A/N (from Tory): A new fic, this time a collab between Saddlestar17
(Sarina) and Sméagol (Tory). Since it's posted on Sarina's account, for all
the people that don't know me, you will soon! Just read this and I sound
like an infomercial so I'll stop.
I have written "Tory and Ali Screw wit Lord of the Rings" with Ali; "Sauron: Why I'm Not A Villain"; and "Becoming Apart". They are all posted on "Sméagol and Gollum". So go read them. And read this. And read Sarina's other story. RIGHT NOW! I'm just kidding. Don't mind me. I hurt my back and I can't walk right now, so I'm not exactly pleasant. Whoop dee doodle doo. Also I love swords. LOVE LOVE LOVE!
This chapter is written by the amazing and wonderfully talented SARINA!!!
Chapter One: SARINA Forget the Swords
"Tory!" I shouted as I ran down the hall way, books spilling out of my arms. My friend Tory turned around and looked at me, except it wasn't her. It was some tall seventh grade preppie-boy named Chad.
"Oh....um sorry." I said. You see it was very easy to mistake Tory as a boy today. This is because it was our schools annual Cross Dressing Day. Yes I know, some schools have Hat Day, others have Field Day. Well, ours had Cross Dressing Day. So anyways, Tory and I had worn some fancy clothes we borrowed from her brother making us resemble REALLY preppie boys.
I bent down to gather my books, when I heard a loud, obnoxious (just kidding Tory) laugh behind me. I turned around to see Tory rolling on the floor laughing at me.
" Oh, thanks a lot Tory." I said glumly.
" Chad......books...fell.......Latin. HAHAHA!!" Tory managed to get out between gasps of laughter.
" Be careful Tory don't hurt yourself. C'mon lets take the elevator to the second floor. I don't think I will be able to carry all of these retarded text books up the stairs." I said.
Tory made a noise that resembled the word "Okay", and then we headed off back down the hall to the schools crappy old elevator.
We clambered in to the dim lit old box and the door shut. "Tory press the button would you?"
"Which one?" Tory asked.
" The one that says TWO, you retard."
" There are two that say two on them."
I looked over and saw that along side the plastic light up one "two" button there was a shiny brass button written in a very fancy font.
" I didn't notice that before. Oh well! I guess you can choose which one. It probably doesn't make a difference" I said.
But little did I know, the button you pressed made ALL the difference.
" Is it just me or is the elevator taking longer than usual?" Tory asked.
" Yeah, we have been in here along time. Maybe we should press the emergency butto-"
My words were cut off by the opening of the door. However the doors opening wasn't really what made me speechless but the fact that the door haden't opened up to the dingy hall of my evil imprisonment (also known as school), it had opened up to the huge entrance hall of a Victorian style house.
"Holy Shiz." I heard Tory mutter behind me.
We stepped off the elevator and onto the polished marble floor.
"Why do I get the feeling we shouldn't be here?" asked Tory in an soft voice.
"I don't know lets go back. I think we should DIFFIDENTLY go back right now!" I stammered.
We turned around however the elevator wasn't there any more. In its place was a really old tapestry.
"Shiz" I whispered, my voice muffled with fright.
"Yeah and that's not all....." Tory said "Look!"
From the other side of the magnificent oak door we heard gruff voices and the door began to shake violently as if the voices owners were ramming it with something. Something like a tree trunk or a large fish tank.
"Double Shiz" I said.
The door didn't seem like it would stand up to the ramming much longer. With one final bump it fell to the ground making lots of dust cloud the air, making it hard to see.
"Hide!" I yelled to Tory!
We took refuge inside a mahogany cabinet at the far end of the room. Okay so maybe it wasn't the best hiding spot, but we had a life or death time limit.
"Hey Sarina?"
"Shut up, Tory, they're going to find us, whoever "they" are."
"Well yeah. That's what this is about. I think we are in Commodore Norrington's house."
"Commidor WHO?!?!?!"
"Shhh! Be quiet. I think we're in Pirates of the Caribbean."
"Oh so that means-"
I was cut off seeing as the doors of our hiding place had just burst open and looking in were some very mean (and smelly) looking pirates.
They dragged us out of the cabinet. I thrashed around. It's not like this is the first time I've been kidnapped. I managed to kick a couple of those disgusting pirates off of me, though eventually my arms and legs were bound in tight cords of leather. Tory, however gave in quiet passively putting here arms out so they could be chained.
"Tory you bum! What in the fudge are you doing!"
"These people have swords. "
"Yeah I noticed. That's why I was trying to get away." I replied exasperatedly.
"But I liiiike swords!"
I was beginning to panic "Tory, you loser, this is a battle for our life, forget the frickin swords!!"
"Oh, right." Tory's face fell. She tried to runaway but failed to realize here arms and legs had already been bound. She fell to the floor next to me.
Despite all of our struggles the pirates heaved us over their shoulders like giant fish and carried us out of the house to who knows where.
Tory looked over at me and said "Pippin, I think we made a mistake leaving the Shire."
"Don't. Please." I groaned.
I have written "Tory and Ali Screw wit Lord of the Rings" with Ali; "Sauron: Why I'm Not A Villain"; and "Becoming Apart". They are all posted on "Sméagol and Gollum". So go read them. And read this. And read Sarina's other story. RIGHT NOW! I'm just kidding. Don't mind me. I hurt my back and I can't walk right now, so I'm not exactly pleasant. Whoop dee doodle doo. Also I love swords. LOVE LOVE LOVE!
This chapter is written by the amazing and wonderfully talented SARINA!!!
Chapter One: SARINA Forget the Swords
"Tory!" I shouted as I ran down the hall way, books spilling out of my arms. My friend Tory turned around and looked at me, except it wasn't her. It was some tall seventh grade preppie-boy named Chad.
"Oh....um sorry." I said. You see it was very easy to mistake Tory as a boy today. This is because it was our schools annual Cross Dressing Day. Yes I know, some schools have Hat Day, others have Field Day. Well, ours had Cross Dressing Day. So anyways, Tory and I had worn some fancy clothes we borrowed from her brother making us resemble REALLY preppie boys.
I bent down to gather my books, when I heard a loud, obnoxious (just kidding Tory) laugh behind me. I turned around to see Tory rolling on the floor laughing at me.
" Oh, thanks a lot Tory." I said glumly.
" Chad......books...fell.......Latin. HAHAHA!!" Tory managed to get out between gasps of laughter.
" Be careful Tory don't hurt yourself. C'mon lets take the elevator to the second floor. I don't think I will be able to carry all of these retarded text books up the stairs." I said.
Tory made a noise that resembled the word "Okay", and then we headed off back down the hall to the schools crappy old elevator.
We clambered in to the dim lit old box and the door shut. "Tory press the button would you?"
"Which one?" Tory asked.
" The one that says TWO, you retard."
" There are two that say two on them."
I looked over and saw that along side the plastic light up one "two" button there was a shiny brass button written in a very fancy font.
" I didn't notice that before. Oh well! I guess you can choose which one. It probably doesn't make a difference" I said.
But little did I know, the button you pressed made ALL the difference.
" Is it just me or is the elevator taking longer than usual?" Tory asked.
" Yeah, we have been in here along time. Maybe we should press the emergency butto-"
My words were cut off by the opening of the door. However the doors opening wasn't really what made me speechless but the fact that the door haden't opened up to the dingy hall of my evil imprisonment (also known as school), it had opened up to the huge entrance hall of a Victorian style house.
"Holy Shiz." I heard Tory mutter behind me.
We stepped off the elevator and onto the polished marble floor.
"Why do I get the feeling we shouldn't be here?" asked Tory in an soft voice.
"I don't know lets go back. I think we should DIFFIDENTLY go back right now!" I stammered.
We turned around however the elevator wasn't there any more. In its place was a really old tapestry.
"Shiz" I whispered, my voice muffled with fright.
"Yeah and that's not all....." Tory said "Look!"
From the other side of the magnificent oak door we heard gruff voices and the door began to shake violently as if the voices owners were ramming it with something. Something like a tree trunk or a large fish tank.
"Double Shiz" I said.
The door didn't seem like it would stand up to the ramming much longer. With one final bump it fell to the ground making lots of dust cloud the air, making it hard to see.
"Hide!" I yelled to Tory!
We took refuge inside a mahogany cabinet at the far end of the room. Okay so maybe it wasn't the best hiding spot, but we had a life or death time limit.
"Hey Sarina?"
"Shut up, Tory, they're going to find us, whoever "they" are."
"Well yeah. That's what this is about. I think we are in Commodore Norrington's house."
"Commidor WHO?!?!?!"
"Shhh! Be quiet. I think we're in Pirates of the Caribbean."
"Oh so that means-"
I was cut off seeing as the doors of our hiding place had just burst open and looking in were some very mean (and smelly) looking pirates.
They dragged us out of the cabinet. I thrashed around. It's not like this is the first time I've been kidnapped. I managed to kick a couple of those disgusting pirates off of me, though eventually my arms and legs were bound in tight cords of leather. Tory, however gave in quiet passively putting here arms out so they could be chained.
"Tory you bum! What in the fudge are you doing!"
"These people have swords. "
"Yeah I noticed. That's why I was trying to get away." I replied exasperatedly.
"But I liiiike swords!"
I was beginning to panic "Tory, you loser, this is a battle for our life, forget the frickin swords!!"
"Oh, right." Tory's face fell. She tried to runaway but failed to realize here arms and legs had already been bound. She fell to the floor next to me.
Despite all of our struggles the pirates heaved us over their shoulders like giant fish and carried us out of the house to who knows where.
Tory looked over at me and said "Pippin, I think we made a mistake leaving the Shire."
"Don't. Please." I groaned.