Ok, let me start off by saying that I don't KND. Wish I did, but I don't. Now, second of all, I would like to explain what I am trying to do here. When I hear people call Numbuh 4 "the dumb one" I get a little frustrated. I am trying to write this 2 part story as a way to explain his true genius. I have never written anything like this, so bear with me while I work on it ok. Now on with the show.
But I Am A Genius
Part 2
By OmegaRed9
Time: 4:04 pm
Location: Sector V Tree House
I could see the outlines of me mates underneath my golden locks of hair. My choice of haircut covered up most of my field of vision, but I have attuned a skill that heightens my other senses and provides me with a sort of sixth sense that amlalglamates all of my senses together. So now, rather than depending mostly on me sight, I can sense the location of anyone around me even if I can't see em.
I can even sense the giant robot that is about to crash through the wall. Its tentacles seem to have a way about them so as to allow them to extend, or at least that is what they sound like. I think that Wink and Fibb are the pilots of this cruddy machine. I can smell the cheap cologne wafting in through the small cracks in between the boards of ply wood. I instantly react and roll over to the one person I am most interested in protecting, Kuki Sanban. The feeling that I get as soon as I wrap my arms around her can only be described as uplifting. I get the strength of a thousand men and feel as if I can take on the stars themselves. Today, I may have too.
The wall is ripped apart like a paper doll and in steps a large robot of incredible proportions. I am not surprised at all, that is their usual M.O. My only concern is protecting Kuki's beautiful face from the thousands of splinters flying past us. The robot stands about 20 feet high and is a dull grey. It blended in nicely with the unforgiving weather behind it. The drizzle that the robot had to have walked in to get here gave it a shimmering affect that seemed to intimidate all of the other, but not me. I would not be scared by these two. Their track record against us aside, they still didn't stand a chance. That didn't mean that I wasn't cautious. I decided that I would stand back and await for them to make the first move and then strike after they have thrown their weight into an attack, thereby exposing their weakness. A machine that size, with that many tentacles, and with two pilots would most certainly not be the greatest balanced device, so I could easily throw it on its side after it throws its weight at me. That would leave those two dorks at my disposal. This should be relatively easy if everything goes to plan, but it never does.
The two pilots began to grin and did their usual gloating that would be expected from people with a false hope of winning. Their voices droned into my head making my fierce heart burn stronger to get this over with quickly.
"Mr. Wink, what do you think we should do with these disobedient children?"
"The same thing we do with all disobedient children Mr. Fibb, crush them."
Time: 4:06 pm
The tentacles begin to snap with each extension. Oi can hear the grinding of each cog wheel and gear as they move into place. This monster begins to move to life and takes a few steps towards the couch in the center of the room. Since all of the operatives were in the corners and sides of the room, we now surrounded the monster. This, however, did not work out to our advantage. Now every tentacle could be used as they surrounded this machine. Like a grenade going off, these arms shot out of the machine in a vain attempt to pin all of us down. We all managed to move aside despite their blinding speed. Our battle trained senses helped us predict where and when they would move. However, even the fastest warriors get hit eventually, and since we can not reach the pilot's seats, all we can do is dodge. The strength that those tentacles posses is immense; oi can feel my muscles straining to protect the inner organs that keep me going. Luckily, all of my training and fighting has made my body as hard as a rock and provides an almost armor like exterior to protect myself with. I can't say the same for my pals.
I can't see on the other side of the robot, but I can hear the screams of Numbuh 5 as the tentacles smash into her feminine figure. I can hear tendons tearing and bones breaking. I shudder to think how close we actually are to defeat. I look over to Numbuh 1 who is no more then six feet away from me. Usually he has some sort of plan or leads us by example or something, but he is pinned down by the robot. His glasses have fallen off and I can see tears welling up in his eyes. I always wondered why he wore the glasses, maybe that is why, so he doesn't appear weak when he takes a hit.
Time 4:07 pm
Suddenly, as if it were a knife stabbing into my heart, I hear the blood curdling scream of the one person that I had hoped had run off, Kuki. I could smell her perfume, a light lavender, begin to mix with the smell of blood. My eyes widen in fear for the first time that day. I swing around hoping that my senses have deceived me for once and am mortified at what I see. Kuki is hanging 4 feet in the air as the tentacles are wrapping around her. I can hear the tiny servo-motors (or whatever Numbuh 2 calls em) running at top capacity as they try to squeeze the life out of her. As I look closer I can see a thin red liquid begin to trickle down the black leotard that she normally wears and I am thrown into a fit of anger. I thrust myself toward her in hopes to get her out of the vice grip that cages her, but am stopped by Wink and Fibb. They had launched one of their tentacles at me when I was distracted and smacked me in the solar plexus. I drop to the ground in pain, but before they could come back for another hit I get up and start to maneuver my way toward them.
I turn my attention toward them and see the wide grins that they have on their faces. I can see their perfect teeth and I grow even angrier. They are getting so much joy out of hurting my friends. I charge forward. Each step I take feel like I am pulling a thousand pound weights behind me; all I want to do is get to the pilot's controls before Kuki and the others are killed. I can feel the boards squeak underneath me as I step on the cracks beneath my feet. The noise is unheard though; I don't know why, but I can no longer hear a thing. It is completely silent. I can see my friends' mouths open as they scream for help, but their pleas now fall on deaf ears. All I am concerned with is reaching my enemies and saving my friends in the process. I know that If I don't stop them, then my friends will soon be dead.
As I get closer and closer to my target, I can see the cockpit in much greater detail. There are numerous panels completely covered in flashing lights and buttons and switches. They are labeled with tiny plaques saying things like servo pressure regulator and main cpu transfer rate control. I have no idea what any of those thing mean, so I am secretly hoping that I won't need to touch any of those buttons in order to free my friends. I can now see small irregularities in the glass. Most glass panes have irregularities in them from the sudden cooling down that they go through after being formed. Normally these don't affect the performance of the glass, but if you need to break a pane then you should strike there. KND espionage 101, gotta love it. I decide where I am going to strike and I launch myself into the air with the intent to strike the glass and fight the two of them at once. However, I hit the glass with so much strength that I completely knock out Fibb and am left to fight Mr. Wink one-on-one. He is no match.
I smell his cheap and rank cologne wafting in to my nose and I nearly puke fro the odor. He sees this and tries to strike me while I am distracted, but I am ready. I saw his right hook coming from a mile away, and I block it. I counter with a knee to the solar plexus, just like they gave me. He starts to go down grabbing his gut from the pain, but as he does he swings his head down with incredible speed in an attempt to head butt me so as to buy him a little extra time to recover. He failed however as I cross my forearms into and x and place them directly in the path of his throat. I can see the look in his eyes as he makes his way down; he doesn't even notice that he is about to get the hurt put on em. When he gets trapped in my little trap I can see the look on his face. His eyes look like they are gonna buldge out of his face or somethin'. I grin despite the obvious pain that I am in. I can't believe he fell for it. As he is sprawled out on the floor of his tiny cockpit lying next to his loser pal, take a deep breath. I hadn't realized how much I was exerting myself.
Time: 4:08 pm
I grab him by the jaw and start to push each side inward toward each other. He screams in agony and tries to fight back, but the pain is so great that his punches are too weak. I whisper in his ear somthin about letting my friend go or he'll be eatin out of a straw for the next two years, and he flipped a switch. I then proceed to beat the heck out of him and his little buddy. I can't very well let em go without a few lumps.
After a few extra hits from me, mostly in the face and groin, they started to make their way home. Before they left though, they just had to make a threat. "We will get our revenge stupid one. You just wait for our return. You and your friends won't stand a chance."
I mull what they said over in my head as thir engines begin to glow and turn red. Their craft that posed such a threat to us took of with lightning speed leaving only a trail of smoke and a blood stain on the floor where it once stood.
"Whatevah, you just go ahead and bring it on. And I'm not stupid, I'm a genius."
All of the other operatives had this weird look on their faces after I had said that. They slowly began to smile and broke in to a loud laugh that could probably be heard for miles. I felt a little hurt. These guys were my friends and they were calling me dumb. I mean think about it, how could I not be a genius when I think of new combos and moves to perform on my enemies every day. It isn't fair that the word genius is only allowed to talk about people with book smarts.
I gruffly say, "But… I am a genius, really."
Numbuh 5 hobbled over to me. The pain she must have be going through just to come over to me must be intense after the absolute beating she took not 10 seconds earlier. If she weren't giggling so hard she would probably be sprawled out on the floor in tears. She wrapped her arm around my neck and rested her weight on my sturdier legs. I don't know if it was because she needed to rest her legs so she wouldn't fall or if she just wanted to put her arm around me to complete the condescending effect. "Sure thing champ, Numbuh 5 believes you."
Everyone got a good laugh out of that. I know they all think that I am clueless and don't know that they all think I'm an idiot. I do know that they always condescend me when I try to prove my true intellect. Numbuh 5 walks out of the room, probably to tend to her numerous wounds. After she leaves the room, I can here her whisper things like "Wally is an idiot" and "I can't believe that he is such a fool". It hurts. I try to prove that I am smart, the others refuse to believe me and try to argue . They say things about my report card and remind me of my reckless behavior and jumping into things without thinking first. What they don't realize is that I actually know what I am doing when I do those things. I trained myself to think in a split second so when I find myself in a tight spot I can keep my skin.
Time: 4:10 pm
I try to speak my thoughts on how smart I am, but I can't really acticulate what I have to say. I ain't good at that sorta stuff. Crud, I guess I won't be able to win this argument today. I guess I'll have to wait till tomorrow, but I won't give up on meself. I will convince my friends that I don't deserve to be called "the stupid one."
The End
Author's Notes: So, I bet it took you more than six minutes to read. That is why Wally is a genius. Sorry if I didn't have Wally's accent and usual vocabulary. I found myself getting so into trying to prove his intelligence that I switched into simply writing as if he actually used some word with more than three syllables. I did try to misspell a couple of those words though, just for continuity. I hope that you all enjoyed this little two-parter. Please read and review.