Author's Note: YAY! My writer's block is gone! Thanks to those who reviewed!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot.
flaming-1251: I think you misunderstood it. The assassin was working for tiny, but now he is working for the boss. Tiny and boss are two different people. Thanks for reviewing! P.S. I'm glad you cooperated with my writer's block. It is such a PAIN!
WoRdLiFeCeNa4: Yes, I know that this story is somewhat violent. My next story, Sickness, has a pretty violent prologue. However, I don't think the entire story will be as violent as this one. I'm not really sure because I work out the details as I type. What is a word that describes more horrid than horrible? Because that's what writer's block is. Lol. I HATE no… LOATHE it! Lol. I don't really want to put my name on the web, but next time I review one of your chapters I'll tell you what my name is. I know, it's fun writing reviews! I think you know me well enough by now to tell that I won't tell you if your assassin suspicion is right. However, you'll soon find out… I have two names that you can use instead of bob. However, I think that they sort of suck… Anyway, they can be bell or bobette. (I know they suck). Anyway, when I don't know where a story will go, I just sit at my computer and start to type the most probable thing, (Unless I'm putting in a plot twist) and before I know it, I find a perfect way to include my plot! However, don't expect a whole lot. It takes a while to adjust to this way of writing. If you look back at my early stories like Spongebob's Discovery and Plankton's Plot, they really suck out loud compared to the stuff I'm writing now. However, I still think you are really good at writing fan fiction. Thanks for reviewing! P.S. A. Nonymous has a message for you. The length of my reviews depends on what I have to say, have opinions on, or think about a chapter or about other things related or non-related. I'm not trying to win any Longest Review Award, but WoRdLiFeCeNa4 apparently is. I'm not sure why she/he couldn't tell you, but that's what she said. Anyway, bye for now.
A. Nonymous: Thanks for the drama and question comments. I finished the sixth book a long time ago. So it would have been okay if you elaborated. I know! It was so sad! I can hardly wait until HP7 is coming out. It is going to be so different then the others! Anyway, thanks for reviewing! P.S. Thanks for cooperating with my writer's block.
SpongeFan SquareFiction: I'm glad you like the story so far. Thanks for reviewing!
granger1191: I'm glad you have taken an interest in this story, however, I noticed that you had never reviewed for the first RAN. I HIGHLY recommend that you read the first one before the sequel. It will help you understand and get a lot more out of RAN2. If you would rather skip the first RAN, that is your decision, however, I think it would be wise to read the first one first. If you cannot find it, the story is listed in my profile.
Chapter 5: A Tragic Accident
Sandy and Patrick were unpacking their bags in a hotel room. They had just arrived, and it was a good thing they did, because it had started pouring when they had entered the building. Now the rain was coming down in sheets, and the lightning seemed to strike closer to the building every time.
The terrible weather didn't help either friend's mood. Sandy was very prone to tears nowadays, and Patrick was the most depressed Sandy had ever seen him. It didn't help that they were headed to the gloomiest place in the sea.
Patrick and Sandy were headed for Rock Bottom. It was always dark down there, even in the daytime. Weird fish lived in the depths of the place, and spoke with a weird accent. Patrick had visited it twice before, and it became scarier every time. Sandy had only gone down there once, and she was not keen to go again. However, they had no choice but to go there. It was their only lead to finding their small yellow friend. When Spongebob had gone missing the last time, he was forced to live in Rock Bottom, so Sandy and Patrick decided that that was where they should go first.
The two friends unpacked in silence. The only sound that filled the room was the shuffle of clothes being unpacked and the booming thunder and rain that was occurring outside. Suddenly, Sandy stopped unpacking. She (once again) was crying. Patrick stopped unpacking to reassure her.
"C'mon, Sandy, don't cry," he said, patting her gently on the back.
Sandy didn't reply. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"What's the matter?" he asked, speaking in soft tones.
"It's just…" cried Sandy in between sobs. "What if Spongebob is out in the storm? How is he? I'm so worried about him, Pat."
Patrick gave Sandy a small hug. "I know that he is okay. Last time he had no physical harm whatsoever."
"Well, ya, but… I should have known something was wrong, Pat." Patrick knew Sandy was referring to the kitchen incident days ago…
Flashback
Patrick and Sandy entered the Krusty Krab. It looked like just another normal, ordinary day.
"Go save us a table, Pat," Sandy said. "I'll order the food."
Sandy walked over to the cash register, only Squidward wasn't there. Instead Mr. Krabs was standing there, taking the orders.
"Howdy, Mr. Krabs!" exclaimed Sandy cheerfully. "Why are you standing at the register?"
"Mr. Squidward is on vacation, so now I have to take the orders," replied Mr. Krabs. He didn't sound too happy.
"Well, Patrick and I will just have…"
But Sandy got cut off. An alarm had gone off.
"Barnacles!" yelled Mr. Krabs angrily over the noise. "That's all I need to make my day! Stupid Plankton…"
However, it wasn't Plankton who entered the Krusty Krab, it was and army of mechanical drones! Mr. Krabs's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the beasts. After fifteen drones had entered, Plankton followed, holding a remote.
"We're going to take what we came for!" yelled Plankton. He pushed a button, and a drone started to head towards the kitchen. Mr. Krabs jumped out of the small boat containing the register, and pushed the drone out of the way.
"You!" He pointed at Sandy. "Try and take care of some of these monsters! I'm going to the kitchen!"
Mr. Krabs disappeared from sight. Sandy watched as the kitchen door swung closed, but she couldn't daydream now. She had to fight. She ran over to Patrick, who fell asleep, despite the drones.
"Patrick wake up!" yelled Sandy.
"Wasumwhosum?" asked Patrick, waking up. "Oh, hi Sandy!" said Patrick stupidly, completely oblivious to the attacking machines.
"Patrick, get up, we need to get rid of the drones!"
All of a sudden Patrick seemed to realise what was going on. "AHHH! ROBOTS!" he screamed.
"C'mon Pat, we need to get rid of them. You evacuate the customers while I destroy the drones!"
"Right!" said Patrick, with a flair of responsibility in his voice.
The two went to their jobs when Mr. Krabs emerged from the kitchen. He helped Sandy defeat the drones. Sandy didn't think Mr. Krabs would be able to handle it, but it appeared that all those years in the navy paid off.
It was many more minutes until Mr. Krabs (with the help of Patrick and Sandy) had stooped the drones, and everyone had been evacuated safely from the building. However, Plankton didn't give any shouts of furry that his plan had failed. In fact, he was smiling.
"Well, it looks like my plan has failed," he said in a falsely sweet voice. "I'll be on my way." He walked out the doors with the smile still on his face.
"That was odd," said Mr. Krabs. "I'm going to check the kitchen to make sure everything is okay…" He walked off and out of the room.
Sandy looked around at the battle that had taken place. There were still many metal pieces that were littered all over the ground.
"We'd better clean this up," she said. Patrick and Sandy started to clean the mess, but it didn't take long until they were worn out; and Mr. Krabs still wasn't back from the kitchen to help them. Soon Sandy and Patrick got frustrated by the mess and decided to check and see what was keeping Mr. Krabs.
They walked across the room and entered the kitchen…
End Flashback
"I'm being silly," said Sandy, interrupting their thoughts. "Maybe some T.V. will calm me down…"
Sandy reached for the remote on the bedside table. Patrick yawned.
"Well, keep it down, 'cause I'm going to bed." He rolled over and started to snore.
Sandy gave Patrick a look and then turned on the T.V. Nothing good was on, so she decided to flip to the news.
"Our top story tonight is a tragic accident. A resident in Bikini Bottom died last night. Police still are not sure about the cause of death, but it appears that they had fallen down their stairs."
"We looked over the seen and they were lying dead right at the bottom step," said a police fish on the T.V. "It might not be as simple as it seems, but there seems to be no other explanation. There was no one else in the house at the time, so it seems like the only logical explanation."
"Police have yet to interview any friends or family of this victim, but they have been able to identify the body. Police believe that it was local resident…"
Everything went black. Sandy was rigid on the foot of the bed, watching the T.V. even though the screen was blank. She sat there, wanting to know who was dead, but the T.V. gave no answers. She then realised what had happened, and she gave a yell of furry. She turned around and punched her bedding aggressively. Of all the stupid times to have a power outage. That information could have been important to their search for Spongebob. She continued to punch her pillow, until a bolt of lightning from the window awoke her from her rage. She looked down at the pummelled bed, and then at Patrick, who continued to snore. Another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. Sandy knew there was nothing more she could do about the mystery, so she laid down, and went to sleep.
"Boss? Where have you been? Me and the other guys want to know what's happened." The assassin fiddled with the knife that hung around his neck. He always did that when he was nervous.
"I had some…business to tend to."
"May I ask what kind of business?"
"I had to remove… a problem…"
"Do you mean…? Was it that accident on the T.V?"
"Yes. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone. I'm feeling…very stressed right now."
"Yes, sir…"
The assassin turned to leave, when the nagging questions he had been dying to ask escaped his lips.
"Sir, are you… do you know the sponge kid? Why do we need him alive? Wouldn't it be easier if we killed him now?"
The boss sat quietly for a very long time.
"Those matters don't concern you right now. You'll find out when the time is right. I have my reasons for doing what I do."
"Yes, but…" The assassin broke off in mid-speech. He knew he wasn't going to get any answers. "Thank you, sir." He turned and left the room.
A / N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! When you review, tell me who you think died! Hope to hear from you!