Hi Ho Der Buddies! I'm really sorry I took so long to update, but...guess
what!?!? FINALS ARE OVER! YIPPEE!!!! *jumps for joy* And, I have straight
A's! *jumps for joy but falls down like that kid at the end of Newsies*
without further ado, chapter20:
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"S-Spot? Is that you?" Race stuttered as a figure emerged from the shadows.
"It's him alright, but, what's wrong with him?" said Jack, noticing the way Spot looked.
Spot's skin was an odd, pasty color. His head hung low and his shoulder's drooped. He looked up at the boys to reveal a face completely helpless; all hope was derived from his features, his limp hair now framed a profile that held complete misery. His eyes, most of all though, had become a black hole; their feeling that could make your knees buckle at one stare had left them. Now they were only a home to thoughts of pain and torture.
"Umm, Spot, wh-where's Randy?" mumbled David, a little scared at the overpowering mask that had now engulfed what had once been the proud, defiant, and cocky being that had been Spot Conlon's self, and transformed it into a bleak, lost, and soul-less body.
"She's gone." he said, his voice lost in the void of endless torment.
"What do you mean gone?" Jack said, scared himself of this total change in Spot.
"What else could 'gone' mean?" scoffed Spot, his voice full of scorn. But the boys could tell that underneath the thin layer of disdain, there was a see of agony, fresh wounds were being beaten upon and drowned in salty tears.
Jack began to open his mouth to say something when Spot cut him off. "And do you know why she is gone?" The boys gulped nervously, not knowing what in the world to say, but fortunately, Spot broke in again. "It's because I left her. I was a coward and gave meself up and left her there to die. But," suddenly his voice became weak, and it was certain that he wasn't really talking to them anymore. "what was I supposed to do? I was trapped, and I wasn't strong, but. . . . . .she was. She held true to me and saved me life. Why . . . . . . . WHY!" Spot screamed, making the boys jump out of their skins. "Why was I so friggin spineless!?!? She put herself on the line and what did I do!?!? I LEFT HER! I LEFT HER ALL ALONE TO DIE!"
Jack tentatively took a step forward and placed a hand on Spot's shoulder shakily. Spot's head jerked around and stared at Jack confusedly. "Spot, you need to tell us where Randy is. We're going to go find her, ok?" His voice was calm and he was speaking to Spot gently, as though he would speak to a small child. Fortunately, Spot didn't notice, but rather Jack's voice soothed him in some way. He blinked at Jack, and then tried to drink in what he just said. "No."
"What?" Jack said, staring at him bewildered.
"I said no. I will not tell you where she is." Spot was staring at Jack with a blank expression, his eyes still lifeless and cold.
"But, Spot, why not?" David said, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"You think I'm going to make her death even more final then it already is?"
"Spot, listen to me, we have to know where she is, we can save her." Jack said, still in the same calming way.
"No! You listen to me! If I tell you where she is, do you know what will happen!?!? She'll die, and I will have been the one to kill her! Her blood already lays on me hands and if I tell you where she is it will only flow deeper!" Spot said.
Jack was a little dumfounded, not just because he had no idea what Spot was talking about, but because this was one of the most profound things Spot had ever said. He was trying his best to understand what Spot meant, but he really didn't know what had happened. "Spot, please, just tell me what went on. At least tell me that." His eyes pleaded with Spot's, praying for just a little understanding.
"Fine, you want to know what happened, I'll tell you what happened. All they wanted was to get Randy. . . .and to hurt her. She gave up herself, just to save me! I tried to stop her, but I didn't have a choice! I DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE! Now I'm here all alone while some guy has his way with her and then kills her. That, that is what happened."
Jack was startled, blown back by what Spot had said, but he remained calm and tried to reason with Spot as best he could. "Spot, you need to tell us where she is."
"What!? Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you one little thing." said Spot in a cold, cynical voice. "If I tell you where she is, they'll murder her."
"Spot, you still need to tell us where she is." said Jack, getting shocked and confused glances from all around. But, strangely enough, he was thinking clearly. "Spot, tell me something, would you rather die then live without the person you love most."
Spot was a little confused, but still thought about it for a minute. "Yes, I would."
"Ok," said Jack, thankful that progress was being made. "and you love randy more than anything else, right?"
Spot gulped, closing his eyes in sadness. "Yes, I do." he whispered.
"Ok, do you think she feels the same as you do?" Jack asked, his final question stinging Spot's heart.
Spot opened his eyes slowly, thinking of Randy reluctantly. The way her hair would bounce smoothly as she swung his hand up and down, his fingers intertwined with her own. He thought of the way her kisses made him tingle, and when he would wrap his arms around her he could feel her shiver happily. He thought of the way she would scan Tibby's, then, as she found him her eyes would light up and her smile stretch across her face. "Yes." he murmured, softly but confidently.
Jack smiled and put his hand back on Spot's shoulder. "Then we have to find her. If we find her, and, and she gets. . . . killed, then at least it will be better than being tortured in a life without you."
Spot was so scared, he was terrified. Even if what Jack was saying was true, and Randy would rather die than be with him, he could never live with himself if he was the reason she was killed. But if they didn't go, she didn't even have a chance of real survival, Venom was likely to kill her anyway.
He slowly took a step forward, then another, then he was running. He could hear the boys following him and he yelled back to them. "It's this way, try and keep up!" He still wasn't sure if this was right, but this was what he was doing, for life, and for love. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey, I was going to keep going, but this seemed like a good place to end the chapter. So, forgive me if the next chapter is a little short. Also, I am trying, and PRAYING to break the 100 review thing, so PLEASE REVIEW! If I do break one hundred I will take a whole chapter to do shout outs to ALL OF YOU. lol I've never been that great with shout outs, but that might be because I've never done them. So please, it doesn't have to be long, just say a few words and click send, that's all it takes. Plus, the more reviews I get, the more I really want to update! So please review, you guys rock me world! Swing Hial.
~~Randy~~
"S-Spot? Is that you?" Race stuttered as a figure emerged from the shadows.
"It's him alright, but, what's wrong with him?" said Jack, noticing the way Spot looked.
Spot's skin was an odd, pasty color. His head hung low and his shoulder's drooped. He looked up at the boys to reveal a face completely helpless; all hope was derived from his features, his limp hair now framed a profile that held complete misery. His eyes, most of all though, had become a black hole; their feeling that could make your knees buckle at one stare had left them. Now they were only a home to thoughts of pain and torture.
"Umm, Spot, wh-where's Randy?" mumbled David, a little scared at the overpowering mask that had now engulfed what had once been the proud, defiant, and cocky being that had been Spot Conlon's self, and transformed it into a bleak, lost, and soul-less body.
"She's gone." he said, his voice lost in the void of endless torment.
"What do you mean gone?" Jack said, scared himself of this total change in Spot.
"What else could 'gone' mean?" scoffed Spot, his voice full of scorn. But the boys could tell that underneath the thin layer of disdain, there was a see of agony, fresh wounds were being beaten upon and drowned in salty tears.
Jack began to open his mouth to say something when Spot cut him off. "And do you know why she is gone?" The boys gulped nervously, not knowing what in the world to say, but fortunately, Spot broke in again. "It's because I left her. I was a coward and gave meself up and left her there to die. But," suddenly his voice became weak, and it was certain that he wasn't really talking to them anymore. "what was I supposed to do? I was trapped, and I wasn't strong, but. . . . . .she was. She held true to me and saved me life. Why . . . . . . . WHY!" Spot screamed, making the boys jump out of their skins. "Why was I so friggin spineless!?!? She put herself on the line and what did I do!?!? I LEFT HER! I LEFT HER ALL ALONE TO DIE!"
Jack tentatively took a step forward and placed a hand on Spot's shoulder shakily. Spot's head jerked around and stared at Jack confusedly. "Spot, you need to tell us where Randy is. We're going to go find her, ok?" His voice was calm and he was speaking to Spot gently, as though he would speak to a small child. Fortunately, Spot didn't notice, but rather Jack's voice soothed him in some way. He blinked at Jack, and then tried to drink in what he just said. "No."
"What?" Jack said, staring at him bewildered.
"I said no. I will not tell you where she is." Spot was staring at Jack with a blank expression, his eyes still lifeless and cold.
"But, Spot, why not?" David said, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"You think I'm going to make her death even more final then it already is?"
"Spot, listen to me, we have to know where she is, we can save her." Jack said, still in the same calming way.
"No! You listen to me! If I tell you where she is, do you know what will happen!?!? She'll die, and I will have been the one to kill her! Her blood already lays on me hands and if I tell you where she is it will only flow deeper!" Spot said.
Jack was a little dumfounded, not just because he had no idea what Spot was talking about, but because this was one of the most profound things Spot had ever said. He was trying his best to understand what Spot meant, but he really didn't know what had happened. "Spot, please, just tell me what went on. At least tell me that." His eyes pleaded with Spot's, praying for just a little understanding.
"Fine, you want to know what happened, I'll tell you what happened. All they wanted was to get Randy. . . .and to hurt her. She gave up herself, just to save me! I tried to stop her, but I didn't have a choice! I DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE! Now I'm here all alone while some guy has his way with her and then kills her. That, that is what happened."
Jack was startled, blown back by what Spot had said, but he remained calm and tried to reason with Spot as best he could. "Spot, you need to tell us where she is."
"What!? Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you one little thing." said Spot in a cold, cynical voice. "If I tell you where she is, they'll murder her."
"Spot, you still need to tell us where she is." said Jack, getting shocked and confused glances from all around. But, strangely enough, he was thinking clearly. "Spot, tell me something, would you rather die then live without the person you love most."
Spot was a little confused, but still thought about it for a minute. "Yes, I would."
"Ok," said Jack, thankful that progress was being made. "and you love randy more than anything else, right?"
Spot gulped, closing his eyes in sadness. "Yes, I do." he whispered.
"Ok, do you think she feels the same as you do?" Jack asked, his final question stinging Spot's heart.
Spot opened his eyes slowly, thinking of Randy reluctantly. The way her hair would bounce smoothly as she swung his hand up and down, his fingers intertwined with her own. He thought of the way her kisses made him tingle, and when he would wrap his arms around her he could feel her shiver happily. He thought of the way she would scan Tibby's, then, as she found him her eyes would light up and her smile stretch across her face. "Yes." he murmured, softly but confidently.
Jack smiled and put his hand back on Spot's shoulder. "Then we have to find her. If we find her, and, and she gets. . . . killed, then at least it will be better than being tortured in a life without you."
Spot was so scared, he was terrified. Even if what Jack was saying was true, and Randy would rather die than be with him, he could never live with himself if he was the reason she was killed. But if they didn't go, she didn't even have a chance of real survival, Venom was likely to kill her anyway.
He slowly took a step forward, then another, then he was running. He could hear the boys following him and he yelled back to them. "It's this way, try and keep up!" He still wasn't sure if this was right, but this was what he was doing, for life, and for love. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey, I was going to keep going, but this seemed like a good place to end the chapter. So, forgive me if the next chapter is a little short. Also, I am trying, and PRAYING to break the 100 review thing, so PLEASE REVIEW! If I do break one hundred I will take a whole chapter to do shout outs to ALL OF YOU. lol I've never been that great with shout outs, but that might be because I've never done them. So please, it doesn't have to be long, just say a few words and click send, that's all it takes. Plus, the more reviews I get, the more I really want to update! So please review, you guys rock me world! Swing Hial.
~~Randy~~