Flamemane: Well people...I'm back. Since the popcorn incident last chapter I
was out of commission for a while. Bet you were all happy right...right! So
I'm back with the 3rd chapter of this story. So booya, ya you heard me I
said booya!
Kevin: Flamemane your insane...
Croe: Tell us something new...
Flamemane: .<...THAT'S IT! I'M LEAVING! YOU...YOU STUPID A-HOLES! Storms out of the room.
Kevin: Damn...Well I guess we have to do the disclaimer.
Croe: Oh let me do it!
Kevin: Sure, be my guest. =}
Croe: OK. Flamemane does not own U. M., nor much for that matter, so don't sue. Believe me, Flamemane is flat broke, you won't get a dime from 'im.
Kevin&Croe: Now on to the story!
Side notes: Beware the popcorn!
Chapter 3: Rivalry
Head Quarters 1: "Boss, we've completed mission one and are prepared to carry out mission two. As we speak our spies have located our sub and main target. But I regretfully say that our plans did not go off without a hitch. There was a problem, but nothing we couldn't handle." The voice of the secound-in- command was a bit shaky when stating the last part of his sentence. Waiting for the Boss to roar his frustration, the Boss mearly spoke in a quite calm and placid matter; no anger detected in his voice. "...What of this...this problem. Also what of the Commander, the private, and the Air-Acks?" A voice shrouded in the darkness of the shadows asked. The Boss was not pleased to hear about a problem with his plans, but made an attempt not to show it. Jackel was shivering a little, he knew his Boss was really mad when he did not yell. Jackel knew first hand his Boss's temper, his rage. Jackel had experienced it first hand many an occasion. Shakily Jackel answered, "are Air-Acks ran in to a few Cicadas." Jackel readied himself for a beating. The Boss looked to Jackel and grinds his metal claws together creating an irritating reverberating sound. The Boss was not pleased at all. "Mear flesh."
Head quarters 2: "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I can't believe you losers have failed me, again. The Master will not be pleased that you two have failed." The voice of the now panicking 2nd-in-command rang throughout the hidden base. "We are so screwed. If you we're to look up the word screwed in the dictionary you'd find a picture of us right smack dab in the middle." "Dude, what do you mean 'we' failed 'you'? You did nothing but sit on your butt all day so you failed also, so in your face. Anyway, Zeara, the Master doesn't need to know that we failed; no one has to know. So calm your big ass down." Spoke one of members of the threesome that where in the room; wearing silver-green armor. "The Master doesn't need to know, so it's all good. Just send out more Cicadas." "I think it's to late for that..." A new voice stated, the voice of the last of the threesome who was wearing grey-blue armor. sigh "The Master knows...he's pissed." "What kind of pissed Felix...?" Asked Zeara in a high squeaky voice, she was terrified. "A DMX and Eminem mad, R-Kelly mad, or full violent, rampage, Imma-gonna-kill-someone mad?"
The three of them listened, the sound of music and heavy swearing fills the air. "...DMX." "Well, we're screwed so...let's just make the best of what few hours we have left. Pop in that How High vid and bust out the beer bong." Stated Matt, the boy in the silver-green armor, how was quite humored by the situation. "No fuckin' way! There's no way in hell I getting reprogrammed because you dumb asses didn't know what the fuck you were doing. You're going to Earth to salvage what you can of our last mission. You will not allow the others to complete their missions." "What! You go!" The two men stated in union. Matt and Felix were not happy about the notion, but it was too late. Zeara pressed a button on her wrist collar and a vortex opened. "Good luck you guys." Grabbing Matt and Felix, who were at the time trying their best to get the hell out, by their armored collars. Zeara then tossed them into the vortex, Matt and Felix still shouting their complaints. "DevilWheels should be on Earth already. Complete your mission and meet up with him. Now hurry!" With that said the vortex closed, Matt and Felix now had no other choice but to head to Earth. Smiling to herself, Zeara plopped herself down on the nearest chair and proceeded to watch the How High video Matt had previously placed in the monitor located on the main computer. "Idiots..."
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"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.
Croe
I never expected it to end like this, not this way, gunned down by some thug. I always thought that I'd grow old and die. I guess not everyone can be that lucky. I'm standing here; now, a barrel of a Pulser Rifle pointed right in my face. Even in this predicament my mind returned to the only thing I cared for.
'Kevin.' I couldn't help but think what would happen to Kevin if I died today. I didn't care what happens to me, if I died now I wouldn't have cared, except...Kevin. I'm not afraid to die. But Kevin, he needed me. For that I'm still willing to live.
To think that today was going to be my last. The spiders were the bad Omen; the opening act to this.
I was stunned. I couldn't move, couldn't call out. I kept telling my self 'run, bolt for the door, now.' My body would not respond.
I looked at my assassin. He held no form. He was shrouded within his clothing. Sporting only a long trench coat and gloves that seemed to be attached to the Rifle, which was held to my face. My assassin's eyes were a pale blue; they shown through the hooded face like piercing beacons, what a color for a murderer.
I rested my arms at my sides, which were held up in front of me I in an attempt to protect myself. It would be useless to try to protect myself from a Pulser Rifle. At full power that gun could blow more then half my body off. I shut my eyes, clenched my hands, and lowered my head.
Then it hit me. My blade! It was in my pocket. I could feel it. 'Maybe if I work fast enough I could grab the knife from my pocket and may be able to disarm my assailant. I had to waive the notion; the trigger would be pulled before I could even put my hand in my pocket.
Then something told me compelled me to look at my executioner once more. His eyes now burned, burned so bright it could have burned a hole right through my chest. He seemed to be enjoying watching me squirm. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. I would not have given up so easily in any other situation, but something kept me from doing anything.
I heard the man cock the gun; he prepared to pull the trigger. Closing my eyes once more, only one word passed my lips...
"Kevin..." ' Wait...that smell'
The gun was cocked... The trigger was pulled...
"BANG..."
There was no sound.
After Croe
His job was almost done, walking into the elevator; the clothed man stepped in. Something moved within the confines of the mans trench coat. A small spider appeared. Placing the recently used Pulser Rifle in its holster. Reaching into his pants the man pulled out a smaller Pulser Rifle, an X3 7. Having no use for covering his form, the man removed the coat covering his exterior. The man revealed himself to be a woman, well a girl of about 16.
The girl had long white, pink tinted hair. She had cat-like ears and was wearing an all blue tank top and blue Jeans. Pushing the button for the 5th floor, the girl smiled to herself as the elevator doors closed. "Sel's gonna get a big promotion for this." Said Sel speaking in third person. "All Sel's got to do is clear out that Russians apartment of the little Air- Ack buggers. The Boss will be pleased with Sel." Sel was delighted. Sel looked to see what floor she was on. "3rd floor only...damn thing is slower then Donkea."
There was a sudden 'thunk' on top of the elevator. "The damn thing stopped. Sel doesn't need this." Sel walked over and repeatedly pressed the button for the 5th floor. The elevator did not respond. A crunching sound started to be emitted from the top of the elevator shaft. Looking up Sel saw something tearing threw the roof of the little metal box. "Who's there!"
A beast, resembling that of a Black Panther only it had wings and was completely made of metal. Its fangs resembled that of a Saber-toothed Tiger. The beasts girth was that of some sort of Bare. The cat-like beast approached Sel and stared her down. Baring it's teeth, the cat beast spoke, but not before the small metal spider Sel had attacked. "Meddling weak tin shell" With a swipe of its paw, the spider was no more. Attempting to blast away the metal cat, Sel fired her small Pulser Rifle. It hit the cat head- on but did little damage to its hard black chrome finish. "Demon..."
"Foolish female...your Boss has no hold here, you tread openly upon my Masters territory. You dare approach the target; you destroyed the Cicadas. You will be a message to the others."
A lighting quick slash to Sel's throat took her out. Sel's lifeblood splattered about smearing the walls of the elevator with blood. But the Metal cat was not done yet. Sel was still just barely alive. Taking in deep breaths, Sel's blood began to flow like a river from her wound. The black beast looked on with a semi-pleased smile on its face. "D..de...v.il..." Was all Sel could mutter.
"Traitorous wrench." Lifting it's massive paw once more, "Death Diver", the cat beast plowed through Sel's chest; the sound of ribs crunching could be heard for a distance. Feeling about, the metal beast found what it wanted, the cat removed its paw, holding firmly the vital organ still beating. This action caused more blood to spue out of Sel's now limp body; a bloody mess was all she was now.
Looking at its prize, the cat then placed the mass of tissue within it's hidden chest compartment. "Flesh is so weak...A low level such as yourself never stood a chance. You were meant to die from the beginning." A blue aurora was radiating from Sel's body and was being absorbed by the cat. Reaching over the chromed out cat pulled a bead from its shoulder and placed within Sel's bleeding opening. "A message..."
A metal 'clinking was heard. Suddenly a rather big metal arachnid peered through the hole in the elevators steel frame. It spoke to the cat. The next moment both the metal spider and the metal cat exited the elevator through the hole in the roof. The metal cat climbed 2 stories before it stopped and busted through the 2 steel doors of the elevator shaft. "5th floor, room 301, Croe's place." The beast murmured to itself. Letting it self in the cat creature found the various metal spiders roaming about. Find the right ones the metal cat proceeded to tear them all apart. It sighed. "Cleanup duty always sucks tail pipe."
Kevin
"Oh dear god I was going to go crazy' I thought to myself. This woman, Jacqueline hasn't left me alone no matter how much I ignore her. If I were to say something she'd probably never leave me alone. So far I am doing my best to keep her mindless dribble from rotting my brain. I sware, if Jacqueline was a man I would just beat the shit out of her and be done with it. But no, she was a woman and being an honorable person I couldn't touch Jacqueline. 'I really don't want to hear about your day today, yesterday, or any day for that matter' I muttered to myself mentally. All I wanted was Croe to get here and get here fast. 'Damn run you, run' I screamed to myself mentally. I looked at my watch, 12:50. Something was wronge, Croe never took this long to meet me. Actually Croe was always on time, for as long as I known him he was always the first one for everything. Croe was usually the one waiting for me.
'Eyes were watching...'
I was feeling strange, something was telling me to go, but where. An ominous feeling came over me. I suddenly felt like disappearing, vanishing. Every part of my body felt so foreign to me. My head was spinning, I felt so...so hot. 'I was I getting sick?' I asked myself. This feeling felt familiar though, as if I had experienced it before. Oh how I wished Montaro would pop up and chase this broad away. I rested my head against the metal walls of the arena. I closed my eyes, I hoped Croe would get here soon. I was glad I had my mask on so Jacqueline couldn't see my face and how much I was sweating.
'Eyes were watching'
God, why was I sweating? What was wrong me? I felt like I was no fire. My though then returned to that of Gallose. "Something's wrong" I barely whispered. Then I heard Jacqueline's voice say my name. "Wha..?" She may have snapped me out of my thoughts, but this weird sensation still lingered. "Is something the matter," Jacqueline asks. I shake my head; "It's nothing." Wrong move, I shouldn't have opened my mouth, because the next moment Jacqueline was moving closer to me.
'Eyes were watching'
"Come Kevin you can tell me" Jacqueline then placed her hand on my shoulder. My strange sensations were taking me over. When I felt Jacklines' hand I suddenly felt the urge to snap her in two. I pulled away from Jacqueline's grasp and was prepared to knock her back. It took all my will power, but I managed to stop myself in mid-swing. I wasn't the kind of person to hit a woman, no matter how annoying they may be. But at that single moment I was ready to tear right threw Jacqueline. But this wasn't me.
'Eyes were watching'
"OH GOD...what's happening to me" I told myself in a low voice, less then a whisper, so as not to catch Jacqueline's attention. The woman looked at me, kinda hurt that I pulled myself from her grip. Jacqueline wanted to say something, but I suddenly cut her off without even knowing.
'Eyes were watching.'
"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM WOMAN!" "What?!" "Shut up, I'm not done." Damn I was fuming, I mean I was ready to blow and take everyone with me. My head was pounding. I couldn't take it. I had to get out of here, but not before telling the woman off. "I don't understand you, first your all over me, then you don't want me. Then you're with Montaro, than your not. You even tried to get me disqualified during the Chojin Cup finals. I just don't understand you woman. First you want blood, gore, and violence; then you are all nit picky about the fuckin' rules. Make up your mind! Oh, wait maybe you can't do that because your families blood line is to fucked up for that kind, or any kind of brain power. Now...tell me Jacqueline, what do you have to say now?"
'Eyes were watching'
I was breathing hard, every word I said I announced at the top of my lugs. I saw Jacqueline's face; she looked pissed, shocked and something else. "Well...if you're going to be a bi." I cut her off with out a moments warning. "Just shut it!" I stormed off. First I was feeling all depressed and shit, then I was feeling sick, now...now I felt like ripping someone's head off with my bare hands. My neck and head ached, like some one just pile drived it right threw a wall.
'Eyes were watching'
I didn't understand it, but all I knew was something was wrong with Croe and me. I needed to talk to Croe. I could have called him, but I needed to speak to him personally. Running as fast as I could I headed for my ride. I'll just see what's going on with Croe. I jumped on to my motorcycle, kicked up the kickstand, and started the engine. Well that was until I saw him. Racing like a bat out a hell.
'Eyes were watching.'
"CROE!"
The blood flows freely from your veins. It hurts at first but the pain dies down Watch as your life leaves your body You're so tired, sleep It will be over soon Feel the blood burn and begin to cool down You're so cold, sleep Don't be afraid You're home now...
Authors notes: Soooooo, how's the story so far. I bet everyone thought Croe was going to die right? Well he was but then I'd get evil e-mail from Croe fan's...and because Ms. Kinnikufan wanted him to live. I guess I could still fit croe into the story. Also I wasn't able to put more of the story in this chapter, like Kevin's father, and what really happened to Croe. < It should be in the next chapter hopefully...
Some people whom I like to thank, from school, for some (if not small) idea's for this story:
William: It's the Government Dude. The CPS is after us!
Wan or Jan AKA Screech: Game over man! If you're reading this, you're probably to high to understand what the hell is going on. Thank God!
Amid: Next time dude, I WILL kick you in the nuts. Get a girl!
Tania: Read this Woman. Stop the man drama.
Kevin: O.o
Croe: What?
Kevin: That poem part Flamemane wrote was...was...
Flamemane: I'm twisted aren't I... .< Well...dude, that's another chapter down the crapper.
Croe: It wasn't so bad. At lest I'm still alive. :)
Kevin: But for how long?
Croe: Wha!
Flamemane: Screw you guys I'm going home.
Kevin: You stole that from South Park...
Flamemane: Bite me, you...you something or other. I'm still mad at ya losers.
Kevin: What did we do to you this time...
Flamemane: You know what you did! Points to big red bump on head that was caused by what is to be known as the popcorn ball incident Not only that but you and Croe went to the bar and didn't invite me. You didn't even have the decency to bring me back a drink. Not even a fregin' Margarita.
Croe: You're underage...and besides, remember when you had those jello shots last Christmas party. You nearly passed out from all the bacardi you put in the jello mix.
Flamemane: .< So...that's still no excuse, I'm gonna make someone pregnant in this fic. Namely someone who's name begins with Cr and ends with oe.
Croe: passes out
Flamemane: Don't mess with me.
Kevin: Oh I'm so scared. Holds up popcorn ball
Flamemane: Nooooooooo! Runs out of the room screaming like a mad man, who now needs many years of therapy to cure fear of popcorn of any verity
Kevin: Until next time. Maybe then this fic will make some kind of sense...
Kevin: Flamemane your insane...
Croe: Tell us something new...
Flamemane: .<...THAT'S IT! I'M LEAVING! YOU...YOU STUPID A-HOLES! Storms out of the room.
Kevin: Damn...Well I guess we have to do the disclaimer.
Croe: Oh let me do it!
Kevin: Sure, be my guest. =}
Croe: OK. Flamemane does not own U. M., nor much for that matter, so don't sue. Believe me, Flamemane is flat broke, you won't get a dime from 'im.
Kevin&Croe: Now on to the story!
Side notes: Beware the popcorn!
Chapter 3: Rivalry
Head Quarters 1: "Boss, we've completed mission one and are prepared to carry out mission two. As we speak our spies have located our sub and main target. But I regretfully say that our plans did not go off without a hitch. There was a problem, but nothing we couldn't handle." The voice of the secound-in- command was a bit shaky when stating the last part of his sentence. Waiting for the Boss to roar his frustration, the Boss mearly spoke in a quite calm and placid matter; no anger detected in his voice. "...What of this...this problem. Also what of the Commander, the private, and the Air-Acks?" A voice shrouded in the darkness of the shadows asked. The Boss was not pleased to hear about a problem with his plans, but made an attempt not to show it. Jackel was shivering a little, he knew his Boss was really mad when he did not yell. Jackel knew first hand his Boss's temper, his rage. Jackel had experienced it first hand many an occasion. Shakily Jackel answered, "are Air-Acks ran in to a few Cicadas." Jackel readied himself for a beating. The Boss looked to Jackel and grinds his metal claws together creating an irritating reverberating sound. The Boss was not pleased at all. "Mear flesh."
Head quarters 2: "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I can't believe you losers have failed me, again. The Master will not be pleased that you two have failed." The voice of the now panicking 2nd-in-command rang throughout the hidden base. "We are so screwed. If you we're to look up the word screwed in the dictionary you'd find a picture of us right smack dab in the middle." "Dude, what do you mean 'we' failed 'you'? You did nothing but sit on your butt all day so you failed also, so in your face. Anyway, Zeara, the Master doesn't need to know that we failed; no one has to know. So calm your big ass down." Spoke one of members of the threesome that where in the room; wearing silver-green armor. "The Master doesn't need to know, so it's all good. Just send out more Cicadas." "I think it's to late for that..." A new voice stated, the voice of the last of the threesome who was wearing grey-blue armor. sigh "The Master knows...he's pissed." "What kind of pissed Felix...?" Asked Zeara in a high squeaky voice, she was terrified. "A DMX and Eminem mad, R-Kelly mad, or full violent, rampage, Imma-gonna-kill-someone mad?"
The three of them listened, the sound of music and heavy swearing fills the air. "...DMX." "Well, we're screwed so...let's just make the best of what few hours we have left. Pop in that How High vid and bust out the beer bong." Stated Matt, the boy in the silver-green armor, how was quite humored by the situation. "No fuckin' way! There's no way in hell I getting reprogrammed because you dumb asses didn't know what the fuck you were doing. You're going to Earth to salvage what you can of our last mission. You will not allow the others to complete their missions." "What! You go!" The two men stated in union. Matt and Felix were not happy about the notion, but it was too late. Zeara pressed a button on her wrist collar and a vortex opened. "Good luck you guys." Grabbing Matt and Felix, who were at the time trying their best to get the hell out, by their armored collars. Zeara then tossed them into the vortex, Matt and Felix still shouting their complaints. "DevilWheels should be on Earth already. Complete your mission and meet up with him. Now hurry!" With that said the vortex closed, Matt and Felix now had no other choice but to head to Earth. Smiling to herself, Zeara plopped herself down on the nearest chair and proceeded to watch the How High video Matt had previously placed in the monitor located on the main computer. "Idiots..."
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"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.
Croe
I never expected it to end like this, not this way, gunned down by some thug. I always thought that I'd grow old and die. I guess not everyone can be that lucky. I'm standing here; now, a barrel of a Pulser Rifle pointed right in my face. Even in this predicament my mind returned to the only thing I cared for.
'Kevin.' I couldn't help but think what would happen to Kevin if I died today. I didn't care what happens to me, if I died now I wouldn't have cared, except...Kevin. I'm not afraid to die. But Kevin, he needed me. For that I'm still willing to live.
To think that today was going to be my last. The spiders were the bad Omen; the opening act to this.
I was stunned. I couldn't move, couldn't call out. I kept telling my self 'run, bolt for the door, now.' My body would not respond.
I looked at my assassin. He held no form. He was shrouded within his clothing. Sporting only a long trench coat and gloves that seemed to be attached to the Rifle, which was held to my face. My assassin's eyes were a pale blue; they shown through the hooded face like piercing beacons, what a color for a murderer.
I rested my arms at my sides, which were held up in front of me I in an attempt to protect myself. It would be useless to try to protect myself from a Pulser Rifle. At full power that gun could blow more then half my body off. I shut my eyes, clenched my hands, and lowered my head.
Then it hit me. My blade! It was in my pocket. I could feel it. 'Maybe if I work fast enough I could grab the knife from my pocket and may be able to disarm my assailant. I had to waive the notion; the trigger would be pulled before I could even put my hand in my pocket.
Then something told me compelled me to look at my executioner once more. His eyes now burned, burned so bright it could have burned a hole right through my chest. He seemed to be enjoying watching me squirm. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. I would not have given up so easily in any other situation, but something kept me from doing anything.
I heard the man cock the gun; he prepared to pull the trigger. Closing my eyes once more, only one word passed my lips...
"Kevin..." ' Wait...that smell'
The gun was cocked... The trigger was pulled...
"BANG..."
There was no sound.
After Croe
His job was almost done, walking into the elevator; the clothed man stepped in. Something moved within the confines of the mans trench coat. A small spider appeared. Placing the recently used Pulser Rifle in its holster. Reaching into his pants the man pulled out a smaller Pulser Rifle, an X3 7. Having no use for covering his form, the man removed the coat covering his exterior. The man revealed himself to be a woman, well a girl of about 16.
The girl had long white, pink tinted hair. She had cat-like ears and was wearing an all blue tank top and blue Jeans. Pushing the button for the 5th floor, the girl smiled to herself as the elevator doors closed. "Sel's gonna get a big promotion for this." Said Sel speaking in third person. "All Sel's got to do is clear out that Russians apartment of the little Air- Ack buggers. The Boss will be pleased with Sel." Sel was delighted. Sel looked to see what floor she was on. "3rd floor only...damn thing is slower then Donkea."
There was a sudden 'thunk' on top of the elevator. "The damn thing stopped. Sel doesn't need this." Sel walked over and repeatedly pressed the button for the 5th floor. The elevator did not respond. A crunching sound started to be emitted from the top of the elevator shaft. Looking up Sel saw something tearing threw the roof of the little metal box. "Who's there!"
A beast, resembling that of a Black Panther only it had wings and was completely made of metal. Its fangs resembled that of a Saber-toothed Tiger. The beasts girth was that of some sort of Bare. The cat-like beast approached Sel and stared her down. Baring it's teeth, the cat beast spoke, but not before the small metal spider Sel had attacked. "Meddling weak tin shell" With a swipe of its paw, the spider was no more. Attempting to blast away the metal cat, Sel fired her small Pulser Rifle. It hit the cat head- on but did little damage to its hard black chrome finish. "Demon..."
"Foolish female...your Boss has no hold here, you tread openly upon my Masters territory. You dare approach the target; you destroyed the Cicadas. You will be a message to the others."
A lighting quick slash to Sel's throat took her out. Sel's lifeblood splattered about smearing the walls of the elevator with blood. But the Metal cat was not done yet. Sel was still just barely alive. Taking in deep breaths, Sel's blood began to flow like a river from her wound. The black beast looked on with a semi-pleased smile on its face. "D..de...v.il..." Was all Sel could mutter.
"Traitorous wrench." Lifting it's massive paw once more, "Death Diver", the cat beast plowed through Sel's chest; the sound of ribs crunching could be heard for a distance. Feeling about, the metal beast found what it wanted, the cat removed its paw, holding firmly the vital organ still beating. This action caused more blood to spue out of Sel's now limp body; a bloody mess was all she was now.
Looking at its prize, the cat then placed the mass of tissue within it's hidden chest compartment. "Flesh is so weak...A low level such as yourself never stood a chance. You were meant to die from the beginning." A blue aurora was radiating from Sel's body and was being absorbed by the cat. Reaching over the chromed out cat pulled a bead from its shoulder and placed within Sel's bleeding opening. "A message..."
A metal 'clinking was heard. Suddenly a rather big metal arachnid peered through the hole in the elevators steel frame. It spoke to the cat. The next moment both the metal spider and the metal cat exited the elevator through the hole in the roof. The metal cat climbed 2 stories before it stopped and busted through the 2 steel doors of the elevator shaft. "5th floor, room 301, Croe's place." The beast murmured to itself. Letting it self in the cat creature found the various metal spiders roaming about. Find the right ones the metal cat proceeded to tear them all apart. It sighed. "Cleanup duty always sucks tail pipe."
Kevin
"Oh dear god I was going to go crazy' I thought to myself. This woman, Jacqueline hasn't left me alone no matter how much I ignore her. If I were to say something she'd probably never leave me alone. So far I am doing my best to keep her mindless dribble from rotting my brain. I sware, if Jacqueline was a man I would just beat the shit out of her and be done with it. But no, she was a woman and being an honorable person I couldn't touch Jacqueline. 'I really don't want to hear about your day today, yesterday, or any day for that matter' I muttered to myself mentally. All I wanted was Croe to get here and get here fast. 'Damn run you, run' I screamed to myself mentally. I looked at my watch, 12:50. Something was wronge, Croe never took this long to meet me. Actually Croe was always on time, for as long as I known him he was always the first one for everything. Croe was usually the one waiting for me.
'Eyes were watching...'
I was feeling strange, something was telling me to go, but where. An ominous feeling came over me. I suddenly felt like disappearing, vanishing. Every part of my body felt so foreign to me. My head was spinning, I felt so...so hot. 'I was I getting sick?' I asked myself. This feeling felt familiar though, as if I had experienced it before. Oh how I wished Montaro would pop up and chase this broad away. I rested my head against the metal walls of the arena. I closed my eyes, I hoped Croe would get here soon. I was glad I had my mask on so Jacqueline couldn't see my face and how much I was sweating.
'Eyes were watching'
God, why was I sweating? What was wrong me? I felt like I was no fire. My though then returned to that of Gallose. "Something's wrong" I barely whispered. Then I heard Jacqueline's voice say my name. "Wha..?" She may have snapped me out of my thoughts, but this weird sensation still lingered. "Is something the matter," Jacqueline asks. I shake my head; "It's nothing." Wrong move, I shouldn't have opened my mouth, because the next moment Jacqueline was moving closer to me.
'Eyes were watching'
"Come Kevin you can tell me" Jacqueline then placed her hand on my shoulder. My strange sensations were taking me over. When I felt Jacklines' hand I suddenly felt the urge to snap her in two. I pulled away from Jacqueline's grasp and was prepared to knock her back. It took all my will power, but I managed to stop myself in mid-swing. I wasn't the kind of person to hit a woman, no matter how annoying they may be. But at that single moment I was ready to tear right threw Jacqueline. But this wasn't me.
'Eyes were watching'
"OH GOD...what's happening to me" I told myself in a low voice, less then a whisper, so as not to catch Jacqueline's attention. The woman looked at me, kinda hurt that I pulled myself from her grip. Jacqueline wanted to say something, but I suddenly cut her off without even knowing.
'Eyes were watching.'
"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM WOMAN!" "What?!" "Shut up, I'm not done." Damn I was fuming, I mean I was ready to blow and take everyone with me. My head was pounding. I couldn't take it. I had to get out of here, but not before telling the woman off. "I don't understand you, first your all over me, then you don't want me. Then you're with Montaro, than your not. You even tried to get me disqualified during the Chojin Cup finals. I just don't understand you woman. First you want blood, gore, and violence; then you are all nit picky about the fuckin' rules. Make up your mind! Oh, wait maybe you can't do that because your families blood line is to fucked up for that kind, or any kind of brain power. Now...tell me Jacqueline, what do you have to say now?"
'Eyes were watching'
I was breathing hard, every word I said I announced at the top of my lugs. I saw Jacqueline's face; she looked pissed, shocked and something else. "Well...if you're going to be a bi." I cut her off with out a moments warning. "Just shut it!" I stormed off. First I was feeling all depressed and shit, then I was feeling sick, now...now I felt like ripping someone's head off with my bare hands. My neck and head ached, like some one just pile drived it right threw a wall.
'Eyes were watching'
I didn't understand it, but all I knew was something was wrong with Croe and me. I needed to talk to Croe. I could have called him, but I needed to speak to him personally. Running as fast as I could I headed for my ride. I'll just see what's going on with Croe. I jumped on to my motorcycle, kicked up the kickstand, and started the engine. Well that was until I saw him. Racing like a bat out a hell.
'Eyes were watching.'
"CROE!"
The blood flows freely from your veins. It hurts at first but the pain dies down Watch as your life leaves your body You're so tired, sleep It will be over soon Feel the blood burn and begin to cool down You're so cold, sleep Don't be afraid You're home now...
Authors notes: Soooooo, how's the story so far. I bet everyone thought Croe was going to die right? Well he was but then I'd get evil e-mail from Croe fan's...and because Ms. Kinnikufan wanted him to live. I guess I could still fit croe into the story. Also I wasn't able to put more of the story in this chapter, like Kevin's father, and what really happened to Croe. < It should be in the next chapter hopefully...
Some people whom I like to thank, from school, for some (if not small) idea's for this story:
William: It's the Government Dude. The CPS is after us!
Wan or Jan AKA Screech: Game over man! If you're reading this, you're probably to high to understand what the hell is going on. Thank God!
Amid: Next time dude, I WILL kick you in the nuts. Get a girl!
Tania: Read this Woman. Stop the man drama.
Kevin: O.o
Croe: What?
Kevin: That poem part Flamemane wrote was...was...
Flamemane: I'm twisted aren't I... .< Well...dude, that's another chapter down the crapper.
Croe: It wasn't so bad. At lest I'm still alive. :)
Kevin: But for how long?
Croe: Wha!
Flamemane: Screw you guys I'm going home.
Kevin: You stole that from South Park...
Flamemane: Bite me, you...you something or other. I'm still mad at ya losers.
Kevin: What did we do to you this time...
Flamemane: You know what you did! Points to big red bump on head that was caused by what is to be known as the popcorn ball incident Not only that but you and Croe went to the bar and didn't invite me. You didn't even have the decency to bring me back a drink. Not even a fregin' Margarita.
Croe: You're underage...and besides, remember when you had those jello shots last Christmas party. You nearly passed out from all the bacardi you put in the jello mix.
Flamemane: .< So...that's still no excuse, I'm gonna make someone pregnant in this fic. Namely someone who's name begins with Cr and ends with oe.
Croe: passes out
Flamemane: Don't mess with me.
Kevin: Oh I'm so scared. Holds up popcorn ball
Flamemane: Nooooooooo! Runs out of the room screaming like a mad man, who now needs many years of therapy to cure fear of popcorn of any verity
Kevin: Until next time. Maybe then this fic will make some kind of sense...