What's this! The story... updated! Blasphemy!
Yeah, sorry about the delay, guys. You have to understand, though, school is becoming torture right now. My English class ALONE is giving me a hard time with homework. I'm even surprised I got this thing done! Life's tough, ain't it?
Disclaimer: Yeah yeah, I own nothing except Sky, his owner, and the edited events. Let's just get to the fun part, shall we?
CHAPTER 4 - Second Attack
CLINK! CLINK! CLINK! CLINK!
The thundering rumble of the clinking of Maxwell's arms again filled the air as they took him away from the clubhouse. Maxwell needed to learn more from Sky about the menace hamster. He didn't want to make another mistake on a situation like this. Everything had to be precise for him now. A false move could lead to deadly results.
Maxwell reached the cave inside the bridge and shortened his arms so he could walk with his feet.
"Sky?" Maxwell called out. "Are you still here? I need your help."
Sky came out of the darkness, walking perfectly fine without any pain, though that wasn't Maxwell's concern. "What's wrong?"
"I... I got one of the Ham-Hams... but though I did, Sandy never came back. Did I do something wrong or did I just get the wrong person?"
"You got the wrong guy, Max." Sky said, sounding a bit baneful. "But hey, it's just the first time and we all make mistakes. And I assume you learn from them, correct?"
"Yes..." Maxwell quietly said, wondering what Sky was trying to tell him.
"I sensed something, Maxwell. The hamster you killed... it was like Sandy was ABOUT to come back. I think he had to do something with the real murderer. The two both planned it out and the one you killed only knew all the secrets. He never committed the acts, though. What you must do is find the one closely related to him and get him."
Maxwell gasped. It was like Sky told him the answer. He knew exactly who to get now. "The no good ex-friend... I'll get him!" Maxwell, in a rage of ferocity, turned around and lifted his upper-left arm as it was about to the ground...
...but then the arm couldn't move. Something grabbed it and stopped it from moving. Maxwell turned his head around and saw Sky, holding onto the arm.
"At nighttime..." Sky slowly said to Maxwell. "...you strike."
Maxwell was confused for a second, but then caught his drift. "At nighttime..." Maxwell realized what he meant and then grinned at the idea.
Meanwhile, at the clubhouse...
"AHA! I got it!" Dexter yelled out in glee! He was analyzing the footprints and marks from the mechanical arms Maxwell made when using the secret exit to escape the clubhouse. After 30 minutes, Dexter finally came to a conclusion to his analysis of the marks. Everyone turned around at this statement and was anxious for an answer.
"What is it! Stan immediately asked. "You know the guy who did all this!"
"Come on, tell us!" Boss yelled at Dexter.
"Like I said, guys, I got the answer." Dexter calmly replied. "These footprints that lead from Howdy's body to the outside are of the same person and show that the perpetrator immediately escaped. These strange cross-shaped marks indicate that the perpetrator used a strong machine-like weapon to get Howdy and also escape. There are no footprints of another person, which obviously means that they belong..." His eyes now widened and he spoke with emphasis. "...TO MAXWELL!"
"WHAT!" Everyone replied to this shocking answer. They couldn't believe.
"Please don't tell me that you're saying Maxwell is the maniac hamster!" Panda spoke, frightened.
"I'm sorry, guys, but it's true." Dexter sighed. "Maxwell, all along, was the murderer."
"No... no!" Stan angrily yelled at Dexter. "I won't believe this! You're lying and this is absolutely NO time for stupid jokes!" Everyone else agreed and was outraged by Dexter's answer to this. Dexter's face was worried and he started to wave his arms around.
"Wait, wait, guys! Calm down!" Dexter yelled. "There might be a reasonable explanation for this. Yes, these are the footprints of Maxwell, I swear, but it doesn't mean he MEANT to do this! It's possible he was maybe FORCED by someone to do it! Maybe he was threatened to be killed by the real perpetrator if he didn't follow his orders! That way, the perpetrator could stay in hiding after kidnapping the other hamster!"
Everyone then calmed down a bit, but was still shocked by the thorough answer they received.
"What does this mean, then?" Boss asked. "If what you're saying is true, then could something like this happen again by Maxwell?"
"It's possible, unfortunately," Dexter said. "However, this time, we're gonna get him with our set-up traps, am I correct, Panda?"
"No need for worry, Dexter!" Panda said, outside of his scared mood and now feeling confident. "By night, the traps should be fully set and engaged to capture anyone that dares try to break in."
"Err... they won't harm the guy, right?" Dexter worriedly asked. "I mean, what if it's Maxwell who comes in? We should just keep him trapped and make him give us the scoop on all of this."
"Don't worry, Dex, they're all set on trapping the invader with ropes, a cage, a metal box, or anything like that, depending on where the invader tries to get in. Trust me, he's ours."
"That's great, Panda!" Boss praised.
"Yeah, especially since no more people will get hurt!" Hamtaro shouted. Everyone laughed at the comment. Finally, they were happy believing that all of this might end.
6 HOURS LATER
The full moon was shining brightly over the dark city. Everyone, hamster and human, were asleep. The only Ham-Hams sleeping in the clubhouse were Boss, Panda, Dexter, and obviously, Snoozer. The others went back to their homes to get some rest of their own.
rustle... rustle... rustle...
Soft rustling through grass could be heard through all the chirping of the crickets and soft wind. It was moving closer to the clubhouse. Soon, it ceased and only soft footprints were heard as they moved into the tree and closer to the Ham-Ham clubhouse. Later, every so gently, the front door of the clubhouse was opened and made not even a creaky sound as it slowly opened the way to the inside. A hamster and 4 mechanical arms on his back then entered the clubhouse. Maxwell had come.
Through no light was on, Maxwell could make out the shapes in the room, which were the table and chairs, other furniture, and 4 hamsters sleeping on the ground, snoring softly. He then squinted his eyes as he thought of something.
"Hmm... I wonder if Panda really set up those alarm things he mentioned once," He thought to himself. He brought up his right paw and exposed a spray of some sort. He gently and quickly pressed the spray and let out only a mist. He saw it slowly go forward... and that's when it revealed, for a split second, vertical red lines that guarded the way that were a foot a couple of feet away from him. Maxwell was right. Panda had set up a system of signals that could detect the presence of any hamster coming in.
"Darn..." Maxwell grunted softly. "Wait... but what if...?"
One of his mechanical arms then slowly reached forward to where the lights. He bit his teeth as the arm got closer... and closer... but he noticed something: nothing happened. Not a single alarm went off. His arm went undetected by the system.
Maxwell grinned at this. He now knew how to get across. He brought his arm back to where he was and now brought all of us arms up above him and had them open their fingers to their longest extent. They now completely covered Maxwell. He slowly moved forward and didn't have a single problem getting through the system of signals. After walking a few feet, to where Maxwell figured the lines weren't, he brought his arms down and now searched for... that's when he spotted him.
"There you are..." Maxwell happily muttered to himself. He slowly walked toward him to where he was right under his nose. That's when Dexter woke up and looked up. Right he was about to gasp...
"Gotcha." Maxwell whispered. Suddenly, the arms came down like snakes and grabbed Dexter, making sure his mouth was shut and that he was in grab of them. Dexter then yelled out screams that could barely be heard and furiously squirmed around, trying to get out of Maxwell's mechanical arms. That's when Maxwell brought his left paw up and sprayed a mist at Dexter. Gradually, Dexter stopped squirming around and was then heard snoring softly, like he was a few seconds ago.
"Now to get outta here." Maxwell thought as he put one spray bottle in his mouth and another to his neck where he lowered his head so he could hang on to it. The mechanical arms brought Dexter to Maxwell's own arms and they began to rise and extend again so Maxwell could again not be detected from the system of signals and escape from the scene.
Maxwell brought Dexter outside and laid him down on the grass. His 4 mechanical arms then "looked" at him, like they were ready to attack.
"Good bye, friend." Maxwell softly said. He then laughed maniacally at Dexter.