Disclaimer: Oh my gosh. It seems kind of sad they're not at camp anymore…If you miss the olda chapters then simply go back and re-read them. That's what I do sometimes, lol…or to refresh my memory. Ah doesn't it seem sad the fic is almost over? Don't worry, if I'm in a good mood I might just make a sequel. But I need an idea. Hehhehe…sigh. Send me ideas! I am open for suggestions, remember I, being the author may be the foundations for the story. But you guys are the glue and thumbtacks keeping it from falling apart! YAY, time to write.
Chapter 21:
They woke late in the morning (which was a nice change) Slumped up against each other, in the corner. Terry ruffled Alan's hair playfully as they stood up. The guy in the straight jacket across the way still had his back to them, and was in the exact same spot.
"He looks like he's dead," Squid whispered.
Officer Paulina looked over the tapes from the security cam. She popped the one in from last night, as she had not been on duty at the time. (Jack was.) There was the usual. All cells empty except for Ed, sitting there like a rock. He rarely moved. She fast-forwarded until the two new inmates came in. Stop! It went to normal speed now. Yes, they were walking in…now they sat in the corner for a while and got all cuddly. Then she had come in, yes she remembered they needed another bed. To her surprise, after she left, they still sat in the corner. They did not get up and go to bed, in the blankets she had hunted around 15 minutes for…they just sat there and… Officer Paulina cocked an eyebrow. Kissed? Hm, she knew something had to be up if they wanted to…share a cell. It wasn't procedure here, but it did her heart a bit of good knowing she had let them be together…sort of.
"Lunch time!" Called the fat officer. Terry and Squid shuffled over to the front of the cell and reached through the bars for bowls of soup and some crackers.
"Thanks!" They said in unison. The man nodded and turned around.
"Come on Ed! Time for lunch."
There was no reply.
"I'll leave it here then and you can get it yourself." With that he set the tray down and left. Terry gulped down the tomato soup, which was much better than what they served at camp greenlake. (A/N: I think I'm getting carpal tunnel…damn it hurts..)
After they scarfed down the last few bits of cracker, Lazer and Squid went over to the wall-flip-down-e bed and sat. Together. (Of course.) Suddenly, they heard a familiar voice.
"So yeah have 'em here?"
"Yes. Are you –
"Ah need to see them."
One thought rang through both of their minds.
'MR. SIR!'
The hair on their necks stood on end, and goosebumbs ran up and down their spines.
"I wonder why he's here…he's basically turning himself in!"
They listened carefully.
"Oh, no. I'm not Mr. Sir I'm Mr. Jorald. The new councellor. I Just wanted to come and get these rascals back." He hid his accent and tried to make his voice softer.
"Okay, you can visit them but you can't take them back until we sign some release papers. And-
"Yeah yeah! Show me where they are!" He almost let the accent slip. There was a suspicious silence then footsteps. A moment later, he appeared with the female officer. She gave them a warning look, and walked off.
"Why…hello kids," He said, a furious look on his face and teeth grinding.
They didn't reply, just sat there with eyes like tea saucers.
He leaned onto the bars.
"So…thought you could just run away?" His eyes burned through them, squinting with malice.
Still, they said nothing, frozen in shock.
"Hehe. I think it's time we went back to camp." He grinned evilly. Terry shook her head, and gaped at him.
"You can't do that! We told her all the things you've done. There's no way she'll let you take us!" Exclaimed Terry.
"Think again. We get official permission to keep you until the accusations have been proved!" He snarled, snatching out a piece of paper and showing it to them.
"Wh-?"
"No!"
"And who would believe a couple of kids, anyways? To them, you just lied to avoid trouble."
"Anythin I can do to help, sir?" Asked the fat officer, walking in, sipping an ice cap.
"No, that's okay." Said Mr. Sir with a fake sugar to his voice. "I just want to get these kids back safe and sound."
"Sure thing, I'll go get the release papers from Paulina and you'll be on your way.
(A/N: Everyone all together now: NOOOOOO!)
He wadled off.
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"Hey Paulina, I need two copies of the release forms."
"What? You're not letting those kids go with that guy are you?"
"Of course! Why not!"
"Camp Greenlake abuses kids! They sat and told me for 45 minutes all the horrible things that happened! They even got lost for 3 days in the desert, at the warden's hands!"
"That's ridiculous. They just made it up to avoid trouble."
"But!"
"I'm releasing them, Paulina. Camp Greenlake has custody of the kids."
Jack left, and Paulina was sitting in her desk, fuming mad.
"I'm running an investigation on that lunatic camp."
She picked up the phone reciever and pounded down the number for social services.
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"All right that's taken care of. Now lets go kids!" Mr. Sir said with a fake smile on his face. He grabbed them by the scruff of the neck and dragged them out of the cell.
"Good day Mr. Jorald!" Said Jack. He hiked up his belt.
"Ah, another job well done, Jackie boy."
Meanwhile in the truck…
"That's it! Terry! You're going back to F-Tent. Alan you stay in solittery confanment. And BOTH of yeh, FOUR holes a day!" He roared, stepping on gas.
Terry and Squid looked at each other.
'I can't go back to F-tent!' Terry thought frantically.
'I can't dig 4 holes a day!" Squid lamented, putting his face in his hands and pulling the skin down. The inside of the truck was old, hard leather. But it was reasonably well maintained and otherwise pretty nice. They were likely the only delinquents ever to set foot (or butt) in this car. And that wasn't a good thing.
Fairly soon, they arrived at camp. Mr. Sir wrenched them out of his precious truck, and hauled them both by the collar. First he shoved Terry through the flaps of F-Tent, then lugged Squid way over to the SC tent. (A/N: SC also stands for soul calibur...lol it's a game ) He threw him in (there was a crash and a grunt of surprise from inside) and stormed off to the warden's cabin.
"Oh my effin god!" Exclaimed J-Lo as their former tent mate was pushed through the flaps. She landed face first on the dirt floor, receiving a mouth full of sand.
"OW!" Exclaimed Aero as Squid came sailing through the tent door, knocking him over as they both fell onto the metal frame of Zigzag's cot. Now they were on top of each other, on the ground, groaning from extreme pain.
Axle shook his head disapprovingly and walked away.
Meanwhile Terry was sitting on her old bed, eyeing Sunshine, Vader and J-Lo very carefully.
"So they caught you, I'm assuming." Said Vader, his eyes narrowing.
"No, REALLY!" She exploded, running out of the tent to find Squid. But instead of finding her boyfriend, she found Mrs. Walker and Mr. Sir.
"Lazer. Come with me."
She didn't wait for a reply, but grabbed her (Terry) by the hair instead, and lugged her along as they went to collect Squid. Mr. Sir gave her a cold glare when she looked up at him helplessly. He trudged into the S.C. tent and emerged with Alan's struggling form hanging by the collar of the jumpsuit.
"Let's go." The warden shot at Mr. Sir. He nodded gravely. In an instant the four came into the warden's cabin and they saw Zigzag was sitting on the couch, his hands tied up. He grinned sheepishly at Squid and Lazer, but the grin was wiped off his face when the warden pulled something out of her pocket.
A hand-gun.
Lazer was shoved into the couch beside him and Squid. There was a click as the door was locked by Mr. Sir.
"You three know too much." She said simply, pushing some bullets into the gun and snapping it shut. "And unfortunately for you, we can't have that."
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Disclaimer: I still don't own holes. Ouch, that's a bad cliffhanger…I guess the one after next will be the last official chapter and in it I'll make all my acknowledgments, question replies, stupid remarks, apologies, and butt kissing…Lol…okay things are looking very grim for our little bonus chapter. I have an Idea for it already and…bwaha….for the 100th reviewer, there will be an extra special surprise. (If we even get that far) They get included in the chapter as a guest of honor! EEEEP! Gets trampled by stampede of readers
Reader 1: PICK ME!
Reader 2: NO pick me kilver I'm your best fan!
Kilverw0lf: ….(Sweatdrop)
Reader 3: OFF YOU MORONS IM HER BIGGEST FAN!
Reader 2: NO I AM!
Kilverw0lf: Wow these are some hardcore fans! (stars in eyes)
Reader 2: (Pulls out chainsaw) Bwahahahahaha!
Kilverw0lf: Oh my. (Stars go away)
Reader1: AAAAAAAAAH! (Runs away)
Reader 3: CHAINSAW FIGHT!
------------insert 18A violence here------------
Kilverw0lf: Okay, the other readers don't wanna see this anymore!
Reader 3: Too BAD! Whahahahahaha! (Foams at the mouth)
Reader 2: (Dead)
Reader 3: I AM THE CHAMPION! HAHAHAHA-(Thunk)
Kilverw0lf: Yeah I was getting a little tired of that. (Strokes monkey wrench) See ya guys and review! (Or question me, send hate mail, anthrax, bombs, explosives, love letters, etc.)
