a/n: I know that the title makes no sense when you first read it, but it will later. Please r and r. After this I promise that things will go a bit faster...
Ch 10 The Roadrunner and the Coyote
"Ready!" calls Bethany.
I stand and walk into the kitchen, constantly turning to watch the TV. The reporter is now a girl:
"This just in, another casualty has occurred, dieing in the hospital, 28 year old Tanya has just been added to the growing death count, which is now up to five. This death count is from the robbery at Quik-E-Mart last night.
The store owner is among these many casualties. At the time he was the cashier. He died with his gun loaded and cocked. This robber had to have some nerve to attack a man with a .9 caliber gun, usually associated with cops."
"Hn," Sarah starts.
"Nerve?"
"More like iron steal guts!"
I interrupt. "Sarah, Kris, Bethany," I scold before Liz can enter.
"Sorry," the three harmonize.
"We did make a mess..." Liz trails.
"Yeah? So?" Sarah seems buzzed.
"Really! They deserve it!" Kris zooms around.
"But what about cops?" Bethany shoots, her snake like head closed, but staring at Sarah and Kris.
"Or Spider-man..." Liz adds.
Sarah and Kris stop midair and turn to Liz.
"What about Spider-man?" Sarah hisses.
"He stops people that do crimes. We were lucky he was late! What about next time?" Liz is panicked.
"Well Sarah?" Bethany shoots.
I bury my head in my flesh arms. How could they do this? I created equals, but these... arms, they fight, and attack. They have their own personalities...
"Otto?"
"Sorry."
"We'll stop."
"We promise."
And they always do that. They promise everything... but they always come through for me, on their word.
But they made me a criminal.
No, they're the criminals, they just happen to be attached to me. I'm not the bad guy, they're the criminals!
Liz sets food in front of me, inviting me.
It's toast, jam, and orange juice. It's not much, but I don't want much.
"Thanks," I'm thanking a criminal, and a friend.
Sarah and Kris curl around my shoulders. Bethany, however, zooms to the TV and Liz follows her. Sarah and Kris look over, curious.
Bethany switches through the channels and finds some cartoons. All four just stare. They're normally on Saturdays though, aren't they? Is that what day it is?
"Don't rot your intelligence with that!" I scold.
They giggle.
I start to laugh, "C'mon you four, cut it out."
"You can ignore it!"
"Please?"
Bethany stretches and lays on the couch like I did before.
Liz lies right in front of the TV, like a child.
I eat while watching what they switched on. It's the Roadrunner and the Coyote.
Coyote is putting some metal pellets in a pile of bird seed. He hopes that the magnet and skates he has will help him catch the roadrunner. Instead a truck comes by and he gets stuck to that. When he finally gets away from the truck he wipes some sweat away, but then is quickly hit by another truck.
My tentacles find him being in pain the funniest part. They're collecting data to analyze later. I underestimated their intelligence.
I finish breakfast and watch TV for a little longer before heading upstairs.
Bethany switches off the TV, much to Liz's displease, but both follow me, and then Sarah and Kris follows them.
I walk into my room and undress. I don't care about that anymore, no one can see me except for my tentacles, but who could they tell?
I throw my clothes on the bed and go to find some new ones. I put them on the corner of my bed and walk into the bathroom.
I quickly turn on the shower and adjust it.
I step in at the perfect temperature. The wounds sting, but they don't bleed so I'm not worried. I need to get clean, to clear away the blood that stains my hands.
The tentacles are bored; they simply get everything ready for when I emerge. They're clicking and whirring as they do so, communicating with each other, without me.
I don't mind. I need some time to myself, though that'll never happen now. I pour some thick shampoo and scrub it hard into my head. I get some in my eyes, but I don't cry out, I really don't care. I rinse it out and pick up the soap. I turn the water a little warmer, yet not unbearable, and I wash myself, careful not to open any wounds.
I wait until the soap disappears down the drain, and I plug the drain. I let the tub fill as I lie down on my back. When at the right level I turn the water off and relax.
I see the tentacles appear.
"It's relaxing," I answer to their silent question.
"Looks painful."
"Kind of weird too."
"But, it's what you like."
"Enjoy yourself."
Sarah and Kris glare at Bethany and Liz, then all four turn and leave, clicking and whirring.
I only stay in a bit longer before opening the drain and standing up.
I get out and dry off while they help, and then I re-bandage the wounds.
I walk out into the room and get dressed, allowing them to tear through the shirt. I guess I really got used to that now.
The whole time I noticed them clicking and whirring. They're formulating a plan, just like the Coyote.
a/n: so, what did you think? I hope you liked it! Please review!
Also I would like to say one thing to all of those who have kept up with my story, even if you don't review... THANK YOU!!!!!!!
Ch 10 The Roadrunner and the Coyote
"Ready!" calls Bethany.
I stand and walk into the kitchen, constantly turning to watch the TV. The reporter is now a girl:
"This just in, another casualty has occurred, dieing in the hospital, 28 year old Tanya has just been added to the growing death count, which is now up to five. This death count is from the robbery at Quik-E-Mart last night.
The store owner is among these many casualties. At the time he was the cashier. He died with his gun loaded and cocked. This robber had to have some nerve to attack a man with a .9 caliber gun, usually associated with cops."
"Hn," Sarah starts.
"Nerve?"
"More like iron steal guts!"
I interrupt. "Sarah, Kris, Bethany," I scold before Liz can enter.
"Sorry," the three harmonize.
"We did make a mess..." Liz trails.
"Yeah? So?" Sarah seems buzzed.
"Really! They deserve it!" Kris zooms around.
"But what about cops?" Bethany shoots, her snake like head closed, but staring at Sarah and Kris.
"Or Spider-man..." Liz adds.
Sarah and Kris stop midair and turn to Liz.
"What about Spider-man?" Sarah hisses.
"He stops people that do crimes. We were lucky he was late! What about next time?" Liz is panicked.
"Well Sarah?" Bethany shoots.
I bury my head in my flesh arms. How could they do this? I created equals, but these... arms, they fight, and attack. They have their own personalities...
"Otto?"
"Sorry."
"We'll stop."
"We promise."
And they always do that. They promise everything... but they always come through for me, on their word.
But they made me a criminal.
No, they're the criminals, they just happen to be attached to me. I'm not the bad guy, they're the criminals!
Liz sets food in front of me, inviting me.
It's toast, jam, and orange juice. It's not much, but I don't want much.
"Thanks," I'm thanking a criminal, and a friend.
Sarah and Kris curl around my shoulders. Bethany, however, zooms to the TV and Liz follows her. Sarah and Kris look over, curious.
Bethany switches through the channels and finds some cartoons. All four just stare. They're normally on Saturdays though, aren't they? Is that what day it is?
"Don't rot your intelligence with that!" I scold.
They giggle.
I start to laugh, "C'mon you four, cut it out."
"You can ignore it!"
"Please?"
Bethany stretches and lays on the couch like I did before.
Liz lies right in front of the TV, like a child.
I eat while watching what they switched on. It's the Roadrunner and the Coyote.
Coyote is putting some metal pellets in a pile of bird seed. He hopes that the magnet and skates he has will help him catch the roadrunner. Instead a truck comes by and he gets stuck to that. When he finally gets away from the truck he wipes some sweat away, but then is quickly hit by another truck.
My tentacles find him being in pain the funniest part. They're collecting data to analyze later. I underestimated their intelligence.
I finish breakfast and watch TV for a little longer before heading upstairs.
Bethany switches off the TV, much to Liz's displease, but both follow me, and then Sarah and Kris follows them.
I walk into my room and undress. I don't care about that anymore, no one can see me except for my tentacles, but who could they tell?
I throw my clothes on the bed and go to find some new ones. I put them on the corner of my bed and walk into the bathroom.
I quickly turn on the shower and adjust it.
I step in at the perfect temperature. The wounds sting, but they don't bleed so I'm not worried. I need to get clean, to clear away the blood that stains my hands.
The tentacles are bored; they simply get everything ready for when I emerge. They're clicking and whirring as they do so, communicating with each other, without me.
I don't mind. I need some time to myself, though that'll never happen now. I pour some thick shampoo and scrub it hard into my head. I get some in my eyes, but I don't cry out, I really don't care. I rinse it out and pick up the soap. I turn the water a little warmer, yet not unbearable, and I wash myself, careful not to open any wounds.
I wait until the soap disappears down the drain, and I plug the drain. I let the tub fill as I lie down on my back. When at the right level I turn the water off and relax.
I see the tentacles appear.
"It's relaxing," I answer to their silent question.
"Looks painful."
"Kind of weird too."
"But, it's what you like."
"Enjoy yourself."
Sarah and Kris glare at Bethany and Liz, then all four turn and leave, clicking and whirring.
I only stay in a bit longer before opening the drain and standing up.
I get out and dry off while they help, and then I re-bandage the wounds.
I walk out into the room and get dressed, allowing them to tear through the shirt. I guess I really got used to that now.
The whole time I noticed them clicking and whirring. They're formulating a plan, just like the Coyote.
a/n: so, what did you think? I hope you liked it! Please review!
Also I would like to say one thing to all of those who have kept up with my story, even if you don't review... THANK YOU!!!!!!!
