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Jack is back
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dOOt dOOt!
now before we get da party started, I gotsta reply ta some o' my reviews.
thefanwithashortattentionspan: a/n stands for author's note! and…me thinks you needs a vacation off- NO MORE SUICIDAL SPORTS FOR YOU! lol, thanks for the review!
34lover: you know who it is! That's absolutely wonderful, cos I don't even know yet! I mean -um- of course I know who it is! it's…a…um…guy… lol, I think I know who I want it to be BUT Im not tellin'! thanks for reveiwin!
NumbahFour: um…do you mean that in a good way? Do you not WANT them to kiss? –sniffles- thanks for the review!
KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK REVIEWING AND I'LL KEEP WRITING!
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"Father, please- forgive us..."
"No! No excuses! I gave you one chance, now I want him DESTROYED!"
"But Father, how-"
"YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE! I NEED THIS DONE MYSELF! I GAVE YOU A PERFECT LASER! YOU BROKE IT! NOW THIS KID IS SOME SUPER-NATURAL FREAK AND POTENTIAL THREAT!"
"Father, we-"
"SO YOU THROW A ROCK AT HIM!"
"We had no weapon-"
"AND YOU USED A ROCK! A ROCK, FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE! THEY'LL END UP SCANNING IT!"
"Father, please- we just need one more chance-"
"Fine. I'll give you a weapon. A laser cannon, even. JUST DON'T MESS IT UP THIS TIME!"
"Yes, Father. Thank you, Father."
Wally shot up into a sitting position. He was breathing hard; his throat was dry. He climbed out of his bed, and set off at a jog to the kitchen. He was so thirsty-
But what about that dream? What…who were they? He put these thoughts in the back of his mind as he jogged by Numbah One's room. When he heard the voices of his fellow teammates, he stopped short and pressed his ear against the door, listening.
"Scan it again, Numbah Two," Nigel said harshly.
"But Numbah One," Hoagie whined, "We've been scanning this damn rock all morning! IT'S JUST A FREAKING ROCK!"
"Scan it again."
Slightly unnerved by Nigel's calmness at his yelling, Hoagie mumbled as he turned the item-scanner back on.
Wally stepped into the room to see his team (save Numbah Three, who always slept in late) huddles around a small two-by-four machine.
"What's that?" Wally asked. He knew the answer, he just wanted to see if the team would notice him.
"Item-scanner," Hoagie replied distractedly.
"What's it do?" Numbah Four queried, waiting for someone to tell him what exactly they had been scanning.
"Scans items," Abby retorted in a quiet monotone.
Nigel drew his gaze away from the scanner and looked at Wally through his sunglasses. "We're scanning the rock that was thrown through the window yesterday for any information on who did it."
"C'mon, Nigel," Abby said, putting her hands on her hips. "Fo' all we know, it coulda been some kid who felt like chuckin' a rock at somethin' and happened to pick the tree house."
"For all we know, it could have been Father, and he could have had far more serious intentions than 'feeling like it'."
Suddenly, the puzzle pieces in Wally's head seemed to click into place. "Ah think it was the Delightful Children from down the Lane."
"See?" Nigel said smugly to Abby, with a smile to match his tone.
"No, really," Wally said, not mentioning his dream. "Ah think they don' want me ta have moiy powers. Ah think they want me…dead."
The room was quiet for a moment before Abby broke the silence, "Wouldn' tha' be jus' like dem ta give Numbah Four powas and then wanna kill him?"
"It would," Nigel said quietly, "But I want evidence."
"Wait, guys," Hoagie said in a harsh whisper, "I'm getting something here." The team stared at the scanner, which was printing out an analysis on the scan. Then, much to the shock of Nigel, who had been watching the scan oven Hoagie's shoulder, Hoagie sprang up out of his chair and rushed over to the computer. He typed in some of the information from the analysis, and waited. The computer beeped as it loaded, and Hoagie let out a gasp. He stepped away from the screen so the team could see. Evidently, the scanner had picked up traces of finger prints from gloves, and the computer traced them back to their owners: the Delightful Children.
"Told yeh." Wally said, grinning.
"How'd ya know?" Abby asked.
"Um…lucky guess?" Wally lied.
Abby looked up from the computer and stared at him. "Yo' a terrible liar, Numbah Four."
"How'd yeh know Ah was lying?"
"I didn't," she smiled, "But ya jus' practically told me ya were."
"Crud," he said, scowling.
He quickly told them about the dream he had last night and the one he had in chapter three—I mean, um, the one he had a few days ago…
"I'm sure they're only dreams," Nigel said logically, not taking his eyes off the computer screen.
"Yeah, uh huh," Abby said sarcastically, "Since when are dreams so accurate?"
Hoagie grinned. "Maybe when the Delightful Children gave him his powers, they gave him, like, dream-seeing-abilities, and he can see-"
"Wait," Abby interrupted, "Da Delightful Children gave Numbah Four his powas?"
"Well…yeah," Hoagie said, scratching the back of his neck. "Maybe…"
"Wait, wait, wait," Nigel said slowly. A few weeks ago, didn't we face them?"
"Yeah," Wally said, his expression hardening, "They shot meh. It freakin' hurt."
"They shot you…with a laser cannon…" Nigel paused, and then said quickly, "We must have caused it to malfunction while we were attempting to destroy it. So instead of blowing you to bits-"
"He gave meh moiy powers," Wally stated.
"Right then," Nigel said, turning to look at Wally. "We begin training immediately."
"Awesome!" Wally yelled happily.
"Yeah, cool!" Hoagie agreed, jumping in the air.
"Right then; we'll take it outside so we don't have any more 'accidents'…" Nigel said, but Wally and Hoagie were way ahead of him. They raced out the door and flew down the stairs.
The second they slid down the rope ladder and outside, Hoagie yelled, "This is so cool! This is awesome! This is-"
"Serious," Nigel retorted, slipping down the ladder with Abby climbing down above him.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry," Hoagie said, blushing slightly. He had a slight tendency to get carried away.
"Numbah Four- Can you, um, light up you hands again?"
"Yeah, Ah just need ta get mad or somethin'."
"You look like a girl," Hoagie said bluntly.
"Excuse me?" Wally snarled, turning to look at his friend.
"I said, 'You look like a girl,'. You're always wearin' orange. That's a really girly-" He couldn't even finish his sentence. Wally was holding him up by the collar of his shirt, his hands glowing a soft red.
"Excellent," Nigel said. "Now put Numbah Two down." Wally obeyed. "Can you throw it like you did in your dream? You know, the one you had a few days ago?"
"Ah think so," Wally said, searching the yard with his eyes for a rock to shoot at. When he found one, he lifted his arm so that it was straight out in front of him. He concentrated on the rock, and focused. A tiny wisp of fire flew from his hand and toward the rock. Sadly, it disappeared only feet away from the rock.
"That was weak," Hoagie muttered. It was going to be a long day.
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Nigel finally allowed Wally to stop training around 2:00 PM. He had managed to hit the rock with his magic (and was forced by his leader to do so many times until he got better at it) and was now extremely tired. He hobbled into the kitchen for a drink, his tired legs screaming at him with every step. He almost wanted to fall to his knees and thank god when he saw Kuki sitting at the kitchen table eating a sandwich.
"Hi, Wally," she said amiably, looking up from her sandwich. "How's it goin'? Was training okay? You look tired."
"Ah'm not tired at all-" his sentence was cut short as his knees buckled beneath him and he had to grip the door frame to stay standing.
Kuki giggled as she ran over to help him up. "You're about as tired as tired can get, silly," she smiled. "You should probably be in bed right now."
"Ah probably should," Wally gently kissed her cheek, "But that doesn't mean Ah wouldn't rather stay here with yeh."
She giggled again. "Come on; you'll collapse onto the floor in a couple of minutes if you don't get some sleep." She returned his kiss with one of her own on his lips and ordered him with mock-anger, "You. Bed. Now."
He smiled and chuckled. "Yes, Ma'am."
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Alright, chappie eight.
-sigh-
I wrote this at, like, 9:00 PM just so you guys wouldn't forget about me. but it's not short, which I like.
pweeeaaase review. PWEEEAAASE!
I'll be back with more fun-ness.
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eventually.
Signed, you quite frankly exhausted author,
Jack-in-the-box