Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters, except Sye Slike, she's mine,
and Joey, no taking!
Chapter Sixteen: Lost and Found
Randall opened his eyes and looked around the room. He didn't see anyone. There was an open door to his left. Standing up he walked out, keeping an eye out for humans. Then suddenly he heard, "Momma, another gator got in the house!"
"Another gator? Gimme that there shovel!" Someone replied. Randall already hated how that sounded.
A shovel was brought down hard onto his head. Knocking him down instantly. Wincing he tried to get back up, lifting his head onto the have the shovel give him an upper cut, forcing him nearly off the ground. Next, that stupid hillbilly maniac brought the sharp edge down on the top of his head. As soon as it hit he could feel the ectoplasm leaking from the fresh wound. After several more hard hits the lady kicked him roughly in the head to see if he would fight back. Randall couldn't move let alone fight. She handed the shovel to her son who was cheering insanely. She grabbed his tail pulled him towards the door, opened it, and dragged him down the stairs behind her. The she picked him up by his fronds and slung him across the yard. As Randall hit the ground he groaned. He hadn't hurt this bad in a long time. He pulled his tail around him and tried to sink lower into the grass. Darkness came before his eyes as he slipped into unconsciousness.
The dark was replaced by a memory again. Randall's legs were carrying him as fast as he could go up a flight of stairs. He was nearing a door at the top of the flight. He smashed through it out into the pouring, dark, cold rain. The rain was like ice against his scales. But for some reason he didn't shiver in the slightest. He was staring frantically around. He was on a rooftop. Like the top of a school or office building. Then his eyes fell, upon two monsters standing about ten yards away. One was standing up in front of another who was propped up on their elbows, lying on the ground under, well almost, under the first one. Randall felt himself swallow hard and start forward. As he got closer he could begin to see the features on the monsters. One was a snake like creature with two arms and long black claws at the end of each of its eight fingers. It was banded with bright blue and green and had spikes ran from the tip of its nose to its tail. He knew him! That was a younger Parker, much younger. He looked about sixteen, seventeen, or eighteen. The other was a lizard like reptile that resembled Slike, except it was a boy. He was about the same age as the snake maybe a little younger. He had the same pattern as Slike with blue and black rather than red, blue eyes, and still three fronds. He was panting slightly while trying, and doing a very good job at it, to growl. Randall knew him as well, but he had no idea how he could have know him... that lizard looked exactly, exactly, like a younger Joey. Nearly the same age as he was in the picture Slike had of him.
"You know Joey, I would have made you best man." Parker said putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket staring down at Joey. "We could have spent years together, best friends. Now look at you, you had it coming, buddy."
"You were never my friend. You hear me never!" Joey growled. Randall recognized that voice. It was so familiar. "Give it up, you'll never have a chance with her. Whatever you do to me, you won't get away with it." Parker's jaw clenched as he glared down at Joey. Then in a split second he had pulled a handgun out of the pocket of his coat. He pointed it straight between Joey's eyes.
"That's where you're wrong." Parker hissed cocking the gun. Joey scooted backwards pulling his body away from the snake. "I'll have your sister Joey, I swear it. The thing is, no one's ever going to know about your heroic stand off."
Randall felt his fronds lie back as a menacing growl escaped his mouth. Not loud enough for them to hear, but somehow, Joey heard it. He turned his head to the side and stared straight at him, then back at Parker.
"I think you're wrong snake. She's been taken, by someone better than you can ever be." Joey paused and grinned slightly, before looking more deadly and scarier than anything Randall had ever seen. "Stay away from her."
The rest was happening in slow motion. Randall could see what was going through Parker's mind. He rushed forward to stop it, but there was no way he could have helped. The echoing bang sounded through the night. The raindrops seemed to freeze as the bullet shot from the gun. Joey fell backwards, lying limp against the pavement.
Randall skidded to a halt at his friend's side. He shook his shoulders but it was too late. His eyes began to sting with tears as his best friend lay dead before him. Randall sat back away from his friend staring at the blood on his fingertips. Suddenly something cold, and metal was placed against the side of his head.
Randall then was waken from the memory by the loud crash of thunder in the real world. He groaned, walked, tried to walk, over to a fallen log, and curled up underneath it. He was trying to explain to himself how he had this image of Joey in his head. He couldn't have known Joey, he had no recollection of the event that kept playing through his mind. But the way he felt when he'd seen the other monster killed made him feel as if, he'd just witnessed... someone like Slike being killed.
* * * *
Slike found Wazowski a day after all the stupid CDA agents had left. Sullevin was gone probably moping about the kid. Wazowski was parading around the scare floor, sitting behind a desk at the moment talking to a few people. Slike stood at the back of the crowd waited for a few seconds then said in the most threatening, hiss she could, "Wazowski." The crowd went silent and stepped back. Slike stared Wazowski down, her cold yellow eyes boring into his skull. She started forward as the crowd began to leave.
"Yeah what do you want?" He asked trying to be tough and failing miserably. Slike looked to make sure the crowd was gone and no one was watching, when she rushed forward flattening the olive against the floor. Her front two feet were holding his legs down, her hands had his wrists pinned against the floor, and her two back most feet were holding her up.
"Where is he?" Slike asked. "I saw you banish him, don't think your gonna get away with it so easily."
"Get... get away with what?" Slike hissed and tightened her grip on his wrists to the point of painful.
"You are going to tell me exactly where that door took him. Don't even think about going to Sullevin for help, because believe me Wazowski you don't want me on your bad side. And right now you're flirting dangerously with crossing the line."
"I don't know where it took him!"
"I suggest you find out." She pushed him down into the floor one more time, then stood up and stalked off. She knew Wazowski wasn't going to be much help so she went down to the floor on which the door had smashed in the door vault.
All doors have some kind of markings on them that say where they are from. As Slike looked over the smashed door she could see the word's United States printed on the side. That narrowed it down some but not a lot. Sighing she leaned back and stared at the door, trying to think of what to do. The pieces aren't that small, she thought, picking two up and placing them together.
Slike walked back through the door with Wazowski shortly behind her. Well he was more or less being dragged behind her.
"I told you I can't help! There is no way in he-"He stopped ranting as she set him down in front of the door.
"No way huh? Think again." Slike grinned evilly at him as the red light went on above the miraculously fixed door.
"I still don't know why you need me!" Wazowski yelled backing away as the advanced on him.
"I need you, because I don't know if it's safe in there. Therefore, you will be the distraction." Slike kicked open the door grabbed the struggling Wazowski and threw him through, shutting it behind him. She laid her head against the door listening for anything, nothing. Deciding it was safe she opened it and went in after him. "Wazowski?" No response.
Slike looked around the room to see an open hall door. Walking out she already wished she didn't. That stupid hillbilly women after her first encounter with a 'gator' had gotten a dog.
Wazowski was standing on a table, the dog in front of him, the women and her son in the kitchen waving a shovel. Suddenly the dog spotted Slike. Wincing at her other memory with a dog, she crouched down, baring her teeth in a growl. The dog barked and charged at her. Looking around for what to do she jumped up on the wall as the dog skidded by her into a room at the end of the hall. She slammed the door shut behind it as Wazowski ran past her through the closest door shutting it behind him and most probably deactivating it.
But now, Slike couldn't worry about the door. The foremost thing on her mind was the woman with a shovel coming at her. Dodging the first blow, but not the second as it came down on the very tip of her tail, snipping a piece off. Slike hissed in pain, and backed up. Looking at her options she saw then a door leading outside. Taking her chance she sprinted past the lady and out the door then into the swamp.
The light outside dimmed at the women shut the door and locked it. Slike swallowed hard and looked down at her tail. It would grow back and be fine. She then looked around trying to find her next target... Randall.
* * *
Randall tried to run the thought of what was going on through his mind again. Nothing, it just wasn't working. Each time he'd remembered the events his head had been his, or smashed, or something had happened. No desperate enough yet to bodily harm to himself to remember he laid there, curled up staring off into space.
Suddenly there was a rustling noise in the bushes to his left. Lifting his head slightly he could feel the cold sensation of someone watching him. Standing up onto his back two pairs of legs he looked around in the darkness. There was nothing he could see that would explain the noise. Randall swallowed and started forward to where he had thought the noise had come from.
* * *
Slike search around the forest floor for Randall being as quiet as possible to not attract any humans. Then her foot slipped and snapped a twig beneath her. Wincing at the sharp loud noise she could hear something move just beyond a group shrubs and bush like foliage. She froze crouching down a little lower. Whatever it was, was coming towards her. Glancing around seeing as she didn't have enough time to run and her blending powers wouldn't work in the human world for long, Slike waited for the right moment then charged forward at the thing knocking it flat to the ground.
* * *
Randall winced as he was slammed back into the earth. He tried to focus on the thing on top of him, hoping it wasn't a dog. Then as he slowly came into focus Slike appeared a shocked expression on her face. He could just hear her begin to say something that sounded like an apology and asking if he was alright, when his eyes slipped out of focus and he blacked out.
The cold metal against the side of his head made Randall freeze completely, all he felt now was cold deep hatred for the owner of the gun.
"Get up." Snapped the owner of the gun, Parker. Randall swallowed hard fighting the urge to whip around and punch Parker, knowing he would wind up like Joey if he did anything stupid. Slowly he stood up and the gun was positioned directly in front of his face so that he was staring down the barrel. Parker advanced so that Randall backed up, so far that his heels were touching the edge of the building. He winced; inwardly terrified as the gun was cocked, ready to blow half his head away at any second. Parker seeing his wince laughed cold and cruel.
"Think about the possibilities? Two friends have a fight, both end up dead, one holding a gun, need I say more?" Parker paused shifting the gun slightly so he could stare straight at Randall, his cold eyes boring into Randall's skull. "Can u guess whose holding the gun?" .
"So what? You kill me and Joey, it's not like Sye is ever going to love you." Randall growled. Parker's jaw tightened. And he pulled his arm back thrusting it forward, back handing Randall just hard enough to flip him backwards off the building. Scrambling to get a hold of the cement railing around the building, Randall glanced down at the drop beneath him then back up at Parker.
"Oh I will have her, and there's nothing you can do to stop it Boggs." Parker kneeled down and leaned down close to Randall. "She's going to beg for me to love her by the time I'm done." Randall stopped struggling to get back up and turned his head to stare at Joey. He could tell from what he saw in the snake's eyes that what he was saying was true. "Besides killing you and Joey was half the fun." He grabbed the collar of Randall's jacket gave him one last smirk then shoved him backwards, forcing Randall to let go of the wall he was clinging too.
Several feet before he hit the ground Randall managed to grab onto the wall just long enough to slow his fall, but his grip was not strong enough to save him from hitting the ground. His back hit the ground then his head followed slamming back into the cement.
For several seconds in this flashback it was black, then Randall could feel someone shaking his shoulders.
"Hey kid, you alright?" Randall opened his eyes slowly and focused on the police monster by his side. He was a reptilian type monster with light gray scales and calm blue eyes. "You ok?" The monster helped him sit up then finished, "That's a nasty cut on the back of you're head, what'd you do fall off a building or something?"
"I... don't know, I can't remember how I got it." Randall replied feeling the cut with his top hand.
"Baxter, get your tail up here now!" Yelled a voice from on top of the building. The reptile looked up at another police officer then back at Randall.
"You heard him get moving." Growled a cat like monster from behind Baxter. Baxter gave Randall a sad smile stood up then turned and walked away, passing by the cat monster who muttered, "Slimy freak." As he passed by. But Baxter didn't say anything. Randall felt sorry for him, most reptiles were treated like that. "I have a few questions to ask you regarding the death of Joey Slike. Were you-"
"Who? Whose Joey Slike?" Randall asked interrupting him.
"You are Randall Boggs aren't you?"
"Yeah..." The monster stared at him for a few minutes then continued.
"A witness has told us that you were an acquaintance of Joey, and that you were probably one of the last people to see him alive."
"I'm sorry but I have no idea who you're talking about." The monster becoming aggravated stood up and glared down at Randall.
"If you feel like being helpful here's the stations number, now get." He helped Randall up roughly and handed him a piece of paper with a number on it, then said, "You heard me leave!"
Randall walked away from the scene towards where he knew his home was. He felt very strange. It was as if he couldn't recall something. He could remember everything that had happened before today all the way through his life, but it still felt like someone or something was missing. Like something had been erased leaving barely anything for him to go on. He tried shaking the feeling off, but he couldn't escape that he was forgetting someone. He was stirred from his thoughts as someone came running up to him and pulled him into a hug. Shoving whoever it was back and freeing himself Randall stared down at the girl in front of him. She had orange red scales and black eyes and instead of fronds long black hair pulled into a ponytail, she was crying.
"Randall have you heard what happened to Joey? I can't believe it! I just saw him last night." She said looking up at him.
"Who are you?" Randall questioned.
"What? Don't you remember me? I'm Shelby! What's the matter with you! Joey's dead!"
"Who's Joey! Who are you! I don't understand anything you're talking about! Just leave me alone!" And he pushed past her and walked on. Through the small crowd that was gathering around the school. He remember some of the faces in the crowd, he could recognize them easily, but these people that kept talking about Joey he had no idea who they were.
The memory ended and all Randall saw now was Slike looking down at him.
"Are you ok?" She asked her eyes looking over the cut along his head.
"Yeah I think." He answered sitting up. "Sye there's something I have you tell you."
"What about?"
"Your brother."
I'm soooooooooooooooooooooo sorry this took forever! Everything has been crazy at home and school so I haven't really gotten a chance to sit down and right. Well I hope this chapter explains some, and now there's only the next chapter and the epilogue, then it's over! Ah! Another reason it's been taking forever is I've been working on a story that happens kind of a sequel to this one, except it takes place before Joey dies and when Randy was in school. Hope you liked this chapter!
Thanx for reviewing,
Nox
Chapter Sixteen: Lost and Found
Randall opened his eyes and looked around the room. He didn't see anyone. There was an open door to his left. Standing up he walked out, keeping an eye out for humans. Then suddenly he heard, "Momma, another gator got in the house!"
"Another gator? Gimme that there shovel!" Someone replied. Randall already hated how that sounded.
A shovel was brought down hard onto his head. Knocking him down instantly. Wincing he tried to get back up, lifting his head onto the have the shovel give him an upper cut, forcing him nearly off the ground. Next, that stupid hillbilly maniac brought the sharp edge down on the top of his head. As soon as it hit he could feel the ectoplasm leaking from the fresh wound. After several more hard hits the lady kicked him roughly in the head to see if he would fight back. Randall couldn't move let alone fight. She handed the shovel to her son who was cheering insanely. She grabbed his tail pulled him towards the door, opened it, and dragged him down the stairs behind her. The she picked him up by his fronds and slung him across the yard. As Randall hit the ground he groaned. He hadn't hurt this bad in a long time. He pulled his tail around him and tried to sink lower into the grass. Darkness came before his eyes as he slipped into unconsciousness.
The dark was replaced by a memory again. Randall's legs were carrying him as fast as he could go up a flight of stairs. He was nearing a door at the top of the flight. He smashed through it out into the pouring, dark, cold rain. The rain was like ice against his scales. But for some reason he didn't shiver in the slightest. He was staring frantically around. He was on a rooftop. Like the top of a school or office building. Then his eyes fell, upon two monsters standing about ten yards away. One was standing up in front of another who was propped up on their elbows, lying on the ground under, well almost, under the first one. Randall felt himself swallow hard and start forward. As he got closer he could begin to see the features on the monsters. One was a snake like creature with two arms and long black claws at the end of each of its eight fingers. It was banded with bright blue and green and had spikes ran from the tip of its nose to its tail. He knew him! That was a younger Parker, much younger. He looked about sixteen, seventeen, or eighteen. The other was a lizard like reptile that resembled Slike, except it was a boy. He was about the same age as the snake maybe a little younger. He had the same pattern as Slike with blue and black rather than red, blue eyes, and still three fronds. He was panting slightly while trying, and doing a very good job at it, to growl. Randall knew him as well, but he had no idea how he could have know him... that lizard looked exactly, exactly, like a younger Joey. Nearly the same age as he was in the picture Slike had of him.
"You know Joey, I would have made you best man." Parker said putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket staring down at Joey. "We could have spent years together, best friends. Now look at you, you had it coming, buddy."
"You were never my friend. You hear me never!" Joey growled. Randall recognized that voice. It was so familiar. "Give it up, you'll never have a chance with her. Whatever you do to me, you won't get away with it." Parker's jaw clenched as he glared down at Joey. Then in a split second he had pulled a handgun out of the pocket of his coat. He pointed it straight between Joey's eyes.
"That's where you're wrong." Parker hissed cocking the gun. Joey scooted backwards pulling his body away from the snake. "I'll have your sister Joey, I swear it. The thing is, no one's ever going to know about your heroic stand off."
Randall felt his fronds lie back as a menacing growl escaped his mouth. Not loud enough for them to hear, but somehow, Joey heard it. He turned his head to the side and stared straight at him, then back at Parker.
"I think you're wrong snake. She's been taken, by someone better than you can ever be." Joey paused and grinned slightly, before looking more deadly and scarier than anything Randall had ever seen. "Stay away from her."
The rest was happening in slow motion. Randall could see what was going through Parker's mind. He rushed forward to stop it, but there was no way he could have helped. The echoing bang sounded through the night. The raindrops seemed to freeze as the bullet shot from the gun. Joey fell backwards, lying limp against the pavement.
Randall skidded to a halt at his friend's side. He shook his shoulders but it was too late. His eyes began to sting with tears as his best friend lay dead before him. Randall sat back away from his friend staring at the blood on his fingertips. Suddenly something cold, and metal was placed against the side of his head.
Randall then was waken from the memory by the loud crash of thunder in the real world. He groaned, walked, tried to walk, over to a fallen log, and curled up underneath it. He was trying to explain to himself how he had this image of Joey in his head. He couldn't have known Joey, he had no recollection of the event that kept playing through his mind. But the way he felt when he'd seen the other monster killed made him feel as if, he'd just witnessed... someone like Slike being killed.
* * * *
Slike found Wazowski a day after all the stupid CDA agents had left. Sullevin was gone probably moping about the kid. Wazowski was parading around the scare floor, sitting behind a desk at the moment talking to a few people. Slike stood at the back of the crowd waited for a few seconds then said in the most threatening, hiss she could, "Wazowski." The crowd went silent and stepped back. Slike stared Wazowski down, her cold yellow eyes boring into his skull. She started forward as the crowd began to leave.
"Yeah what do you want?" He asked trying to be tough and failing miserably. Slike looked to make sure the crowd was gone and no one was watching, when she rushed forward flattening the olive against the floor. Her front two feet were holding his legs down, her hands had his wrists pinned against the floor, and her two back most feet were holding her up.
"Where is he?" Slike asked. "I saw you banish him, don't think your gonna get away with it so easily."
"Get... get away with what?" Slike hissed and tightened her grip on his wrists to the point of painful.
"You are going to tell me exactly where that door took him. Don't even think about going to Sullevin for help, because believe me Wazowski you don't want me on your bad side. And right now you're flirting dangerously with crossing the line."
"I don't know where it took him!"
"I suggest you find out." She pushed him down into the floor one more time, then stood up and stalked off. She knew Wazowski wasn't going to be much help so she went down to the floor on which the door had smashed in the door vault.
All doors have some kind of markings on them that say where they are from. As Slike looked over the smashed door she could see the word's United States printed on the side. That narrowed it down some but not a lot. Sighing she leaned back and stared at the door, trying to think of what to do. The pieces aren't that small, she thought, picking two up and placing them together.
Slike walked back through the door with Wazowski shortly behind her. Well he was more or less being dragged behind her.
"I told you I can't help! There is no way in he-"He stopped ranting as she set him down in front of the door.
"No way huh? Think again." Slike grinned evilly at him as the red light went on above the miraculously fixed door.
"I still don't know why you need me!" Wazowski yelled backing away as the advanced on him.
"I need you, because I don't know if it's safe in there. Therefore, you will be the distraction." Slike kicked open the door grabbed the struggling Wazowski and threw him through, shutting it behind him. She laid her head against the door listening for anything, nothing. Deciding it was safe she opened it and went in after him. "Wazowski?" No response.
Slike looked around the room to see an open hall door. Walking out she already wished she didn't. That stupid hillbilly women after her first encounter with a 'gator' had gotten a dog.
Wazowski was standing on a table, the dog in front of him, the women and her son in the kitchen waving a shovel. Suddenly the dog spotted Slike. Wincing at her other memory with a dog, she crouched down, baring her teeth in a growl. The dog barked and charged at her. Looking around for what to do she jumped up on the wall as the dog skidded by her into a room at the end of the hall. She slammed the door shut behind it as Wazowski ran past her through the closest door shutting it behind him and most probably deactivating it.
But now, Slike couldn't worry about the door. The foremost thing on her mind was the woman with a shovel coming at her. Dodging the first blow, but not the second as it came down on the very tip of her tail, snipping a piece off. Slike hissed in pain, and backed up. Looking at her options she saw then a door leading outside. Taking her chance she sprinted past the lady and out the door then into the swamp.
The light outside dimmed at the women shut the door and locked it. Slike swallowed hard and looked down at her tail. It would grow back and be fine. She then looked around trying to find her next target... Randall.
* * *
Randall tried to run the thought of what was going on through his mind again. Nothing, it just wasn't working. Each time he'd remembered the events his head had been his, or smashed, or something had happened. No desperate enough yet to bodily harm to himself to remember he laid there, curled up staring off into space.
Suddenly there was a rustling noise in the bushes to his left. Lifting his head slightly he could feel the cold sensation of someone watching him. Standing up onto his back two pairs of legs he looked around in the darkness. There was nothing he could see that would explain the noise. Randall swallowed and started forward to where he had thought the noise had come from.
* * *
Slike search around the forest floor for Randall being as quiet as possible to not attract any humans. Then her foot slipped and snapped a twig beneath her. Wincing at the sharp loud noise she could hear something move just beyond a group shrubs and bush like foliage. She froze crouching down a little lower. Whatever it was, was coming towards her. Glancing around seeing as she didn't have enough time to run and her blending powers wouldn't work in the human world for long, Slike waited for the right moment then charged forward at the thing knocking it flat to the ground.
* * *
Randall winced as he was slammed back into the earth. He tried to focus on the thing on top of him, hoping it wasn't a dog. Then as he slowly came into focus Slike appeared a shocked expression on her face. He could just hear her begin to say something that sounded like an apology and asking if he was alright, when his eyes slipped out of focus and he blacked out.
The cold metal against the side of his head made Randall freeze completely, all he felt now was cold deep hatred for the owner of the gun.
"Get up." Snapped the owner of the gun, Parker. Randall swallowed hard fighting the urge to whip around and punch Parker, knowing he would wind up like Joey if he did anything stupid. Slowly he stood up and the gun was positioned directly in front of his face so that he was staring down the barrel. Parker advanced so that Randall backed up, so far that his heels were touching the edge of the building. He winced; inwardly terrified as the gun was cocked, ready to blow half his head away at any second. Parker seeing his wince laughed cold and cruel.
"Think about the possibilities? Two friends have a fight, both end up dead, one holding a gun, need I say more?" Parker paused shifting the gun slightly so he could stare straight at Randall, his cold eyes boring into Randall's skull. "Can u guess whose holding the gun?" .
"So what? You kill me and Joey, it's not like Sye is ever going to love you." Randall growled. Parker's jaw tightened. And he pulled his arm back thrusting it forward, back handing Randall just hard enough to flip him backwards off the building. Scrambling to get a hold of the cement railing around the building, Randall glanced down at the drop beneath him then back up at Parker.
"Oh I will have her, and there's nothing you can do to stop it Boggs." Parker kneeled down and leaned down close to Randall. "She's going to beg for me to love her by the time I'm done." Randall stopped struggling to get back up and turned his head to stare at Joey. He could tell from what he saw in the snake's eyes that what he was saying was true. "Besides killing you and Joey was half the fun." He grabbed the collar of Randall's jacket gave him one last smirk then shoved him backwards, forcing Randall to let go of the wall he was clinging too.
Several feet before he hit the ground Randall managed to grab onto the wall just long enough to slow his fall, but his grip was not strong enough to save him from hitting the ground. His back hit the ground then his head followed slamming back into the cement.
For several seconds in this flashback it was black, then Randall could feel someone shaking his shoulders.
"Hey kid, you alright?" Randall opened his eyes slowly and focused on the police monster by his side. He was a reptilian type monster with light gray scales and calm blue eyes. "You ok?" The monster helped him sit up then finished, "That's a nasty cut on the back of you're head, what'd you do fall off a building or something?"
"I... don't know, I can't remember how I got it." Randall replied feeling the cut with his top hand.
"Baxter, get your tail up here now!" Yelled a voice from on top of the building. The reptile looked up at another police officer then back at Randall.
"You heard him get moving." Growled a cat like monster from behind Baxter. Baxter gave Randall a sad smile stood up then turned and walked away, passing by the cat monster who muttered, "Slimy freak." As he passed by. But Baxter didn't say anything. Randall felt sorry for him, most reptiles were treated like that. "I have a few questions to ask you regarding the death of Joey Slike. Were you-"
"Who? Whose Joey Slike?" Randall asked interrupting him.
"You are Randall Boggs aren't you?"
"Yeah..." The monster stared at him for a few minutes then continued.
"A witness has told us that you were an acquaintance of Joey, and that you were probably one of the last people to see him alive."
"I'm sorry but I have no idea who you're talking about." The monster becoming aggravated stood up and glared down at Randall.
"If you feel like being helpful here's the stations number, now get." He helped Randall up roughly and handed him a piece of paper with a number on it, then said, "You heard me leave!"
Randall walked away from the scene towards where he knew his home was. He felt very strange. It was as if he couldn't recall something. He could remember everything that had happened before today all the way through his life, but it still felt like someone or something was missing. Like something had been erased leaving barely anything for him to go on. He tried shaking the feeling off, but he couldn't escape that he was forgetting someone. He was stirred from his thoughts as someone came running up to him and pulled him into a hug. Shoving whoever it was back and freeing himself Randall stared down at the girl in front of him. She had orange red scales and black eyes and instead of fronds long black hair pulled into a ponytail, she was crying.
"Randall have you heard what happened to Joey? I can't believe it! I just saw him last night." She said looking up at him.
"Who are you?" Randall questioned.
"What? Don't you remember me? I'm Shelby! What's the matter with you! Joey's dead!"
"Who's Joey! Who are you! I don't understand anything you're talking about! Just leave me alone!" And he pushed past her and walked on. Through the small crowd that was gathering around the school. He remember some of the faces in the crowd, he could recognize them easily, but these people that kept talking about Joey he had no idea who they were.
The memory ended and all Randall saw now was Slike looking down at him.
"Are you ok?" She asked her eyes looking over the cut along his head.
"Yeah I think." He answered sitting up. "Sye there's something I have you tell you."
"What about?"
"Your brother."
I'm soooooooooooooooooooooo sorry this took forever! Everything has been crazy at home and school so I haven't really gotten a chance to sit down and right. Well I hope this chapter explains some, and now there's only the next chapter and the epilogue, then it's over! Ah! Another reason it's been taking forever is I've been working on a story that happens kind of a sequel to this one, except it takes place before Joey dies and when Randy was in school. Hope you liked this chapter!
Thanx for reviewing,
Nox