Chapter Four
Bobby was asleep when Jim burst through the entrance of their underground home. Austin watched as Jim stomped past, glaring at them on his way.
"Meeting room," he snarled.
Mark and Austin sighed, and walked into the hallway. Austin was dragging Bobby by his tail. It wasn't like anything they could do was going to wake him up. Lilian was curled up in the corner of the meeting room, and Elizabeth was scribbling in her journal. Mark joined the area above Austin's head, and Bobby was poured into a chair, still sleeping.
The chairs and table began to shake, Bobby's most violently. The purple-haired man's teeth were clenched, his eyes narrow and threatening.
"You all know the rules," he growled.
There were many rules.
"And one of those rules is..."
"If you abandon, you don't come back."
Jim began to walk around the room, Bobby's chair unscrewing itself and coming apart, levitating into the air. The lizard-boy woke from feeling his stable foundation disappear. He shrieked loudly, sending a jet of fire into the air. He struggled until he slid out of Jim's uncomplete hold, and the chair shattered into splinters, hovering in a sphere at the center of the room.
"If you come back."
Jim's blue eyes narrowed even more, and the sphere compressed itself into a ball about five inches in diameter. Bobby ran over to Lilian and jumped behind her metal body. Her tail wrapped around him to give him comfort.
"You die."
The ball shrunk even more, three inches in diameter.
"A traitor is in Vegas."
Elizabeth removed her hat, her hair covering half of her face like it always did. She grabbed the table, trying to keep it steady with no success. Jim's eyes began to glow, and Lilian's spines turned into tentacles, grabbing the ankles of all at the table. Bobby whimpered and entangled his tail with Lilian's. She cooed as softly as she could. It would be over soon.
"And his name is...."
The empty chairs lifted into the air and unscrewed, the parts floating around the man at the end of the room with glowing eyes. Suddenly, the pieces of the chairs flew into the wall, making indentions in the dirt before falling to the ground.
"LANCE ALVERS!"
Bobby was asleep when Jim burst through the entrance of their underground home. Austin watched as Jim stomped past, glaring at them on his way.
"Meeting room," he snarled.
Mark and Austin sighed, and walked into the hallway. Austin was dragging Bobby by his tail. It wasn't like anything they could do was going to wake him up. Lilian was curled up in the corner of the meeting room, and Elizabeth was scribbling in her journal. Mark joined the area above Austin's head, and Bobby was poured into a chair, still sleeping.
The chairs and table began to shake, Bobby's most violently. The purple-haired man's teeth were clenched, his eyes narrow and threatening.
"You all know the rules," he growled.
There were many rules.
"And one of those rules is..."
"If you abandon, you don't come back."
Jim began to walk around the room, Bobby's chair unscrewing itself and coming apart, levitating into the air. The lizard-boy woke from feeling his stable foundation disappear. He shrieked loudly, sending a jet of fire into the air. He struggled until he slid out of Jim's uncomplete hold, and the chair shattered into splinters, hovering in a sphere at the center of the room.
"If you come back."
Jim's blue eyes narrowed even more, and the sphere compressed itself into a ball about five inches in diameter. Bobby ran over to Lilian and jumped behind her metal body. Her tail wrapped around him to give him comfort.
"You die."
The ball shrunk even more, three inches in diameter.
"A traitor is in Vegas."
Elizabeth removed her hat, her hair covering half of her face like it always did. She grabbed the table, trying to keep it steady with no success. Jim's eyes began to glow, and Lilian's spines turned into tentacles, grabbing the ankles of all at the table. Bobby whimpered and entangled his tail with Lilian's. She cooed as softly as she could. It would be over soon.
"And his name is...."
The empty chairs lifted into the air and unscrewed, the parts floating around the man at the end of the room with glowing eyes. Suddenly, the pieces of the chairs flew into the wall, making indentions in the dirt before falling to the ground.
"LANCE ALVERS!"