Disclaimer: I do not own U.M. ummkay. I do however own all original
characters in this story. And I'm not sure if I own the spiders though.
This is A.U. at lest I think so.
Side note1: This story takes place a few hours before chapter one, and then converges.
Side note2: I'm dedicating this chapter to my niece Justy...I love ya girl.
Chapter2: A little unwelcome.
Time: 9:25 A.M. Place: Croe's apartment 5th floor.
"Good morning peoplez!" Came the blaring voice of Croe's alarm clock. "This is DJ Love Long, and your listening to 87.5 FM., the best in the north, east, and wast, but not in the south why; who knows." "But aren't we located in the south?" Came the raspy voice of the intern in the back round. Fighting could be heard in the back as well as a few inappropriate commits. "Weeeeelllllllll, it's 9:25 and everyone knows what time it is right, Phone Scam time! Yes folks that's right, Phone Scam time, now let's see who's the loser...er I mean lucky participant today..."
"Ummm." Croe shifted in his bed, "not just yet." Croe, less then gracefully, hit the snooze button on clock radio with a hard 'bam'. He didn't want to wake up; he was having such an interesting dream. "Mmmm...Kevin and...pudding...?" The sun crept gently in to Croe's room, through an open window, and invaded his eyes. Moaning his protest, Croe pulled the blankets over him, and buried his face firmly in his pillow.
Croe didn't seem to notice his little visitor watching over him. The sun continued it's assault on Croe in attempts to wake him up as though it was trying to say "wake up dumb ass, you got company."
Croe was still exhausted from yesterday. Exhausted from what, well he wasn't very sure. Maybe it had to do with that 20 mile run or maybe the fact he had been playing the tequila game by himself. 'Clink' "...?"
' Clink...clink,clink...clink.' A somewhat metallic sound was echoing about Croe's room. 'Clink, clink...clink, clink.' "Damn...radio...clock..." Croe mumbled groggily. He slowly reached over; his hands stumbled a bit upon his nightstand, looking for his radio clock. Croe hit the snooze once more, but the strange metal sound continued.
'Clink, clink...clink, clink.' Croe pushed himself up off the bed a little, resting on his right elbow, and wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Ah" Croe had to cover his eyes for the sun maintained it's powerful beaming through the bed room window. Croe looked to his radio clock "9:42...better get up and see what Kevin's up to." Croe had been thinking about Kevin more and more lately. Croe had immediately began to notice Kevin's distant demeanor, more distant then usual, over the last couple of weeks.
Croe felt terrible leaving Kevin like that, but he really didn't leave Kevin in a way. It wasn't until Croe moved out that Kevin began to distance himself more from others; lost in thought. Croe was still within driving distance from where Kevin lived. Well after the Chojin Cup Croe moved out of the apartment he and Kevin shared. The Chojin Cup was over; Kevin didn't need Croe any more...or did he? Croe did have thoughts of moving back in with Kevin, but quickly waived such a notion. Croe felt like Kevin didn't need him; that what Kevin needed was to hangout with people his own age, to be free.
But now Croe was beginning to question these old thoughts. Kevin was looking so depressed, so...alone. And Kevin seemed to be in the mood to travel, which meant something was really wrong, or even leave his apartment. This meant that Croe would have to every once in a while check- up on Kevin. 'Maybe I shouldn't have moved, but if I stood would things be any different? Or maybe it was lack of productive creativity' Croe laid back in bed and ran his fingers through his luxurious dark brown hair, returning back to his thoughts. 'It's been over 2 mouths since anything eventful has happened, Kevin's probably just bored out of his mind.' This was more of a question then a statement. 'But whatever the reason; it was eating away at Kevin's mind and soul.'
A rancid odor and continuous clatter of metallic 'clinking' broke Croe out of his thoughts. It sounded like something metal was scraping against Croe's hard tile floors. "Hello?" The 'clinking sound stopped once more. Croe took a quick glance around the room, nothing or so he thought. "Kevin..." Hoping it was Kevin wondering about his apartment, not some intruder. Croe had given Kevin a spare key to his place case Kevin needed something. Wondering if he was hearing things, Croe called out again to confirm the notion. "Hello...is someone there?" Certainly Croe wasn't imagining the smell which now hung in the air like death.
Again there was no answer. The metallic sound returned; this time sounding close as if it was...was right in front of him. Croe inched toward the far side of the bed. There came a sudden tugging at Croe's bed sheets. Croe shot strait up in his bed; he wasn't alone, something was roaming about the room. Whatever it was it had a bit of a temper as it seemed, because it was now pulling violently at Croe's sheets. Croe broke out in an all out tug-o- war with his invisible assailant.
"Ugh! Give it back you little...little whatever you are!" Croe was apparently losing this little battle, because before Croe knew it, he was nearly pulled fight out of the bed with one swift tug. "Dammit, just take it you bastard!" Croe cried letting go of the sheets leaving him with no form of cover, except the silver-blue boxers he was sporting. As fast as his named applied, Croe (a.k.a. Lord Flash) opened his nightstand, which was located at the right side of the bed, and felt around. Croe found what he was looking for.
Croe pulled out a 9-inch blade that he kept in case of an emergency. Holding the blade firmly; Croe crept slowly towards his invisible assailant. Nothing was there. "I'm I going crazy?" Croe muttered to himself. But the blanket whiched covered Croe moments before laid on the ground, and torn to pieces by the looks of it. And, oh, that hideous smell still floated about the air. "Keen..." Before Croe could turn around something latched on to his face. Croe's unseen visitor was no longer invisible.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" Croe managed to yelp as a robot, strangely resembling that of a large 2 foot spider attached itself to Croe's face. The real bad part was that Croe wasn't wearing his mask. Croe also managed to drop his only weapon. The robo-spider's legs burrowed deep into Croe's short, brown hair. Its arms intertwined and tangled itself; it was obvious the damn thing wasn't planing to let go of Croe any time soon.
Croe, mustering up all his strength, pulled at his arachnid assassin. Croe pried it loose, but not without pulling out a few good sized tuffs of hair in the process. Croe threw the thing to the ground as hard as he could in hopes of stunning it for a while. "Damn..." Croe spat, as quickly as chojinly possible, Croe retrieved his blade. Croe was ready to decapitate that S.O.B. Looking towards the spot were the spider rested previously, Croe noticed it was gone. Feeling movement from behind, Croe turned around. Croe's scarlet, gleaming; lively eyes met that of equally red; only cold, dull, and lifeless ones...all eight of them.
It readied it self, lunging at Croe, the beast readied for the kill. Croe was equally ready and jabbed his blade forward. The blade found it's mark; passing fight threw the beast, creating a reverberating metal crunching sound and a small screech from the critter. Twitching, the robotic spider began spewing out various sickening, foul smelling liquids. Croe was covered with the stuff in the process, black goo dripping from Croe's hair and pants. Croe was breathing hard; he had just crated a huge mess, black gunk everywhere. The spider based beast still clung to the blade in Croe's hand; letting go it hit the ground with a 'splink' sound.
Croe never needed a shower more in his life. Croe glanced at the clock; 10:00am. 'Today is going to be one of those days' Preparing to jump in to the shower, the phone rang. The sudden warning caused Croe to jump a little; "damn" Croe was still a bit jumpy form the recent activity. Picking up the phone, Croe hoping it was Kevin and that non of this was happening to him, "Hello..."
"Hello" came a familiar British accent, but not that of Kevin Mask. This voice sounded more aged, and raspier. "Is this lord Flash, Kevin's trainer?" "Yes, that would be me" "I...um...er, uh is Kevin there?" "No" Croe was getting agitated, he needed a shower, and the smell wasn't getting any better neither. Besides, practically everyone knew that Croe moved out of Kevin's place, seeing as the media had nothing better to report that day. "Well then...can I leave a message?" Taking in deep relaxing breaths, which weren't so relaxing on a count that Croe's apartment reeked, Croe muttered "I'm sorry but if you didn't know Kevin and I no longer Live together. Just call his cell." The man on the other line merly sighed. "I did, but all I got was static. I have no other way of reching him in time." "What do you mean in time?" "Can you please just give him this message, that his father Robin Mask is planning to visit Earth today, and..." "What!" All attempts to calm him failed as Croe realized what was coming next. "He would like it if he could have some time to spend with his son. His transport will arrive at 2:15PM today near the new I.W.F. arena. His compliance would be greatly appreciated." With that said the man on the other line hung up as though in a big hurry.
"Oh perfect just perfect when I thought this day couldn't get any worse" Croe thought out loud. First the spider/robot/assassin and know this, what else could go wrong. Croe needed to sit down, but dare not to for he was still covered with goo. Instead Croe leaned against the doorframe in his room. Croe didn't needed this and Kevin certainly didn't need this. "Kevin..." Croe was mad before now he was just plain pissed. 'Robin Mask sure knows when to pick a time to try and get back in Kevin's life. Kevin was already a hair away from a mental brake down; this might just push him over the edge. 'But...'
'No this probably wouldn't be good for Kevin...but it might have some good effects. What? Who knows, The biggest problem was going to connive Kevin in to seeing his father. I'll worry about that later, I should meet with Kevin to see how he's doing first.' Croe quickly called Kevin, who seemed quite happy with the call, said something about some 'important info' and to meet him near the I.W.F. arena at 12:00P.M. (Making sure not to mention Robin's visit) All Croe had to do now was take his much-needed shower.
The shower defiantly lifted Croe's mood. While drying himself off a familiar 'clinking' sound returned. Croe quickly recognized the sound. "Oh SHIT..." Slowly walking towards the bathroom door, Croe peered out. "OH HELL NO!" Not one, but a dozen of those spider-like metallic bodied monsters were roaming about his apartment. Croe had to make a run for the bedroom, on the count of three Croe mad a run to his room, which was only right across from the bathroom, and dived. Slamming the door behind him, Croe got dressed as quickly and quietly as possible. Grabbing the only what was needed: wallet, cell phone (though Croe had no idea how to program it), his knife; which was still implanted within the body of the first unwelcome visitor, and keys (like he was really going to come back. Putting everything in to his pocket, Croe heard noises being emitted from the kitchen. Thinking it was though metal fiends; Croe ignored the sounds, until he heard screaming.
Fearing the worst, Croe opened the bedroom door a bit. Croe nearly passed out at the sight. Their were not 12 not 16, but 40 fucking' metal monsters running a muck. Not only that, but they seemed to be fighting one another. The place looked like a battle royal; the robo arachnids were decapitating, and malling one another. But they weren't all the same Croe noticed that some metal spiders had claws and others hooked front legs. Croe didn't care he wanted out, out of this nightmare. Seeing an opening, Croe was going to leave this place behind, but not before glancing at the corpse of the bug that nearly smothered him. 'Claws...'
Then it hit Croe like a ton of brick...he wasn't wearing his mask. Croe couldn't leave without it; Croe would certainly not come back any time soon. It wasn't in the room Croe knew for sure, then that meant it was...out in the leaving room somewhere. Looking out the door once more, Croe didn't expect to see one of those spider bastards with that which he was looking for. Croe's mask laid in the clutches of one of the Clawed bots. Not only that, but the damn thing managed to place the mask dangerously close to Croe's Big Blend Mixer 2000. The little S.O.B. was going to purée the mask; it seemed to be enjoying itself to, because it started to make sounds like laughing. "keeen, keeen."
"NOOOOOO!" Croe accidentally yelled out loud, loud enough to catch the little bots attention. Realizing it was spotted the little fiend started to drop the mask. The next moment the bot hold the mask was sliced down the middle by one of the other Hooked arachnid. It grabbed the mask, looked directly at Croe, and tossed it to him. Croe was stunned for only a moment, not wanting to take the time to figure out what was going on, donned his mask, and broke for the door; nearly being jumped again by one of the robo arachnids in the process.
'Eyes began to hold close watch'
Thanking a higher power for the escape Croe ran to the stairs; not wanting to wait for the slow ass elevator, or run in to anymore of his little metal friends. Running down the stairs as fast as his feet could carry, Croe hadn't noticed the single claw that laid strategically in his way. But now he did, falling 4 stories down the stairs with a loud 'thud'. Croe pushed himself up and headed for the exit, ignoring the pain in his back and right leg. 'Well at least it was faster then the damn elevator' Croe told himself. Reaching in to his pocket Croe pulled out his cell; 12:35, 'damn he was late'.
'Could this day get any worse!' Croe shouted mentally. Croe should have learned his lesson. Heading towards the double doors which lead to the outside world, to freedom...
'Eyes held close watch'
"Sir..." Came a voice from behind. Croe spun a round, frustration and anger burning in his eyes. Croe's voice wild with emotions, and not Croe's usual calm and placid one. "WHAT!"
Croe's eyes only met with that of a barrel of a Pulser Rifle.
Authors notes: Oh no what's going to happen? Is Croe done for? What will happen to Kevin and Jacqueline? What will become of Robin mask? Will I ever do my homework...nah. Next chapter should have more info about Gallose and his relationship with Kevin. But let's see what happens... I would also like to thank everyone who reviewed my first chapter. Thanks guys!
Flamemane: Yay chapter 2 is done! Croe: Wait! What about me? Kevin: What about you. *Baring many Band-Aids and cast due to the tug-o-war game last chapter* Croe: I gonna die! Kevin: That's not possible...is it? Flamemane... Flamemane: Muahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha *Is hit upside the head with a stale popcorn ball and falls to the ground with a hard thud. * Croe: Why did you do that Kevin! Kevin: * smiles maniacally and shrugs shoulders* Whanna go out for a few drinks. Croe: Sure. Croe&Kevin: *leave Flamemane, still passed out, on the floor and head out to the closes bar* Flamemane: X_X;
Side note1: This story takes place a few hours before chapter one, and then converges.
Side note2: I'm dedicating this chapter to my niece Justy...I love ya girl.
Chapter2: A little unwelcome.
Time: 9:25 A.M. Place: Croe's apartment 5th floor.
"Good morning peoplez!" Came the blaring voice of Croe's alarm clock. "This is DJ Love Long, and your listening to 87.5 FM., the best in the north, east, and wast, but not in the south why; who knows." "But aren't we located in the south?" Came the raspy voice of the intern in the back round. Fighting could be heard in the back as well as a few inappropriate commits. "Weeeeelllllllll, it's 9:25 and everyone knows what time it is right, Phone Scam time! Yes folks that's right, Phone Scam time, now let's see who's the loser...er I mean lucky participant today..."
"Ummm." Croe shifted in his bed, "not just yet." Croe, less then gracefully, hit the snooze button on clock radio with a hard 'bam'. He didn't want to wake up; he was having such an interesting dream. "Mmmm...Kevin and...pudding...?" The sun crept gently in to Croe's room, through an open window, and invaded his eyes. Moaning his protest, Croe pulled the blankets over him, and buried his face firmly in his pillow.
Croe didn't seem to notice his little visitor watching over him. The sun continued it's assault on Croe in attempts to wake him up as though it was trying to say "wake up dumb ass, you got company."
Croe was still exhausted from yesterday. Exhausted from what, well he wasn't very sure. Maybe it had to do with that 20 mile run or maybe the fact he had been playing the tequila game by himself. 'Clink' "...?"
' Clink...clink,clink...clink.' A somewhat metallic sound was echoing about Croe's room. 'Clink, clink...clink, clink.' "Damn...radio...clock..." Croe mumbled groggily. He slowly reached over; his hands stumbled a bit upon his nightstand, looking for his radio clock. Croe hit the snooze once more, but the strange metal sound continued.
'Clink, clink...clink, clink.' Croe pushed himself up off the bed a little, resting on his right elbow, and wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Ah" Croe had to cover his eyes for the sun maintained it's powerful beaming through the bed room window. Croe looked to his radio clock "9:42...better get up and see what Kevin's up to." Croe had been thinking about Kevin more and more lately. Croe had immediately began to notice Kevin's distant demeanor, more distant then usual, over the last couple of weeks.
Croe felt terrible leaving Kevin like that, but he really didn't leave Kevin in a way. It wasn't until Croe moved out that Kevin began to distance himself more from others; lost in thought. Croe was still within driving distance from where Kevin lived. Well after the Chojin Cup Croe moved out of the apartment he and Kevin shared. The Chojin Cup was over; Kevin didn't need Croe any more...or did he? Croe did have thoughts of moving back in with Kevin, but quickly waived such a notion. Croe felt like Kevin didn't need him; that what Kevin needed was to hangout with people his own age, to be free.
But now Croe was beginning to question these old thoughts. Kevin was looking so depressed, so...alone. And Kevin seemed to be in the mood to travel, which meant something was really wrong, or even leave his apartment. This meant that Croe would have to every once in a while check- up on Kevin. 'Maybe I shouldn't have moved, but if I stood would things be any different? Or maybe it was lack of productive creativity' Croe laid back in bed and ran his fingers through his luxurious dark brown hair, returning back to his thoughts. 'It's been over 2 mouths since anything eventful has happened, Kevin's probably just bored out of his mind.' This was more of a question then a statement. 'But whatever the reason; it was eating away at Kevin's mind and soul.'
A rancid odor and continuous clatter of metallic 'clinking' broke Croe out of his thoughts. It sounded like something metal was scraping against Croe's hard tile floors. "Hello?" The 'clinking sound stopped once more. Croe took a quick glance around the room, nothing or so he thought. "Kevin..." Hoping it was Kevin wondering about his apartment, not some intruder. Croe had given Kevin a spare key to his place case Kevin needed something. Wondering if he was hearing things, Croe called out again to confirm the notion. "Hello...is someone there?" Certainly Croe wasn't imagining the smell which now hung in the air like death.
Again there was no answer. The metallic sound returned; this time sounding close as if it was...was right in front of him. Croe inched toward the far side of the bed. There came a sudden tugging at Croe's bed sheets. Croe shot strait up in his bed; he wasn't alone, something was roaming about the room. Whatever it was it had a bit of a temper as it seemed, because it was now pulling violently at Croe's sheets. Croe broke out in an all out tug-o- war with his invisible assailant.
"Ugh! Give it back you little...little whatever you are!" Croe was apparently losing this little battle, because before Croe knew it, he was nearly pulled fight out of the bed with one swift tug. "Dammit, just take it you bastard!" Croe cried letting go of the sheets leaving him with no form of cover, except the silver-blue boxers he was sporting. As fast as his named applied, Croe (a.k.a. Lord Flash) opened his nightstand, which was located at the right side of the bed, and felt around. Croe found what he was looking for.
Croe pulled out a 9-inch blade that he kept in case of an emergency. Holding the blade firmly; Croe crept slowly towards his invisible assailant. Nothing was there. "I'm I going crazy?" Croe muttered to himself. But the blanket whiched covered Croe moments before laid on the ground, and torn to pieces by the looks of it. And, oh, that hideous smell still floated about the air. "Keen..." Before Croe could turn around something latched on to his face. Croe's unseen visitor was no longer invisible.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" Croe managed to yelp as a robot, strangely resembling that of a large 2 foot spider attached itself to Croe's face. The real bad part was that Croe wasn't wearing his mask. Croe also managed to drop his only weapon. The robo-spider's legs burrowed deep into Croe's short, brown hair. Its arms intertwined and tangled itself; it was obvious the damn thing wasn't planing to let go of Croe any time soon.
Croe, mustering up all his strength, pulled at his arachnid assassin. Croe pried it loose, but not without pulling out a few good sized tuffs of hair in the process. Croe threw the thing to the ground as hard as he could in hopes of stunning it for a while. "Damn..." Croe spat, as quickly as chojinly possible, Croe retrieved his blade. Croe was ready to decapitate that S.O.B. Looking towards the spot were the spider rested previously, Croe noticed it was gone. Feeling movement from behind, Croe turned around. Croe's scarlet, gleaming; lively eyes met that of equally red; only cold, dull, and lifeless ones...all eight of them.
It readied it self, lunging at Croe, the beast readied for the kill. Croe was equally ready and jabbed his blade forward. The blade found it's mark; passing fight threw the beast, creating a reverberating metal crunching sound and a small screech from the critter. Twitching, the robotic spider began spewing out various sickening, foul smelling liquids. Croe was covered with the stuff in the process, black goo dripping from Croe's hair and pants. Croe was breathing hard; he had just crated a huge mess, black gunk everywhere. The spider based beast still clung to the blade in Croe's hand; letting go it hit the ground with a 'splink' sound.
Croe never needed a shower more in his life. Croe glanced at the clock; 10:00am. 'Today is going to be one of those days' Preparing to jump in to the shower, the phone rang. The sudden warning caused Croe to jump a little; "damn" Croe was still a bit jumpy form the recent activity. Picking up the phone, Croe hoping it was Kevin and that non of this was happening to him, "Hello..."
"Hello" came a familiar British accent, but not that of Kevin Mask. This voice sounded more aged, and raspier. "Is this lord Flash, Kevin's trainer?" "Yes, that would be me" "I...um...er, uh is Kevin there?" "No" Croe was getting agitated, he needed a shower, and the smell wasn't getting any better neither. Besides, practically everyone knew that Croe moved out of Kevin's place, seeing as the media had nothing better to report that day. "Well then...can I leave a message?" Taking in deep relaxing breaths, which weren't so relaxing on a count that Croe's apartment reeked, Croe muttered "I'm sorry but if you didn't know Kevin and I no longer Live together. Just call his cell." The man on the other line merly sighed. "I did, but all I got was static. I have no other way of reching him in time." "What do you mean in time?" "Can you please just give him this message, that his father Robin Mask is planning to visit Earth today, and..." "What!" All attempts to calm him failed as Croe realized what was coming next. "He would like it if he could have some time to spend with his son. His transport will arrive at 2:15PM today near the new I.W.F. arena. His compliance would be greatly appreciated." With that said the man on the other line hung up as though in a big hurry.
"Oh perfect just perfect when I thought this day couldn't get any worse" Croe thought out loud. First the spider/robot/assassin and know this, what else could go wrong. Croe needed to sit down, but dare not to for he was still covered with goo. Instead Croe leaned against the doorframe in his room. Croe didn't needed this and Kevin certainly didn't need this. "Kevin..." Croe was mad before now he was just plain pissed. 'Robin Mask sure knows when to pick a time to try and get back in Kevin's life. Kevin was already a hair away from a mental brake down; this might just push him over the edge. 'But...'
'No this probably wouldn't be good for Kevin...but it might have some good effects. What? Who knows, The biggest problem was going to connive Kevin in to seeing his father. I'll worry about that later, I should meet with Kevin to see how he's doing first.' Croe quickly called Kevin, who seemed quite happy with the call, said something about some 'important info' and to meet him near the I.W.F. arena at 12:00P.M. (Making sure not to mention Robin's visit) All Croe had to do now was take his much-needed shower.
The shower defiantly lifted Croe's mood. While drying himself off a familiar 'clinking' sound returned. Croe quickly recognized the sound. "Oh SHIT..." Slowly walking towards the bathroom door, Croe peered out. "OH HELL NO!" Not one, but a dozen of those spider-like metallic bodied monsters were roaming about his apartment. Croe had to make a run for the bedroom, on the count of three Croe mad a run to his room, which was only right across from the bathroom, and dived. Slamming the door behind him, Croe got dressed as quickly and quietly as possible. Grabbing the only what was needed: wallet, cell phone (though Croe had no idea how to program it), his knife; which was still implanted within the body of the first unwelcome visitor, and keys (like he was really going to come back. Putting everything in to his pocket, Croe heard noises being emitted from the kitchen. Thinking it was though metal fiends; Croe ignored the sounds, until he heard screaming.
Fearing the worst, Croe opened the bedroom door a bit. Croe nearly passed out at the sight. Their were not 12 not 16, but 40 fucking' metal monsters running a muck. Not only that, but they seemed to be fighting one another. The place looked like a battle royal; the robo arachnids were decapitating, and malling one another. But they weren't all the same Croe noticed that some metal spiders had claws and others hooked front legs. Croe didn't care he wanted out, out of this nightmare. Seeing an opening, Croe was going to leave this place behind, but not before glancing at the corpse of the bug that nearly smothered him. 'Claws...'
Then it hit Croe like a ton of brick...he wasn't wearing his mask. Croe couldn't leave without it; Croe would certainly not come back any time soon. It wasn't in the room Croe knew for sure, then that meant it was...out in the leaving room somewhere. Looking out the door once more, Croe didn't expect to see one of those spider bastards with that which he was looking for. Croe's mask laid in the clutches of one of the Clawed bots. Not only that, but the damn thing managed to place the mask dangerously close to Croe's Big Blend Mixer 2000. The little S.O.B. was going to purée the mask; it seemed to be enjoying itself to, because it started to make sounds like laughing. "keeen, keeen."
"NOOOOOO!" Croe accidentally yelled out loud, loud enough to catch the little bots attention. Realizing it was spotted the little fiend started to drop the mask. The next moment the bot hold the mask was sliced down the middle by one of the other Hooked arachnid. It grabbed the mask, looked directly at Croe, and tossed it to him. Croe was stunned for only a moment, not wanting to take the time to figure out what was going on, donned his mask, and broke for the door; nearly being jumped again by one of the robo arachnids in the process.
'Eyes began to hold close watch'
Thanking a higher power for the escape Croe ran to the stairs; not wanting to wait for the slow ass elevator, or run in to anymore of his little metal friends. Running down the stairs as fast as his feet could carry, Croe hadn't noticed the single claw that laid strategically in his way. But now he did, falling 4 stories down the stairs with a loud 'thud'. Croe pushed himself up and headed for the exit, ignoring the pain in his back and right leg. 'Well at least it was faster then the damn elevator' Croe told himself. Reaching in to his pocket Croe pulled out his cell; 12:35, 'damn he was late'.
'Could this day get any worse!' Croe shouted mentally. Croe should have learned his lesson. Heading towards the double doors which lead to the outside world, to freedom...
'Eyes held close watch'
"Sir..." Came a voice from behind. Croe spun a round, frustration and anger burning in his eyes. Croe's voice wild with emotions, and not Croe's usual calm and placid one. "WHAT!"
Croe's eyes only met with that of a barrel of a Pulser Rifle.
Authors notes: Oh no what's going to happen? Is Croe done for? What will happen to Kevin and Jacqueline? What will become of Robin mask? Will I ever do my homework...nah. Next chapter should have more info about Gallose and his relationship with Kevin. But let's see what happens... I would also like to thank everyone who reviewed my first chapter. Thanks guys!
Flamemane: Yay chapter 2 is done! Croe: Wait! What about me? Kevin: What about you. *Baring many Band-Aids and cast due to the tug-o-war game last chapter* Croe: I gonna die! Kevin: That's not possible...is it? Flamemane... Flamemane: Muahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha *Is hit upside the head with a stale popcorn ball and falls to the ground with a hard thud. * Croe: Why did you do that Kevin! Kevin: * smiles maniacally and shrugs shoulders* Whanna go out for a few drinks. Croe: Sure. Croe&Kevin: *leave Flamemane, still passed out, on the floor and head out to the closes bar* Flamemane: X_X;