Summary: One of the boys receives shocking news. He doesn't know what to think of it, and neither do the others. What will he do about it? What can he do about it, if he can't take back the past?
Author's Note: I am so so so sorry! I've just been so busy with birthdays, school (Ugh, final exams!), new job, and family stuff that I haven't had time to write out a whole chapter. And every time I attempted I was interrupted, it was so aggravating! Anyways, enough with the excuses, I apologize a million times and then some. Thank you to all my reviewers. Now, finally, on with the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, or anything thing else that has to do with Holes. That's all Louis Sachar's territory.
Chapter Six: Shot Gun!
"What are you talking about, a liar?" X-Ray asked, completely baffled, as were the rest of the tent.
"I mean just that, a liar. What else would I mean? I'm gonna head back to the wreck room, I don't want to waste any more of my relaxing time." With that he went on his way, leaving the others to ponder.
"I don't believe him. I mean, who would call Camp Green Lake, in the middle of nowhere, just to lie to some juvenile delinquent? We know him differently, but no one else does. They just think he's some stupid kid who got in trouble. So why bother making up some lie?" Squid wondered aloud. The others nodded in agreement.
"I know what you're sayin'. But I don't think we should push him for any answers. He's been pretty unpredictable lately, and I don't want anyone to get on anyone's bad side. Especially with him leaving and all," voiced Armpit surprisingly reasonable.
"I concur, I mean he could combust and then where would we be?" said Zigzag in his usual eccentric way.
The rest looked at Zigzag, all thinking where on Earth he came up with such strange thinking habits. They didn't think too much though, they had other things to worry about.
They walked to the wreck room in search of Magnet, but they didn't find him there. "Isn't this where he said he was headed?" asked Caveman.
"Yeah," X-Ray paused as an idea popped into his head. "Maybe he went to make dinner. Isn't that what he normally does around this time?"
"Yeah, so why don't we go over there?" Armpit suggested leading the way out of the room.
As they neared the dining hall they heard shouts, specifically Mr. Sir shouting. "Uh-oh. Some one pissed him off, and three guesses as to who," said Squid.
"Only need one," X-Ray ran the rest of the way and entered the room. They were shocked still once their eyes had a chance to lie upon the scene before them.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? And where the hell did you get that?" Mr. Sir was referring to the gun the boy was clutching.
"I knew this would come in handy one day," Magnet almost whispered to himself. Then he pointed the gun at Mr. Sir, "Hand me your pistol and that walkie-talkie."
Everyone looked confused as ever. "Magnet! What are you doin'?" Squid asked, completely lost.
"I'm getting what I want and deserve, for once," he answered, and then turned his attention to the man holding a gun and walkie-talkie.
"Throw them on the table in front of you," Magnet demanded.
Mr. Sir hesitated while grabbing his gun a bit tighter and said, "And what if I shoot you right now, what're you gonna do about it?"
"Why make things difficult? Just put the gun down. I really don't want to shoot you."
"I don't think so kid."
A shot was fired and it seemed like every move was done in slow motion. Mr. Sir began hopping up and down and whooping in joy. The boys saw Magnet fall to the floor, gun still in hand, dust swirling around his body. After he hit the floor all went back to normal. Zigzag slowly walked over to Magnet's body, afraid of what he might see.
"What the-" he began to exclaim upon seeing a grin on the boy's face but was interrupted by Magnet's leg kicking him behind the knee. Zigzag tumbled to the floor and hit the end of a wooden bench, going unconscious. Caveman and Zero immediately ran to his side, checking for any serious injuries.
Magnet was standing within seconds, "I knew you wouldn't resist a chance to shoot me. I said I didn't want to shoot you, I lied." Before anyone could stop him he shot at the man with the stunned look plastered on his face and one leg in the air, as if in mid hop.
"You son-of-a-" and the rambling went on as the on-lookers gaped open-mouthed from Magnet to Mr. Sir.
"It can't hurt that much, I just nicked you on the arm," Magnet commented as though it were just a mere paper-cut. Though judging from the blood seeping through his sleeve it was more than a nick, although nothing fatal.
He snatched the gun from the floor and went over to the man. "This might hurt a little," he warned as he hit the man in the back of the neck with the gun. He had seen the action knock out tons of guys before, in movies. However he had never actually tried it.
Mr. Sir howled grabbing at his neck, "Opps. I guess I should have practiced that before-hand." He felt a bit sorry at first, but then remembered whom he was feeling sorry for. Needless to say, his sympathy didn't last long.
He didn't waste anymore time. He threw the extra gun to Squid, who luckily caught it. "I think you've truly gone insane. What the hell are you thinkin' throwin' me a loaded gun!"
"Never mind, just help me get Zig outta here and I'll explain everything later," he scooped up Zigzag's arms while Armpit and X-Ray grabbed a hold of his legs. The boys sped up upon hearing the groans of Mr. Sir and were soon out of the dining hall and into the desert.
"Now what are we gonna do? Do you have some sort of plan in mind?" Squid asked, looking over his shoulder the entire time, expecting Mr. Sir to be chasing after them. "Now look what you've got me doin'. I'm turnin' into Zig."
"Follow me to Mr. Sir's truck," Magnet directed, "We're getting out of here!"
"Shot gun!" X-Ray called, ecstatic about the idea of leaving the forsaken camp.
As soon as they reached the truck X-Ray noticed a major problem and moaned, "The doors are locked. How are we supposed to get that opened? We ain't got nothin' to jimmy the locks."
Magnet gently laid Zigzag's arms onto the ground and reached into his pockets. "Why don't we just use the keys?" He suggested innocently, jingling the keys and smiling at the expressions on everyone's faces.
"Where'd you get those?" Armpit asked.
"What can I tell ya, my hands are like magnets."
Author's Note: Sorry once again! I can't say it enough, I'm so terribly sorry for waiting so long to update this. Thank you so much to all you reviewers! You guys are too nice. So, it seems like Magnet has a plan, which will be revealed in the next chapter, and the liar thing will also be explained. If you guys aren't too mad at me, I'd really appreciate feedback on what you think. Gracias!
XOXOXO – Lilac Bloom
P.S. – Please don't be too mad at me, I'm so sorry for making everyone wait so long.