A/N: alright. I have three chapters down and, but four if you count this one. And only one more to go! That's right! You heard me! There is only ONE chapter left after this one! Then the story will be DONE!
Thank you!
koalared – I dunno if you got the info. But it's reposted in the last chapter. I decided to finally give up on that and just try and finish each story on my own time. And if the readers don't' like it. Then…they just have to get over it and deal with it. I'm busy and my life doesn't revolve around fanfics. Although, I wish it did. :P
–Interesting name I might add. ;) I really don't want to go the MI route. Personally, I think it's kinda…how do I say this…boring. I want my fic to be something special sorta. Yeah know? And the dad part. Yeah I know…But who's to say that he didn't get his memory taken also? (wink wink) You'll find out in time.
Scoodoo58 – Hm…his dad. Gives me a great idea! Thanks! Lol. But that's not where I was going. Along with Bakura. I was looking along the lines of….well…I can't tell you because that would ruin the whole plot. :P But I do like that Pegasus idea too. Hm…so many decisions. And so little time of a chapter.
Sukara-Nodori – Well here's your update. And the scoop: I have decided not to discontinue this. After all, it was just heating up. Especially with Kaiba on the line and his OOC-ness. But as I have said…who's to say he didn't do it? And it's all an experiment?
Sakusha Saelbu – I am sorry I couldn't get it up earlier. But as I have said. I am busy woman. (In case you didn't know…I am female.) I can't stand around and let my whole life rely on fanfics. Although it helps, because I want to become writer! ;)
Misura – I love ur stories! …I just had to add that. OH and by the way, (as I have said to other people) whose to say that Kaiba is helping him for experiment reasons? Huh? (nodds) see…a whole plot of twist and I have to finish it in less than two chapters…cuz there is only one left. Unless I decide I need another chapter to fit it all in. PLUS to keep all the readers on the edge of their seat. :P
dolphinsaturngirl – Here's your update! Hope you enjoy it…psst (whispers) please review! Again! Lol. :P
PunkerPrincess – alright alright. Me will update. Me will update. Soon me hopes too:P
DSRT – So many questions…Yes! And I am glad that you are enjoying the story! It makes me feel special. Now…if only I could get other people to enjoy… (rubs hands together) I've got it! My evil plan will be put to work! Muwhahahahahahaha…..
Alright…so maybe I don't have a plan. But it will come to me soon. Oh and by the way…you'll find out who the "lunatic" is …VERY soon! Ja ne:P
PS. Sorry the chapter's short. Thought I'd give it to you ahead of time. Plus, it's a little (tiny) bit different.
Water Logged
Chapter 4: Stupid truck
Ow... I feel as if I was hit by a truck. A ten pound truck mind you. Ow… Negative Sargent,I am not on any drugs. Oh – and before I forget, since when do monkeys dress up in banana suits and do the Cha-cha? And NO! I am not imagining it! Nor is it a figment of my imagination! They are right in front of me. Spinning…around my head… I just want to go home. Whoa. Where did that come from? Alright alright. I should stop talking to myself now. Although, the black walls are really freaking me out right now. What happened to my bed? Where's my dresser? Last time I remember it being right up against the wall on my left.
…
It's not there. So this isn't my room? And why can't I move my arms? Ok…here's the plan, I'll just glance at my arms and nothing will be there. Yup – nothing. Why the heck is there chains? I'm chained!...Please tell me this is a figment of my imagination! I beg of you! I'll get down on my knees!
Wait. I already am. But how did I get here? I don't remember going into a bar; or anything that makes me want to hurl. Or (yes there is another one) make my body hurt.
Stupid truck.
I always knew that they were a waste of gas. They never know when to quit. They are always sucking up gas like it's their dinner. And then spiting it back out with carbon dioxide. (I can be smart when I want to.) No wonder our earth is beginning to have global warming. It's because of the trucks! And I hate Mondays. It is a Monday right?
Ow – gosh dang-it! I hate this! Where's my dad?
Is it just me, or are the walls closing in?
HELP! Somebody help me! Pwease!
I don't wanna die. Not yet. I haven't even had my first kiss, or snuck out of the house to meet a girl, and I have never been to a really great party that I want to brag about. Ah heck, I'm still a – (I guess the hint of never having a first kiss gave it away) virgin. This sucks.
Oh God. Please help me!
Ow! The walls! They really are closing in on me!
Is…Is that heaven? I know its light. It's bright too. But it's probably because I have been stuck in this black room for more than a week. No windows. And no lights either.
I still blame that truck. It came out of nowhere. I swear! Out of nowhere - and then I was shoved. Inside it...I think. Or maybe...er...I can't really remember.
I guess I really have died.
No wait…it's a door. It's opening. I am not dead. I'm alive!
And the pain is really excruciating right now.
A man…There's a man in the doorway…I-I feel like I have seen him before. But where?
He's tall. Well looks it.
Looks can be deceiving.
Was there even a truck? – That was a little off the subject.
He's coming closer…wait…how can I think this is a man? It clearly can be a woman! Oh, who am I kidding. The person's got no boobs.
Ouch! What was that for!
You know it's true! And you didn't have to hit me over the head because of it!
Oh look. I am talking to myself again. How convenient.
The man's gone.
No...no. I was wrong. He's back. Oh! It's a party! I love parties! But if you ask me, it's a very small party. Considering there will only four of us. Yup. You heard me. Three plus one is four. Which all of it includes me. See. I can do math. Stupid Kaiba and always calling me "Mutt" or "stupid." Something rash always has to come out of his mouth. And when I retort (yes, I have vocabulary too) I was always the one getting into trouble. You know. If he was standing in front of me right now, I'd punch his brains out. That way, I could replace them with a monkey's. No!
Even better:
A dog's.
Then who's the "Mutt" now Kaiba! HAHA!
OUCH! What the hell?
The pain…My head…it feels like its exploding.
I guess it wasn't a party after all.
It was a "lets-punch-the-guts-out-of-Joey-Wheeler" party.
Personally, I hate those kinds of parties. Especially when Kaiba is anywhere near. Ah…here comes another blow.
NOT THE HEAD!
My visions gotten fuzzy, my head hurts, heck- my whole body hurts. Can this get any worse?
Please tell me, that isn't a knife.
I might as well ask for salvation now.
Dear god,
I know I haven't been really up to my standards. But please – Please, let me live through this. I wanna have a future. Even if it isn't with a wife, or children, or Kaiba.
…..dear lord, he's invaded my prayers too.
Amen.
Alright. Here it comes…I'll just close my eyes and wait for it to be over. And I'll be home in no time. In my bed. Sleeping. Quietly.
With Kaiba by my side.
Oh MY G-
Ow . . . I wasn't prepared for that. Wait…what's he doing? He's touching my neck. HEY – Hands off the merchandise you son of a –
That's not blood. Tell me that is not blood. No no… it's not. It's not…I know it's not.
Somehow….Somewhere…Someone is praying for me. ….I'm not dying. I know I am not.
But it's my blood.
It's my FREAKIN' blood!
Oh God. I am gonna die.
Don't cry Joe. Hang in there. It may be your blood, but there is nothing you can do about it, but hang in there. You'll pull through this. (Great. I am talking in third person. Again.) Just like you did before. Wait. Before? THERE WAS A BEFORE! Holy snikey. Now I know I am dreaming. Or am I not? But if I am not, then I know I am. But if I know I am, then I should be awake. I am confusing myself now. Alright – (takes deep breath) – you are not alone. (Again! What's with the third person!) Many people have made it home after a week. But what if it turns into longer? I don't wanna stay in this room with painted black walls. I don't like it. And either does my boyfriend.
HOLY SMACK-A-ROLL!
I really hate you Kaiba. With a capital H-A-T-E.
Take a de-ee-ep breath and everything will be alright.
Breathe.
Alright. That's better.
He's doing it AGAIN!
The knife and the whole into the neck thing. Ow.
Wait. What are they doing? The other two…They are…They are releasing me. From the chains.
I am free.
Oof!
Free. But can't stand, walk, or even lift my head.
Man is the room spinning. My head hurts too. No…my mistake, my neck hurts.
Stupid truck. If it wasn't for you…I'd be…I'd be…I can't remember.
Ah dang. The door closed. And here I am, lying on the ground. Face first.
I'm scared. It's dark. I want my dad.
Sniff – Don't cry Joe. Big boys don't cry. And I am a big boy.
And I'll get through this. I know I will…
Stay…awake…
Stop! Eyes…don't…droop…you need to stay awake…
But I can't. The blood…too much maybe? Or am I just tired. Either way…I still need to stay awake. Come on…you can do it…I can do it.
If only I could just….Ugh….Grrr...Agh….That's it…just turn over and I'll be ok.
Ah…that's better. The ceiling's black too. I am really beginning to hate that color.
But it's a shade. Oops. Sorry, my bad.
Please tell me, that is water on my back. Very, sticky…and thick water. Alright. Here's the plan. I reach over my back…Take your time. No need to rush. After all, my body feels like it's on fire. And I can barely lift a dang limb. But it's ok…
Not bad. But that is not water on my fingers….Oh god…It's my blood….
From my neck.
I'll just lightly touch it. Of course there is no wound Joe, it's all your imagination. Just like those monkeys. (I thought those were real.)
There's definitely a wound!
Do you think it will scar? I am not going to die am I?
Dear God, if you can save me now….
Please do.
"He's in an unstable condition. It's almost like his body is ready to function but his brain is not."
"What do you mean doctor?"
"What I mean to say is…He's healthy. His physical health is great. But his mental…"
(Growl.) "Go on."
"…seems to be unstable. He's not a vegetable, but it seems like he's lost in his own mind. And his brain activity is enormous."
"Own mind?"
"Dreaming. He's dreaming."
"Are you sure?"
"Or-"
"There's an 'or'!"
"- he's re-living memories."
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A/N: I dunno...Should i redo it?Tell me what you think! Please! (gives puppy dog eyes) Now how can you resist that?