is no way to reverse this?"
The former delightful nodded. "Yes. And don't think I don't know how you feel. My sisters are in the same ranks as your girlfriend."
Chad stared out the window at the marching troops. His blond hair had grown out enough for him to pull it back into a pony tail. He stood just a bit taller then the others.
They had heard rumors over the internet that there was a cure to the brain washed masses, but they couldn't find any proof it existed.
As the footfalls faded, Hoagie appeared from a hidden door way.
"Anything?" Nigel asked.
The other shrugged. His one chubby form had faded, and he now was a sickly pale twig of a man. "Kuk' callen' up Quat' now."
The boys nodded and headed into the hidden room. Kuki sat at the far side at a computer, but the focus of the room was the medical spread, with one Abigail lying unconscious amidst it all. Her dark skin held reflection of the monitor lights.
From the computer screen called a voice, "Kon'nichi wa, Modemoiselle Kuki!"
It was Quatre, the French hacker. No one really knew he real name, but it didn't bother them to much. While they had all hit 25, she was still in her teens.
Kuki smiled at the face on the screen. Quatre's English was very bad, but she attempted to learn a couple words for her friends. Unfortunately, she only really spoke to the Japanese Kuki... "Bonjour, Quatre-Chan!"
"Bonjour Garçons!" She cried, waving to the others. All but Hoagie rolled their eyes, for he gave a small wave.
Nigel's question was brought up again – "Any change?"
It took a moment for the translation to get to here, but once it did, she frowned. "Rien bon."
"What's wrong?" Micheal spoke up. His once towering figure had been caught up to by the others, making so he could no longer read the screen and had to attemp translations on his own.
"Les nouvuex cochons de guinée ont été trouvés."
"Les nouvuex cochons de guinée? Oh, Guinea Pigs."
"J'en voie les caroctée maintaienant."
As she spoke, a set of blue prints appeared. "Puissant, oui, mais défectuéux."
"Faulty? How so?" Kuki asked.
"La plupart des utilisateurs obtiennent luers cerveaux frits!"
The prints showed a new system of control. A similar system was what was being used on everyone else. They took over the mind, but it caused the body to be weak. It was also what happened to Abigail. She was on machines that pumped drugs to stop the take over, but she couldn't wake up. This new system strengthened the body, but as Quatre said, fried the users brain.
In this new formed world, most of the population was under control. Nigel, Hoagie, Kuki, Abigail, Chad and Michael made up one tiny outpost. Most of the families and friends they knew -Moshi, Tommy, Lizzie, Sarah and Heather – were among the mindless.
Some did escape, but no one can find them, like Cree. Some were dead, like Ben, the youngest of the Delightfuls. And others ran away, like Joshua.
Wallabee was a mystery and everyone had a different idea of what became of him. Michael thought he was a coward like Josh. Chad though he'd been captured and was among the brain dead marchers. Nigel still believed him to be out there some where, while Haogie and Kuki accepted the fact he was dead.
Small outposts existed in the would outside, and some isolated places where never hit, but contact was rare. Quatre was their only constant contact, and as far as they knew, they were her only.
"Hé, hé! Mademoiselle Kuki! J'ai trouvé quell que chose!" the face suddenly appeared above the blue mess.
"Nani?!"
"Un appareil photo de sécurité!"
They gathered around to watch a file play.
"C'est de deux mais il y a!"
The clip played. A young man was unloading a pick up truck. He wore a grey overcoat and hat, along with bulky gloves.
"Quat, can you enlarge this?"
"Oui, oui!"
The clip zoom up on the screen. The man then drove forward and finished unloading. He then turned to the camera. He waved at it, before pulling off his hat and giving a mock bow. As he rose up, Nigel spoke again – "Quat! Pause!"
He studied the frozen frame. The young man had almost white hair, but it was still touched blond. His skin was lightly tanned, and he looked though his bowl cut with piercing green eyes.
"Quat, slow, please."
"Oui, Monsieur Nigelle!"
Michael gave off a slight snicker at the name - "Nigelle?"
The clip continued. The boy replaced his hat, and returned to his truck, driving off frame. A few bits later, and the unloaded parcels exploded.
"Cool." Hoagie whispered.
"Quat-chan? Who was that?"
"Je ne sais pas, amis quelques moisil y a, il y avait beaucoup de trombones. Ils étaient pour une récompanse sur lui."
Nigel stepped back from the screen. "Any idea of the name?"
"Non."
"Then it appears I was correct."
"Monsieur?"
"That was Wallabee Beatles."
A collective gasp went up. "Il est mon homoloque astralien?!"
"Can you do a search on him?"
"Je peut essayer."
The sceen blinked off.
"Nig' was that really Wall'bee?"
Nigel turned to Hoagie. "It would appear so."
* * * * 3 days later
"Damn boy. You have gotta find someone to help ya!" Cree tuned to the boy in the seat next to her. He was twitching uncontrollably, eyes flashing. At first glace, one would think he was a druggie coming off his high.
"I g-gotta get this t-to Ab'"
She shook her head as she drove. "I shouldva found somebody to drug you up."
"No!"
The boy stared at her with glazed green eyes, and clutched his parcel tightly.
"Easy Wallabee. I know. An' I won' stop ya."
He nodded, at least as best as he could. Cree parked a couple housed away, and the clumsily made his way to the correct safe-house.
* * * *
When the door bell rang, everyone jumped to stare at it. After all, who could possibly be using the bell?!
It rang again. Finally, Kuki went to answer it. She peeked outside, giving a tentative, "Hello?"
A voice replied, but it was to soft to make out from the other side of the room. Suddenly, Kuki screamed, and flung open the door, pouncing on the visitor.
The others rushed forward to help, but Kuki was only happily embracing the stranger.
Chad spoke up first, "Kuk'?"
The stranger started to plea with the insane woman, "Le' go?"
Kuki did, and he shoved her away. "Ya can' be touchen' mah! Ah ain' sahfe!"
He staggered away, giving them a clear view. He was shaking uncontrollably and wore tattered clothing. His hat had fallen to one side, allowing blond tuffs to escape.
Michael figured it out next, and cried out "Beatles!" to the surprise of the others.
After double a double take, they all agreed. It was Wallabee Beatles standing before them. They all piped up at once, blasting forth questions to their new found one.
Wallabee cowered away, but still held out he box. His body started to spasm.
"Stop!" Kuki yelled, pushing her way though the boys. They quieted and a shacky voice was heard from the Aussie as he spoke to Hoagie.
"Ah gah th-the stuff fah Ab'" he said as he handed the box to the geek.
"What is it Wall'bee?" he asked as he took the box from unsteady hands.
Once he relinquished the box, Wallabee's knees buckled, and he started to fall. Chad reached out to catch him, but the moment his hands touched the other, Wallabee screamed. "DON' TOUCH MEH!"
Chad let him go, and uneasily made his way a way.
Haogie aproched him. "Wall? Wall, what's wrong?"
"Ya can' be touchen' meh. Ya gotta stay 'way." He pulled at the door, but Hoagie stopped him.
"Wallabee. Look at me."
When he refused, Hoagie reached out and gripped his shoulder. The other screamed and thrashed, eyes dilating. Over his random accented threats, Hoagie tried to get through to him. Nigel and Chad stood to the side ready to help, while Michael and Kuki looked on in confusion.
"Leh go! Leh go! Leh go ah meh!"
He stared to get violent, and it took all three of the guys to restrain him. "Ya don' undahstand! Ah can' stop 'em!"
Hoagie still attempted to talk to Wallabee but he was beyond their help. He thrashed about, managing to get the others off, before running out of the building. The five ran after him, but he evaded them. Finally they slowed and gave up. Last was Kuki, who stared out over the wasteland... "Wallabee~! Please come back!!"
* * * * 1 hour later
Hoagie came running out of the hidden room. "Guys, Guys!" he cried, before rushing back in. Michael was already inside the room, and Quatre was on the PC screen. Someone else sat in front of the monitor.
Quatre greeted them each as they entered, "Kon'nichi wa, Mademoiselle Kuki! Bonjour Nigelle! Allô Monsieur Shad! Hé Monsieur Michel! Salut encore Hojé!"
They each gave a confused hello back, except Hoagie who grinned happily. "Quat and me found out what Wall' gave us. It's a neutralizer for the brain."
The chair turned, and Kuki gave off her second happy scream of the day, before glomping the new person.
"Kuk's! Kuk's! Ab's can' Breathe!"
* * * *
Cree sat in her truck, pondering. Wallabee was restrained next to her, but she'd already sedated him. She could tell by the look in him eyes that he was loosing his battle. His little visit had pushed him to far, and she feared that he wouldn't be able to pull himself back this time. But what could she do?
In all honesty, she should kill him. She should put him out of his misery.
She could let him keep fighting it until he eventually did loose, and then kill him.
She rested her head on one hand. Everything she thought of resulted in his death. There was no cure, and she wouldn't, couldn't let him live once his mind was dead. If the crazy ass' who'd done this to him found out it was a success, they'd do it to everyone left.
He truck beeped, signaling someone was about. Cree turned on the scanners and gasped as the identity was revealed. She felt little happy tears fall, and she smiled at the drugged companion.
"You lil' punk. You finally found away ta save Abby."
* * * *
Abigail and Kuki walked outside a bit, Kuki relating the past happenings. Back in the safe-house, the guys (plus Quatre) worked on modifying the gadget to a larger scale.
Kuki had already finished her story, but Abigail wasn't quiet satisfied with all her explications.
"Kuk's? 'Ow lon' was Ah Out?"
Kuki smiled sadly. "Just over 23 months."
"Are weh all d'ats left?"
Another nod from the oriental woman, but in the back of her mind, alitle voise was screaming, Liar!
"Wha' 'bout Wally d'en?"
"He just vanished."
* * * *One night next week
"Pourquoi avez-vous menti à elle?"
"Je n'ai pas voulu qu'elle ait siu."
Quatre smiled at the distraught girl, "Tu l'aimes toujours, ne faire pas tu." Kuki nodded, "Ouais."
"Tu devres le traiter un jour."
"Oauis."
The door opened behind her and Kuki turned to grin at Abigail. Since she wasn't translation using the computer, she had nothing to hide.
"Oh, hey. Sorry ta interrupt, but I jus' want'd ta hang."
"No problem, Abby!" Hey, Abby, this is Quatre. Quat, this is Abigail."
"quatre, huh. Ain' that four in Franch?"
"Oui, Mademoiselle Abigail."
"Well, d'en, Bonjour à vous!"
Quatre gave off a high pitched squeal. "Et elle parle français!"
"Girl, I was born in France!"
"Non!"
"Eh, Oui."
Quatre squealed again, grinning happily. She then pulled a Kuki, and started rambling on. Abigail listened patiently, smiling at the child on the computer screen.
Kuki felt her anger rise. Quatre was her friend! Not Abigail's. But before she could do anything, Nigel entered.
"Monsieur Nigelle?"
"Oh, not now. "He turned to the other girls. "He's back."
Abigail looked over, "Who?"
"Wallabee. Hoagie wants to try the machine on him."
She jumped up, "Wally's here!?"
Without answering, he turned with the gadget and left, with the girls right on his heals.
They entered the main room to find Michael and Hoagie out cold and Chad trying to get his bearings. Wallabee threw Nigel down, and sent the machine skidding across the floor. Kuku ran for it, and pulled it up.
"Abby! Grab 'in an' hol' 'im 'til I shoot!"
Abby did so, and Kuki fired.
The machine sparked before hitting Wallabee head on. Kuki was thrown backwards. Wallabee fell limp in Abigail's arms.
To Be Continued!!!!
Do you know how long it took me to type this!!!! Gah! Well, on the typing part two.
Note on French: I did not translate into english. If you really wanna know, stick tight, and I'll add it at the end of the last chapter if you want. I think it's all correct, but I didn't have my teacher check it. Quat is me, 'cause that's my name in French class since you can't make Tomeka French, and four was my fav. number. (This was three years ago)
Elle means girl in french. And to pronounce the last consonant, you have to end the word in a vowel. So it was either Nige or Nigelle. The first would be for a boy, the second for a girl. Personally, I would still call Nigel a girl.
I also heard Abby might have been born in France. Don't know what the official word is though.