The last chapter kinda sucked, so here's the action packed fifth chapter! I
don't own Kids Next Door, but that won't stop me!
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Interrogations were not going very well. Spyder answered all of their questions with his own.
"Who are you working for?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Tell me who you're working for!"
"Who are YOU working for?!"
This was going nowhere. Spyder was totally uncooperative. Numbuh One was *this* close to actually hitting him.
Luckily for Nigel, he didn't have to worry about Spyder for now.
The alarms had gone off, and all operatives were in the main room, ready for what might attack. The Door was kicked down. It looked like a teenager. He was tall and noodle-like; his brown hair was longish and spiked. He wore combat boots and black pants. His shirt was green and said, "I carry no Ca$h." His sky blue eyes were burning with wild destruction.
"A teenager?! Kids Next Door, battle stations!" Numbuh One barked.
"I look like a teenager? I'm only twelve. My name is "Big" Ben. Father's ideas were a total flop, so now I'm here to take you on myself. C'mere you little turds!" He growled.
"Nice hair, so, one of you Delightful Dorks has decided to take us on all by yourselves?! HA! That's a good one. You're dead meat, Noodle-boy." Numbuh Four taunted.
"Attack!" yelled Numbuh One. All of the operatives charged for the tall pre-teen. Numbuh Four jumped for his head, and was punched out of the air. Numbuh Two tried to tackle him, but was kicked away. Numbuh three tried a high kick to the head, but was grabbed by the ankle and tossed like a rag doll. Numbuh Five went in for a karate chop, was blocked, grabbed by the wrist, and was used to knock Numbuh Four into a wall when he tried a second attempt to punch the tall boy.
This wasn't funny, Big Ben hadn't even moved from the doorway and the operatives were getting the pulp beat out of them.
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Spyder was surprised that the Kids Next Door actually kept their vents large enough to crawl through. He figured that this was a last ditch escape route. Never mind, thought he. First things first, get his swords. They belong to his grandfather, and thus were very important to him. Luckily, his glasses had been left by the table and were able to receive them successfully. He always felt naked without them. As for his hat, he had no idea were it was.
He was sure that his swords were in Nigel's room. Getting there was no problem, however, as the air with Nigel's scent was pointing him right to the room. Being a professional, he had fine tuned his senses. Also, the drugs he had pumped himself full of hadn't worn off. Dropping into Nigel's room, he wondered what he could steal. Anything of value? 2x4 technology was worth about spit, but the information on them.......
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The Kids Next Door were doing abousolutly horrible against Ben. He was enormously strong. Gum ball bullets weren't hurting him in the least. He broke out of ice faster then the DeathStrike. Eating utensils hurt him, but then he always threw them back. He advanced in the tree house, noting how much it had changed. Sure, he had been in here several times, but he had never noted the surroundings. The technology had improved greatly, but the main room had stayed mostly the same. Grabbing Kuki, he hurled her into Numbuh Five. The momentum caused them both to roll down a flight of stairs.
Good, Two brats down, three to go.
Hoagie charged, firing the coke bottle laser. His shots were so wild; it was easy to maneuver out of the way. He ducked under the last laser shot, and came in for a roundhouse kick to Hoagie's large gut, the movement of which sent the large kid flying into the wall. The impact made a sickening thud. He slid to the ground, defeated.
Now just two...
Nigel had stayed out of the fight, hoping his teammates would finish the berserk not-so-Delightful Child off. Now that he had finished off three of his companions off, it seemed that the saying relating to strength in numbers definitely didn't apply.
"Nigel Uno..." Ben's voice trailed off. Suddenly, Nigel was lifted into the air with one hand until his face was level with Ben's. Nigel couldn't see much, as most of his field of vision was covered by Ben's immensely powerful hand. He felt several blows to the stomach, as well as hearing Ben's deep, sickening laughter. The wind was out of him by the first blow, but Ben wasn't satisfied.
Numbuh One noticed that Ben was walking. As he walked, he sang, Nigel was sure he heard the song somewhere. Ben's singing voice was clear and surprisingly pleasant.
"I want to know, all there's to know about you, I want you to know, nothing about me, although, I'll give you a taste, when you think that you know me, I'll blow you away, so baby, bow down daisy duke...."
Then he sang the chorus.
"You don't know me so well, I think you know that now, I'm unbreakable, there's no need for fragile stickers, you're too young for me, but I can keep a secret, I'm in total control, of the situation, bow down Daisy Duke"
The chorus had truth to it, Ben had won. He stopped. Then he hurled Nigel down the stairs.
The initial impact hurt, but so did rolling down the hard wooden planks. Numbuh One finally came down to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. He cursed whoever made these long, winding, hard, sharp, stairs. He couldn't move, he felt like he was dying, trying desperately to suck in air.
He didn't get the chance, as he was crushed but the weight of the tall Delightfully demented boy. Ben had jumped from the top of the stairs, and in a few bounds, had landed on the glorious leader of the Kids Next Door. Fate was being too cruel, as Numbuh One hadn't been knocked out yet. Ben lifted the pre-teen leader by his red turtleneck sweater, swung him around over his head, and flung him back up the stairs. Since the stairs were winding, Nigel hit the wall and landed on the steps. Ben stormed up the steps and tried again. This time, Nigel actually landed on the floor, not more steps. Bruised and beated, Nigel definitely didn't seem like the guy that had sent the attacker's group running with their tails between their legs.
Ben walked coolly up the stairs, singing a new song, Walking Alone, by Greenday.
".....Walk on eggshells on my old stomping ground, yet there's really no one left, that's hanging around. Isn't that another familiar face? Too drunk to figure out they're fading away. Sometimes I need to apologize. Sometimes I need to admit that I ain't right. Sometimes I should just keep my mouth shut, or only say hello. Sometimes I still feel I'm walking alone. "
As his head appeared over the stairs, he came face to face with Wallaby Beatles. He had no time to say anything.
"Take this!" Numbuh Four said, blasting Ben right in the face. Ben screamed in pain as he fell down the stairs. The hooded operative quickly slammed the door leading to the stairs the berserk Delightful Child just fell down. Numbuh Four grabbed his fallen leader and sat him down on the couch.
Just then, Ben kicked down that door as well. He was bruised. His eyes showed explosive fury. The door hit the floor and shattered in a frightening crack. Wood shards flew everywhere.
"I'm gonna skin you alive and eat your bones!" He bellowed.
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Holy Crap! Looks like Ben is going to tear the KND apart! Will the KND live through this? Of course they will, but how?
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Interrogations were not going very well. Spyder answered all of their questions with his own.
"Who are you working for?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Tell me who you're working for!"
"Who are YOU working for?!"
This was going nowhere. Spyder was totally uncooperative. Numbuh One was *this* close to actually hitting him.
Luckily for Nigel, he didn't have to worry about Spyder for now.
The alarms had gone off, and all operatives were in the main room, ready for what might attack. The Door was kicked down. It looked like a teenager. He was tall and noodle-like; his brown hair was longish and spiked. He wore combat boots and black pants. His shirt was green and said, "I carry no Ca$h." His sky blue eyes were burning with wild destruction.
"A teenager?! Kids Next Door, battle stations!" Numbuh One barked.
"I look like a teenager? I'm only twelve. My name is "Big" Ben. Father's ideas were a total flop, so now I'm here to take you on myself. C'mere you little turds!" He growled.
"Nice hair, so, one of you Delightful Dorks has decided to take us on all by yourselves?! HA! That's a good one. You're dead meat, Noodle-boy." Numbuh Four taunted.
"Attack!" yelled Numbuh One. All of the operatives charged for the tall pre-teen. Numbuh Four jumped for his head, and was punched out of the air. Numbuh Two tried to tackle him, but was kicked away. Numbuh three tried a high kick to the head, but was grabbed by the ankle and tossed like a rag doll. Numbuh Five went in for a karate chop, was blocked, grabbed by the wrist, and was used to knock Numbuh Four into a wall when he tried a second attempt to punch the tall boy.
This wasn't funny, Big Ben hadn't even moved from the doorway and the operatives were getting the pulp beat out of them.
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Spyder was surprised that the Kids Next Door actually kept their vents large enough to crawl through. He figured that this was a last ditch escape route. Never mind, thought he. First things first, get his swords. They belong to his grandfather, and thus were very important to him. Luckily, his glasses had been left by the table and were able to receive them successfully. He always felt naked without them. As for his hat, he had no idea were it was.
He was sure that his swords were in Nigel's room. Getting there was no problem, however, as the air with Nigel's scent was pointing him right to the room. Being a professional, he had fine tuned his senses. Also, the drugs he had pumped himself full of hadn't worn off. Dropping into Nigel's room, he wondered what he could steal. Anything of value? 2x4 technology was worth about spit, but the information on them.......
#########
The Kids Next Door were doing abousolutly horrible against Ben. He was enormously strong. Gum ball bullets weren't hurting him in the least. He broke out of ice faster then the DeathStrike. Eating utensils hurt him, but then he always threw them back. He advanced in the tree house, noting how much it had changed. Sure, he had been in here several times, but he had never noted the surroundings. The technology had improved greatly, but the main room had stayed mostly the same. Grabbing Kuki, he hurled her into Numbuh Five. The momentum caused them both to roll down a flight of stairs.
Good, Two brats down, three to go.
Hoagie charged, firing the coke bottle laser. His shots were so wild; it was easy to maneuver out of the way. He ducked under the last laser shot, and came in for a roundhouse kick to Hoagie's large gut, the movement of which sent the large kid flying into the wall. The impact made a sickening thud. He slid to the ground, defeated.
Now just two...
Nigel had stayed out of the fight, hoping his teammates would finish the berserk not-so-Delightful Child off. Now that he had finished off three of his companions off, it seemed that the saying relating to strength in numbers definitely didn't apply.
"Nigel Uno..." Ben's voice trailed off. Suddenly, Nigel was lifted into the air with one hand until his face was level with Ben's. Nigel couldn't see much, as most of his field of vision was covered by Ben's immensely powerful hand. He felt several blows to the stomach, as well as hearing Ben's deep, sickening laughter. The wind was out of him by the first blow, but Ben wasn't satisfied.
Numbuh One noticed that Ben was walking. As he walked, he sang, Nigel was sure he heard the song somewhere. Ben's singing voice was clear and surprisingly pleasant.
"I want to know, all there's to know about you, I want you to know, nothing about me, although, I'll give you a taste, when you think that you know me, I'll blow you away, so baby, bow down daisy duke...."
Then he sang the chorus.
"You don't know me so well, I think you know that now, I'm unbreakable, there's no need for fragile stickers, you're too young for me, but I can keep a secret, I'm in total control, of the situation, bow down Daisy Duke"
The chorus had truth to it, Ben had won. He stopped. Then he hurled Nigel down the stairs.
The initial impact hurt, but so did rolling down the hard wooden planks. Numbuh One finally came down to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. He cursed whoever made these long, winding, hard, sharp, stairs. He couldn't move, he felt like he was dying, trying desperately to suck in air.
He didn't get the chance, as he was crushed but the weight of the tall Delightfully demented boy. Ben had jumped from the top of the stairs, and in a few bounds, had landed on the glorious leader of the Kids Next Door. Fate was being too cruel, as Numbuh One hadn't been knocked out yet. Ben lifted the pre-teen leader by his red turtleneck sweater, swung him around over his head, and flung him back up the stairs. Since the stairs were winding, Nigel hit the wall and landed on the steps. Ben stormed up the steps and tried again. This time, Nigel actually landed on the floor, not more steps. Bruised and beated, Nigel definitely didn't seem like the guy that had sent the attacker's group running with their tails between their legs.
Ben walked coolly up the stairs, singing a new song, Walking Alone, by Greenday.
".....Walk on eggshells on my old stomping ground, yet there's really no one left, that's hanging around. Isn't that another familiar face? Too drunk to figure out they're fading away. Sometimes I need to apologize. Sometimes I need to admit that I ain't right. Sometimes I should just keep my mouth shut, or only say hello. Sometimes I still feel I'm walking alone. "
As his head appeared over the stairs, he came face to face with Wallaby Beatles. He had no time to say anything.
"Take this!" Numbuh Four said, blasting Ben right in the face. Ben screamed in pain as he fell down the stairs. The hooded operative quickly slammed the door leading to the stairs the berserk Delightful Child just fell down. Numbuh Four grabbed his fallen leader and sat him down on the couch.
Just then, Ben kicked down that door as well. He was bruised. His eyes showed explosive fury. The door hit the floor and shattered in a frightening crack. Wood shards flew everywhere.
"I'm gonna skin you alive and eat your bones!" He bellowed.
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Holy Crap! Looks like Ben is going to tear the KND apart! Will the KND live through this? Of course they will, but how?