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Chapter Thirteen: The Jake Mistake
Randall groaned slightly rubbing the side of his head. He opened one eye to see his vision obscured by black fuzzy fur. At first he had no idea what to do except shove it away from him. Sitting up he stared down at,
"Jake?" The black ball of fuzz looked up at him, before tackling the side of his head in a licking frenzy.
Pushing the creature away, Randall stood up and started out of his room, his head was throbbing painfully. Suddenly Slike walked by in front of him.
"Finally awake? That tank must have hit you pretty hard." She said stepped over Jake as he ran around her feet faster than nearly the speed of light.
"What happened?" He asked yawning, and stretching backwards.
"You were working on the machine thing, a loose scream canister fell and hit you on the head pretty hard. You fell over completely out of it. Thrasher and Fungus helped me get you back home."
"Oh." Holding the side of his head, he lied down on his couch. With his long, near twelve- foot body, his bottom legs and tail were hanging off onto the floor. Then he happened to look around the room. "What happened!"
"I just cleaned up a bit. Sheesh, Randall this place was a mess." Slike said walking back into the room.
"You organized my mess!"
"Organized your mess?"
"Yes! I knew where everything was!"
"Oh really?" She smirked sitting down on the edge of the couch near his head and looking down at him.
"Yes! Now I have to mess it all up again, thanks." Randall said sourly
"Thank you so much Slike for organizing my disaster area! I really do appreciate you working your tail off in an attempt to clean this junk yard." Slike said sarcastically rolling her eyes as she finishing. Then she stood up and walked back out of the room. As she came back in she said, "I've got to go, but I'll be back later. Jake's staying to keep you company. Ta- ta." And before he could object the door to his apartment shut.
Randall glanced down at Jake who was sitting on the floor in front of the couch. The creature stared up at him unblinkingly to that point that it got to be unsettling.
"Do you mind?" He asked. Jake jumped up and down then ran out of the room. "That's why I hate animals." He leaned his head back and shut his eyes.
After a few seconds something round and wet was placed into his hand that had been handing over the edge of the couch. Shocked, he shot up, and threw whatever it was away from him. Jake, thrilled, chased the ball across the room, skidding into a bookcase as he stopped to pick it up. Then he trotted back to Randall and laid it on the edge of the couch.
"No," Randall said. "I am not playing fetch with you!" Jake whimpered sadly. "Nope, no that won't work." More whimpering. "No!"
Randall rolled over, his back facing Jake and the ball. He closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. In the background he could here Jake begin to whimper again. He grabbed a pillow, and pulled it down tight over his head. That had no effect on the noise what so ever.
"FOR THE LOVE OF PETE ALRIGHT!" Randall yelled rolling over and throwing the ball as hard as he could across the room. Jake sprinted after it. And to Randall's horror, well not completely horror, more a mix of horror and joy, the ball sailed right out the open window, Jake jumping out after it. Feeling his bottom jaw drop, Randall jumped up and ran over to the window. Looking down out onto the street he could see Jake, still, running after the ball away from the building. "Oh crap."
Randall ran from the window and out the door. He rushed out the front door onto the street and saw Jake vanish into a building. Doesn't it just figure he vanishes into the one building Randall would rather have eaten a cherry pie than go into. the dentist's office. Ever since he was a kid he'd hated the dentist. It was just how he was. The idea of sticking sharp pointy tools it his mouth wasn't very appealing. Anyway back to the chasing.
"Jake! You stupid fur ball come here!" He called dodging past a nurse carrying a tray of sharp pointy tools. The little monster, obviously Ricky's son, sitting in the dentist chair cheered as the nurse dropped the tools and sent them tumbling out the window. Randall glanced around the room, and saw Jake chasing the ball back down the hall into the waiting room and out the door again. Groaning he ran after the creature.
He stopped outside and looked left and right trying to see which way Jake went. Then he spotted him near a couple of fruit stands. Before Randall could grab him, Jake bounded up a pyramid of blue slightly squirming fruit, somewhat like human apples. The ball stopped momentarily, balancing on the top most fruit thing. Jake crouched down ready to spring.
"GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Randall called but it didn't do any good as half way through his sentence Jake leapt causing an avalanche of fruit. Uncovering himself from underneath the squirming blue food he stood up and looked around several monster were glaring death at him as they stood up also. Then he felt something roll into his bottom front foot. Leaning down he picked up the ball Jake had been chasing. Then he heard the small patter of feet sprinting towards him. Glancing up, he could see Jake, coming at him at full speed.
"Jake no, slow down. Back off! No wait, AAH!" Jake lunged at him crashing into Randall, knocking both of them to the ground. Randall's head slammed into the ground causing a picture or memory to fill his mind.
It was raining, dark, and cold. The rain was like ice against his scales. He was staring down the barrel of a gun. He was sure that's what it was. His hands were wet but not from the rain. It was thicker than rain- water. Cold, cruel laughter filled his ears. There was the sound of a gun being cocked, and someone talking.
"Think about the possibilities? Two friends have a fight, both end up dead, one holding a gun, need I saw more?" The voice, strangely familiar said. He knew that voice but couldn't place a face to it. "Can you guess whose holding the gun?" Then Randall could feel himself begin to say something, but before he could hear what he said everything returned to normal.
He opened his eyes to see Jake staring at him. Picking the animal up he left before anyone could stop him.
Once inside his apartment he shut the door and the window just in case. As soon as he finished sound of the being unlocked caught his attention. Quickly he jumped onto the couch and leaned back in a relaxed position as Slike walked in. She looked around and then at him.
"Nothing to catastrophic happen while I was gone?" She asked coming so stand in front of him. Randall and Jake glanced at each other then back at Slike. Randall put on a sly grin and finished,
"Oh nothing that bad." Slike bit her tongue, and nodded slightly, before turning and walking out of the room.
~ I'm so sorry this one took SO long! There was an ice storm and our power went out and my comp has been down, so I couldn't do it except at school. I'll try to get the other chaps up sooner, hope yall liked this one. The flash back memory thing yall saw was part of another fanfic I'm going to do once I finish this one, and it doesn't have much longer, maybe three or four chapters. See ya!
Thanx, Nox .
Chapter Thirteen: The Jake Mistake
Randall groaned slightly rubbing the side of his head. He opened one eye to see his vision obscured by black fuzzy fur. At first he had no idea what to do except shove it away from him. Sitting up he stared down at,
"Jake?" The black ball of fuzz looked up at him, before tackling the side of his head in a licking frenzy.
Pushing the creature away, Randall stood up and started out of his room, his head was throbbing painfully. Suddenly Slike walked by in front of him.
"Finally awake? That tank must have hit you pretty hard." She said stepped over Jake as he ran around her feet faster than nearly the speed of light.
"What happened?" He asked yawning, and stretching backwards.
"You were working on the machine thing, a loose scream canister fell and hit you on the head pretty hard. You fell over completely out of it. Thrasher and Fungus helped me get you back home."
"Oh." Holding the side of his head, he lied down on his couch. With his long, near twelve- foot body, his bottom legs and tail were hanging off onto the floor. Then he happened to look around the room. "What happened!"
"I just cleaned up a bit. Sheesh, Randall this place was a mess." Slike said walking back into the room.
"You organized my mess!"
"Organized your mess?"
"Yes! I knew where everything was!"
"Oh really?" She smirked sitting down on the edge of the couch near his head and looking down at him.
"Yes! Now I have to mess it all up again, thanks." Randall said sourly
"Thank you so much Slike for organizing my disaster area! I really do appreciate you working your tail off in an attempt to clean this junk yard." Slike said sarcastically rolling her eyes as she finishing. Then she stood up and walked back out of the room. As she came back in she said, "I've got to go, but I'll be back later. Jake's staying to keep you company. Ta- ta." And before he could object the door to his apartment shut.
Randall glanced down at Jake who was sitting on the floor in front of the couch. The creature stared up at him unblinkingly to that point that it got to be unsettling.
"Do you mind?" He asked. Jake jumped up and down then ran out of the room. "That's why I hate animals." He leaned his head back and shut his eyes.
After a few seconds something round and wet was placed into his hand that had been handing over the edge of the couch. Shocked, he shot up, and threw whatever it was away from him. Jake, thrilled, chased the ball across the room, skidding into a bookcase as he stopped to pick it up. Then he trotted back to Randall and laid it on the edge of the couch.
"No," Randall said. "I am not playing fetch with you!" Jake whimpered sadly. "Nope, no that won't work." More whimpering. "No!"
Randall rolled over, his back facing Jake and the ball. He closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. In the background he could here Jake begin to whimper again. He grabbed a pillow, and pulled it down tight over his head. That had no effect on the noise what so ever.
"FOR THE LOVE OF PETE ALRIGHT!" Randall yelled rolling over and throwing the ball as hard as he could across the room. Jake sprinted after it. And to Randall's horror, well not completely horror, more a mix of horror and joy, the ball sailed right out the open window, Jake jumping out after it. Feeling his bottom jaw drop, Randall jumped up and ran over to the window. Looking down out onto the street he could see Jake, still, running after the ball away from the building. "Oh crap."
Randall ran from the window and out the door. He rushed out the front door onto the street and saw Jake vanish into a building. Doesn't it just figure he vanishes into the one building Randall would rather have eaten a cherry pie than go into. the dentist's office. Ever since he was a kid he'd hated the dentist. It was just how he was. The idea of sticking sharp pointy tools it his mouth wasn't very appealing. Anyway back to the chasing.
"Jake! You stupid fur ball come here!" He called dodging past a nurse carrying a tray of sharp pointy tools. The little monster, obviously Ricky's son, sitting in the dentist chair cheered as the nurse dropped the tools and sent them tumbling out the window. Randall glanced around the room, and saw Jake chasing the ball back down the hall into the waiting room and out the door again. Groaning he ran after the creature.
He stopped outside and looked left and right trying to see which way Jake went. Then he spotted him near a couple of fruit stands. Before Randall could grab him, Jake bounded up a pyramid of blue slightly squirming fruit, somewhat like human apples. The ball stopped momentarily, balancing on the top most fruit thing. Jake crouched down ready to spring.
"GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Randall called but it didn't do any good as half way through his sentence Jake leapt causing an avalanche of fruit. Uncovering himself from underneath the squirming blue food he stood up and looked around several monster were glaring death at him as they stood up also. Then he felt something roll into his bottom front foot. Leaning down he picked up the ball Jake had been chasing. Then he heard the small patter of feet sprinting towards him. Glancing up, he could see Jake, coming at him at full speed.
"Jake no, slow down. Back off! No wait, AAH!" Jake lunged at him crashing into Randall, knocking both of them to the ground. Randall's head slammed into the ground causing a picture or memory to fill his mind.
It was raining, dark, and cold. The rain was like ice against his scales. He was staring down the barrel of a gun. He was sure that's what it was. His hands were wet but not from the rain. It was thicker than rain- water. Cold, cruel laughter filled his ears. There was the sound of a gun being cocked, and someone talking.
"Think about the possibilities? Two friends have a fight, both end up dead, one holding a gun, need I saw more?" The voice, strangely familiar said. He knew that voice but couldn't place a face to it. "Can you guess whose holding the gun?" Then Randall could feel himself begin to say something, but before he could hear what he said everything returned to normal.
He opened his eyes to see Jake staring at him. Picking the animal up he left before anyone could stop him.
Once inside his apartment he shut the door and the window just in case. As soon as he finished sound of the being unlocked caught his attention. Quickly he jumped onto the couch and leaned back in a relaxed position as Slike walked in. She looked around and then at him.
"Nothing to catastrophic happen while I was gone?" She asked coming so stand in front of him. Randall and Jake glanced at each other then back at Slike. Randall put on a sly grin and finished,
"Oh nothing that bad." Slike bit her tongue, and nodded slightly, before turning and walking out of the room.
~ I'm so sorry this one took SO long! There was an ice storm and our power went out and my comp has been down, so I couldn't do it except at school. I'll try to get the other chaps up sooner, hope yall liked this one. The flash back memory thing yall saw was part of another fanfic I'm going to do once I finish this one, and it doesn't have much longer, maybe three or four chapters. See ya!
Thanx, Nox .