Army
Double Dee awoke from his fitful slumber. Night had fallen, and all of the other children were asleep-except. . . .Where was Eddy!? He was gone! None of the other children were missing-all were safely asleep on the van floor. There were Jimmy and Sara-both were hugging Ed in their sleep, in want of an older, parental figure. Rolf was sleeping sitting up in the corner, muttering something about having no more of nana's fried octopi. Kevin was in another corner, his hat over his eyes. And Johnny was curled up in the middle, clutching Plank to his chest, thumb in his mouth. Double Dee could see the stains of dried tears on the back of Johnny's wooden playmate. And Nazz was leaning against the doors, snoring lightly.
But their was no sign of the child who had saved all of their lives.
Double Dee began to panic. Suppose Eddy had gone out for vengeance? Or to look for more survivors? What if he had gotten killed?
Double Dee was on the verge of waking the other kids when he heard the van door open. His body tensed, but then he saw Eddy slip behind the steering wheel. "Oh, hey, Double Dee," he whispered. "I thought you would still be asleep."
"Where were you, Eddy?" Double Dee whispered furiously. "I thought you had been killed!"
"Chill out," the scam artist said. "I was checking for the army. They're gone. Not a trace of them-except for looted stores."
Double Dee sighed in relief. "Were their any other survivors?"
"No. They left the adults dead on the ground, and even ran over some of the bodies. It was awful. The sight of it. . . I was sick right there. Blood everywhere. Bodies squashed in the middle, because they were ran over by tanks. It was. . . just. . . awful." A tear leaked out of his left eye. "Those gunshots we heard? After we hid? I found out why. The survivors-they had been forced into a jewelry store. They were shot. Children, old people, anyone who hadn't run, whose families thought they could win the fight. They all died. Because the government said it was only going to be a small force."
"It's okay, Eddy. It'll be all right."
Sara began to stir, waking Jimmy and Ed. Ed burped loudly, waking Nazz and Kevin. "Dude, that's so gross," Nazz said. She lightly poked Rolf. "Wake up Rolf," she said.
"Rolf does not wish to scrub your feet!" he said, coming to. "Oh. Rolf apologizes, Nazz. The son of a shepard had a bad dream."
Nazz nodded, and poked Johnny awake. "I don't want to go to school," he whined. "Nazz? What are you doin' here?" A look of comprehension dawned on his face. "Oh, yeah," he said.
"Everyone," Eddy said. " The Nazi's are gone. But. . . we are the only survivors of Peach Creek. Everyone else is dead. So. . . what do we do now?"
There was some confused muttering, then Kevin stood up. 'We fight!" he said.
Eddy nodded. "That's exactly what I think."
"I propose we form an army," Double Dee said. "We can have four ranks-a general, who will be in charge of the entire army, lieutenants, who will be second-in-commands, sergeants, who will be lower ranked than lieutenants, and privates, the average soldier."
This was greeted by enthusiasm. "I suggest," Double Dee said, "that we vote in the general, and that he ranks everyone else. No nominating yourself, please. Any suggestions."
There was silence for a moment. Then Nazz put her hand in the air. "I nominate Eddy!" she said. "He did save all our lives."
"I second the nomination!" Jimmy said.
"Very well," Double Dee said. "All in favor of Eddy being the general?"
All hands raised in the air. "Welcome to leadership, General Eddy, sir."
Eddy was dumbfounded. "Are you guys sure?" he asked. Everyone was. "All right. . . . If I'm supposed to rank everyone, then Kevin is the lieutenant."
"All right!" Kevin exclaimed.
"Rolf and Double Dee? Sergeants. Every one is a private."
"What should we call the army, General Eddy," Johnny asked.
Eddy thought about it. "The Resistors!"
"Yeah!" Everyone shouted.
"Sergeant Double Dee, I need you to start designing weapons."
"Yes, sir!"
"Privates Jimmy, Sara, and Nazz, and Lieutenant Kevin, find sufficient food to last for a few months. Store it in Mr. Onaway's house. We'll call it the Food House from now on. Everyone else, go to the hardware store and clean it out. Bring everything to Double Dee's house. We'll call that the Lab from now on. We'll all meet up at my house at. . .midnight. Oh, and get some flashlights while you are downtown, Lieutenant. Move out!"
They all did, except Double Dee. "What are you going to do, Eddy?"
"I'm going to help you, and read some of my brother's warfare books. They might come in handy."
Double Dee smiled. "Good idea, Eddy."
"Let's go."
**********************Well! *chuckles evilly* It looks like the New Nazis have a few things coming! Thank all of you who have read and reviewed. It is very enjoyable to read peoples comments on my work. I'm going to need some help with ideas for weapons for Double Dee to design, so please, let me know if you have any ideas. I've been having some trouble with my email as of late, so just include it in a review. And if I don't use your ideas, please don't be offended-it doesn't mean that it was bad, but merely that it didn't fit in the story. I don't want to mold the story around gadgets.
Double Dee awoke from his fitful slumber. Night had fallen, and all of the other children were asleep-except. . . .Where was Eddy!? He was gone! None of the other children were missing-all were safely asleep on the van floor. There were Jimmy and Sara-both were hugging Ed in their sleep, in want of an older, parental figure. Rolf was sleeping sitting up in the corner, muttering something about having no more of nana's fried octopi. Kevin was in another corner, his hat over his eyes. And Johnny was curled up in the middle, clutching Plank to his chest, thumb in his mouth. Double Dee could see the stains of dried tears on the back of Johnny's wooden playmate. And Nazz was leaning against the doors, snoring lightly.
But their was no sign of the child who had saved all of their lives.
Double Dee began to panic. Suppose Eddy had gone out for vengeance? Or to look for more survivors? What if he had gotten killed?
Double Dee was on the verge of waking the other kids when he heard the van door open. His body tensed, but then he saw Eddy slip behind the steering wheel. "Oh, hey, Double Dee," he whispered. "I thought you would still be asleep."
"Where were you, Eddy?" Double Dee whispered furiously. "I thought you had been killed!"
"Chill out," the scam artist said. "I was checking for the army. They're gone. Not a trace of them-except for looted stores."
Double Dee sighed in relief. "Were their any other survivors?"
"No. They left the adults dead on the ground, and even ran over some of the bodies. It was awful. The sight of it. . . I was sick right there. Blood everywhere. Bodies squashed in the middle, because they were ran over by tanks. It was. . . just. . . awful." A tear leaked out of his left eye. "Those gunshots we heard? After we hid? I found out why. The survivors-they had been forced into a jewelry store. They were shot. Children, old people, anyone who hadn't run, whose families thought they could win the fight. They all died. Because the government said it was only going to be a small force."
"It's okay, Eddy. It'll be all right."
Sara began to stir, waking Jimmy and Ed. Ed burped loudly, waking Nazz and Kevin. "Dude, that's so gross," Nazz said. She lightly poked Rolf. "Wake up Rolf," she said.
"Rolf does not wish to scrub your feet!" he said, coming to. "Oh. Rolf apologizes, Nazz. The son of a shepard had a bad dream."
Nazz nodded, and poked Johnny awake. "I don't want to go to school," he whined. "Nazz? What are you doin' here?" A look of comprehension dawned on his face. "Oh, yeah," he said.
"Everyone," Eddy said. " The Nazi's are gone. But. . . we are the only survivors of Peach Creek. Everyone else is dead. So. . . what do we do now?"
There was some confused muttering, then Kevin stood up. 'We fight!" he said.
Eddy nodded. "That's exactly what I think."
"I propose we form an army," Double Dee said. "We can have four ranks-a general, who will be in charge of the entire army, lieutenants, who will be second-in-commands, sergeants, who will be lower ranked than lieutenants, and privates, the average soldier."
This was greeted by enthusiasm. "I suggest," Double Dee said, "that we vote in the general, and that he ranks everyone else. No nominating yourself, please. Any suggestions."
There was silence for a moment. Then Nazz put her hand in the air. "I nominate Eddy!" she said. "He did save all our lives."
"I second the nomination!" Jimmy said.
"Very well," Double Dee said. "All in favor of Eddy being the general?"
All hands raised in the air. "Welcome to leadership, General Eddy, sir."
Eddy was dumbfounded. "Are you guys sure?" he asked. Everyone was. "All right. . . . If I'm supposed to rank everyone, then Kevin is the lieutenant."
"All right!" Kevin exclaimed.
"Rolf and Double Dee? Sergeants. Every one is a private."
"What should we call the army, General Eddy," Johnny asked.
Eddy thought about it. "The Resistors!"
"Yeah!" Everyone shouted.
"Sergeant Double Dee, I need you to start designing weapons."
"Yes, sir!"
"Privates Jimmy, Sara, and Nazz, and Lieutenant Kevin, find sufficient food to last for a few months. Store it in Mr. Onaway's house. We'll call it the Food House from now on. Everyone else, go to the hardware store and clean it out. Bring everything to Double Dee's house. We'll call that the Lab from now on. We'll all meet up at my house at. . .midnight. Oh, and get some flashlights while you are downtown, Lieutenant. Move out!"
They all did, except Double Dee. "What are you going to do, Eddy?"
"I'm going to help you, and read some of my brother's warfare books. They might come in handy."
Double Dee smiled. "Good idea, Eddy."
"Let's go."
**********************Well! *chuckles evilly* It looks like the New Nazis have a few things coming! Thank all of you who have read and reviewed. It is very enjoyable to read peoples comments on my work. I'm going to need some help with ideas for weapons for Double Dee to design, so please, let me know if you have any ideas. I've been having some trouble with my email as of late, so just include it in a review. And if I don't use your ideas, please don't be offended-it doesn't mean that it was bad, but merely that it didn't fit in the story. I don't want to mold the story around gadgets.