Dun.... Dun.... Dundun.... Dun.... Dundun.... dundundundun! I looked up from painting
my toenails to my communicator that was resting on my desk. I stood up
slowly, so not to smudge the fresh paint on my nails and hobbled stiff
leggedly over and picked it up. And right before it tolled the death march
again, I flipped it open.
"Naomi? Ok, so there's a situation Arrow River." Then the blankness of the screen took place where Robins had previously been.
My god, dose no one say "hello" or "goodbye" anymore? I think Robin is still upset with me. We really haven't spoken much lately. I set the trinket down and hopped over to the window.
Wait, do I need my boots? I'll get the polish all over them! I could just wear sandals.... Or go barefoot. Could I go barefoot? Its not like I ever walk anywhere anymore.
Oh yeah, emergency at the river, right. Gotta go to that. I picked up some dirty socks that I had worn yesterday off my carpet and tugged them onto my feet, completely screwing up my pedicure, but oh well.
My quick strides brought me to my open window that seems pointless to ever shut and literally jumped out. I smiled as I got the thrill of falling, and then pulled up a few feet from the ground. The simple pleasures of life. I flew in the direction of the river. I knew where it was, we all went intertubing there once, but I didn't go in the water of course.
I'm not even sure why I haven't told my friends about my hydrophobia, its just.... embarrassing. Naomi's scared of a little water! It sounds so pathetic in my mind. I lost myself in my thoughts until I heard the roar of water below. I cringed as I looked down at the ragging waters; it was defiantly calmer when we had gone last month.
Now it looked like a watery serpent, winding and crashing in the land below. I cautiously glided to the ground, where a small crowd of rescue officers and an ambulance stood, watching something intently. I landed on the muddy bank, looking around for my comrades, but they were nowhere to be seen.
I tapped one of the paramedics on the shoulder. He gasped and sun around like I had been about to attack him. I suppose that line of work may make you a little paranoid.
"Hi, I got a message to come here, what's wrong?" He looked to me and his shoulders relaxed a little. He pointed to the crashing river. A sporty red car was lodged between two boulders that were sticking up out of the water.
A little boys face was mashed up against the window, as he screamed for us to help him. The car was flooding fast! The water was already at his chin! He saw me and banged his fists on the window and screamed that he couldn't breath.
"His babysitter escaped from the car, we found her down stream. She's in critical care though. Nasty rapids, huh?" The paramedic yelled over the roar of water. The whole crowd saw me and everyone relaxed. One even smiled and asked another paramedic if their children were well.
Oh, I see how it is. It was all okey dokey now. Naomi's here to swoop in and save the day. If she saves the little boy quick enough, there will be time for tea and bagels. Only one problem. Naomi doesn't like water. I looked stupidly at the water.
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Save him!" The paramedic yelled as if I had gone completely insane. I took a few steps toward the water. I shuddered as the icy spray of the churning rapids soaked my face. My knees locked, my very breath stopped. I stood there, hypnotized by the very thing that frightened me the most.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the thick dark waters. The water in the car had risen so high, that the boy's screams were now bubbles erupting from his mouth. The bystanders started yelling for me to save him, asking why I stopped.
"I.... I cant!!" I yelled, covering my ears to block out there cries and the roar of water. I sank to my knees in the muddy bank.
The small crowd realized that something was wrong and began to freak, running around like chickens with there heads chopped off. I looked to the car and saw the little boy had stopped screaming was swaying dreamily in the water, his dustily brown hair sweeping side to side as the car shook from the pull of the rapids. His eyes glazed as he stared at me unfocused.
Oh god no.... I killed him. I murdered a little boy. I'm a killer. No.
Then a blur rocketed past me. Robin! He took a flying leap and landed directly on the car. The impact of his jump loosened the car from the boulders and sent the car crashing downstream as Robin kept his balance on top. He used his own fist to smash open one of the windows and dragged the unconscious boy out on top of the car with him.
I jumped up and ran down the side of the river, trying to keep up with the fastly moving car. Robin picked up the boy and waited for an opportunity to jump to the bank. And when he did, I was right there to meet him. I immediately took the boy from him and laid him flat on his back. The paramedics ran over and began to perform CPR on him.
He spluttered out river water and cried out. Even though it was a terrified cry, it was a beautiful cry. The cry of life. Robin struggled to catch hid breath as I helped load the boy into the warm ambulance where he would get a heavy blanket and dry cloths. Even thought they didn't ask, the paramedics gave me weird looks, wondering why I didn't rescue the boy.
I ignored them and waited until I was sure that he would be okay before walking back over to Robin. We silently turned and started walking towards the car, that had to be parked a long distance away form the river.
"So, you want to tell me what happened back there?" Robin asked in his "it's no big deal that you screwed up" voice.
It had all happened so fast. 60 seconds is all it took for Robin to be a hero and me to fuck up.
"I don't know... I just choked I guess." He stopped suddenly and turned to face me, frowning slightly.
"Naomi, don't fuck around. I've never seen you "just chock" when someone is in danger. Want to tell me the truth?"
I looked to him and sighed, he could always get the truth out of me.
"Well... you know..." I looked to the ground and kicked a small rock on the path, "You know how I once fell into a river.... and ever since then... I hate water."
I felt so incredibly stupid. I must honestly be the stupidest person alive. Except for Ice.
"Ohhhhhh." Robins said as if he had found last piece of a jigsaw puzzle, "Ohhhhh, I get it. That's why you never swim with us. And only take showers, not baths. Or-"
"Yeah, I get it." I grumbled. He smiled at me,
"Listen, its no big deal. We all have things that were scared of. You're actually lucky; you're frightened of a physical object. Some fears are more complicated."
"What are you frightened of?" I asked interestedly.
"Failing."
"Wow. That is a hard one." I looked to him, wondering if he was still mad at me for the Jinx thing.
"Robin, I've been such a-"
"Yeah me to."
"Can you forgive me?"
"If you can forgive me." I smiled, I really love Robin. No, not that kind of love. The love you have for your brother. We finally got to the car.
"Cyborg gonna kill you if you get all that mud in his 'little baby'," he commented, gesturing to my muddy state. I looked down and saw my muddy knees and shoes.
"Yeah, I will certainly be murdered in a most unpleasant way."
"And I'm not going back to the tower," He said unlocking to door, "I have to go with Star to some meeting."
"Fine then, I'll just fly home so I don't dirty Cyborgs car and you and Star can go on your daaaaate!!" The tips of his ears reddened slightly.
"Its not a date. It a meeting with the Security Board. But..." He smiled sheepishly, "We are going to a restraunt afterwards."
"Oh, go Robin. What restraunt? Chucky Cheeses?" He stared at me,
"What the hell is a Chucky Cheese?"
I remembered the sad fact that Chucky Cheeses no longer existed.
"Never mind wonder boy. Just have fun on your date." Then we went our separate ways.
I pranced up to the main door of the tower, feeling happier than I had felt in days. I noticed a small yellow sticky note stuck on the door. I plucked it off and scanned the sloppy writing.
Dear everyone,
Cy and I left to go to a stripper's bar. Back whenever the chicks put
their shirts back on. Ha ha ha. That was a joke. Actually are at an
arcade. Or are we?
BB
I laughed as I pocketed the note. I shook my head as I entered the tower. So, no Beastboy, Cyborg, Robin, and Starfire. It's just me and a dark little bird.
"Raven?" I looked around for any signs of my depressed chum. I groaned and entered the elevator.
This is the one thing I hate about the tower. You have to scream your lungs out to find anyone. I went up level-by-level, sticking my head out and calling for Raven, but by the ninth level I gave up and assumed she went out with Seth or something.
I scratched my arm and mud flaked off. Wow, I am one dirty girl. Shower time for Naomi. I passed my room on the way to the bath room and quickly stopped off in there to grabbed a change of cloths and my new sun kissed raspberries shampoo and conditioner.
I'm not a big fan of raspberries but whatever. I locked the bathroom door behind me and stripped my dirty cloths. I turned on the water tabs of the shower and waited for it to warm up. I shivered and looked longingly to the shower, is it warm yet? I reached out my arm and felt the water.
OW!! Ow, ok it is to hot! I adjusted the knobs until it was comfortably warm. I stepped in and sighed in contentment as the water warmed my body.
I squeezed the shampoo into my palm and worked through my hair. I smelled the foam. Hey, maybe raspberries do smell kinda nice. I hope Beastboy likes it. I let the shampoo sit in my hair so the sent will cling longer. Then I rinsed. I looked down to my body and critically looked it over.
I wonder of Beastboy thinks about my body. I think about his body, I bet its perfect. Unlike mine, which is completely- I yelped in surprise.
The warm water was suddenly icy cold. I jumped out and found the floor to be just as chilled.
"What the hell?!?" I reached out and touched the wall. It was freezing to the touch. My breath came out in misty puffs of steam. Someone was freezing the- oh my fucking god. It's like a nightmare that never ends. It's Ice.
I was completely ferocious until I looked down and remembered I was also completely naked.
NO! Nooooo! Not now! Anytime but now!! There was crashing in the living room below me.
"CHERE!!" Ices voice bellowed from downstairs, "We b' wanting t' talk t' y'!"
We? Whose we? I bent down to pick up my cloths, but was horrified to find that the ice had crept up through he floor and had frozen them to the ground. For a moment I thought I could just use my fire to heat them, but I could also burn them to ashes in the process. Its like someone hates me. Its like some higher being hates me and wants me to suffer.
There was a huge crash from down stairs. Whoever Ice had brought defiantly had some muscle. What to do? Icicles formed on the ceiling.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!" I wrapped my fluffy white towel around me that I had hung up earlier, out of reach of the ice.
Ok, here the plan. I'll run down the hall to my room, get dressed, and then kick some Icy butt. Ok.
I tried to turn the knob of the door, but it was frozen. I stepped back and kicked it with all my might. The door literally shattered from the ice and I adjusted my towel around me and stepped out. I glided out, looking around cautiously.
Coast was clear. I glided silently down the hall. So close to my room. Just around the corner...
"Where b' she?" Ice muttered from around the corner. Shit. I pressed myself against the wall.
"Um, Ice?" I called in a small voice; "Don't turn the corner if you please."
"Why?" he asked with a touch of amusement in his voice, and with that he poked his head around the corner and saw me in all my toweled glory.
He was going to piss his pants laughing, but my death glare promised him a painful death if he did.
"Chere? Y'....y' look funny." Ice struggled to not laugh and he covered his smile with his hand.
"Thank you, now leave and rot in hell." Ice struggled to keep a straight face.
"Désolé chere. Ice got higher orders."
"What? Who....no. No, you didn't!"
"Ice did. Ice now works for Monsieur Slade." I glared at him. "De one called Mammoth be down dere," he tilted his head and looked at me, "But Ice non so sure he want him here now." He smiled crookedly and tried to tug down my towel.
"YOU LITTLE DUMB FUCK!!!" I yelled, jumping out of his reach.
"Come on chere! Ice won't tell! Ice promise!!"
"Pervert!"
"Oui."
"Get back!"
"Please?"
"Retard!"
"Merci"
"I'm warning you..."
"Come here..."
He advanced on me and I tried to kick him in the shins but I aimed a little to high apparently. He crumpled to the floor, holding his crotch.
"Enfer foutu! Ce mal! Chienne folle!!"
"Well...that's what you get!"
"Pourquoi l'enfer avez-vous fait cela? Chienne, ce mal!! Merde!"
"Yeah... I meant to do that...."
"Merde! Merde! Merde! Merde! Merde! Merde!"
"Are you going to be ok?" He continued to lay there, eyes wide in pain as he swore in French. Should I leave to go get dressed? No, he might escape, or follow me or something.
"Y'....y' shouldn't have done dat...."
"Why?"
"Ice b' happy in pants when y' b' kicking."
"Wha- ohhhh. Happy in your pants.... Dose that make it hurt more?"
"Oui."
"Oh."
He looked so pitiful, all curled up on the floor like that. He looked up at me weakly.
"Dat b' unfair chere. Dirty fighting. Non good kind of dirty, cheating dirty." Suddenly he looked up slyly at me, "Y' kiss it and make it feel better?"
Even in excruciating pain he was perverted.
"Why are you here?" I asked him, narrowing my eyes.
"Ice got de letter from Monsieur Slade," he replied, struggling to his feet. He promptly dropped the letter and it fluttered to the ground. I bent over and picked it up.
"De towel really ride up on y' chere," Then his eyes opened wide in pain.
"Ice just got happy in pants again, but now it b' hurting t' get happy."
I turned away so he wouldn't see my smile; he was funny when he was in pain. The loud stomping announced Mammoths arrival. His beady eyes fixed on Ice.
"Time t' go ami." He said as he hobbled past Mammoth. Mammoth looked at from Ice to me, blinking stupidly.
"I kicked your little pal in the balls," I explained cheerfully. Mammoth's apish face lit up and he let out loud grunts of laughter. I watched from a window them leave the island, Ice eventually collapsed from his sore package and got Mammoth to carry him the rest of the way to the city.
It wasn't until I was done laughing at Ices expense did I remember Slades letter firmly griped in my fist. I smoothed out the wrinkles of the paper and unfolded it. My insides went cold and my heart skipped a beat.
There were no words, just a picture.... of an alarm clock with a skull in the middle.
StArRy- haaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhaaaaaaaaaa! Ice got kicked in the groin!! And for those of you who don't remember, the clock and skull were from the little girl on the swings.
IMPORTANT!! I'm thinking of starting a fan page on the net with characters from my story, but I just remembered, I CANT DRAW!!
Can any of you draw out there in fanfic land? If you can, just email me the picts . It can be seens from my story, or portrait type drawings. You can go by the details from my story. I can guarantee almost all the picts will be posted. Unless it's like porn or something. My email- andromada1234hotmail.com. So just send them in please!!!
"Naomi? Ok, so there's a situation Arrow River." Then the blankness of the screen took place where Robins had previously been.
My god, dose no one say "hello" or "goodbye" anymore? I think Robin is still upset with me. We really haven't spoken much lately. I set the trinket down and hopped over to the window.
Wait, do I need my boots? I'll get the polish all over them! I could just wear sandals.... Or go barefoot. Could I go barefoot? Its not like I ever walk anywhere anymore.
Oh yeah, emergency at the river, right. Gotta go to that. I picked up some dirty socks that I had worn yesterday off my carpet and tugged them onto my feet, completely screwing up my pedicure, but oh well.
My quick strides brought me to my open window that seems pointless to ever shut and literally jumped out. I smiled as I got the thrill of falling, and then pulled up a few feet from the ground. The simple pleasures of life. I flew in the direction of the river. I knew where it was, we all went intertubing there once, but I didn't go in the water of course.
I'm not even sure why I haven't told my friends about my hydrophobia, its just.... embarrassing. Naomi's scared of a little water! It sounds so pathetic in my mind. I lost myself in my thoughts until I heard the roar of water below. I cringed as I looked down at the ragging waters; it was defiantly calmer when we had gone last month.
Now it looked like a watery serpent, winding and crashing in the land below. I cautiously glided to the ground, where a small crowd of rescue officers and an ambulance stood, watching something intently. I landed on the muddy bank, looking around for my comrades, but they were nowhere to be seen.
I tapped one of the paramedics on the shoulder. He gasped and sun around like I had been about to attack him. I suppose that line of work may make you a little paranoid.
"Hi, I got a message to come here, what's wrong?" He looked to me and his shoulders relaxed a little. He pointed to the crashing river. A sporty red car was lodged between two boulders that were sticking up out of the water.
A little boys face was mashed up against the window, as he screamed for us to help him. The car was flooding fast! The water was already at his chin! He saw me and banged his fists on the window and screamed that he couldn't breath.
"His babysitter escaped from the car, we found her down stream. She's in critical care though. Nasty rapids, huh?" The paramedic yelled over the roar of water. The whole crowd saw me and everyone relaxed. One even smiled and asked another paramedic if their children were well.
Oh, I see how it is. It was all okey dokey now. Naomi's here to swoop in and save the day. If she saves the little boy quick enough, there will be time for tea and bagels. Only one problem. Naomi doesn't like water. I looked stupidly at the water.
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Save him!" The paramedic yelled as if I had gone completely insane. I took a few steps toward the water. I shuddered as the icy spray of the churning rapids soaked my face. My knees locked, my very breath stopped. I stood there, hypnotized by the very thing that frightened me the most.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the thick dark waters. The water in the car had risen so high, that the boy's screams were now bubbles erupting from his mouth. The bystanders started yelling for me to save him, asking why I stopped.
"I.... I cant!!" I yelled, covering my ears to block out there cries and the roar of water. I sank to my knees in the muddy bank.
The small crowd realized that something was wrong and began to freak, running around like chickens with there heads chopped off. I looked to the car and saw the little boy had stopped screaming was swaying dreamily in the water, his dustily brown hair sweeping side to side as the car shook from the pull of the rapids. His eyes glazed as he stared at me unfocused.
Oh god no.... I killed him. I murdered a little boy. I'm a killer. No.
Then a blur rocketed past me. Robin! He took a flying leap and landed directly on the car. The impact of his jump loosened the car from the boulders and sent the car crashing downstream as Robin kept his balance on top. He used his own fist to smash open one of the windows and dragged the unconscious boy out on top of the car with him.
I jumped up and ran down the side of the river, trying to keep up with the fastly moving car. Robin picked up the boy and waited for an opportunity to jump to the bank. And when he did, I was right there to meet him. I immediately took the boy from him and laid him flat on his back. The paramedics ran over and began to perform CPR on him.
He spluttered out river water and cried out. Even though it was a terrified cry, it was a beautiful cry. The cry of life. Robin struggled to catch hid breath as I helped load the boy into the warm ambulance where he would get a heavy blanket and dry cloths. Even thought they didn't ask, the paramedics gave me weird looks, wondering why I didn't rescue the boy.
I ignored them and waited until I was sure that he would be okay before walking back over to Robin. We silently turned and started walking towards the car, that had to be parked a long distance away form the river.
"So, you want to tell me what happened back there?" Robin asked in his "it's no big deal that you screwed up" voice.
It had all happened so fast. 60 seconds is all it took for Robin to be a hero and me to fuck up.
"I don't know... I just choked I guess." He stopped suddenly and turned to face me, frowning slightly.
"Naomi, don't fuck around. I've never seen you "just chock" when someone is in danger. Want to tell me the truth?"
I looked to him and sighed, he could always get the truth out of me.
"Well... you know..." I looked to the ground and kicked a small rock on the path, "You know how I once fell into a river.... and ever since then... I hate water."
I felt so incredibly stupid. I must honestly be the stupidest person alive. Except for Ice.
"Ohhhhhh." Robins said as if he had found last piece of a jigsaw puzzle, "Ohhhhh, I get it. That's why you never swim with us. And only take showers, not baths. Or-"
"Yeah, I get it." I grumbled. He smiled at me,
"Listen, its no big deal. We all have things that were scared of. You're actually lucky; you're frightened of a physical object. Some fears are more complicated."
"What are you frightened of?" I asked interestedly.
"Failing."
"Wow. That is a hard one." I looked to him, wondering if he was still mad at me for the Jinx thing.
"Robin, I've been such a-"
"Yeah me to."
"Can you forgive me?"
"If you can forgive me." I smiled, I really love Robin. No, not that kind of love. The love you have for your brother. We finally got to the car.
"Cyborg gonna kill you if you get all that mud in his 'little baby'," he commented, gesturing to my muddy state. I looked down and saw my muddy knees and shoes.
"Yeah, I will certainly be murdered in a most unpleasant way."
"And I'm not going back to the tower," He said unlocking to door, "I have to go with Star to some meeting."
"Fine then, I'll just fly home so I don't dirty Cyborgs car and you and Star can go on your daaaaate!!" The tips of his ears reddened slightly.
"Its not a date. It a meeting with the Security Board. But..." He smiled sheepishly, "We are going to a restraunt afterwards."
"Oh, go Robin. What restraunt? Chucky Cheeses?" He stared at me,
"What the hell is a Chucky Cheese?"
I remembered the sad fact that Chucky Cheeses no longer existed.
"Never mind wonder boy. Just have fun on your date." Then we went our separate ways.
I pranced up to the main door of the tower, feeling happier than I had felt in days. I noticed a small yellow sticky note stuck on the door. I plucked it off and scanned the sloppy writing.
Dear everyone,
Cy and I left to go to a stripper's bar. Back whenever the chicks put
their shirts back on. Ha ha ha. That was a joke. Actually are at an
arcade. Or are we?
BB
I laughed as I pocketed the note. I shook my head as I entered the tower. So, no Beastboy, Cyborg, Robin, and Starfire. It's just me and a dark little bird.
"Raven?" I looked around for any signs of my depressed chum. I groaned and entered the elevator.
This is the one thing I hate about the tower. You have to scream your lungs out to find anyone. I went up level-by-level, sticking my head out and calling for Raven, but by the ninth level I gave up and assumed she went out with Seth or something.
I scratched my arm and mud flaked off. Wow, I am one dirty girl. Shower time for Naomi. I passed my room on the way to the bath room and quickly stopped off in there to grabbed a change of cloths and my new sun kissed raspberries shampoo and conditioner.
I'm not a big fan of raspberries but whatever. I locked the bathroom door behind me and stripped my dirty cloths. I turned on the water tabs of the shower and waited for it to warm up. I shivered and looked longingly to the shower, is it warm yet? I reached out my arm and felt the water.
OW!! Ow, ok it is to hot! I adjusted the knobs until it was comfortably warm. I stepped in and sighed in contentment as the water warmed my body.
I squeezed the shampoo into my palm and worked through my hair. I smelled the foam. Hey, maybe raspberries do smell kinda nice. I hope Beastboy likes it. I let the shampoo sit in my hair so the sent will cling longer. Then I rinsed. I looked down to my body and critically looked it over.
I wonder of Beastboy thinks about my body. I think about his body, I bet its perfect. Unlike mine, which is completely- I yelped in surprise.
The warm water was suddenly icy cold. I jumped out and found the floor to be just as chilled.
"What the hell?!?" I reached out and touched the wall. It was freezing to the touch. My breath came out in misty puffs of steam. Someone was freezing the- oh my fucking god. It's like a nightmare that never ends. It's Ice.
I was completely ferocious until I looked down and remembered I was also completely naked.
NO! Nooooo! Not now! Anytime but now!! There was crashing in the living room below me.
"CHERE!!" Ices voice bellowed from downstairs, "We b' wanting t' talk t' y'!"
We? Whose we? I bent down to pick up my cloths, but was horrified to find that the ice had crept up through he floor and had frozen them to the ground. For a moment I thought I could just use my fire to heat them, but I could also burn them to ashes in the process. Its like someone hates me. Its like some higher being hates me and wants me to suffer.
There was a huge crash from down stairs. Whoever Ice had brought defiantly had some muscle. What to do? Icicles formed on the ceiling.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!" I wrapped my fluffy white towel around me that I had hung up earlier, out of reach of the ice.
Ok, here the plan. I'll run down the hall to my room, get dressed, and then kick some Icy butt. Ok.
I tried to turn the knob of the door, but it was frozen. I stepped back and kicked it with all my might. The door literally shattered from the ice and I adjusted my towel around me and stepped out. I glided out, looking around cautiously.
Coast was clear. I glided silently down the hall. So close to my room. Just around the corner...
"Where b' she?" Ice muttered from around the corner. Shit. I pressed myself against the wall.
"Um, Ice?" I called in a small voice; "Don't turn the corner if you please."
"Why?" he asked with a touch of amusement in his voice, and with that he poked his head around the corner and saw me in all my toweled glory.
He was going to piss his pants laughing, but my death glare promised him a painful death if he did.
"Chere? Y'....y' look funny." Ice struggled to not laugh and he covered his smile with his hand.
"Thank you, now leave and rot in hell." Ice struggled to keep a straight face.
"Désolé chere. Ice got higher orders."
"What? Who....no. No, you didn't!"
"Ice did. Ice now works for Monsieur Slade." I glared at him. "De one called Mammoth be down dere," he tilted his head and looked at me, "But Ice non so sure he want him here now." He smiled crookedly and tried to tug down my towel.
"YOU LITTLE DUMB FUCK!!!" I yelled, jumping out of his reach.
"Come on chere! Ice won't tell! Ice promise!!"
"Pervert!"
"Oui."
"Get back!"
"Please?"
"Retard!"
"Merci"
"I'm warning you..."
"Come here..."
He advanced on me and I tried to kick him in the shins but I aimed a little to high apparently. He crumpled to the floor, holding his crotch.
"Enfer foutu! Ce mal! Chienne folle!!"
"Well...that's what you get!"
"Pourquoi l'enfer avez-vous fait cela? Chienne, ce mal!! Merde!"
"Yeah... I meant to do that...."
"Merde! Merde! Merde! Merde! Merde! Merde!"
"Are you going to be ok?" He continued to lay there, eyes wide in pain as he swore in French. Should I leave to go get dressed? No, he might escape, or follow me or something.
"Y'....y' shouldn't have done dat...."
"Why?"
"Ice b' happy in pants when y' b' kicking."
"Wha- ohhhh. Happy in your pants.... Dose that make it hurt more?"
"Oui."
"Oh."
He looked so pitiful, all curled up on the floor like that. He looked up at me weakly.
"Dat b' unfair chere. Dirty fighting. Non good kind of dirty, cheating dirty." Suddenly he looked up slyly at me, "Y' kiss it and make it feel better?"
Even in excruciating pain he was perverted.
"Why are you here?" I asked him, narrowing my eyes.
"Ice got de letter from Monsieur Slade," he replied, struggling to his feet. He promptly dropped the letter and it fluttered to the ground. I bent over and picked it up.
"De towel really ride up on y' chere," Then his eyes opened wide in pain.
"Ice just got happy in pants again, but now it b' hurting t' get happy."
I turned away so he wouldn't see my smile; he was funny when he was in pain. The loud stomping announced Mammoths arrival. His beady eyes fixed on Ice.
"Time t' go ami." He said as he hobbled past Mammoth. Mammoth looked at from Ice to me, blinking stupidly.
"I kicked your little pal in the balls," I explained cheerfully. Mammoth's apish face lit up and he let out loud grunts of laughter. I watched from a window them leave the island, Ice eventually collapsed from his sore package and got Mammoth to carry him the rest of the way to the city.
It wasn't until I was done laughing at Ices expense did I remember Slades letter firmly griped in my fist. I smoothed out the wrinkles of the paper and unfolded it. My insides went cold and my heart skipped a beat.
There were no words, just a picture.... of an alarm clock with a skull in the middle.
StArRy- haaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhaaaaaaaaaa! Ice got kicked in the groin!! And for those of you who don't remember, the clock and skull were from the little girl on the swings.
IMPORTANT!! I'm thinking of starting a fan page on the net with characters from my story, but I just remembered, I CANT DRAW!!
Can any of you draw out there in fanfic land? If you can, just email me the picts . It can be seens from my story, or portrait type drawings. You can go by the details from my story. I can guarantee almost all the picts will be posted. Unless it's like porn or something. My email- andromada1234hotmail.com. So just send them in please!!!
