KND: Run
R- Running away
U- Undeniably
N- Necessary
Disclaimer: I don't own KND and this is the only time that I'm going to write this disclaimer!
Chapter2: The Others Find Out
"Bye Jason," Nigel Uno said cheerily as he climbed out of the checkered car, "thanks for the lift!" he cried as he waved to the old man as the car started to drive away.
"No problem Nigel," the old man said happily in a gruff voice, "I'd help you reach a spot anytime," he said as he to Nigel as he drove off.
*We'd have such a carefree world if most adults thought and behaved like that. * (Nigel's thoughts)
Nigel sighed and headed towards his parent's vacation cabin. He had never been there before as it was usually a place where his mother and father would go to alone to 'get away' from the hustle and bustle of home and work to relax. Of course Nigel knew what else they'd do at the cabin and would always tease them about it in private. His mother would chastise him (while blushing) and his father would either blush, dash out the room when he believed that Nigel was going to ask them or say anything that had to do with that, or simply look the other way and pretend not to hear what his son said; no matter how loud Nigel said it (Nigel hated that last one because often he'd get angry and storm off. And he soon heard his parents laughing at him afterwards).
Nigel had finally got off the grassy path and started walking up the concrete walk way that lead to the wooden stairs and porch. He still wondered why his father had called when he had just got off the plane (he had just returned after spending one in France with his KND pen pal Dijon) and told him to come straight to the cabin and not head home. When Nigel protested his father actually got extremely angry and shouted at him, telling him that he had to come there right now and that his mother would have wanted him to come (Nigel had a soft spot for his mother. Despite their disagreements including him being into science too much and trying to be more social by 'expanding' his group of friends- his mother was from the upper class and wanted him to make friends with the more prominent people and children in and outside his neighbourhood). Nigel pondered on that for a moment, but after a few more exchanges of arguing words he relented and agreed to come. His father gave him the address and some directions and Nigel hung up and went to get a taxi. He had gotten lucky that Mr. Jonathan (aka: Jason) Brick had seen him walking solemnly after having to walk for nearly half-hour.
After Nigel had left the airport, none of the taxi drivers or buses would pick him up. Not even when he showed them cash and told them he'd pay five times the normal fare. Nigel was rather annoyed that his mother hadn't picked him up as it was originally arranged. Had they forgot that unescorted children almost never get to do anything? Especially getting transportation from adults or teenagers. Jason saw him walking with his luggage and asked him what happened (Jason was an old man, so when he was young there was no KND and the children were treated worse than crud. He was one of the few adults who not only appreciated the KND, but also liked- in Jason's case 'loved'-kids) and despite Nigel's reluctance to tell him he soon got the truth. Jason, furious at those drivers behaviour offered to drive Nigel wherever he wanted to go. Nigel was relieved as his father had told him that to get to the cabin, it was at least a three hour drive (his home was a one hour drive away from the airport) and he really didn't want to know how long it would take to get there by foot while carrying luggage.
He reached the wooden steps and stepped on the mahogany wood porch. His father had the cabin specially made with Mahogany wood and cedar as an Anniversary gift for his mother five years ago. His father was rich and also had a lot of prestige back in Britain, but he always wanted a simple happy life was able to find this in America (he met Nigel's mother on the very plane that flew him to America when he went there to live). Despite his mother's complaints about them living a better life back at the mansion in Britain (they went to Britain to get married and stayed their for a few more years after having Nigel), Nigel knew that if she had leave them or even just dad to get back that very lifestyle, she'd never do it.
He knocked on the door and waited. He had set down his two black suitcases beside him. The only thing that he didn't remove was his red backpack in which he kept his basic necessities and some of his KND spy and fighting gear. He was wearing a red shirt, brown shorts, and white sneakers with white ankle socks and his usual sunglasses.
As he waited for his father to answer the door he looked at the potted plants on the porch and the beautiful and lush flower beds that lined along the concrete walkway. He then looked at the cabin. It was a log cabin of small yet suitable size with two font windows, a front door and it was story so every thing was on the ground floor. Nigel snickered suddenly at the thought of everything and every room being on the ground floor. But he quickly put on a straight face so his father wouldn't notice his mischievous discovery or thoughts.
"Nigel?" his father asked from inside, "is that you?" he asked his voice sounding very worried and fearful.
"Yes Dad it's me," Nigel said his British accent making it even more obvious. But he raised an eye brow as he said this because of the fearful tone he could pick up in his father's voice.
*Why does he sound so fearful? He was usually so jolly. Especially when he gets to spend uninterrupted or quality time with me or his Mom (or both). * (Nigel's thoughts)
Suddenly Nigel heard several clicks as if special locks were opening on the inside of the cabin door. After hearing more than twenty clicks, he heard his father say, "Come in."
[Readers please note: I have decided to name his father Michael Brown, so from now on he will be referred to as father\Dad or Mr. Brown.]
Nigel opened the door and walked in very slowly with his luggage (his father's tone and the many clicks he heard before the door opened, worried him) and looked at his father who looked rather solemn as he sat on the couch.
"Close the door Nigel," Mr. Brown instructed.
Nigel did so but kept looking back at his father through his sunglasses.
*What's wrong with you Dad? You are acting as if you have just or are about to attend a funeral. I know that you sounded harsh on the phone and that kind of surprised me. But your behaviour now is starting to really freak me out. WHAT IS GOING ON! * (Nigel)
Nigel thoughts were disrupted by sudden clicking noises. Nigel stood in shock and horror as he saw lots of locks and bolts flip out from under the wood\logs on all sides of the door and bolted it shut. Then chains came out and made the door even more secure.
"Your mother had that installed for extra security measures," Mr. Brown explained, "Nigel I have to tell you....," he stopped, his eyes moving from Nigel to staring down at his own shoes.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" Nigel demanded as his began to fill with panic, "Mom was in the CIA, but not even MY BEDROOM DOOR is specially BOLTED THAT MUCH!" he cried pointing at the heavily bolted (and chained) front door.
"Nigel," Mr. Brown said his voice falling to a small depressed whisper, "I'm sorry but your mother is....," he stopped suddenly and started taking in deep breaths, not looking Nigel in the face.
"What's going on father," Nigel demanded as he removed his sunglasses, his voice no longer loud and panicked but low and stern, "tell me," he said as she stared at his father who was finally able look up at Nigel's face and look him straight into his son's stern yet questioning dark brown eyes.
"Your mother's dead Nigel," Mr. Brown said his voice starting to break, "she was murdered, early this morning and I think that it's best neither of us go back there," he said tears beginning to come close to overflowing from his own dark brown eyes.
"What," Nigel tried to shout but only came out in a shocked whisper as fears quickly crept into his widening eyes, "s-sh-she's gone?" he stuttered in disbelief as tears began to form in his own eyes, "What," he repeated as if he didn't hear what his father had said but really it was said because of his shock and disbelief.
"She's DEAD Nigel," Mr. Brown said between soft sobs his face now in his hands, "I went to get her some strawberry ice-cream and the car stalled at the 24hr M.J. Supermarket," he said his voice very broken, "It took the mechanic at 'Randy's Car Repair' (next to the supermarket) nearly 20 min. to fix it and by the time I reached home," he lifted his head from his hands but his voice and facial expressions suddenly sounded and looked as if he was not only remembering but was actually there right now, "she was totally butchered Nigel," he said still looking lost in his thoughts, "Richard the Slasher got her Nigel, I am so sorry," he said as he started to return to reality.
Nigel stood there in complete shock. Richard the Slasher was a serial killer who had been evading capture from authorities for nearly seven years. He was only known to have blonde hair and blue eyes and it is still disputed if he is a child (or young teen now) or an adult. Many of the killings for the first two years were determined to be done by a child. All killings had the exact same style, same evidence left behind, and it was impossible for a child to become an adult after three years (hair samples found were similar but some later showed that it came from a much older person). The first three years showed definite proof that it was a child, vents that the killer went through could fit children or midgets, a voice from the killer that they tested despite being warped by special equipment proved to be that of a child, and a video camera showed the killers back and shadow and it was definitely a small person on the video. But since the first three years, the killer has stopped speaking when he goes catches and kills victims.
* But Richard the Slasher had just killed a family of five in Barbados three days ago and he had killed twenty people in America two weeks ago. He never returned to a country to kill again until at least four months had passed. What was he doing in America? I remember from the news that he was described as an intelligent sadistic murderer and definitely not one that killed people for hire (money). * (Nigel)
"She's dead," Nigel said his voice cracking, "she's dead," he repeated as he walked to the couch and sat beside his father, "why did this happen father, its not like she has a bad reputation and she was in Sweden's CIA," he said as he looked up at his father, "they made her untraceable, she told us that," he said his voice cracked and tears flowing freely from his eyes.
"Nigel," Mr. Brown said his voice no longer cracked but it now sounded very small and tired, "they were after you," he said as Nigel suddenly gasped as his eyes went extremely wide, "your mother had her tape recorder with her in the bed and recorded the last moments of her laugh," he said as he struggled nit to cry again, "she ran and fought as best as she could," he said his voice hinting that it might crack again, "but that monster got her Nigel, he got to her."
"They're after you Nigel," Mr. Brown Continued, "all I really know is that they're after members of some KND group and that there was more than one person with that monster, including some kid with a helmet that she called 'One of the Delightful Children," he said his voice sounded rather confused as he was mainly recalling stuff that he heard on the tape, he didn't really understand much of it.
Nigel just sat there in disbelief.
*The Delightful Children and the Adults had decided to take it this far? Murdering all of us KND operatives one by one. Who'd be next? Numbuh 2, 3, 4, 5? But there was one thing for certain. I can't stay here for another second. Who knows how long before they figure that I'm with my father and start checking out every spot we could be and own? *
"Nigel," his father said suddenly, "your mother wasn't certain on the tape that I should give you this but I think its best that you have it," he said as he put his hand into his pocket and took out a small tape recorder. Nigel took it from him in silence and simply sat there staring at his father with worried but decided eyes.
"I know Nigel," his father said as he tried to produce a smile but that quickly failed, "Goodbye my sweet little boy," he said softly as he placed a hand lovingly on his bald scalp.
"Goodbye Dad," Nigel said his voice still cracked.
*I know that I have to do now, I have to Run * (Nigel)
*He doesn't know yet that they're not only after him but all him family members and relatives as well. It's best that he doesn't know that yet. If he knew that I was in imminent danger, he'd want to stay with her. He'd want to be anywhere that I'd have to go. I can't let him do that. I just can't. *
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"Give her back!" Kuki cried angrily at the lady behind the counter.
"I told you already little girl," the lady said sternly but there was a hint of scorn in her voice as she looked down at Kuki, "the person who sent her to this agency said it was best to keep her here for own safety and until I get permission I cannot release her," she said formally, "and it is Miss Jacqueline Porter dear, I am not nameless," she added pointedly.
"It won't be until I get my daughter back!" Kuki's mother cried angrily as she came back to the counter again, "I have been standing an d sitting around here from 7 am and it is now12: 30pm," she ranted, "I want to know why I can't get my daughter back!" she cried and banged on the counter in frustration, "this is an adoption agency and as you can see right in front of you my daughter Mushi has a mother and a sister right here who at no time gave her up!"
"Not that your other daughter here could do that anyway," Miss Porter jeered, "but I cannot give you your daughter back until I am notified that it is safe for her to be returned," she said slowly, "anyway, I notice that in the file that you've shown me that your married," she said as she fixed her dark blue rimmed glasses on her nose, "may I inquire where the husband is, Mam," she said a slight smile playing on her lips.
[I have decided to name her mother Maeco Sanban -I don't know the family's last name, if any has been revealed in the show- in this fan fiction. She will be referred to by that name from now on.]
"My husband is in the hospital," Maeco Sanban said and sighed, "please young lady," she pleaded, "tell the management that everything is alright and that we can take care of Mushi."
"I cannot do that," Miss Porter stated, "I am to wait until I get the call that will confirm that she is finally safe enough to be returned," she said her voice hinting that she was loosing her patience, "I can guarantee you that the person who ordered her here knows what he is doing," she said as she leaned back in the chair, a sly grin on her face.
"You never said the person was a man!" Kuki cried suddenly.
Maeco looked at Kuki in surprise then back at Miss Porter. She started to grin when she saw a look of shock and panic spread across Miss Porter's now pale face.
"Well I s-sa-said he but he can be used as...," Miss Porter rambled.
"He is used for men," Maeco Sanban said with a little chuckle, "even hermaphadites (whatever the spelling is for it!) don't want to be called he," she said and giggled at the angry young woman.
"I am not the one who has a daughter waiting to possibly be given up for adoption in this building," Miss Porter said and her statement quickly wiped the grin off Mrs. Sanban face, "yes Mrs. Sanban, if the person who is to call me tells me that you're unfit," she said and smiled when she saw the frightened little girl peek over the counter at her, "you will have more than one daughter to worry about," she said in a tone that sounded like a serious threat.
"But," Miss Porter continued, "there is something that can be done," she said a mischievous grin appeared on the young adults face, "I shouldn't even tell you this (Mrs. Sanban raises an eyebrow while Kuki looks at her suspiciously) but the person who had your baby girl sent here said that it was unsafe for you to have two children right now," she said with a slight as she looked in Kuki's direction, "you can get Mushi back but let's just say that you'll have to do a little exchange," she said as she started to loudly crack her knuckles, 'Mushi (crack) for (crack, crack, crack) your little (Crack) girl here (Crack, Crack) Kuki (CRACK- Cracks all of them at one time)," she said bluntly as she finished cracking her knuckles.
"I am not going to give Kuki to YOU!" Mrs. Sanban cried as she looked Miss Porter up and down as if she was crazy, "and I am not using her as a bargaining chip either!" she cried as she hugged her daughter tightly to herself, "these are children your talking about not gambling chips, you don't just give one away to get another one!" she cried incredulously.
"I never said give away this is not bingo parlor or some bazaar," Miss Porter said formally, "I simply suggested a way of getting the baby one back," she said feigning innocence, "if you don't want the to take my advice you'll simply have to wait, over there," she added and pointed at the chairs in the far corner of the building.
"But it's so far away from your um office," Mrs. Sanban teased, "Kuki and I would like to get a good view when THE CALL TO GET MY DAUGHTER BACK COMES!" she said angrily and the lady took the file that she had dealing with Mrs. Gonzales and her children and threw it furiously.
"NOW YOU LISTEN TO ME!" Miss Porter cried and stood up so quickly that Kuki dived under the counter frightened and Mrs. Sanban stepped back in shock, "NO ONE HERE GIVES A DAMN ABOUT YOU!" she cried angrily her emerald green shooting invisible daggers of anger at Mrs. Sanban's face, "I'm nineteen and probably the only person her who will give you the chance to say shit," she said her voice suddenly becoming an angry whisper and then she suddenly bent low and placed on the counter then beckoned Mrs. Sanban down to her with a finger.
"Do you really want your daughter back," Miss Porter whispered, "are you willing to do whatever it takes if none of your children have to stay at this adoption center any longer?" she asks Mrs. Sanban (Mrs. Sanban humbly nods), "Whatever it takes," she said emphasizing on each word (Mrs. Sanban nods again).
"Then follow me," Miss Porter said suddenly as she came from behind the counter and started walking towards the entrance.
"Come on Kuki lets go get your sister," Mrs. Sanban said a bit cheerily knowing that she might soon have her daughter back.
But Kuki sat there frozen her eyes staring at the television grilled to the wall across them.
"Come on Kuki this is no time for....," Mrs. Sanban said with a laugh but her face went from happiness to outmost horror and shock when she saw what was on the muted television screen. The news station was showing the scene of a recent murder and there were bloodstains splashing the walls of a fancy bedroom. But when the news man showed the wall above the bed Mrs. Sanban covered her mouth in horror. The words said 'GIVE US NIGEL UNO'. Then they showed the murder victim still on the bed, Mrs. Sanban couldn't fight back the tears when she realized that it Mrs. Cornelia Brown, her long time friend and mother of her daughters friend.
"Come Now!" Mrs. Porter said coldly and Mrs. Sanban grabbed Kuki's hand hurried after Miss Porter.
As they walked outside they suddenly heard a muffled cry. Two men came from behind a corner and they were holding Mushi.
"You said you were willing to whatever it takes for your child," Miss Porter said coldly as she turned to Mrs. Sanban, her black haired ponytail flying up behind her, "her freedom for YOU," she said venomously as she pointed at Mrs. Sanban, her sky blue eyes showing her seriousness.
"Fine but let them go," Mrs. Sanban surrendered.
"Kuki, Mushi, please run right now or I'll change my mind," Mrs. Porter snapped as Mushi was let go and ran to her mother.
Kuki with tears in her eyes pulled Mushi from her mother.
"I'll be all right go with your sister Mushi," Mrs. Sanban instructed her baby girl, "Goodbye both of you."
"Bye mummy," the both said in unison and broke off at a fast run.
After they turned a corner Mrs. Sanban heard a soft but evil laugh, she turned in time to see young Miss Porter remove her glasses and grin at her evilly.
That was all Mrs. Sanban saw before Miss Porter suddenly did a spinning kick at her neck (Mrs. Sanban's neck), breaking it.
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#5 and #4 continued running. They had to get to Hoagie's house and warn him. #5 knew that Nigel had gone on a last minute trip and #4 knew that Kuki's family went away to visit family.
But when they reached Hoagie's house they both stopped in shock. Hoagies home had been burnt to the ground.
End of Chapter 2
Chapter3: What the HELL is to HAPPEN NEXT!
(I'm a bit uncertain about this chappie too but here's the basic summation people)
In the next chapter (Dum, Dum Dum!): Some of the KND find each other at headquarters. But where are the others? What the HECK has happened to Hoagie (beside his house now being a big pile of ash and a public eyesore)? Could he still be alive? Tune in to the next chapter to find out what happened that night at Hoagie's home when his father had a BIG family get together.
N.B.- If I personally feel like it I'll put what's on the tape recorder that Nigel's mother had before she was brutally slaughtered in the next chappie! But I need to get at least six reviews before I even consider doing it! Or you'll have to wait til, well, hell I don't care I know what's on the tape already since I write the fiction. (Ha! Ha!)
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R- Running away
U- Undeniably
N- Necessary
Disclaimer: I don't own KND and this is the only time that I'm going to write this disclaimer!
Chapter2: The Others Find Out
"Bye Jason," Nigel Uno said cheerily as he climbed out of the checkered car, "thanks for the lift!" he cried as he waved to the old man as the car started to drive away.
"No problem Nigel," the old man said happily in a gruff voice, "I'd help you reach a spot anytime," he said as he to Nigel as he drove off.
*We'd have such a carefree world if most adults thought and behaved like that. * (Nigel's thoughts)
Nigel sighed and headed towards his parent's vacation cabin. He had never been there before as it was usually a place where his mother and father would go to alone to 'get away' from the hustle and bustle of home and work to relax. Of course Nigel knew what else they'd do at the cabin and would always tease them about it in private. His mother would chastise him (while blushing) and his father would either blush, dash out the room when he believed that Nigel was going to ask them or say anything that had to do with that, or simply look the other way and pretend not to hear what his son said; no matter how loud Nigel said it (Nigel hated that last one because often he'd get angry and storm off. And he soon heard his parents laughing at him afterwards).
Nigel had finally got off the grassy path and started walking up the concrete walk way that lead to the wooden stairs and porch. He still wondered why his father had called when he had just got off the plane (he had just returned after spending one in France with his KND pen pal Dijon) and told him to come straight to the cabin and not head home. When Nigel protested his father actually got extremely angry and shouted at him, telling him that he had to come there right now and that his mother would have wanted him to come (Nigel had a soft spot for his mother. Despite their disagreements including him being into science too much and trying to be more social by 'expanding' his group of friends- his mother was from the upper class and wanted him to make friends with the more prominent people and children in and outside his neighbourhood). Nigel pondered on that for a moment, but after a few more exchanges of arguing words he relented and agreed to come. His father gave him the address and some directions and Nigel hung up and went to get a taxi. He had gotten lucky that Mr. Jonathan (aka: Jason) Brick had seen him walking solemnly after having to walk for nearly half-hour.
After Nigel had left the airport, none of the taxi drivers or buses would pick him up. Not even when he showed them cash and told them he'd pay five times the normal fare. Nigel was rather annoyed that his mother hadn't picked him up as it was originally arranged. Had they forgot that unescorted children almost never get to do anything? Especially getting transportation from adults or teenagers. Jason saw him walking with his luggage and asked him what happened (Jason was an old man, so when he was young there was no KND and the children were treated worse than crud. He was one of the few adults who not only appreciated the KND, but also liked- in Jason's case 'loved'-kids) and despite Nigel's reluctance to tell him he soon got the truth. Jason, furious at those drivers behaviour offered to drive Nigel wherever he wanted to go. Nigel was relieved as his father had told him that to get to the cabin, it was at least a three hour drive (his home was a one hour drive away from the airport) and he really didn't want to know how long it would take to get there by foot while carrying luggage.
He reached the wooden steps and stepped on the mahogany wood porch. His father had the cabin specially made with Mahogany wood and cedar as an Anniversary gift for his mother five years ago. His father was rich and also had a lot of prestige back in Britain, but he always wanted a simple happy life was able to find this in America (he met Nigel's mother on the very plane that flew him to America when he went there to live). Despite his mother's complaints about them living a better life back at the mansion in Britain (they went to Britain to get married and stayed their for a few more years after having Nigel), Nigel knew that if she had leave them or even just dad to get back that very lifestyle, she'd never do it.
He knocked on the door and waited. He had set down his two black suitcases beside him. The only thing that he didn't remove was his red backpack in which he kept his basic necessities and some of his KND spy and fighting gear. He was wearing a red shirt, brown shorts, and white sneakers with white ankle socks and his usual sunglasses.
As he waited for his father to answer the door he looked at the potted plants on the porch and the beautiful and lush flower beds that lined along the concrete walkway. He then looked at the cabin. It was a log cabin of small yet suitable size with two font windows, a front door and it was story so every thing was on the ground floor. Nigel snickered suddenly at the thought of everything and every room being on the ground floor. But he quickly put on a straight face so his father wouldn't notice his mischievous discovery or thoughts.
"Nigel?" his father asked from inside, "is that you?" he asked his voice sounding very worried and fearful.
"Yes Dad it's me," Nigel said his British accent making it even more obvious. But he raised an eye brow as he said this because of the fearful tone he could pick up in his father's voice.
*Why does he sound so fearful? He was usually so jolly. Especially when he gets to spend uninterrupted or quality time with me or his Mom (or both). * (Nigel's thoughts)
Suddenly Nigel heard several clicks as if special locks were opening on the inside of the cabin door. After hearing more than twenty clicks, he heard his father say, "Come in."
[Readers please note: I have decided to name his father Michael Brown, so from now on he will be referred to as father\Dad or Mr. Brown.]
Nigel opened the door and walked in very slowly with his luggage (his father's tone and the many clicks he heard before the door opened, worried him) and looked at his father who looked rather solemn as he sat on the couch.
"Close the door Nigel," Mr. Brown instructed.
Nigel did so but kept looking back at his father through his sunglasses.
*What's wrong with you Dad? You are acting as if you have just or are about to attend a funeral. I know that you sounded harsh on the phone and that kind of surprised me. But your behaviour now is starting to really freak me out. WHAT IS GOING ON! * (Nigel)
Nigel thoughts were disrupted by sudden clicking noises. Nigel stood in shock and horror as he saw lots of locks and bolts flip out from under the wood\logs on all sides of the door and bolted it shut. Then chains came out and made the door even more secure.
"Your mother had that installed for extra security measures," Mr. Brown explained, "Nigel I have to tell you....," he stopped, his eyes moving from Nigel to staring down at his own shoes.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" Nigel demanded as his began to fill with panic, "Mom was in the CIA, but not even MY BEDROOM DOOR is specially BOLTED THAT MUCH!" he cried pointing at the heavily bolted (and chained) front door.
"Nigel," Mr. Brown said his voice falling to a small depressed whisper, "I'm sorry but your mother is....," he stopped suddenly and started taking in deep breaths, not looking Nigel in the face.
"What's going on father," Nigel demanded as he removed his sunglasses, his voice no longer loud and panicked but low and stern, "tell me," he said as she stared at his father who was finally able look up at Nigel's face and look him straight into his son's stern yet questioning dark brown eyes.
"Your mother's dead Nigel," Mr. Brown said his voice starting to break, "she was murdered, early this morning and I think that it's best neither of us go back there," he said tears beginning to come close to overflowing from his own dark brown eyes.
"What," Nigel tried to shout but only came out in a shocked whisper as fears quickly crept into his widening eyes, "s-sh-she's gone?" he stuttered in disbelief as tears began to form in his own eyes, "What," he repeated as if he didn't hear what his father had said but really it was said because of his shock and disbelief.
"She's DEAD Nigel," Mr. Brown said between soft sobs his face now in his hands, "I went to get her some strawberry ice-cream and the car stalled at the 24hr M.J. Supermarket," he said his voice very broken, "It took the mechanic at 'Randy's Car Repair' (next to the supermarket) nearly 20 min. to fix it and by the time I reached home," he lifted his head from his hands but his voice and facial expressions suddenly sounded and looked as if he was not only remembering but was actually there right now, "she was totally butchered Nigel," he said still looking lost in his thoughts, "Richard the Slasher got her Nigel, I am so sorry," he said as he started to return to reality.
Nigel stood there in complete shock. Richard the Slasher was a serial killer who had been evading capture from authorities for nearly seven years. He was only known to have blonde hair and blue eyes and it is still disputed if he is a child (or young teen now) or an adult. Many of the killings for the first two years were determined to be done by a child. All killings had the exact same style, same evidence left behind, and it was impossible for a child to become an adult after three years (hair samples found were similar but some later showed that it came from a much older person). The first three years showed definite proof that it was a child, vents that the killer went through could fit children or midgets, a voice from the killer that they tested despite being warped by special equipment proved to be that of a child, and a video camera showed the killers back and shadow and it was definitely a small person on the video. But since the first three years, the killer has stopped speaking when he goes catches and kills victims.
* But Richard the Slasher had just killed a family of five in Barbados three days ago and he had killed twenty people in America two weeks ago. He never returned to a country to kill again until at least four months had passed. What was he doing in America? I remember from the news that he was described as an intelligent sadistic murderer and definitely not one that killed people for hire (money). * (Nigel)
"She's dead," Nigel said his voice cracking, "she's dead," he repeated as he walked to the couch and sat beside his father, "why did this happen father, its not like she has a bad reputation and she was in Sweden's CIA," he said as he looked up at his father, "they made her untraceable, she told us that," he said his voice cracked and tears flowing freely from his eyes.
"Nigel," Mr. Brown said his voice no longer cracked but it now sounded very small and tired, "they were after you," he said as Nigel suddenly gasped as his eyes went extremely wide, "your mother had her tape recorder with her in the bed and recorded the last moments of her laugh," he said as he struggled nit to cry again, "she ran and fought as best as she could," he said his voice hinting that it might crack again, "but that monster got her Nigel, he got to her."
"They're after you Nigel," Mr. Brown Continued, "all I really know is that they're after members of some KND group and that there was more than one person with that monster, including some kid with a helmet that she called 'One of the Delightful Children," he said his voice sounded rather confused as he was mainly recalling stuff that he heard on the tape, he didn't really understand much of it.
Nigel just sat there in disbelief.
*The Delightful Children and the Adults had decided to take it this far? Murdering all of us KND operatives one by one. Who'd be next? Numbuh 2, 3, 4, 5? But there was one thing for certain. I can't stay here for another second. Who knows how long before they figure that I'm with my father and start checking out every spot we could be and own? *
"Nigel," his father said suddenly, "your mother wasn't certain on the tape that I should give you this but I think its best that you have it," he said as he put his hand into his pocket and took out a small tape recorder. Nigel took it from him in silence and simply sat there staring at his father with worried but decided eyes.
"I know Nigel," his father said as he tried to produce a smile but that quickly failed, "Goodbye my sweet little boy," he said softly as he placed a hand lovingly on his bald scalp.
"Goodbye Dad," Nigel said his voice still cracked.
*I know that I have to do now, I have to Run * (Nigel)
*He doesn't know yet that they're not only after him but all him family members and relatives as well. It's best that he doesn't know that yet. If he knew that I was in imminent danger, he'd want to stay with her. He'd want to be anywhere that I'd have to go. I can't let him do that. I just can't. *
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"Give her back!" Kuki cried angrily at the lady behind the counter.
"I told you already little girl," the lady said sternly but there was a hint of scorn in her voice as she looked down at Kuki, "the person who sent her to this agency said it was best to keep her here for own safety and until I get permission I cannot release her," she said formally, "and it is Miss Jacqueline Porter dear, I am not nameless," she added pointedly.
"It won't be until I get my daughter back!" Kuki's mother cried angrily as she came back to the counter again, "I have been standing an d sitting around here from 7 am and it is now12: 30pm," she ranted, "I want to know why I can't get my daughter back!" she cried and banged on the counter in frustration, "this is an adoption agency and as you can see right in front of you my daughter Mushi has a mother and a sister right here who at no time gave her up!"
"Not that your other daughter here could do that anyway," Miss Porter jeered, "but I cannot give you your daughter back until I am notified that it is safe for her to be returned," she said slowly, "anyway, I notice that in the file that you've shown me that your married," she said as she fixed her dark blue rimmed glasses on her nose, "may I inquire where the husband is, Mam," she said a slight smile playing on her lips.
[I have decided to name her mother Maeco Sanban -I don't know the family's last name, if any has been revealed in the show- in this fan fiction. She will be referred to by that name from now on.]
"My husband is in the hospital," Maeco Sanban said and sighed, "please young lady," she pleaded, "tell the management that everything is alright and that we can take care of Mushi."
"I cannot do that," Miss Porter stated, "I am to wait until I get the call that will confirm that she is finally safe enough to be returned," she said her voice hinting that she was loosing her patience, "I can guarantee you that the person who ordered her here knows what he is doing," she said as she leaned back in the chair, a sly grin on her face.
"You never said the person was a man!" Kuki cried suddenly.
Maeco looked at Kuki in surprise then back at Miss Porter. She started to grin when she saw a look of shock and panic spread across Miss Porter's now pale face.
"Well I s-sa-said he but he can be used as...," Miss Porter rambled.
"He is used for men," Maeco Sanban said with a little chuckle, "even hermaphadites (whatever the spelling is for it!) don't want to be called he," she said and giggled at the angry young woman.
"I am not the one who has a daughter waiting to possibly be given up for adoption in this building," Miss Porter said and her statement quickly wiped the grin off Mrs. Sanban face, "yes Mrs. Sanban, if the person who is to call me tells me that you're unfit," she said and smiled when she saw the frightened little girl peek over the counter at her, "you will have more than one daughter to worry about," she said in a tone that sounded like a serious threat.
"But," Miss Porter continued, "there is something that can be done," she said a mischievous grin appeared on the young adults face, "I shouldn't even tell you this (Mrs. Sanban raises an eyebrow while Kuki looks at her suspiciously) but the person who had your baby girl sent here said that it was unsafe for you to have two children right now," she said with a slight as she looked in Kuki's direction, "you can get Mushi back but let's just say that you'll have to do a little exchange," she said as she started to loudly crack her knuckles, 'Mushi (crack) for (crack, crack, crack) your little (Crack) girl here (Crack, Crack) Kuki (CRACK- Cracks all of them at one time)," she said bluntly as she finished cracking her knuckles.
"I am not going to give Kuki to YOU!" Mrs. Sanban cried as she looked Miss Porter up and down as if she was crazy, "and I am not using her as a bargaining chip either!" she cried as she hugged her daughter tightly to herself, "these are children your talking about not gambling chips, you don't just give one away to get another one!" she cried incredulously.
"I never said give away this is not bingo parlor or some bazaar," Miss Porter said formally, "I simply suggested a way of getting the baby one back," she said feigning innocence, "if you don't want the to take my advice you'll simply have to wait, over there," she added and pointed at the chairs in the far corner of the building.
"But it's so far away from your um office," Mrs. Sanban teased, "Kuki and I would like to get a good view when THE CALL TO GET MY DAUGHTER BACK COMES!" she said angrily and the lady took the file that she had dealing with Mrs. Gonzales and her children and threw it furiously.
"NOW YOU LISTEN TO ME!" Miss Porter cried and stood up so quickly that Kuki dived under the counter frightened and Mrs. Sanban stepped back in shock, "NO ONE HERE GIVES A DAMN ABOUT YOU!" she cried angrily her emerald green shooting invisible daggers of anger at Mrs. Sanban's face, "I'm nineteen and probably the only person her who will give you the chance to say shit," she said her voice suddenly becoming an angry whisper and then she suddenly bent low and placed on the counter then beckoned Mrs. Sanban down to her with a finger.
"Do you really want your daughter back," Miss Porter whispered, "are you willing to do whatever it takes if none of your children have to stay at this adoption center any longer?" she asks Mrs. Sanban (Mrs. Sanban humbly nods), "Whatever it takes," she said emphasizing on each word (Mrs. Sanban nods again).
"Then follow me," Miss Porter said suddenly as she came from behind the counter and started walking towards the entrance.
"Come on Kuki lets go get your sister," Mrs. Sanban said a bit cheerily knowing that she might soon have her daughter back.
But Kuki sat there frozen her eyes staring at the television grilled to the wall across them.
"Come on Kuki this is no time for....," Mrs. Sanban said with a laugh but her face went from happiness to outmost horror and shock when she saw what was on the muted television screen. The news station was showing the scene of a recent murder and there were bloodstains splashing the walls of a fancy bedroom. But when the news man showed the wall above the bed Mrs. Sanban covered her mouth in horror. The words said 'GIVE US NIGEL UNO'. Then they showed the murder victim still on the bed, Mrs. Sanban couldn't fight back the tears when she realized that it Mrs. Cornelia Brown, her long time friend and mother of her daughters friend.
"Come Now!" Mrs. Porter said coldly and Mrs. Sanban grabbed Kuki's hand hurried after Miss Porter.
As they walked outside they suddenly heard a muffled cry. Two men came from behind a corner and they were holding Mushi.
"You said you were willing to whatever it takes for your child," Miss Porter said coldly as she turned to Mrs. Sanban, her black haired ponytail flying up behind her, "her freedom for YOU," she said venomously as she pointed at Mrs. Sanban, her sky blue eyes showing her seriousness.
"Fine but let them go," Mrs. Sanban surrendered.
"Kuki, Mushi, please run right now or I'll change my mind," Mrs. Porter snapped as Mushi was let go and ran to her mother.
Kuki with tears in her eyes pulled Mushi from her mother.
"I'll be all right go with your sister Mushi," Mrs. Sanban instructed her baby girl, "Goodbye both of you."
"Bye mummy," the both said in unison and broke off at a fast run.
After they turned a corner Mrs. Sanban heard a soft but evil laugh, she turned in time to see young Miss Porter remove her glasses and grin at her evilly.
That was all Mrs. Sanban saw before Miss Porter suddenly did a spinning kick at her neck (Mrs. Sanban's neck), breaking it.
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#5 and #4 continued running. They had to get to Hoagie's house and warn him. #5 knew that Nigel had gone on a last minute trip and #4 knew that Kuki's family went away to visit family.
But when they reached Hoagie's house they both stopped in shock. Hoagies home had been burnt to the ground.
End of Chapter 2
Chapter3: What the HELL is to HAPPEN NEXT!
(I'm a bit uncertain about this chappie too but here's the basic summation people)
In the next chapter (Dum, Dum Dum!): Some of the KND find each other at headquarters. But where are the others? What the HECK has happened to Hoagie (beside his house now being a big pile of ash and a public eyesore)? Could he still be alive? Tune in to the next chapter to find out what happened that night at Hoagie's home when his father had a BIG family get together.
N.B.- If I personally feel like it I'll put what's on the tape recorder that Nigel's mother had before she was brutally slaughtered in the next chappie! But I need to get at least six reviews before I even consider doing it! Or you'll have to wait til, well, hell I don't care I know what's on the tape already since I write the fiction. (Ha! Ha!)
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