Blind Dates
By Jesus Freak
Disclaimer: I finally figured out how to get italics to transfer. Actually, it was Zenin, a friend of mine and (hopefully) proud author of Somewhere Over the Rainbow, More That What It Seems, and Altered Destinies. On with the story.
This chapter is dedicated to: Zenin! (Eustice… Inside joke)
The Life grinned. Sakura shuttered and Syaoran scowled. "You're a dirty rotten stinkin' sneaky cheater, you know that," Syaoran glared.
"Why, thank you!" It exclaimed. "Now, if you would please stop stalling for time trying to think of a plan and attack! I don't have all day." The little thing casually produced a butterfly from his paw. It landed on Sakura. She giggled happily. Suddenly, the butterfly bared its teeth, which were fangs.
Sakura screamed and dropped the butterfly. It's fangs now hung out of its mouth, dripping with blood. Sakura's blood. It had bitten her when she dropped it.
"Ahh, I would like you to meet my accomplice, The Fang. You are now completely under my control, now that I have your blood," The Life grinned evilly. "I think I'll torture you. Lucky it's only two of you."
Electricity crackled over The Life and The Fang's skin. The air around them grew very hot and their bodies began to stretch and remold. Their horrible screams pierced the air. Finally, it was done.
There stood a perfect in every single aspect, not a hair out of place, a copy of Sakura and Syaoran. "Ta ta! We'll be back later," The Life said, perfectly imitating Sakura's voice. "The only way out is using these items. Four times"
Four items appeared and the replica's disappeared. The items included: A saw, a piano, a baseball bat, and table. The dry, barren land around them melded into a large metal room with no doors or windows.
"How the heck is this stuff going to get us out of here?" Syaoran shouted at the wall. (Let's see if you can figure out four ways to get out of the room, non-logical, before I make them. Also, some one asked me what happened to the soccer team. They walked away because practice was over. Thanks.)
Of course, no answer came. They sat there and thought and thought and thought until their heads hurt. No answer came to them, but Syaoran did try to saw through the wall, which didn't work.
"Hey! Maybe… no, that's too non-logical. But I might as well try," Sakura exclaimed. She stood up and picked up the bat. "Three strikes and your out." She swung the bat three times and then, a third of the door appeared.
"Good going!" Syaoran gave her a quick kiss, then was struck by lightning. Not literally. He picked up the saw and sawed the table in half. "Two half's make a hole." Another part of the door appeared.
Another quick kiss accompanied Syaoran's victory. Now they sat in silence until Sakura sat up suddenly. "Of course!" She ran around the room until she collapsed. "I ran around the room until I wore myself out!"
The final part of the door appeared, all they needed was the key. "All we need is the key… Wait! The key, as in piano key!" Syaoran shouted. He jumped up and started to play the piano until one of them came off.
It was black now, being unleashed by Syaoran. It started spinning around and around until it became just a black blob, then it stopped. Just like that.
It clattered to the floor. "A Trib Card Key! Just like the Star Key!" And so it was. Sakura picked it up and walked slowly to the door. It fit snugly in the lock. The door swung open, revealing a man in a jester's suit, very similar to The Erase.
"Riddle me this, riddle me that. I'm the riddle so figure me out," It laughed, jumping around the room.
"Answer my riddle correctly, and I will come freely. Answer wrongly, you get but one more chance to answer another. If that answered wrongly too, attack I will," It sang.
"Who takes the first riddle?"
Sakura stepped forward. "I will!"
"Excellent. How do you make an elephant float?"
Sakura answered immediately. "But it in some root beer and ice cream."
"Good, good. I always go easy on the first. Now, you boy, will have it harder." It smirked and gave Syaoran the riddle.
Cliffhanger, sort of. So, neohowler, of you read this, was that cliché? I doubt it. And it will get even more original later! R&R please! Jesus Freak signing out!^_~!