The Day The Humor Died, by NachoManLance
Disclaimer: The poof is still coming out of my wallet...so I still don't own the authors.
I'm making this up as I go, so my DLP friends might or might not appear in this chapter. Hey, if you think I'm good making it up as I go, look at my other stories....
IMPORTANT NOTE: The story is about Lance voluntarily leaving the clan for reasons such as jealousy and loneliness. THESE ARE NOT REAL REASONS! I repeat, THESE ARE NOT REAL REASONS!! I love the clan I'm in and I have no reason whatsoever to leave it, nor do I have the thoughts and feelings shared in this story.
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Another day, another heartbreak.
Just the kind of thing I get used to
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"Poor Talon-kun..."
Emerin and Sam walked past the hallway and eyed the door leading to Talon's room, which remained shut and locked for two straight days.
"Ever since Lance ran away he's been holding himself up without food or water." Sam said, shaking his head.
"You don't think he'll..."
"No way. Too much honor in him." Sam dismissed.
"Not the way he's been acting lately." Emerin shrugged, walking down the stairs with Sam. Nueva passed them on the way up, a plate of food in her hand. She stopped in front of Talon's door and knocked.
"Otooto-chan?"
No reply came from the other side of the door.
"It's Nueva-chan. I have dinner."
"I want to be alone." said a dragging voice inside.
"Talon, I've just about had it." Nueva raised her voice, "You are not to blame for Lance's disappearance. We are all at fault and it's our responcibility to bring him back!"
She let her words hang in the air for a few moments before The door creaked slowyl open by two inches. Talon appeared behind it, looking very miserable and sleepless. "Did you see the look he gave me, Nueva-chan?" he said in a drowling voice.
"We all did, Talon-kun." Nueva said calmly.
"If you knew...if you knew how much pain I had caused him, you would be in this room with me. Thinking of nothing but...but dark things."
Before Nueva could protest Super Hurricane came running up the stairs with a phone in his hand. He seemed confused about something.
"You have a phone call, Nueva."
Nueva turned and raised her eyebrow. "I do? Who?
"I don't know.."
::::Half an Hour Later::::
"I hereby call this emergency clan meeting into order." Taro announced, getting things in order.
Everyone in the house (including Talon) had sat themselves in the living room, waiting patiently for news of the disappearance. That's all that was being talked about ever since Lance left, so it could only mean that this meeting had some news about it.
"We have received a call from Lance's first virtual family from Dreamland Park virtual chat. They will be coming to stay with us and help look for Lance." Taro announced. "I want you all to welcome our guests with great care and respect, for Lance is more important to them than we think."
"When will they be here Taro?" Silver asked.
"They said they should arrive around two days from now," he answered, "They have been travelling a long distance ever since they heard of Lance's disappearance. At the time being, their care comes first."
"Who are they again?" asked Super Hurricane, a little unaware of the news.
Taro sighed, and repeated. "They are two of Lance's older siblings from his old community in Dreamland Park. The first is Mantodea, and the other is named FerretGirl. They said that they might pick up another friend of Lance's, so I want three of the guest rooms to be prepared by two days time."
The clan slowly nodded their heads. Taro turned to Talon and gave him a look of determination. "We are going to find Lance. No matter what."
Talon looked up at Taro, nodding his head.
"As for now," said Taro, turning his attention back to the clan, "I want two people to stand by for phone calls in case we get a glimpse at him. Silver, Lucia, you two will handle that."
"You got it." they said in unison.
"Sam, SH, I need you to call our old friends from FF.Net. Tell them to be on the lookout."
"We have it covered." Sam smirked, saluting British-style.
"As for the rest of you," Taro smiled, "Pray."
::::Meanwhile, 20 miles away on a empty highway::::
A single teenager roamed the side of the I-95 freeway, hefting his backpack up on his shoulders and coughing. His shoulders ached, and his cold was getting worse. His backpack was heavy from the overpacked food and drinks, it weighed almost half of his weight alone. The moon above him was his only guiding light.
He had been gone for nearly three days from his old life, starting anew. He knew he wasn't needed there... there was too many signs proving it. He hated it all. His room, his stories, his own clan. He finally had to face reality and leave it behind. That wasn't his place. No, where he belonged was somewhere where is work is actually credited.
A charter bus appeared on the far side of the freeway in front of him. Immediatly the teenager dropped his backpack and signalled the bus. The bus rolled on behind him, finally stopping a few yards away. He reluctantly climbed aboard, sitting himself on the seat nearest to the front. The whole bus empty except for one woman in the back row, who was sleeping. The driver, a man with a kind face and feel, turned to him and smiled.
"Running from home?"
Lance turned and met the driver. "No," he said, "I'm on my way to my mother's."
The driver chuckled. "Whatever you say, kid. Where to?"
"Seattle, please." Lance answered after thinking for a few short seconds. The driver nodded and stepped on the gas, moving the bus forward.
Lance dug into his backpack and pulled out a portable CD player. Inside was a Fountains of Wayne CD, the only music that has helped him through these times. He set the headphones over his ears and leaned back in his seat, hoping for a decent night's sleep.
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Chapter Two Song: "Hold On" by Limp Bizkit
Disclaimer: The poof is still coming out of my wallet...so I still don't own the authors.
I'm making this up as I go, so my DLP friends might or might not appear in this chapter. Hey, if you think I'm good making it up as I go, look at my other stories....
IMPORTANT NOTE: The story is about Lance voluntarily leaving the clan for reasons such as jealousy and loneliness. THESE ARE NOT REAL REASONS! I repeat, THESE ARE NOT REAL REASONS!! I love the clan I'm in and I have no reason whatsoever to leave it, nor do I have the thoughts and feelings shared in this story.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Another day, another heartbreak.
Just the kind of thing I get used to
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"Poor Talon-kun..."
Emerin and Sam walked past the hallway and eyed the door leading to Talon's room, which remained shut and locked for two straight days.
"Ever since Lance ran away he's been holding himself up without food or water." Sam said, shaking his head.
"You don't think he'll..."
"No way. Too much honor in him." Sam dismissed.
"Not the way he's been acting lately." Emerin shrugged, walking down the stairs with Sam. Nueva passed them on the way up, a plate of food in her hand. She stopped in front of Talon's door and knocked.
"Otooto-chan?"
No reply came from the other side of the door.
"It's Nueva-chan. I have dinner."
"I want to be alone." said a dragging voice inside.
"Talon, I've just about had it." Nueva raised her voice, "You are not to blame for Lance's disappearance. We are all at fault and it's our responcibility to bring him back!"
She let her words hang in the air for a few moments before The door creaked slowyl open by two inches. Talon appeared behind it, looking very miserable and sleepless. "Did you see the look he gave me, Nueva-chan?" he said in a drowling voice.
"We all did, Talon-kun." Nueva said calmly.
"If you knew...if you knew how much pain I had caused him, you would be in this room with me. Thinking of nothing but...but dark things."
Before Nueva could protest Super Hurricane came running up the stairs with a phone in his hand. He seemed confused about something.
"You have a phone call, Nueva."
Nueva turned and raised her eyebrow. "I do? Who?
"I don't know.."
::::Half an Hour Later::::
"I hereby call this emergency clan meeting into order." Taro announced, getting things in order.
Everyone in the house (including Talon) had sat themselves in the living room, waiting patiently for news of the disappearance. That's all that was being talked about ever since Lance left, so it could only mean that this meeting had some news about it.
"We have received a call from Lance's first virtual family from Dreamland Park virtual chat. They will be coming to stay with us and help look for Lance." Taro announced. "I want you all to welcome our guests with great care and respect, for Lance is more important to them than we think."
"When will they be here Taro?" Silver asked.
"They said they should arrive around two days from now," he answered, "They have been travelling a long distance ever since they heard of Lance's disappearance. At the time being, their care comes first."
"Who are they again?" asked Super Hurricane, a little unaware of the news.
Taro sighed, and repeated. "They are two of Lance's older siblings from his old community in Dreamland Park. The first is Mantodea, and the other is named FerretGirl. They said that they might pick up another friend of Lance's, so I want three of the guest rooms to be prepared by two days time."
The clan slowly nodded their heads. Taro turned to Talon and gave him a look of determination. "We are going to find Lance. No matter what."
Talon looked up at Taro, nodding his head.
"As for now," said Taro, turning his attention back to the clan, "I want two people to stand by for phone calls in case we get a glimpse at him. Silver, Lucia, you two will handle that."
"You got it." they said in unison.
"Sam, SH, I need you to call our old friends from FF.Net. Tell them to be on the lookout."
"We have it covered." Sam smirked, saluting British-style.
"As for the rest of you," Taro smiled, "Pray."
::::Meanwhile, 20 miles away on a empty highway::::
A single teenager roamed the side of the I-95 freeway, hefting his backpack up on his shoulders and coughing. His shoulders ached, and his cold was getting worse. His backpack was heavy from the overpacked food and drinks, it weighed almost half of his weight alone. The moon above him was his only guiding light.
He had been gone for nearly three days from his old life, starting anew. He knew he wasn't needed there... there was too many signs proving it. He hated it all. His room, his stories, his own clan. He finally had to face reality and leave it behind. That wasn't his place. No, where he belonged was somewhere where is work is actually credited.
A charter bus appeared on the far side of the freeway in front of him. Immediatly the teenager dropped his backpack and signalled the bus. The bus rolled on behind him, finally stopping a few yards away. He reluctantly climbed aboard, sitting himself on the seat nearest to the front. The whole bus empty except for one woman in the back row, who was sleeping. The driver, a man with a kind face and feel, turned to him and smiled.
"Running from home?"
Lance turned and met the driver. "No," he said, "I'm on my way to my mother's."
The driver chuckled. "Whatever you say, kid. Where to?"
"Seattle, please." Lance answered after thinking for a few short seconds. The driver nodded and stepped on the gas, moving the bus forward.
Lance dug into his backpack and pulled out a portable CD player. Inside was a Fountains of Wayne CD, the only music that has helped him through these times. He set the headphones over his ears and leaned back in his seat, hoping for a decent night's sleep.
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Chapter Two Song: "Hold On" by Limp Bizkit