Fourth Chapter! Alright! I hope everyone liked the last chapter, and I am proud to say that this is my first fic to exceed 10,000 words! Yay. I'm shooting for 20,000; we'll see what happens. And if anyone was wondering what the Michael Moore thing was about, it was totally random. As has been a lot of things.
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Okay, so here we go. Just to tell you, this one may start to develop a little more of a conflict in this chapter. Oh, and one more thing. I said the thing about the waitress's name being "Cim" and stuff? Well, forget it. Just forget that part. That's not her name. Go as if you never knew her name. Why? It doesn't really matter, but if you'd like to know, email me. Okay, here we go.
Dragon in Paradise: I'm Still Confused
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"So... I thought you were going to Miami", Jake asked Rose, still amazed that she was here.
"Yeah... thought so too. But we were only flying into Miami. Then we got on a plane to here", replied Rose.
"Okay, that's great", Jake smiled, "Well, I gotta split. My Grandpa is around here somewhere, and I'd better find him." Actually, that was kind of what he was going to do. He was also gonna look for that waitress he had met the previous night at the restaurant. He still didn't even know her name. That, of course, would make it all the harder.
Jake wove through the crowd at the party, looking for Grandpa. He was also looking for the girl. Which was hard, because he had to look at just about every girl. And he didn't want to look like a perv or something.
After a while of looking (and one slap in the face), Jake finally found Grandpa. He was standing by a couple of beach chairs. And surrounding him was- a hoard of hot college-aged girls. "Whoa!", he exclaimed, walking toward him. But the crowd of girls continued to get larger, and he didn't get far. Searching around, he saw Fu, with his paws on his hips, shaking his head. "Yo, Fu! What's goin' on?", he called.
Fu seemed to be angry, "Him."
"Yeah, was wondering about that. What's with all the extremely hot women?"
"Your Gramps's quite the ladies' man, apparently. When the only time you're out of New York is when you go to the Dragon Summit, you'd think he'd be the most shy and collected person here. I guess coming here has unleashed the "party Gramps"."
Jake still couldn't see Grandpa, so the powerful duo of Jake and Fu went into action. Jake stood on Fu's shoulders, and was able to see into the eye of the storm. Grandpa was in the middle, of course, with a smile on his face and a bottle of... something in his hand. "What's that he's got in his hand?"
Suddenly, a Jamaican man walked in from out of nowhere, "Red Stripe! It's beer! Hooray beer!"
"Oh, okay. Thanks", Jake thanked the man.
"No problem, mon!", he said, and walked to the nearest bar and sighed as he slumped down at the counter, "Gimme a Foster's."
"Alright, Fu. I found him", Jake called down to him, "I just don't think he'll be that easy to get to."
"Don't worry 'bout that. Leave that to me", Fu said, and then, in his best feminine voice, shouted, "Hey ladies! Just heard that Michael Bolton is playing a free concert at the yellow tent! Who's with me?"
The noise quieted down for a moment, but soon resumed, with only a 40-something woman sprinting toward the tent, screaming "Michael! I love you!"
"Okay... so that didn't work out too well", Fu said to Jake, "Kinda forgot what time period I'm in. Quick! What's a popular singer or band!"
"Uh...", Jake thought, "Clay Aiken?
Fu made a disgusted face, "Him? You mean there's some girls that actually LIKE him?"
"Yeah, apparently. I don't really see what they see in him, but..."
But Fu had already begun to call out, "In the yellow tent! Clay Aiken!"
This was something that got their attention. In a matter of seconds, hundreds of screaming girls (even if they hadn't been crowded around Grandpa) were rushing toward the tent now.
"Well, that takes care of that", Fu smiled, "Now let's get Gramps and... hey, where'd he go?"
They frantically looked around. But they didn't see him. "I swear, he really gets around... there he is!"
Jake looked in the direction Fu was looking in. Yeah, there he was. He was running with the group of girls towards the supposed location of Clay Aiken, or, rather, he was behind the group of girls, running as fast as his little legs could carry him. It took Fu and Jake about five seconds to catch him.
"YO! Easy, killer", Fu stopped him, "And why exactly would we be running toward the "Clay" concert?"
"No, Fu! You do not understand! See, I heard someone call that Michael Bolton was here. So I attempted to make my way out of there. But I could not. But as soon as I was almost out, Clay Aiken was then said to be performing. And I like him too."
"There's not a Clay Aiken concert, Gramps. Or a Michael Bolton one, for that matter. It was a distraction... so we could get you outta there!", Jake explained.
But Grandpa didn't look grateful, "But... what if I did not WANT to get out of there?"
Fu sighed, "I know that your... old and... uh, yeah, old... hormones are raging right now, but... how 'bout we go back to the hotel or somethin'. How's that sound?"
"Hm... okay", Grandpa said, taking another swig of his Red Stripe, "Maybe "Hotel Rwanda" is on Pay-Per-View."
As Jake watched the two head back to the hotel, he wondered to himself, "What the hell is Hotel Rwanda?" But his questions were soon forgotten when he saw... her.
The girl from the restaurant. The one whom he didn't know the name of. The girl that was supposed to meet him at the party. And she was here.
She was standing behind a bar, looking as if she worked there. But wouldn't you have to be 21 to be a bartender? Jake really had no clue, as this was a foreign country, and maybe their work ethics were different. Just maybe. He went over to her, and as soon as she saw him coming, her eyes lit up.
"There you are! Was wonderin' when you'd be here", she called as he walked up, "Didn't think I'd have to work today. But, here I am. Sorry."
When Jake finally made it to her, he immediately recognized that she had a nametag on, unlike the previous night. It read... Victoria Alda. So her name was Victoria. Jake looked up at her. She didn't look like a Victoria.
"Heh, see you finally saw my name", Victoria blushed, "Don't really like it. I think when I move to the States, I'll change it to, like... Kristen or something."
"When you move to the States?"
"Yeah. I live here on this island right now with my parents. But I wanna move there. Maybe to Florida. Or California. I don't think I could escape from the heat and beaches."
Jake laughed, "Oh, then you wouldn't want to come to New York!"
"Okay. Oh, which reminds me! Never knew your name. What's it?", she asked.
"Jake. Jake Long. I'm here with my family on vacation. You saw my Grandpa and my...er, uncle... in the restaurant last night. And my parents and sister are around here somewhere." (Hopefully not anywhere close, though", he muttered under his breath.)
"Oh, is your uncle the one that I thought needed the kids' menu?", she smiled, "Tell him I'm sorry. He just..."
"...looks like a kid? Yeah, he, uh, gets that a lot. But, um... he operates a... a website about the rights of people like him all over the world."
"That's cool", she looked around. The other bartender was tending to the lone customer they had, so she was still free, "So... have you heard about the... legend?" She lowered her voice to a whisper.
Jake shook his head and followed the same volume as her, "Uh... no. Don't think so. What legend?"
"Well... it's somethin' that just recently was started. 'Bout five months ago." She made sure that once again, no one was neither in their vicinity nor could hear their whispers, and then said, "The Calloway Devil."
(End)
"So... vat you are saying is... dat you children know de location of a dragon, and are requesting the great Professor Rotvood's assistance", said Prof. Rotwood to the Huntsclan's New Recruits at the payphone. "How do I know dat dis is not a prank of some sorts, hm?"
"Well... um... I guess I can't really convince you from here", Regan said, trying to think how to convince him, "But maybe this will help. We are part of the Huntsclan. Heard of 'em?"
"Pfft. Dat is nonsense. Everyvon knows dis. De Huntsclan are not real. See, children dese days... think I am not smart... challenge the honorable Professor Rotvood? Vell, I vill show dem. You all vill see! Von day!" And he hung up.
The four recruits stood there, a little confused and upset. So, the Huntsclan was supposedly not real? Made sense, but what made it that way was that they really did know that the Huntsclan did exist. Well, this Rotwood guy probably didn't get much business, especially if he pulled stuff like this. Plus, it wasn't like many people believed in that sort of thing to begin with.
"Well, guess we'll go back to the Huntslair. Try again later, maybe. Think of a new plan", Regan sighed, and they turned to leave. But then they were stopped in their tracks. The payphone had begun to ring again. How was it doing this, they didn't know. But they had a pretty good idea about who it was, "Hello?", Regan answered.
"Uh, yes. Me again. So... how much vere you villing to pay?', asked Rotwood on the other side.
Regan smiled, "Well... how much do you need?"
(End)
"Spud. You crazy. I'm fully convinced", Trixie yelled at Spud, wide eyed, after his announcement, "You can't surf in New York Harbor! They're not gonna let you in there, and even if they would... it's still 50 degrees out! The water's gotta be freezin'!"
"Well, what've I got to lose?", asked Spud.
"Hm, let's see... your life?"
"Good point...", Spud sighed, "Okay, you win. But I'm just so damn bored!"
"Well... find a way to entertain yourself", Trixie said, turning on the TV to see what was on. (If anyone notices a striking resemblance to Shrek 2, it is intended, but it's not gonna end up the same way.)
Spud thought about what she'd just said for a moment, smiled slyly, and said, "Okay, you win. Be right back!" And he walked out of the shop.
(End)
"Alright, now vere is dis place you are talking about?", asked Rotwood. He and the four new recruits were on their way toward the shop. The four were in their Huntsclan uniforms, while Rotwood himself was in dark clothing. He lugged a duffel bag on his shoulder- the contents of which were unknown to the teens. It had been hard to hire him- $500. (Most of the money came from Derek, over half. When asked why, he responded that usually when he wanted to buy something, he'd forget what he was buying as soon as he got to the counter, so he'd walk out without the stuff and wouldn't lose a dime.) They hoped that he was worth every penny.
"Here we are", Mikhaila pointed, "It's closed right now, but..."
"It is closed? Magnificent! Dis vay, ve can get in vithout anyvon knowing ve are here!"
"Um.. It's not really that easy", Regan said, "See, there's still someone in there, and the last time we tried gettin' in, we were driven out."
"Hm, is dis so? Vell, maybe it vas because you did not have Professor Rotvood vith you! Ve shall see how difficult dis is... but not today."
"What? Why not today?", everyone asked.
He shrugged, "Vell, if dis is supposed to be as hard as you say, I may need more supplies dan vat I have now. Ve vill meet here again... tomorrow. Until then, goodbye", and he began to walk away. But before he was out of sight, he turned around and called back, "Oh, and by de way! Lose de suits, you are not fooling anyvon!"
(End)
"Okay. I'm out of Trixie's evil clutches. Now all I have to do is find a surfboard", Spud laughed as he walked down the street toward the harbor, "Don't really think there's a surfboard shop anywhere around here."
And, as it turned out, there wasn't. But on his way there, he encountered a tall, dark haired, metalhead-bearded homeless man by an alleyway. He had a long piece of plywood with him. Why? Who knows.
"Excuse me, young man, but could you spare a dollar?", the man asked as Spud walked by. As soon as Spud saw the plywood, his eyes lit up.
"Well, maybe... would you be willing to give up that piece of plywood there? How much would you want for it?"
"Well, it's been in my family for years..."
"Oh, I see. Thanks anyway", and he turned to walk away.
"Wait!", the man exclaimed, "How much you got?"
"Uh... five dollars?"
The man seemed to be in deep thought for a moment, "... the liquor store sells two bottles for five... okay! You've got yourself a deal!" He handed Spud the plywood.
"Thanks! Here's your money... have fun spending it on booze!"
"I will!", the man smiled, "Hey wait! How do you know I'm gonna do that?"
"Buddy...", Spud put his arm around the guy, "When you've lived in New York as long as I have, you know. Plus, I watch NYPD Blue all the time, so... hey, do you need that shopping cart?"
"I dunno... I've had it for a week since I stole it from the Wal-Mart..."
"Okay, I'm just gonna borrow it! See ya!", and he dashed away with the cart.
"Woo hoooo!", he screamed as he began to push it with his back foot, and climbed in, and sped down the sidewalk. He nearly collided with many pedestrians and sidewalk stands. "Hey! Watch out! Comin' through!", he yelled, dodging them as he went.
Mr. T., of A-Team fame, was walking out of the Convenience Store Across From Spirits (heh... remember this place? If not, look for it in "The Friends My Dad Had". I know that fic kinda sucks, but still...) With his Monday groceries when Spud sped (heh... try saying that three times fast) by. "Whoa!", he exclaimed, jumping out of the way. "I PITY DA FOOL that tries to run over Mr. T. With a shopping cart!" And he set his groceries down and began chasing after Spud.
"Is that... Mr. T.? Mr. T is chasing me! I dunno whether to be excited or terrified! I needta get outta this thing" But he couldn't. It was moving too fast, and he couldn't stand up in the cart! "Um... I should call Trixie! Maybe she'll know what to do!" He dug in his pocket and found his cell phone, "Lesee... Gramps's number... got it!" He dialed the number and looked behind him... to see Mr. T getting closer and closer. "I PITY DA FOOL that makes Mr. T run for prolonged periods of time!"
(End)
At Grandpa's shop, Trixie was thumbing through a magazine when the phone rang, "Spud, can you get that?", she called. But she heard no answer. "Dammit, you slacker! I'll get it myself!" She walked over to the phone, "Hello?"
"Trixie! My favorite person at the current moment!", said Spud on the other line.
"Spud? Where the hell are you!", Trixie scolded into the phone, "I told you to stay here! But did you listen? NO!" She sighed, "What's your problem?"
"Uh... well, two things. First of all, I'm riding down a street in a runaway shopping cart and I can't stop it. And second, Mr. T is chasing me."
Trixie smiled, "Whatsa matter? White man can't jump?"
"Uh...", Spud looked at the quick moving ground below him, "Yeah, white man can't jump right now."
"Well, whaddya want me to do?"
"I don't know! Just make sure you're here when I crash so I can tell you what I'll give you before I die!"
Trixie's eyes lit up, "Sounds good! Where are you?"
"Uh... I can see the Statue of Liberty now, so..."
"Say no more, be right there!", and she hung up.
"I PITY DA FOOL that makes phone calls about Mr. T without Mr. T knowing!"
(End)
"The Calloway Devil?", Jake looked surprised, "What's that?"
Victoria shook her head in disbelief, "Oh... I can barely bring myself to speak about it. Not many around here can. The Calloway Devil is a monster. A devil-like creature. Thus the name. It has... glowing yellow eyes, dark red skin, claws, wings, a tail... we don't know where it came from, but it's been terrorizing civilians and tourists alike for four months! Around the time I started working here."
"Does it... kill anyone?"
She shook her head again, "No. Never. But it's come close. In fact, just last week... they guy that owns this place, Levi Adams, he was attacked while leaving here. No one saw the attack because he works so late, but the next morning, me and Jalai Weaver came into work and found him on the ground, bleeding all over the place. We got him to the hospital... he's okay, supposed to be coming home today, but still, the doctors said that he probably would've died if we hadn't found him."
"Wow, that's terrible... so does the thing only come out at night?", Jake questioned.
"Usually. But lately, it's been out in the daylight more frequently. I'm afraid...", she choked for a second, "I'm afraid that when the devil comes back, it may try to kill someone!"
Jake was quiet for a few moments, before saying, "That's weird. I hope that it doesn't come out while I'm here!"
Victoria nodded, "Well, Jalai seems to have everything under control right now. Think I'll take a quick break. Back in a sec!"
As Jake watched her go, it made him wonder- did the Bahamas have a dragon? Like, the Bahamian Dragon? If they did, then why wasn't he/she here? Trying to figure out anything about this "Calloway Devil"? But of course, the Bahamas were a chain of hundreds of islands. If there was one, they probably couldn't get around very easily. Then again, if the Russian Dragon could do it, couldn't just about anyone?
"Need anything?", asked a male voice in front of him. Jake looked up. He was tall, had messy brown hair, looked in his upper 20's.
The man's nametag read "Levi".
"Are you... Levi Adams?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah. I own this place."
"Okay. So... I heard about that attack thing."
"You mean with the Calloway Devil? Yeah, just got back today. Most of my injuries are gone, but...", he lifted up his left shirt sleeve, "I still have these", Jake looked to see a few gashes on that arm.
"Ow", Jake winced.
"Yeah, but it's alright now. At least I'm back. Now, I can't let you sit up here unless you buy somethin', so..."
"Oh. Sorry. Bye", Jake got down from the counter and walked around to behind the bar and toward the hotel. He didn't see Victoria, although he had figured she would've been back there. He saw one person there- an elderly woman sitting on a bench. Then he saw it.
It was like a small mist just sitting in mid-air. Except it was black. And it was on top of a small building shaded and surrounded by trees. As Jake got closer to it, the larger it seemed to become. All of a sudden, a large red claw reached from out of the mist. Soon it had its whole body slipped through. It was the Calloway Devil.
The monster, as soon as it was completely through, eyed its surroundings. Quickly, Jake leapt behind some bushes that were nearby. Peering through, he saw it... looking at the old woman on the bench.
It quietly jumped off the building. It was creeping toward the woman, but then Jake saw it do something he didn't think was possible- it teleported. It teleported right to beside her. The woman slowly looked toward it, and her face turned as white as a sheet. But before she could even scream, the devil had her.
It pinned her down, holding her by the shoulders. She was squirming, wriggling... but still no sound was escaping from her mouth. Why? Why wouldn't she scream for help?
Man, I should help her, Jake thought, But if anyone sees me in dragon form... He soon realized that he didn't have much of a choice. "DRAGON UP!", he yelled, and quickly became the American Dragon.
The thing had heard him, and was now looking at him intently, seemingly awaiting for this new creature to make the first move.
"Hey! Why don't you pick on someone your own... uh", he looked at the two. They were about the same size, "Okay... how about age? Wait, no...", he didn't know how old this thing was, "Aw, hell. Come an' get it!"
It suddenly let out a battle cry roar, and began dashing toward Jake. Why it wasn't teleporting was beyond him. But this worked out just fine for him, as he was able to rear back and use a devastating punch to send the devil flying- all the way to a dumpster atop one of the buildings. When it went in, the lid closed. "Ooh... score one for the Am Drag!", Jake laughed triumphantly, licked his finger, and made a "sss"ing noise.
"Yeah, I think he's down for the count!", he said, reverting back to human form. In the meantime, Levi came out from the bar. "What's all the racket back here? I heard somethin', and... oh my!" He saw the old woman lying on the ground. She didn't look hurt. But Levi wouldn't have known. He ran over to check her pulse.
"Um.. Excuse me, young man", she said, "But could you please get away from me so I can stand up? I've had quite a day."
"Calm down! Don't go into shock, it'll be okay!", Levi yelled, "I'm gonna go call an ambulance! Just stay lying down!"
As he ran back to find a phone, the old woman saw that this was her most opportune chance. She quickly got up and began to run away.
"Wow... she moves pretty fast", Jake observed. But then he remembered the devil. Looking up, he saw that the dumpster was still closed. "Hm... the police'll probably want to question me if I stick around, so I'd better leave." He looked around to make sure no one would see him. And then he became a dragon again and flew to the top of the building. Creeping toward the oversized trash can (he wondered how anyone got up there to empty it... until he realized that it was dumped over the side into another dumpster), he slowly opened the lid. But as soon as he could peer into it ever so slightly, he saw two glowing yellow eyes staring back at him.
"Damn!", he flew back from the dumpster. The devil teleported out of it and to a few feet in front of Jake. Before Jake could even react, it gave him back the punch it had been given moments before. Jake went sprawling back, but was able to regain his composure in midair, and landed on his feet.
Meanwhile, from their window at the Holiday Inn...
"Mommy! This big lizard thing and this other guy are fighting on the roof of a building over there. I think I'll call him the Trashman because he came from the big trash can. They're fighting up there! And there's also this old lady running faster than daddy at an Oktoberfest when they just announced "free beer". And she's saying more naughty words than daddy when he plays golf! Ooh, the Trashman just hit the lizard guy hard!"
"Billy. Where do you come up with these things?", asked his mom from the bathroom.
"Mommy! My name's not Billy! It's Bobby! And I don't make these up. I just see them like it is! Hey, what's that guy that looks like Elvis doing handing out free ice cream at the hotel entrance?"
All of a sudden, his mother rushed from the bathroom, scooped up Bobby, and sprinted out the door.
"Wow, mommy. You're runnin' faster than that old woman that looked like Grandma only 40 years older, even!"
(End)
In the meantime, Rose was walking back to her hotel. Hopefully, she could find Jake. But then, as she decided to take a shortcut, she looked up on the top of a small building to see... a devil-like creature fighting with a...
"Dragon.", she said disgusted.
END CHAPTER
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Okay, everyone, there you go.. Sorry it took so long. And before we depart, I have one more thing to say:in this fic, don't assume anything, I'm not using the ASS out of U and ME thing. I'm just sayin': don't assume. That is all. Hope ya likes. Peace.
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