Yaaay! Five reviews! (to those who have awesome-er stories than I may think that that's pretty lame, but not for meeee!) Five! FIVE::ahem: Review Responses!
Timber FOX: I am continuing it, thanks!
Crystalgurl101: You are wrong! A ham-ham isn't killing the hamsters- the WOLF is. But… That makes you wonder, doesn't it? If the Ham-Ham isn't murdering the Ham-Hams, then what are they doing? And who IS the mysterious hamster? You'll find out. Eventually.
Blue Spirit17: LOL, that bloodthirsty, eh?
Shadow Bijou: Yep, Maxwell was quite a scene, huh? I felt like being retarded, heh heh. ;;
Wolfenheim: Du- NEER? LOL! The last chapter wasn't the WORST, as in written, I thought it was cool, but I think you mean like, DULLER than the others. Sort of boring. Meh. One chapter has to be boring, in order for the rest to be exciting.
NOW, on with the story.
Chapter Six
Wanted- Tourniquet
Boss grunted, not exactly enjoying the climb back up the gradient slope. "Yo, Panda! Nearly there! Just a few more steps!" He could barely make out Panda's outline. He could see Panda nod, but it was difficult. "Here I am!" Boss said breathlessly. Climbing was hard work; at the moment, he was probably in the best shape of his life.
"Welcome, welcome!" Panda greeted dryly. "Look, this thing," Panda pointed to the trapdoor, "is pretty old. I think it's beginning to weaken a little bit so I'm going to push on it one more time." Placing his paws on the boards, he thrusted his arms upward. The boards creaked, and Panda smiled to himself. Boss strained his neck to see, being careful of where he placed his arms. With not as much force this time, Panda pushed upwards. Slowly, the door opened up. It was a silent process, fortunately, and the two paranoid Ham-Hams squeezed through the opening. Acting like spies, the moved from object to object. Boss was the first of the two to notice the dagger. It was wet with a blue-green-lavender substance, so he knew it wasn't blood. He nudged Panda urgently, and trying to be as noiseless as possible, pointed to the dagger. But no less than four feet from the deadly weapon, was the wolf, appearing unaware of their presence. Both managed to withhold a gasp, looking at each other, the dread and veneration glistening in their eyes. Panda moved silently, and beckoned the other. Both moving swiftly and quietly, they easily reached the dagger. Boss went for the dagger, and then Panda saw the essential item. The gunpowder. Panda motioned his finding, and for a split second, they thought they'd get away with their lives. Doubt quickly entered, but yet they moved anyway. Boss just barely managed to grip the dagger. Panda was inches away from the miniature barrel, which held the gunpowder.
Suddenly, the wolf whipped its head toward the two hamsters, the hunger obvious. The thing in its mouth was so gruesome that Panda stopped dead in his tracks. Sandy's bone, with flesh still on it! Blinking rapidly, shaking the image from his head, he grabbed wildly for the barrel. Grasping it in his paws, Panda beamed triumphantly, and took immediate action, for the wolf was charging straight at him. Hoping hard that his aim would be accurate, Panda rolled the barrel, and just as he hoped it would, the barrel fell down the entryway from which Boss and Panda had come from. Knowing that if Boss could survive the long fall so would it. Noticing the wolf was about to leap for him, Panda desperately tried to jump out of the way. Unfortunately, Panda just wasn't fast enough. The sharper end of the bone went right through Panda's digestive system, blood squirting every which way. The wolf took the bone and tore a big gash in his stomach, leaving a large hole. Panda looked at his body, horrified. Moments ago he'd been alive and well; it was hard to believe that, now that he was… this… The Silver Gray finished him off quickly, by ripping his legs off. Panda died of blood loss and exposure to too much pain. Leaving the builder in a pile to eat later, the wolf hunted around for the other Ham-Ham.
Boss cowered behind a table that had been knocked over, using it as a temporary shield. Deciding to convert his time from wasted to useful he began to examine the liquid on the dagger. There was a great deal of it, covering the entire blade. Sandy must've been really tryin' to defend herself, man! Boss thought. He examined the stuff closely, and found that it was not actually venom, but paralyzing juice! He knew this from experience. It could paralyze anything for a matter of minutes to hours, depending on how much. Better not cut myself… Noticing the wolf was partially occupied, Boss made a mad dash for the trapdoor, which was still open, and…
He had made it…
Slamming the door back into place as hard as a hamster could possibly do, Boss flew down the footholds, wishing for stairs. Holding onto the wooden obelisk, Boss kept climbing lower and lower. But he began to get tired from already climbing the wall two times before, his arms sore and his legs absolutely drained from any energy whatsoever.
The wolf gave up on chasing the fat hamster, after it realized Boss had escaped. It decided to gorge on the other hamster it had killed, but waited for a couple minutes so it could laugh at the terrified expression it wore. Panda's eyes were wide, his mouth was agape, his little nose scrunched up. It was hilarious for the Silver Gray, and it spluttered in its giggles. Soon getting bored, its humor gone, it took one of the legs and bit chunks of the flesh and meat off. Much of it was muscle, but that was good. Soon devouring the rest of the leg, it sank its teeth into the other leg, wanting more, more, more! Tossing the bones aside, it ripped open the stomach, and ate Panda's insides. The gore and bones and patches of skin and fur went sailing through the air, and the Silver Gray decided that muscle was much, much more delectable than fat. Satiated, it began to gnaw and chew vigorously on the bones it had tossed to the sidelines. And to think, I have five more waiting, just waiting to be eaten by me!
Boss scrambled to his feet, grabbed the gunpowder barrel, and tightened his grip on the dagger he held. Boss had jumped that last half of a foot, and landed on his knees. Running away from the horrid place, he leapt through the hole, leading into the room with the remaining five. Adjusting his eyes to the newfound light, he blinked back tears, partially because even the dim light seemed blinding to him, and partially because of the loss of a good friend. Hamtaro, Bijou, Stan, Cappy, and Penelope stared at him expectantly. (Although one had a pretty good guess what had happened) "I, uh, Panda got- wolf forgot-managed to grab-um, uh- narrowly escaped…" the stuttering and gasping Boss tried unsuccessfully to explain the recent events. Taking a few deep breaths, Boss finally managed to calm down. "Panda got eaten I got the dagger it's still wet with paralyzing 'juice' (it's harmless it just paralyzes you if it gets into your system) and I have the gunpowder." Boss said all in one breath. The others just blinked, not knowing whether to cheer or cry or just go "Huh?"
They all began to speak at once, trying to come up with plans and ideas to kill the beast that was eating their group, one by one. Stan's loud "HEY!" got their attention immediately. "The knife Maxwell used! It could serve as another self defense weapon!" he practically screamed. The other agreed slowly, nodding and smiling. Stan smiled, too, happy to be of assistance to the group. He shot up. "I'll go get it!" he immediately volunteered, and then cringed at the thought of having to see Maxwell's corpse once again, after having watched him die about forty-five minutes to an hour ago. Sighing, regretting his volunteering, he traveled back to the gloomy kitchen. His eye began to twitch as he remembered Maxwell's deliria. Hesitantly, he went through the doorway. Stan immediately snatched up the knife, and zipped back to their hideout. The knife, caked in blood and gore, Maxwell's blood and gore, was sharp and it was shaped like artificial grass that you find in sushi 'obento' boxes. "Dang, why do we even have these things here? Gunpowder, knifes, the ability to make daggers? Crazy." Shaking his head, Stan presented the icky knife to the remainder of the Ham-Hams. Boss was the first to respond.
"Eeeeeew!" he cried out, obviously disgusted. Stan just shrugged. Hamtaro leaned away from the gross item. Bijou did the same, and repelled from the item by a few steps. Cappy's eye twitched. Penelope gave a little yelp.
"Ya think that's bad? Go see Maxwell's corpse, which is rotting as we speak." Stan said, his voice monotone. All of them shook their heads no. "Good choice." He laughed, a small, thin, laugh. It wasn't even a laugh, just a withered giggle. They all sighed in unison.
The wolf chewed away on the bone pile, happily patting its not-completely-full belly. Savoring the salty flavor in its mouth, the wolf cleverly used the sharp end of the bone as a toothpick. (Just like in "The Lion King"!) The wolf decided that bones were going to be put in the category of 'Desert', because it thought the flavor had a sweetness lingering in it. Must… eat… more… hamsters… it thought, hungrily.
This had to be the WORST CHAPTER EVER! It was so… so… so… BORING! AHHHHH! I can't believe I couldn't make it more, more interesting! But believe me! I guarantee the next chapter will be ten times more interesting, because I have some good ideas in mind! So PLEASE don't stop reading this story!