KND: Run
R- Running away
U- Undeniably
N- Necessary
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Reggae:Fighting Back has been moved yet again to chapter 7. Sorry for the inconvenience, but this chapter was really needed to go up before and it's not exactly the KND at their finest moment. Just read with an open mind and if you can't take the idea of a member or more of the KND being traitors don't read this. No ONE is to complain in my review box because I selected a character that they liked to be a traitor. My Review box is for reviewing of my stories not for whining babies. I'm dead serious. Sorry about this one taking so long. I got stuck, plus I had a lot of stuff to do. Please don't rant at me about this in my reviews. Also if I forgot to recommend any story, which I had promised to recommend, I'm sorry. I've been under a lot of stress lately.
I'd also like to say a special welcome to the LJ users (some of whom are also ff.net members) that I invited to read this story. I did tell you that I had a special surprise in store for you. But not all of you will be very excited about it. Still read anyway, it's a good story.
"Don't You know that Everybody's Somebody's Fool?
You've got someone running games, but you never
Have a clue.
Somebody's breaking rules, but it's always cool.
Don't you know that Everybody is Somebody's Fool?"
- Aretha Franklin (Everybody's Somebody's Fool)
Chapter6: Wrong Choices and Hard Choices
(One-hour later in the 'rich' countryside of France)
Fanny Fulbright sat around the table with her parents and rich relatives as they all laughed heartily at a joke that her Uncle Fulbright had just made about a large woman trying to jump on a horse from a high window. Fanny always had fun with her father's relatives, despite the fact that most of them were adults. The KND would never understand; they'd probably decommission her immediately. Imagine her, a decommissioning officer getting decommissioned early for breaking one of the most sacred written and unwritten laws of the KND. Never fraternize with adults, especially not through your own free will! But Fanny didn't care. As long as she had her family alongside her, adult, teenager, or child, she'd be the happiest kid alive. Even on the day that she'd become the decommissioned instead of decommissioning others. She'd try her best to take it and leave with pride. She'd save the crying and name calling for when she got home. They'd understand that something must have genuinely upset her. Not see her as a teenage ex-KND operative who wasn't willing to leave the group quietly.
"It's so nice that you'd invite us for a two week stay at your French Villa Raymond," Mrs. Felicia Fulbright said with a hearty giggle, "my daugher here seems to have been wearing herself down to a frazzle lately," she said as some of the other relatives looked at her and Fanny sank in her seat as she blushed with embarrassment, "I really don't know what it could be," she said her voice hinting suspicion as she too turned to stare at her daughter.
"Boys will be boys and Girls will be girls Felicia," Uncle Fulbright answered nonchalantly, "every one of them has something that they're stressed out about," he explained as everyone else turned to him and Fanny started to ease up in her seat carefully, "we didn't exactly tell OUR parents all of the stresses we had in our teenage lives," he stated as everyone else said 'Amen to that' andor nodded in agreement.
Fanny was now sitting up properly in her seat. She was so happy that attention had been diverted from her. She definitely didn't need her mother stressing her out about why she'd been so tired for the past six months. The mass increase of decomissioners needed for the increase of decommissioned teens had soon become 'the last straw'. She had fainted nearly two months ago after a unusually small but extremely heart wrenching decommissioning. The KND psychiatrist suggested that she take two months off to relax and 'clear her head'. She was devastated at this because she had only six months left before she herself would be decommissioned. But it was the shortest period that the psychiatrist would recommend and her boss #365 soon agreed with him. So she was nearing the completion of her two-month vacation. She was glad because during those two months, she was unable to receive any form of information about the KND as part of her relaxing orders when she received the vacation.
"You look absolutely beautiful honey," Mr. Brad Fulbright complimented Fanny suddenly and she was jerked from her reverie.
"Thank you daddy," Fanny said with a tiny blush now visible on her now rather round cheeks, "I think that my brand new dress makes me feel like a movie star," she said with a slight laugh which contagiously spread across the table, "it's a wonder that I'm not attacked by the paparazzi while wearing this," she said almost cheerily as she covered her mouth to stifle her heightening laughter.
"Because they wouldn't have a prayer if they dared to appear on my estate," Uncle Fulbright said jokingly but with a hint of seriousness in his voice, "my Chihuahua alone would scare the pants off of them much less my tight security and various breeds of vicious bad guard dogs," he said triumphantly in a thick French accent.
"So how's France treating you so far?" Aunt Helen Fulbright an older and much more serious woman (and Fanny's aunt) asked kindly.
"Very well, Madame," Mr. and Mrs. Bright responded in unison with genuine but very respectful smiles on their faces.
"I really enjoyed my stay here too," Fanny said honestly as she smiled at her aunt who smiled back and nodded with approval, "I enjoyed trying new foods, seeing the sites, learning new things," she listed as she marked them off with her right fingers, "but most of all I enjoyed spending time here with my family," she said happily as everyone smiled at her, "you guys and my wonderful parents make my life worthwhile," she revealed and one relation was so overcome with emotion that she dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief, "I only hope that my life can do the same," she added almost patriotically as several people clapped (and were quickly silenced by Mrs. Heart reprimanding look) and everyone threw smiles of approval and adoration her way.
"I hope you don't expect that to last," a female voice said coldly from a short distance behind them.
Everyone turned around to see a lithe but strong blonde haired girl standing there with a pistol in her hand as she glared at everyone at the table.
"#36…" Fanny started as she jumped up to see her best friend and KND Operative but stopped when she remembered where she was, "I mean……." She started again as she rushed from her spot that had been blocked by her tall uncle who unfortunately wasn't able to warn her in time. But she stopped when she saw #365 with a gun that was now aimed at her chest and her stance (#365's) was unwavering.
"What are you doing Boss?" Fanny asked timidly as she tried to step back, but she stopped as she saw #365's grip on the pistol tighten.
"Eliminating a pest," #365 snapped in a snarlish tone and she pulled the trigger.
Screams could be heard, but they were all deafened by Mrs. Fulbright sudden shrieks and wailing. Just then the door that was left ajar by #365 sprung open revealing over a hundred spies there to finish them off.
#365 walked over to a gasping, but nearly dead Fanny.
"You should have stayed away from him," #365 snapped at Fanny, "you were always too high strung for your own good," she continued as the dying little girl looked up at her with eyes of disappointment and disbelief, "#86, the great decommissioning officer," she said sarcastically as her eyes filled with amused and hateful scorn as she raised the gun towards the ceiling, "an annoying yet dedicated member of the KND," she stated as Fanny tried to look back as she heard cries and shrieks from her no longer visible family, "may your dedication to the wrong side make you rot out from the inside of your soul while you're cold and dead in your grave," she said hatefully as she brought the gun towards her once closest and best friends for the final and most fatal shot.
"Why?" Fanny choked out as blood gurgled from her lips and she slightly convulsed as tears flowed freely from her unmoving eyes, "why Clara Truner, a.k.a. #365, my one and only best friend," she whispered despairingly as her body now rocked with spasmic coughs, more blood flowing out her lips and nostrils onto her beautiful white chiffon dress.
"I was never your best friend," #365 said coldly and pulled the trigger.
"Run children, RUN!" Grandma Stuffum cried at #4, #5, and Mary Jane as she ran too while #2 careened ahead in his electronic wheelchair.
I just HAD to choose a NON-ELECTRIC wheelchair! (#4's thoughts)
#4 continued to wheel his chair madly with his hands as they tried to get away from their very persistent pursuers. Their pursuers came after them moments after they had found the passageway and were at first they were making good progress. At least until one of the intruders found a water main and turned it on. Now everyone was running in water that reached the KND operative's knees (well #5''s knees definitely). #5 had fallen several times, Hoagie nearly turned over at a precarious turn, #4's wheelchair stopped moving several times as a result of the water (#2's own is waterproof- WORK with me people) and Mary Jane recently fell face down for the first time and was now almost as soaked as #5. #4 unfortunately was the most soaked as his struggling to move his chair got him wet more than it got him moving. Mary Jane had fortunately given him a pair of thick black leather gloves, and they were the only reason why his hands hadn't been torn to his bare underlying flesh. Grandma Stuffum was the least soaked, as she seemed to be able to move rather quickly and so far hadn't fall once or got soaked beyond the hem of her blue dress. Hoagie meanwhile was only partially soaked as he used his aviator skills to maneuver quickly through the passage's different passageways and also able to (mostly) avoid being splashed or being toppled over. He still had an I.V. drip and he had to be careful because he had barely started recovering from his injuries.
"This way!" Grandma Stuffum instructed and they all turned left and went through the second passage way.
Then they came to a blockade where several soldier looking men stood blocking their path and grinning.
"Don't feel bad Grandma Stuffum," one of them with a thick Danish Accent said with a hint of pity, "you wouldn't have been able to escape no matter which way you went," he said sarcastically as he stepped into the light and everyone gasped except for Mary Jane, "we had a tracker placed on Mary Jane," he said simply and Mary's eyes darkened.
"So you're my brother's look alike," Mary Jane stated bluntly to the boy who was an exact look alike to the tall brown haired boy from DCFDTL, "what did they do, clone him and made you from some medical factory?" she said curtly, "or were you paid the right price to change your features?" she asked curtly.
"Why should I change my features when my twin brother and I look exactly the same?" the boy asked as Mary Jane's eyes widened in horror, "yes your brother's my twin and we got separated when he was sent away to America to be adopted and don't ask me the details it's really none of your business," he stated frankly as the others started to glare at him.
"Men," the boy stated formally, "do you have your grenades properly placed within your jackets?" he asked formally and the men said yes, "good," he said simply them suddenly flicked and object out of pocket and pressed the red button on it.
There were cries and screams as the men's chest exploded behind the boy as their grenades went off. Soon there was a pile of dead bodies not to too far behind the boy who now had a smug grin on his face.
"I never knew that the family that I was hired to kill had a KND member for a daughter," the boy stated, "I never knew that they had a child until it was too late," he told them, "I had already spent the money paid to me and had to complete my task," he said simply as the others stared at him dumbfounded by both his actions and the statement that he just now made.
"I only kill adults," the boy said formally, "the only reason that I went after Abby a.k.a. #5 here was because I needed money to get an illegal heart transplant for an elderly friend who was too low on the donor list and his insurance didn't cover most of the cost," he explained, "I wasn't told that a child was at the premises nor was I told that they had children," he continued, "I was told to kill all the occupants of the house and up until that night I was told of only two black Adults," he said, "by the time I found out that I was tricked it was too late and I couldn't give back the money because the heart transplant was already done and I knew that if I changed my mind that my friend would be in danger," he said, "I'm sorry about any pain that I've caused you #5," he said as he turned to the female agent who was glaring at him with unspeakable hate, "I checked up about you and found out everything," he concluded.
"Is that supposed to make me hate you less?" #5 asked in a hissing tone, "you kill #5's family not a pet poodle!" she snapped angrily.
"No," the boy stated simply, "and you can call me Rex if you want," he stated formally, "I'm just saying that if I were told the truth I wouldn't have tried to kill you and your family," he said honestly.
"But you're still a murderer," Mary Jane said bluntly, "killing adults doesn't make you a saint!" she snapped harshly.
"Well you're no Joan of Arc yourself," Rex responded and Mary Jane gasped at this statement, "you wouldn't even make a good Joan of Arcadia," he said frankly.
"Well your no Saint Francis yourself buddy!" #2 threw at him suddenly, "how dare you criticize Mary Jane when you KILL for a living!" he cried incredulously.
"Like I'm going to get into an argument with a half dead boy in a wheel chair," Rex said bluntly and turned his back to all of them, "I know you all still hate me but I did just save your lives," he said simply, "you guys can carefully step over the bodies and go through the exit," he said simply, "you can calm down I'm not going to follow," he said quickly, "in fact I don't think that I'm going to leave here for a while," he said truthfully and sighed.
"What you're going to do?" #4 asked him suspiciously and Rex grinned and chuckled.
"You don't want to know kid," Rex said frankly and moved over to the passage wall and leaned against it silently, "you don't want to know," he repeated softly and sighed.
#5 looked at him with unintentionally concerned suspicious. He was standing there still, eyes closed, breeze lightly blowing against his young face, the dim light in the passage made him look so young and innocent now. Then she saw it; his hands were both pressed against his side pants pockets and bulging in one of them was a gun. A pistol to be exact but a gun all the same. #5 realized what he was planning to do. What he was obviously going to do after they were out of earshot and sight.
"Rex….," #5 started but Rex interrupted her.
"Can you forgive me for what I've done in a heartbeat #5?" Rex asked her honestly, "if you can't don't try to change my decision by talking to me," he said to #5 who was so stunned that she became silent.
"What you're doing is wrong," Grandma Stuffum said slowly but firmly, "I'm not condoning what you have done," she said honestly, "but you can move forward," she told him as he suddenly started to laugh.
"Port would've said something different from that," Rex said thoughtfully as he stopped laughing heartily, "he would've told me to make sure that I didn't leave any blood on the carpet downstairs because I wasn't going to do something like that near him and give him nightmares," he paraphrased, "he was funny before and after the transplant," he said softly as he laughed again but slightly, "oh yes, he was very funny," he said dismally and looked down at his feet, "'til the day he died he was funny," he added.
"Wait he's DEAD!" #4 demanded incredulously, "but I though that he got through his transplant!" he cried.
"But not through the boss who came looking for me after hearing of my incomplete assignment," Rex responded, "he went to Port's hospital room and scared the hell out of poor weak old Port," he said, "Port's condition never improved after that, but he lived long enough to tell me everything when I came to visit him soon after the boss of this whole thing left," he told them, "I went back and pretended that I wanted to complete the assignment," he continued, "but what I really wanted was revenge for Port," he said, "but I now I don't care any longer for revenge and I know that Port really wouldn't have wanted me to do any of this," he whispered softly.
Everyone else stood there looking at him. He had just bared a piece of his soul to them and they had barely met. He already knew more about #5 than any of them knew about him. He was the murderer of nearly all of #5's immediate family, yet there were things to be pitied about him. Things about himself that obviously not even he could take.
"Come on children," Grandma Stuffum spoke up suddenly with a cheeriness that definitely didn't match the solemn atmosphere, "its best we get going before the other soldiers catch up to us," she said honestly and just then voices were heard coming their way, "like right now," she said seriously and started to usher the children towards the exit.
"It's not worth it you know," #4 said to Rex bluntly as he was ushered away.
"#5's just gonna keep her trap shut," #5 stated frankly as she headed towards the exit with the others.
"Goodbye Rex," Mary Jane said coldly as she neared the exit, "remember the consequences of doing anything rash," she added.
"Good luck to you little Boy," Grandma Stuffum said softly but loud enough for him to hear it.
"Good riddance," #2 muttered under his breath as they went through the exit, "murdering jerk!" he cried in angered annoyance.
"Let's go children," Grandma Stuffum urged them and they hurried down the short strip of straight road then turned behind a brick house.
They all stopped there and panted for a moment. Then Grandma Stuffum spoke.
"Have I taken good care of all of you?" Grandma Stuffum asked suddenly and everyone else looked at her in incredulous surprise, "haven't I kept you warm, safe, clothed, fed and loved?" she asked them softly and they all nodded carefully, "sometimes I wonder if that's enough for a child in today's kind of times," she said sadly with a sigh, "fat is out, bare thin is in, mothers now can be barely 12 and Grandmas barely 16yrs," she said solemnly and thoughtfully, "sometimes I look at the world and see how useless are my beliefs and way of life," she said generally and looked in the direction of where they had just come from.
"You're not useless Grandm……," #2 started but then stopped and his eyes bulged open when he realized what she was about to do, "Grandma you can't, you'll be killed for sure!" he cried incredulously as the others looked at him in confusion.
"Don't call me Grandma Hoagie Gilligan Jr," Grandma Stuffum said nonchalantly, "no use in getting attached to me now," she said almost sadly as she started to head back in the direction that they just headed from.
"Why?" #5 asked suddenly and Grandma Stuffum simply shrugged and continued walking. But unknown to her tears were flowing freely unto the grassy plot from #5's downcast eyes.
"You kids can take care of yourself now," Grandma Stuffum stated formally, "don't let them catch you," she stated more seriously, "and remember that you're all good kids and that I love you," she said a bit louder and quickened her pace since she was almost at the exit that she had left with the children moments before.
All they could do was watch devastatingly as an old woman walked towards her impending doom and remembered how she had cared for them in their time of suffering and need.
Suddenly a loud howl was heard and everyone turned in Hoagie's direction to see him sobbing in his hands like the utterly devastated child that he really was.
[Half- hour before everything that's happened in this chapter- work with me.]
At the KND Major Headquarters repairs had been going well and most of the survivors and casualties were accounted for. #274, #465 and #39 were the main ones in charge. #274 was in charge of the Headquarters since #365 was still missing, #465 was in charge of monitoring external repairs and also checking the statuses of the other agents with #95's assistance and #39 a 11-year-old American female agent was in charge of monitoring internal repairs as a result of her exceptional skills in architecture, computer and development analysis and building. She was actually a decommissioning officer and had been called to Major Headquarters; since she was Fanny's replacement, for a briefing, but now with all the repairs needed to be done everyone had to participate in doing things that sometimes wasn't in their job description. As long as they had the skills, aptitude to learn those skills and or could do it well enough, they were called on. At this point it was not about superiors and underlings, but about repairing the Headquarters, helping the injured and getting ready to battle their adult nemesis.
"Hey there's something coming this way!" #274 cried from within the Headquarters over the loud speakers, "be on guard everyone!" he warned, "you don't know what could be out there," he said ominously as everyone looked out to the sea surrounding their large island (more than half the size of Australia and uncharted) and soon saw that there really was something heading towards them.
More like some things. There were things a good distance off coming towards their island at a steady pace. It was under water but the rippling on the water's surface told them whatever it was that was coming towards them was rising towards the surface. Soon hundreds of subs were seen above water and they stopped close to shore. The KND operatives stood from high above watching in shock and many also in dismay. They may have done repairs but they were not prepared for an invasion at all right now, especially one like this. Lightning suddenly flashed across the already overcast sky. The KND Major Headquarters looked like a beautiful no horror version of the castle of the vampires, as it stood high above the ocean on the rocky cliff, which it stood on. Many of the KND operatives had already started preparing for battle. #89, #56.0, #79.5; the best fighting and weaponry strategists and agent recruiters, were quickly barking out orders and arranging many agents along with their weapons for battle. But they knew deep down that if this were an attack, the amount of subs alone already told them that they didn't stand a chance.
The subs started to open and the available fighting KND operatives for fighting readied their weapons for battle. But they lowered them and stood dumbfounded when they saw who came out. Kids, not many of them from each sub, but kids all the same. There were hundreds of them and they looked rather weary, forlorn and annoyed. When they looked up and saw that the Operatives above them had weapons, their faces flared with such anger that the KND Operatives blushed and hid the weapons behind them.
"Hold Up!" a male kid with a thick Barbadian accent said suddenly, "you mean after you nearly kill us that you already drawing weapons to make a second killing?" he asked incredulously, "I'm all for proper English but I really think that we need to forsake it and seriously break out into some REAL angry patois around here," he said seriously and there were many murmurs of agreement from the crowd of kids around him. Several murmurs made the KND Operatives above go pale and many felt the need to wash their ears.
"What do you mean killing?" #465 asked in confusion from above, "we didn't do you anything," she said with firm incredulousness.
"Why don't you ask #274?" a girl said suddenly as she came through the crowd with her waist length raven black hair flowing behind her and appeared in the front, "he's made me ashamed of being a white person right now," she said honestly as her bright blue eyes only reflected her anger.
"What's going on!" #274 cried suddenly as he came towards the cliff edge, "I thought we about to attack those bastards who were about to invade us!" he cried angrily but stopped when he saw the kids below.
"INVADE YOU!" the same girl who had just spoken cried angrily her bright blue eyes now flaring, "you give out the order that allowed those bastards to attack and going around killing us and you have the nerve to accuse us of being attackers!" she cried with incredulous anger, "if it weren't for the fact that I knew you through your LJ I'd truly believe that you're a traitor," she said frankly and #274 raised an eyebrow, "I'm Little Brat," she added and #274's face brightened.
"Is that really you?" #274 asked excitedly, "I had no idea," he said and Little Brat smiled wryly as some of her anger faded, "how are you?" he asked happily and the Kids below him along with Little Brat gave him a 'you got to be kidding' look, "oh," he said when he realized the ridiculousness of his question, "I guess you don't feel very happy when you've been attacked," he said sheepishly and the Kids below gave him a 'you think' kind of look.
"We are apart of the YDWC," a dark brown girl with a Trinidadian accent said formally, "Youth Defenders of the World's Children," she explained to some of the perplexed faces above her and they suddenly became fierce, "I know that you don't like us," she said pointedly, "but we're here to help," she said frankly but got murmurs of 'no way' 'not now' among other disagreements from the crowd around her, "at least we were before #274 gave enemy ships every piece of detail about us including every weapon, vessel, agent and pretty much everything about us as we were on our voyage to get here," she said frankly, "Little Brat should never have agreed with Jamaican Queen to relay every detail about us to you even though you never asked for it," she muttered as she looked down and shook her head, "it was the very cause of her own death out there while we were being attacked," she added softly and turned away as she quickly went into the crowd and disappeared.
"Why are you here?" #465 asked darkly, "you know that we've long refused to have anything to do with you since you guys fraternize and make deals with adults," she stated bluntly, "you gave up protecting children a long time ago when you allowed yourselves to be ruled by adults in exchange for the right to drink sodas despite being under thirteen and your team includes Teenagers," she said with great scorn.
"We work alongside adults not for them," Little Brat stated formally, "just because we are not fighting and disobeying every adult left to right doesn't mean that we don't care about defending children as much as you do," she said and many of the KND Operatives scoffed at her, "maybe even more," she said suddenly and got many angry retorts from the KND Operatives, "we try to unite adults and children," she continued, "we do not let adults tell us what to do and would never agree with anything that would in anyway harm children," she told them, "you think that you're so perfect because you refuse to listen to anything adults or teens tell you," she said, "but what happens after you've reached teen years?" she asked, "you just leave and them other kids have to become agents and the fight a battle that will never end unless you're going to go 'Children of the Corn,'" she spat, "frankly we don't have that time to waste," she concluded in a huff.
"What do you mean by Jamaykan Queen's decision lead to her death?" #274 asked carefully, "you don't mean JQ who's LJ name is JQ89?" he asked almost desperately.
"I'm afraid so," Little Brat said sadly with downcast, "she died a little after we were attacked," she explained, "one of those attackers shot her with a harpoon while she was fighting off three opponents at one," she said her voice starting to break, "talk about cheating cowardice," she said her voice quivering with anger and #274 fell silent with disbelief.
"How many of you were there?" #465 asked worriedly just realizing how serious the other's below dilemma could be.
"There were over a million non-teens on this mission and nearly five hundred thousand teens," Little Brat recited, "most of whom were from the Caribbean because they were the only area which fully agreed to defy Head Union and head out to give you vital information," she continued, "the rest of us are from other parts of the country and believe me there was less that 100,000 non-teens who were willing to defy the Head Union from the other countries," she said seriously, "the Head Union had decided to let you deal with things yourself and only intervene if you were destroyed," she explained, "we couldn't let that happen with the info we knew and the resources that we had," she said proudly, "the mission was called Mission Suicide by the Head Union as a joke, but we called it Mission Bravery," she said, "but after all this we might have really been on mission suicide after all," she said sadly.
"Do you know what a DFEDTYLSSDT Ship is?" Little Brat asked a girl not too far from #465 who had on a Ship Monitor badge on her leather jacket.
"It's a German Nuclear Warship why?" the girl asked curiously as #274 paled, "I'm not surprised that you don't know me," she said simply, "but by any chance is there a girl nicknamed Reggae with you?" she asked, "Reggaeshiko6 on her LJ," she quickly expanded.
"I'm afraid that Sheena a.k.a. Reggae Mint is among the missing," a dark skinned boy with a Jamaican accent said formally, "I'm in charge of the Jamaica's YDWC and she's only called Reggae Mint by those who know and those who hear her being called by that name," he explained quickly when the girl raised an eyebrow, "since you know about her you must be fortepiana from LJ," he said and she nodded, "the only other person she's told on her LJ was one named ravenrules I believe and another KND member," he said with a bit of under tone dislike when he said KND, "I never understood why she told you when America is one of the countries which refuse YDWC presence since they feel that we'll hassle them like your Operation does," he stated, "I'm just glad that the Caribbean rejected KND Bases since we've had the sense to come to agreements like mature people and not bicker around," he said and seemed undaunted by the glares he received from the KND operatives above, "I really don't care because I never came here to be your best friend," he said nonchalantly when he saw their glares, "we simply came here to deliver important information that we know you wouldn't know about because of my exclusive informant and some of the traitors that are presence in your force," he said bluntly, "and I have one with me right now," he said and whistled suddenly.
There was a lot of struggling and shouting but soon three strong females came dragging a struggling #16. The KND Operatives above gasped. Little Brat suddenly walked towards the traitorous operative and #16's face paled upon seeing her.
"You know my specialty right?" Little Brat asked softly but #16 remained silent, "torture by way of cracking bones," she said coldly and cracked her knuckles loudly in front of #16's quickly paling face, "name the traitors so that you're fellow KND Operatives can hear them!" she demanded.
"No," #16 said simply but firmly and looked into Little Brat's eyes.
"Please train your weapons above," Little Brat instructed and suddenly the kids were holding weapons up at the KND above, real weapons (rifles, etc), "they're not going to like this," she said purposefully as she rubbed her gloved hands together.
Suddenly she grabbed three of #16's fingers by the middle and bent them all the way back breaking them in one swift movement that took seconds. But #16's blood curling screams seemed to stretch for an eternity.
"Talk," Little Brat said coldly as the other girls had to hold an even worse struggling #16 harder, "you're a disgrace to your country, the KND and the very children that you've betrayed," she said slowly but fiercely.
"I did nothing wrong!" #16 cried into Little Brat's face and Little Brat's eyes flared.
"Three steps back!" Little Brat ordered and the girl's holding #16 did as she said, "did nothing, I'll show you something," she said ominously and seriously as she lifted one of #16's legs and removed her shoe.
Another blood curling scream escaped #16's throat as Little Brat broke her four small toes in one go. She felt as if she was dying, but she couldn't talk. She just couldn't.
"She doesn't know the traitors," #95 spoke up suddenly and everyone turned to look at her.
"About time," the Jamaican leader said, "I thought that you'd let LB crack all of her bones," he said and the KND operatives above stared down at him horrified.
"You mean that she doesn't know and you tortured her anyway!" #274 demanded angrily.
"She knew that #95 was a traitor and that #95 knew who the others were," LB answered nonchalantly, "that was reason enough for me to start breaking fingers instead of the neck," she snapped.
"#362 and #30c are the main traitors that you want to catch," #95 said seriously, "as for me," she said coldly, "touch me and I'll unleash my powers on all of you," she said and #465 eyes widened in horror, "if I were still a traitor I wou…."
"Yes you didn't bother to destroy the underground generator like you were ordered," LB said simply, "you had the bomb attached…"
"I changed my mind for my own reasons," #95 snapped, "you can hate me but if I were still a traitor the KND headquarters would have blown up long ago," she said as the KND Operatives around her glared.
"How dare you," #39 demanded suddenly, "you expect us to keep you around after all this," she said incredulously, "Rachael did you hear all this?" she demanded as she now spoke into a walkie talkie, "#95 is a traitor and as far as we know Reggae our LJ buddy might be dead," she said seriously.
Moments later a reddish brown haired girl ran out of HQ. Her face was filled with rage and she was also clinging a walkie talkie.
"Is it true?" Rachael demanded the moment that she reached her friend, "is Reggae really dead?" she asked.
"No," a girl spoke up suddenly, "but your friend JQ89 is and I'm sorry," she said.
Rachael G.also known as #325 hurried to the edge to see a dark brown eyed short blonde girl standing beside a dark brown boy.
"She can sense when people die," the boy explained, "I'm in charge of the Jamaican section where Reggae works," he explained, "I'm guessing you're Ravenrules," he said simply, "she told me a lot about you and another one named hiddenheaven," he said.
"That's me," #39 responded.
"Good to meet all of you," the Jamaican leader said simply, "even though I wished the circumstances were better," he said honestly.
"What happened to Molly?" LB asked suddenly, "I was able to contact her and tell her everything," she said.
"#362 told us that she had gone on the other side," #274 responded and sighed, "she's in intensive care," he told them, "#362 beat her up pretty bad," he said and looked down feeling stupid about ever believing one of their best spies who was now revealed a traitor.
"Do you know that she's engaged to Matthew of DCFDTL?" LB asked and the KND Operatives were horrified, "don't feel bad her love is really with #30c," she told them, "so Matt's getting jipped too."
"Fanny Fulbright," the blonde girl said suddenly.
"Oh no," LB said mournfully and turned away from the KND Operatives, "please Martin don't tell me that…"
"Fanny's dead," the Jamaican leader said simply, "I'm sorry," he said and sighed.
"#362 did it," #95 said simply.
"Very likely," LB said frankly.
"We need to talk," the Jamaican leader said as he looked at #274 who nodded and called them up.
(Hours later- Just after Grandma Stuffum left #5 and the others)
"You mean Count Spankulot isn't the mastermind!" #274 demanded incredulously, "how could your Union not tell us this!"
"First of all you realize that your technology stopped being able to receive transmissions from other places?" Martin asked and #274 nodded, "that's island wide," he said, "nowhere can get contacted beyond a certain area zone,"he said simply, "scientists hired created a machine that can block communications worldwide," he told #274, "they were from the Caribbean and we had to fight our way out since they are trying to also take over the Caribbean island by island," he said, "Jamaica, Cuba, Barbados, Trinidad and Tobago among a few others are still free," he said, "but we don't know for how long, the parents and children are trying but our resources seem to not be enough," he said, "my country can't last forever and I'll die before it's taken because our Union hates you guys too much to combine forces," he said seriously.
"I'm really sorry about everything," #274 said, "If I listened I would've asked before sending the info," he said, "I know nothing about these ship codes," he said, "when I got contact from you being well you know," he said and Martin nodded, "then I got contacted by a ship looking for you and needing info because they know you side with adults and were willing to help…"
"I know," Martin said softly, "but we have to do something about the KND Operatives who are being hunted by Caribbean people posing as KND agents," he said, "I can't believe that you guys still haven't realized that the Caribbean is 100% anti KND!" he cried, "did you really think that we would change our minds?" he asked incredulously.
"It's not our fault!" #274 cried in defense, "how do you know that no one in the Caribbean would form a KND agency?"
"First because I'm FROM there and they would be too few and they'd have to live away from their furious parents forever," Martin listed, "you're either in our group, lazy, neutral or a traitor," he said simply.
"Your things are uncomplicated," #274 said sarcastically.
"Don't tease Martin," the blonde beside Martin threw at #274, "you're the one who nearly made an enemy ship kill us!" she cried.
"Feine calm down," Martin said simply, "she can't get too upset or her ability will get out of control, "he explained.
"Let's continue exchanging info then," LB spoke up suddenly and the others nodded
(Meanwhile at an abandoned Factory)
"RUN!" Matthew ordered as he and the KND Operatives along with the small children ran up another winding staircase, "if he gets us we're done for!" he cried.
But when they nearly reached the top they heard a small chuckle. When they looked up they saw several kids around their age at the top of the stairs grinning at them.
"We are the Caribbean KND," a fair skinned girl said formally, "follow us we have a way out," she said and the others quickly followed her and her Operatives through a hidden door and up a series of stairs. Suddenly they reached the roof, but then they heard the clicking of weapons.
"You guys are going for a little flight," a dark brown boy with a St. Kitts accent said seriously as he held a pistol at them, "with the exception of Matthew here the rest of you will be walking off the roof," he told them and the two little girls huddled by Matthew for protection.
"How can you be so heartless!" #1 demanded and the fake KND Operatives laughed in his face.
"Maybe because they don't have one," a voice said suddenly and everyone turned around to see Alexander from the DCFDTL, "I don't think that you guys realize what you're up against," he said seriously but the fake operatives burst out laughing.
"A brown haired guy in a suit standing barely two feet above us," another fake operative observed, "scary," she said sarcastically.
"What's that smell?" another male with a Dominican accent asked as he sniffed, "Ha! Ha! I think somethi…. Ha! Ha!"
Soon everyone except Matthew and Alexander were laughing their heads off.
"Laughing Gas," Matthew said simply, "Richard trained me to be unaffected by that years ago."
"Well I was trained too but I'm not telling you anything," Alexander responded and stuck his tongue at Matt when he looked at him suspiciously.
"We better get them out of here," Matthew said as he reached for a laughing Laura and Alexander jumped down to help.
"Hold it," Richard snapped as he came unto the roof, "you're coming with me," he said and pointed at Matthew.
"No way!" Alexander cried and stood in front of Matthew.
"Kid I can tell you're ill from looking at you," Richard said frankly but Alexander stood his ground, "do you care about him that much?" he asked and Alexander nodded.
"I guess I made the right decision by giving you up them," Richard said suddenly with a wry smile, "does your Dad care about Matt this much kid?"
"Even more," Alexander responded and Richard simply nodded.
"And you want to stay with them Matt?" Richard asked his son.
"Please?" Matthew asked in a small voice, "if you were ever my fat…"
"Don't call me that," Richard said nonchalantly as he lit a cigarette, "I obviously stunk and lost that job a long time ago," he said as he bent to pick up #1 and #3.
"You do want to get out of here right?" Richard asked, "I'm not going to kill them," he said when he saw the two boy's faces, "plus, how hard can bats (his nickname for Spankulot) be to defeat?" he asked with a laugh, "he hasn't taken a physical part in this battle up 'til now," he said.
(Two Hours Later on a familiar street)
"Haven't we been here before?" #2 asked hoarsely as Mary Jane pushed his wheelchair, "sorry about the chair breaking down and all MJ," he rasped and Mary Jane simply smiled at him but was really trying to hide her tears.
"Here we are," #4 said almost sadly and they were now in front of the 'Father's' Mansion.
"Why are we at your house?" #2 asked Mary Jane curiously, "you aren't going and leaving the rest of us!" he cried desperately.
"You're going with her #2," #5 spoke up casually, "you're sicker than an old woman with pneumonia!" she cried when #2 shook his head desperately, "you're all pasty and pale," she observed, "plus you're starting to bleed through your bandages and Grandma Stuffum did say that you couldn't be out of bed for more than half an hour and also you were maneuvering like a madman back when we were trying to get away from those guys," she stated, "you need proper care #2 and Mary Jane definitely can't stay with us when she has a tracker somewhere on her person," she said bluntly.
"#4 isn't in the best shape either," #2 said angrily but winced as a hand went to his chest.
"Better than you!" #4 retorted, "I can at least walk," he said but winced when he took another hard step forward.
"No one was going to carry you after your wheelchair's wheels stopped moving," #2 told him.
"Like you'd be lighter," Mary Jane muttered.
"What was that?" #2 demanded angrily.
"You guys better do what I suggested," Mary Jane said with a hint of remorse.
"What's that?" #2 asked curiously but soon realized what it was when #4 and #5 started to step back, "where're you guys going?" he asked suspiciously.
"You can't come with us #2," #5 said formally, "come #4 we're leaving," she said and started to walk away and #4 looked at #2 with a look of pity and remorse them slowly followed her.
"You guys can't go without me!" #2 cried incredulously and tried to follow them but Mary Jane held back his wheelchair.
"You're not going," Mary Jane said in a fierce none monotone voice.
(Half an hour Later at an abandoned Factory).
Richard was thrown into the wall again by an enraged Count Spankulot.
"I can't believe that you helped those kids get away!" Count Spankulot cried angrily, "I'll kill you then I'll go after them myself!" he cried, "Knight Brace had instructed me not to so that I wouldn't be suspected but you've definitely made me decide otherwise," he said venomously.
Richard threw another knife and Count Spankulot simply teleported out of the way. Richard was fortunately able to ward off most of Count Spankulot's telekinectic powers (before any reader denies this ability I saw a KND episode where C.S. destroyed a weapon by simply moving his hand and glaring at it. I really doubt that the machine collapsed in fear) but Count Spankulot's teleportation ability had only allowed him to stab Count Spankulot five out of twenty tries and none of them were anything fatal.
"Thought that I was a regular guy in a vamp costume?" Count Spankulot asked with great scorn, "no my friend I'm half vampire and I'm going to make you wish that you were never born," he hissed as he went straight for Richard.
But Richard was prepared. He quickly swung a metal rod that hit Count Spankulot in the side of the face. But them he felt a piercing pain that made him almost wince. He looked at his wrist and his face soon twisted with rage. Count Spankulot had bitten him.
End of Chapter6- Read and review please!
Chapter 7: Fighting Back. The KND has had enough! They're going to defeat the adult menaces and get revenge for their fallen comrades. What's this? Count Spankulot has a daughter? She's whose girlfriend and fiancé! Read to find out when this chapter comes hopefully within the next two weeks.