"Wake up! Wake up Hamtaro!" two cold hands were shaking Hamtaro's shoulders violently.
"Wha? Who? Eh?" Hamtaro said half awake, drool came down his face.
"Get up!" Sandy slapped him across the face sharply.
"What the hell was that for!" He said, now fully alert.
He still had his swim trunks on, and he was on the floor of his hotel room.
He could hear distant screams out in the halls that startled him.
"What's going on!" He asked rubbing his tired eyes.
"THE ISLAND IS UNDER ATTACK!" Sandy screamed hysterically.
"Yo, what you talking about? Get out of my bags!" Hamtaro asked as Sandy rummaged through his luggage. She pulled out a gun and handed it to Hamtaro.
He blushed. "How'd you know I had tha..."
"IT DOESN'T MATTER!" Sandy yelled, "JUST TAKE IT!"
"Why!"
"THE HOTEL IS BEING ATTACKED! A BUNCH OF STRANGE, TALL MEN IN MASKS WITH SPEARS ARE RUNNING AROUND THE PLACE KILLING PEOPLE! THE WEST SIDE OF THE HOTEL IS ALREADY ON FIRE! YOU MUST LEAVE, NOW!"
Hamtaro couldn't belive his ears! He quickly snatched his bag again, and looked through it, pulling out an assortment of weapons. I'm so glad I kept these in handy, just in case the man was after my drugs and I had to make a quick escape to Canada, he thought.
Sandy snatched his wrist and dragged Hamtaro out into the hall way. There was a huge whole in the roof, broken windows, middle aged tourists screaming and running in circles, and friggen huge Islanders in masks, catching the walls on fire with torches.
Sandy ran through the halls and toward the elevator, Hamtaro following at her heels.
"Oooga!" an Islander said, popping out of a corridor lunging his spear at Hamtaro.
He dogged it, and pulled the trigger on his more advanced weapon.
The masked man fell backwards after being shot, falling down a very painful pair of steps.
"Hamtaro!" Sany desprate call cried.
Sandy was being pulled away by two of the strange islanders, trying to wrestle out of their grip, scrathching and biting. She tossed her gun toward him.
He caught it.
"Go downstairs, find the gang, and get them out of here!" She shouted restlessly, her voice fading as she was dragged farther away.
"But watch out for..." her voice was completely engulfed by the screams of panic from Oxnard, who was running down the halls, his fat jiggling.
Hamtaro felt more anger surge through him.
He pulled the trigger on Oxnard who fell to the ground, flood spewing from his face.
"SHE WAS TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING!" Hamtaro screamed stepping on Oxnard, and pushing through the scared to death crowd.
Watch out for what? What! She could have been telling me something useful,he thought, running down a set of stairs.
An Islander stabbed his spear towards Hamtaro, but he caught it, wrenched it out of the islander's hand, and stabbed him several times, jumping over the many bodies that lined the floor.
Stair after stair after blood drenched stair, Hamtaro ran as fast as he could, heart beating faster than ever.
He got to the last step and saw that half of the room was on fire, blocking the door out to the beach. Hamtaro could just barley see out of the glass doors the cruise ship. Many little dots were scurrying toward it, he knew that a few of those little dots were his friends.
Sweat dripped down his face as he peered into the unescapable flames that began to engulf the floor, nearing closer and closer to him. He could barely keep his eyes open, for the flames were so hot, and the thick smoke irritated him.
None of Hamtaro's player pimp skills could get this thug through this horrible mess. He just sat there, racking through his brains for a clever plan. But nothing came. And as he sat there, his skin bubbling from the heat, he started to cry.
Yes, he cried. Slowly at first, and silently, a tiny tear dripped down his cheek, then another, and another. He sat there, thinking about all the bad things he had done. All the people he had hurt. The fact that her had never loved before. All the drugs he had smuggled. And then, in the sheet of flames, Bijou appeared. He suddenly remembered how he was so rude to her, and so uncaring. At first he thought he was just seeing a hallucination because of how guilty he was feeling. Then he saw her walk closer and closer, her beautiful pale eyes reflecting the orange flames.
"Bijou!" he cried (literally) "I'm sorry Bij, I'm sorry for all I've done! I'm just so glad your here!" he stood at the edge of the small bit of floor, like an island through an ocean of fire.
Bijou's pale complexion and now flame colored eyes seemed to make her look evil.
She gravitated closer, her face serious as Hamtaro cried tears of joy, his arms outstretched, hoping to catch her in his arms. A wave of joy spread across him. If Hamtaro was going to die, he was glad to die with, (Dare he say it?), a loved one?
Bijou and Hamtaro were soon face to face. She stared at him, expression stone cold.
"Bijou, tha..." Suddenly Bijou pulled something out from behind her. Hamtaro noticed and stoped talking. He noticed a gleam of light come from it, and recognized what she was clutching; a knife.
"B-Bijou!" he cried. "Y-y-you wouldn't!"
The large dagger was now raised in her hand, her knuckles white, a smile that screamed 'murder' spread across her face.
"Please Bijou! I'm sorry! Why are you acting this way! Stop! Please, I'll take you home, and we can start off to a fresh start. Come home with your family."
Bijou's raised hand started to shake uncontrollably.
"My family IS here!" she said insanely through clenched teeth.
"What are you talking about?"
"The Islanders took me home with zem. They were kind, and zey made me apart of zer family. Zey helped me realize that you were my enemy. You deserve to die Hamtaro. You really do."
Hamtaro had never felt this feeling before. The feeling of pure terror. The feeling of knowing that you'll never see the world again. The feeling of death creeping up his spine. His heart felt as if it were black. Blackened with a mixture of fear and sadness.
Hamtaro couldn't argue. He did in fact deserve to die. And he knew it to.
"Say good night, my love." Bijou said in a sinister whisper, as the fiery shadows cast apon her face making her look even more evil.
She plunged the dagger toward him. Hamtaro could see it coming for him in slow motion, as his memories of wrongness and no love flashed before him, haunting him.
He felt the dagger tear through his bare flesh as Bijou chortled with insane laughter.
He could feel the unbearable pain. The undesirable sensation on numb death. The warm blood spilling onto his skin. The room started to spin a bit. His world melting before his eyes.
Suddenly, when Hamtaro thought he was done for, a group of figures shot past him. Howdy, Sandy, Pashmina , Oxnard, Stan, and Panda ran past him, each clutching their own weapons.
Bijou stopped laughing, surprised to see the mob. Stan dove for her bravely, but she quickly pulled the knife out of Hamtaro's stomach. Pain stronger then ever seared through his body and he clutched his open wound.
Bijou was about to plunge the bloody knife into Stan when Panda and Sandy tackled her.Pashmina swiftly pulled out a familiar pair of handcuffs, gave a wink to Hamtaro (Who was nearly unconscious, but still forced a weak smile.), and clipped one end to Bijou's Skinny wrist, and the other end to the metal stair case.The knife dropped from Bijou's hand as Oxnard, Sandy,and Howdy held her down. Panda caught the knife in mid air.
Bijou thrashed around violently on the floor, tugging at the handcuffs, but it didn't budge.
"You filthy bastards!" Bijou screamed as the flames got closer, igniting the tip of her flowy blue dress.
"I made the islanders come here to seek revenge! I got what I wanted too! Hamtaro's death! He will die 'an there is nothing youcan do about it!" Bijou yelled.
Hamtaro goraned in pain.
"Shhh, It's okay Hamtaro. We're going to get you home, okay?" Sandy said to Hamtaro who was sprawled across the floor, blood gushing with no mercy.
Hamtaro passed out, and the whole group worked together, carrying their friend loyally toward the emergency exit.