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Shadow Bijou: Thank you for wishing me a happy birthday! I know, such a waste. But I couldn't make Sandy just KILL the wolf, now could I? Hehe.
Okay, on with my next chapter of --- OH MY GOSH! I FORGOT THE DISCLAIMER! ……… Oh, well, I don't believe in disclaimers, anyway. :hears police cars in the distance: Um… OH WELL I'll do them anyway…
Disclaimer: I do not own Hamtaro, and actually I don't really own the idea either. Parsec does. (No offense to all you wolf-terrorizing-making-ficcies-people out there)
DEDICATED TO DANI, FOR REMINDIND/MAKING ME WRITE THIS CHAPTER!
Chapter Five
Wanted- Tourniquet.
The Ham-Hams waited, hoping, praying, that Sandy would come back, and with the gunpowder. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours, and still, they sat there. They had been sitting there for no more than two hours when Stan stood up. "She's not coming back." He said, his voice breaking. The other Ham-Hams looked at him weirdly, their expressions unreadable. "She's dead. Gone. Inanimate. Not. Alive." Maxwell stood up as well, eyes burning with emotions no one ever deserves to feel.
"How would you know?" he demanded.
"Me and my sister have a special psychic connection. We can talk mentally, read each other's minds almost. I can tell if she's alive or dead, scared, angry, or happy, because I feel it all, too, through our connection. Get it? Sandy is dead. She's been dead. She will stay dead. There's nothing we can do about it, okay? I didn't feel it because my own mind was clogged with my feelings, my emotions, man!" he choked out the last part, his words guilt ridden and mournful. "I'm sorry, man. I could've prevented this. I could have been able to see if she was in trouble, and we could've saved her! We could've sent backup, and then Sandy would still be alive! This is my entirely fault! This whole scenario was evitable!" By now the boy was downright sodden, for he had been crying so much. All the Ham-Hams were staring at Stan, jaws agape with… with… well, it was rather hard to describe what they were feeling. It was along the lines of surprise that they had never learned this before, and shock that their favorite valley girl was… gone. The information that they had just consumed had come to them so out of the blue, that it shocked them. Maxwell looked down.
"Oh." was all the heartbroken hamster could possibly say. Then Maxwell began to weep, moaning words of vociferation. "Why are you gone, Sandy? Why aren't you here?" he yelled to the heavens. His voice died out to a dull sob. Maxwell looked up. "There's only one way for me to get to Sandy peacefully." And with that, Maxwell disappeared into a closet, which led to the kitchen. The hamsters gave each other looks, then Stan, after quickly telling the other Ham-Hams to stay where they were, ran after him, screaming.
"MAXWELL! DON'T DO IT! IF YOU COMMIT SUICIDE, YOU'LL GO TO HELL, WHEN ON THE OTHER HAND, SANDY WILL GO TO HEAVEN BECAUSE SHE PERISHED BRAVELY, WHILE YOU DIED OF GRIEF!" he shrieked madly, streaming after the supposed-to-be-smart Maxwell. Unfortunately, it was too late. Maxwell had taken a long, sharp knife and slashed a big circle in his stomach and left the knife in, but it had caused Maxwell excruciating pain because it hadn't pierced all the way through his body. Thus resulted in Maxwell not having an immediate death. Blood seeped through the deep cut, and Maxwell forced a demonic-like grin at Stan, who stood in the doorway, and was wishing that he never had ran after his friend bent on committing suicide. A look a horror was placed on his face. His head wanted to avert, wanted to turn away, but Stan could not tear his eyes from the evil-looking scene that lay before him. Maxwell jerked the knife out of his stomach in one, swift motion, and carved a deep 'S' in the circle. More blood came pouring out, looking like a waterfall. Bits and pieces of flesh and gore fell to the floor. Maxwell looked satisfied with himself, and Stan grimaced, and knew that this image would forever be imprinted in his mind. "How could you!" spat the disgraced Stan. "Sandy at least would've wanted you to live and move on, she knew that you would always love her. But since this happened means it supposed to be; this is fate, it was destined to happen, man; you shouldn't just give up on life altogether! Suicide just isn't necessary!" Maxwell just shook his head, a demented smile plastered on his face.
"Oh, but it is." Maxwell grinned, his voice getting raspier and raspier by the second. His breathing was becoming more frequent, dangerously frequent, and the blood was still dripping from his wounds. All of a sudden, Maxwell fell back, his eyes glazing over. "Mommy, is that you? I want chicken noodle soup." he said dizzily, looking at Stan, who stood above him.
"He's delirious, and dying. Perfect. Just perfect." Stan grumbled, hands on his head.
"Mmmmm, chocolate chip cookies, hey, look, it's the cookie monster! You don't take my cookies, fat, blue cookie monster! Go away, you fat, ugly bum with big eyes! Yeah, I'm talking to you! Hey! That's not yours!" Maxwell spoke to no one, his paws reaching out, flailing about wildly, trying to grasp his 'cookies' but wasn't grasping anything, nothing but air. "You stupid goo-goo butt! Hey, omigosh! Carrots! Yuuum, yum, me loves carrots! Heeeey, carrot CAKE! Hahaha, carrot cake! Hehehe!" Stan rubbed his temples, beginning to freak out some.
"Okay, okay, who knew this guy could suffer from dementia… oh LORD I'm getting a migraine…" Stan tried desperately to help the poor man while holding his poor, aching head, but it was too late.
"Bye-bye, happy hoppy bunny goo-goo cake! Bye-bye, Mommy!" Maxwell cried, coughing up an enormous amount of blood, and fell limp. Stan cursed to himself, and mentally slapped his head. Just in case, he checked his pulse. Nothing. Touched his face, hoping for warmth. It was cold, freezing cold. Stan turned around, and headed back with a heavy and depressed heart. The terribly doleful look on his face told the hamsters that they had lost another. It was one more tragedy to add on to their sorrows. Boss sighed, apathy overcoming his face. Hamtaro sighed, everyone sighed, and wondered what to do next.
Boss cleared his throat. "Okay, um guys. I am the only Ham-Ham left that knows where the extra gunpowder is upstairs. So gather around, and listen close. You know, if I die next, and I haven't told another, then you have a greater chance of dying before you reach our only hope of killing to wolf. That is, if you go searching for it." Explaining the coordinates, everyone nodded. Cappy piped up.
"What about the dagger Panda made?" he inquired.
Panda answered his question. "It can injure the beast, but not kill it. Only the specific poison can." Cappy nodded with understanding. Bijou sighed, carrying Penelope in her lap. The petite girl felt lonely. She was the only girl left, other than Penelope, but Penelope couldn't talk and have Bijou understand her. She could just barely understand the little one, but not really. It was sort of depressing for Bijou. The French girl longed for girl company she could actually confide in. Oh, how she missed Pashmina and Sandy.
Hamtaro then spoke. "It's too dangerous to have only one Ham go searching for things in place where then wolf could linger, so if we are going to look for the gunpowder, then we should have at least two Ham-Hams go, so that they could actually a chance to survive the perilous journey." Stan and Boss agreed, nodding their head vigorously. "So, do we have any volunteers?" After Sandy's incident, the Ham-Hams were a little hesitant about volunteering. Hamtaro groaned. Once again, without anyone knowing, a hamster slipped away to do his deed.
The wolf was once again alert, after it was informed of one's suicide but there was six left yet to be eaten. Two would be coming, hopefully in a short amount of time. Yum, yum. The wolf awaited it precious meal, while gnawing on a bone. Whose bone? Sandy's bone!
It had been decided that Panda and Boss would be the two to go find the poison. Saluting goodbye, the crawled up the tunnel, trekking on the very path Sandy had. As the made their way through the darkness they found the slope, and Sandy's footholds. "Wow. That girl was really quite a mountain climber natural!" muttered Boss, and Panda agreed. Climbing one behind the other, Panda on top, because he was lighter, Boss on bottom, they climbed. And climbed. And clambered, as well. The slope seemed to never end, and the two hamsters' paws were getting sore from having to grip onto the tightly-packed earth. The aphotic tunnel was getting creepy, and Panda and Boss were experiencing the same paranoia that Sandy had.
"Hey, Boss?" Panda called below him, timidly.
"Yeah?" Boss replied.
"Doesn't it feel like there're things watching us?" the builder asked, the fear obvious.
"Yep." came the gruff reply. "So hurry up, 'cause I'm getting the creeps." Panda obligingly sped up, but not by much. The pair could tell that they were nearly there because there were few cracks of light, not really brighter than the dimness of the room that they had found refuge in below them somewhere. Several minutes later, they reached a trap door. Panda tried to open the weak-looking thing, but it wouldn't budge. It was much stronger than it looked. Panda strived in opening the door, but that didn't do anything.
"I think it's locked or something!" Panda called.
"Okay, that thing's old, so I'm going to give you and extra boost." Boss called back. Boss could just barely make out Panda nodding, and prepared to push upward. "Ready, steady, now!" Boss push upwards with all his might, but as he did so, he lost balance and fell. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Panda immediately grabbed onto the dirt, and flinched as he heard a loud thump. But no cracks, no nasty sounds, just a thump. Then a groan, a long, loud groan. Then an, "I'm okay! I think!" Panda shook his head.
"How'd you survive that?" Panda yelled.
"I dunno!" Boss yelled back at Panda.
"THEN GET BACK UP HERE!" Screamed Panda, waving an arm wildly, though he knew Boss wouldn't be able to see it. Satisfied when he heard a grunt, he waited as Boss restarted the mean, evil journey back up the slope.
Meanwhile, the wolf waited patiently for his next meal, knowing that it wouldn't too long of a wait from then on.
I know, this chapter sort of sucked, but HEY! It's hot and I'm hungry and I'm suffering stupid, evil, mean, mean, mean writer's block! ARGH! Stupid writer's block::runs around madly: Well review, people! 5 reviews and then I write new chapter! HAHA! So review, review, review if you want more chapters! And before you ask, I DON'T KNOW WHY I MADE MAXWELL GO DELIRIOUS! DON'T SUE ME!