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Chapter Four : Flies and Finding out
It's just not right… Too many weird things happened at the same time. I'd blame it on the Dark Legion, but they wouldn't just stick to put glue in shoes and get someone drunk… Sojourner thought. It's just not right…
"Sabre could be anywhere, now." Thunderhawk muttered. "Where should we start ?"
"Outside ?" Athair proposed innocently.
Thunderhawk rolled his eyes, wondering why in the world the Guardian family just had to be cursed with such a fool.
"This way." a voice growled.
They jumped on their feet ; they hadn't noticed that Locke had joined them.
"How can you be so sure ?" Sojourner asked.
"Who cares ? Let's do it !" Athair exclaimed before flying down the corridor laughing like a mad man.
Locke shrugged and was about to follow when a high pitched shriek was heard from where Athair has gone. Imagine the sight that greeted them, down the corridor : Athair stuck in mid-air, tangled in a mass of flies-killing papers ! (I'm not sure that's the right name, so…). They were glued to his face, his chest, his feet. Releasing another terrified yelp, he moved around, kicking the air, but only ended up worse than before.
The entire ceiling was covered by those papers.
"My, Athair, do you think you're a fly ?" Sojourner mused.
"It's not funny ! I'm scared !"
"Hang on, we're here !" Locke assured. Now, how to bring him back down…
The scientist looked around, but found nothing that could have helped him. Looking at Thunderhawk and Sojourner, he nodded, then got on all fours. Thunderhawk stepped on his back, and allowed Sojourner to climb on his shoulders.
"Phew !" Locke grunted. "Time to go on a diet, you two !"
"Time to do push-ups, down here !"
Uncomfortable, Athair trashed around some more, flailing his arms helplessly. He started whimpering. Thunderhawk noticed this, and snapped his head up.
"No need to trash around like an headless chicken !" he growled. "You're nearly eighty years old, act your age !"
Athair nodded, but tears were still present in his eyes. He allowed Sojourner to grab his ankles ; the red one then tugged, hard. A little too hard…
Letting out a big yelp, the brown echidna came falling from the ceiling… right on top of his saviours ! Locke only could widen his eyes as he was suddenly crushed to the ground by his ancestors. The four Guardians landed in a shapeless lump on the floor.
"Arrrgghhh !" Locke gasped. "Can't breath ! Oh life is so cruel ! My blood is freezing, I can feel life slipping away from me ever so slowly !!! Chaos make it stop !"
"Locke ? You're not dead…" Sojourner said.
"Am I in Heaven already ?"
"Yes, you're in Haven ! Now get up and stop chatting !"
Blushing slightly, the red scientist got up and brushed himself off.
"Ah, piece of cake…" he commented.
"Whatever, we've still got to find Sabre !" Thunderhawk reminded them.
"You're right. Err, sorry Athair, but there's those sticky papers everywhere." Locke explained. "You won't be able to fly."
"You mean… not at all ?" Athair asked, sad as ever.
"Yes."
"Not even… a little bit ?"
"No, Athair ! NOT. AT. ALL !"
Fighting back tears, Athair nodded. Flying was part of his happy life : walking was just so boring ! You must extend a leg, then move forward, then reunite the legs, then extend the other leg, then you must…
"Thank you, Athair, I think we got it !" Thunderhawk growled, annoyed.
They searched for what seemed like hours through all Haven. Locke's head was pounding : his father was nowhere to be seen, many weird things has happened at once, Athair's complaining about how not being able to fly affected his sanity. All of that was really getting to him. And where the hell is Spectre ?!
While searching, Thunderhawk's special scent increased, and Locke covered his nose, disgusted. The lavender one really needed a shower or two ! Sojourner's steps were getting heavier by seconds, and Athair had his head lowered sadly, looking at the ground. Many times, Locke had to prevent him from walking into a wall.
"My, my" a deep voice rang. "Why the long face ?"
They all raised their heads up, to find Spectre leaned on the wall, smirking maliciously. His arms were crossed in front of him, and his red eyes twinkled with amusement.
"Here you are !" Thunderhawk exclaimed. "Where were you the whole time ?"
"Let's just say that : a TV has been avenged…"
Sojourner, Thunderhawk, Athair and Locke looked at each others, incredulous. There hasn't been any problem starring a TV recently, except maybe for…
Locke's brain clicked. Of course ! He should have know !
"You !" he cried, finger pointing. "You… did all this ! You killed my computers !"
"You put glue in my shoes !" Sojourner said.
"You threw that bucket on me !" Thunderhawk bellowed.
"You put those bad papers on the ceiling so I can't fly !" Athair squeaked.
"You got Sabre drunk !" Locke finished.
"Yes, so what if I did ?" Spectre asked, grinning now.
A big silence followed. All of them were frowning, but you could say they were fighting their laughter. They had to admit that their situation was funny ; the old cold-as-a-stone Spectre had played a joke on them. And a good one at that !
Suddenly, Sabre came falling from an opening in the ceiling, dragging a few sticking papers with him. He landed face first on the floor, but got up rather quickly considering his drunken state.
"Get him, boys !" he said flicking a paper off his nose.
He then jumped and pummelled Spectre. Now laughing, Athair strode and threw himself on his Fourth-father, pressing him to the ground. Locke and Sojourner looked at each other, shrugging. They exchanged a grin, then joined the brawl and began dragging Spectre, who was shouting for them to stop. Thunderhawk stayed where he was, hands on hips.
"What do you think you're doing to my father ?" he yelled. "But… seems fun…"
He zapped and came back with pillows. Smirking, got his ready then joined the fight…
Knuckles the Echidna sighed while the elevator leading to Haven's main level was descending. His mother's birthday was soon coming up, and his father and him were planning a surprise party. But the problem was : how to make Locke understand that they weren't in Middle Age anymore ? They needed presents, balloons, cool music and all that kind of stuff. Not any orchestra or old love songs… but Locke was so stubborn !
He got out of the elevator when it stopped, and pushed the door. The sight that greeted him would be remembered all his life…
His ancestors had found out what 'total brawl' meant. And Spectre was the one suffering… Battled down by his sons' pillows, he has his arms over his head and was laid out on the ground. Athair was tying his ankles together with some yellow papers, muttering something about a "happiness killer". Thunderhawk gave one pillow to Sojourner.
"Hey, Thunderhawk, give me one !" Locke called out. The lavender echidna threw him one pillow, which he caught easily. "Thanks !"
Wasting no time, the red scientist began whacking his Sixth-father over the head.
"Stop this !" the elder cried. "It's an order !"
"I can't hear you, speak louder !" Sojourner pretended.
"Athair, what are you doing !?" Thunderhawk yelled.
"He's glued, he won't get up !" he exclaimed, rather proud of himself.
"These are just papers, Third-son, they won't even slow him down !" the lavender Guardian said, throwing his pillow toward Athair's face.
"IT'S WAR !!!" Sabre yelled cheerfully.
One word to describe what followed : chaos.
"Locke, you're stepping on my tail !"
"Take this, you sore loser !"
"I think I just twisted something…"
"Thunderhawk, go away ! You stink !"
"Who's to blame ?"
Knuckles was still watching the scene, ignored by his ancestors. He was gaping, wide eyed, and wished he could take a photo… What do I do now ?
Nodding to himself, he gathered his courage. And he closed the door, getting out…
Phew, I'm done ! Hope you all got a good laugh out of my insanity !