Okay, friends…here's chapter two. This one focuses more on Vicky and Burt. And it's also a happier chapter. Again, I don't own any rights or anything to COTC, I just write fan fics of it and obsess over it. So you know, I changed the song that Vicky sings to Burt just cuz I felt like it. Also, a reply to a reviewer:
SnuffSnuff, thanx for your very positive review! I'm glad you enjoyed it…yes must hug Jobie! Such a cutie! And also, thank you for welcoming me warmly into the world of Those Who Are Obsessed With Children Of The Corn! J
Chapter 2: Sarah
Slowly and stealthily, she got out of bed and crept across the room. An old floorboard creaked. Shoot, she thought as she looked over at the man lying on the bed, hogging the covers, did he hear that? Please say he didn't. He didn't stir, so she continued around the bed and over to the nightstand where she found a small item. She pulled it out of the drawer, brought it near the man's face and blew hard. The man awoke with a start at the noise of the obnoxious party blower.
"Happy birthday!" she shouted as the man jumped and hit his head on the headboard.
"Vicky--" the man muttered as the woman smothered him in kisses. Vicky then let him go, and picked up a donut with a candle in it from the table.
"I love you Burt! Blow it out and make a wish!" Burt blew out the candle, and Vicky asked him what he had wished for.
"I wish you would let me sleep!" Burt moaned jokingly, but Vicky wasn't finished yet.
"But now, a little performance for my birthday boy!" Vicky got up, put a record into her record player which she had dragged along with her, and the music started, with Vicky dancing and singing along to it. (**Song isn't mine…it's from Cardcaptor Sakura**)
Tip Tap! Love is always candy,
Tasty, like fruit.
Good luck. That's right, every day is Sunday
Don't confuse my heart.
Let's go out to the city after the rain
Making our curiosity swell up like a bubblegum bubble
The puddle reflects a blue, blue sky
Without a doubt, tears
Will dry up too. Jelly bean
Ah, in the pastel sunlight
Having both happy days and unlucky days
Let's walk forward slowly.
Ah, ah, ah, ah
"You're insane, Vicky!" exclaimed Burt as he pulled Vicky into his arms. He clapped for her, and she clapped to. "But look at the time! We gotta get going. We've got a lot of driving to do!"
"Couldn't we just forget about it?"
"No. I'm one of those doctors who's totally full of myself and is really devoted to my job."
"Isn't your job just sticking a cold metal things on someone's chest, then telling them they've got two days to live?"
"That's not funny."
Burt wasn't speaking to Vicky. Vicky couldn't figure out why. Wasn't she the one who was supposed to be mad at him?
"You made fun of my profession!" Burt shouted grouchily.
"Come on, Burt, you take everything so seriously!"
"Jerk! I worked HARD to get where I am now!"
"Oh, give it up, you old windbag." And the two just sat in silence for a while, not caring to even look at each other. They passed by cornfields…and cornfields…and more cornfields…until they came across a cornfield…and a sign welcoming them to Nebraska…and some more cornfields.
* * *
"I'm scared, Joseph!"
"Can't we come with you? We don't like it here!" I asked, I being Sarah.
"You're gonna be fine! Now cut it out!" Joseph glanced nervously around him. He, my brother Job and I (Sarah) were hiding in an old run down shed in the corn, far from the clearing where all the other scary people were. Joseph gazed into the corn, and said, "I swear I'll come back for you, as long as you just wait patiently until I get back and don't tell anyone where I've gone. Got it?"
"Got it!" Jobie and I both said in unison. Joseph gave us each hugs, grabbed up his little suitcase, and hurried out of the barn once we called to him that no one was looking. Joseph raced out through the corn, not looking back once. Not bothering with the neatly mowed rows, he ran straight through the corn itself…but I don't think he made it too far. Because from out of the corner of the corn field, I saw a young man, no older than eighteen, walk slowly out into the corn after Joseph.
…Meanwhile…
"We are the motorists
Who don't do anything
We just drive around
And look at corn…" sang Burt, changing a few words to "The Pirates Who Don't Do anything" from Vegitales.
"Burt. Honey. So far, you've been either mean and sour, or just plain obnoxious. Start being a little less of both, or at least make up your mind between them. Just cool down…let's see if we can get some music." Vicky reached towards the radio and turned the dial. For a while, she got nothing but static, but then she came to what sounded like a preacher…only the voice was really young sounding, and it was preaching about things that many people would object to. Soon, Vicky and Burt began mocking him, and eventually shut it off.
"Are we there yet?" asked Vicky, trying to get revenge for Burt's horrid obnoxiousness.
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No…"
"Are we there yet?"
We'll be there when we get there!"
"I gotta go."
"Pick a cornfield, any cornfield. No one will look."
"Are we there yet? I gotta go."
…Back in the corn…
Joseph raced faster and faster through the cornfields, having no clue of who was now pursuing him. But soon, he got lost. He didn't know which way was out, or which way was in. But he would soon not have to worry about it anymore. For Malachai was not far away…
"AAAUUGH!!!" we heard Joseph scream from far away. So, Malachai had already found him.
"I didn't do anything to you! Just let me go! I hate it here! I promise, I won't tell a soul!" pleaded Joseph, knowing that he could never get out of Malachai's strong grasp.
"Joseph…is the worship of Him no longer upon you? What's your problem? Have you no shame in what you have tried to do?"
"Malachai--just--let go--" Joseph struggled beneath Malachai's arm, and twisted to look the redhead square in the face. "Malachai, I know you don't want to be like this. I saw you and Job through a window back in Hanson's three years ago!" At this, Malachai's face turned from the stern satanic disciple to the frightened, saddened young boy he truly was.
"Joseph! Don't lie to me! You saw nothing--I--I left with the others…"
"Your voice cracked. Malachai, leave with me. Later, we'll come back for Sarah and Job, and we can fix this all! I can see it in your eyes, it's what you really want!" But Malachai could not face the truth, and he'd die before he let a mere child such as Joseph see him break down. Which is why before he blinked and allowed his tears and feelings to pour out, he slit the throat of Joseph and cast him out of the corn. Hearing Malachai tromp back through the corn near the shed, Jobie and I were afraid to stick around any longer, so we fled the area and went to play in our old house…highly forbidden, but we weren't worried about us. I was Isaac's little pet.
