Dumb Adventures of Conner Mcknight
Chapter 04
Saving Private Trent: Part 2
It has been an hour since we had arrived at the bar. Kira, had pretty much seduce the evil Spiral Saber group in thinking she was just a friend. I waited patiently, drinking my fourth coke. By now I was drunk. Drunk on Soda! I remain still on my chair, every so often catching a glance at Kira who gave a dirty look right back at me. Suddenly she stood up, along with the others and they all started to file out.
"I would love to come with you guys!" She exclaimed, "Just let me get my purse at the bar counter."The man let her go, I watched her scrambled right past me and towards the counter to grab her yellow handbag. She didn't look at me but she whispered. "I'm heading to the base. Follow me." She turned and brushed past to exit out with them.
"Ethan!" I shouted in excitement, "We move out!"
"But I was almost to the next level." He stammered. I grabbed the laptop from his lap and smashed it against the wall. He just blinked. "What the hell?" He grew angry.
"This is no time for video games." I scoffed, "We have to save our friend."
"You smashed my computer for no reason." Ethan shouted. He bent down and picked up the pieces as I stepped on them and towards the door.
"Let's go!" I shouted, exiting out of the building to see the gang drive off in their pretty pink cars. Man, they were pretty. I mean, they were not very manly! Ethan stormed out, dumping the pieces of his laptop in the garbage and climbed into Trent's car. I got in also, of course I was driving. We sped down the long desert road and following close behind at a safe distant. Ethan was listening to the new techno country music that everyone has been listening too lately.
I will r-ri-ride my horse into the sunset
With my guitar and my clog set. Yeah yeah.
What the hell kind of music is this? We continued to fly down the road, the crappy music blaring and Ethan head banging. Now, in the next part of the story I would have told you that a deer came out of nowhere and we slammed into it, causing the car to spin and flip over but that sounds too logical. Yes, logical to even the fact that a deer would randomly be out in the desert because it sounds so much sweeter then the truth.
What is truth, exactly? We all want it but 92 percent of the time we only get it. It's like this weird craving feeling amongst people to get the satisfaction of the truth but in reality, truth is only shaped by the person who says it and the person that believes and agrees with it. A lie is only a lie when a person disagrees with the truth. If I said Ethan had pink underwear, that would be the truth until he disagreed which would make it a lie but a lie doesn't sound so bad, now does it? Because we find the humor in a lie then we find in a truth because we believe it is true, so would that mean we are enjoying the satisfaction of the truth? Because a lie is the truth until proven otherwise, making us believe in the truth unless it's a lie. And if it's a lie, its no longer funny because its not the truth and the truth is what we find humor in even though technically the humor we find is in the lie and not the truth. So what does a human prefer? The truth? The "Truth" or the lie?
Haha. Ethan in pink underwear. By the way, that is the truth. Which is why its so funny! Oh yeah, so you want the truth? Yeah we crashed the car into a rock that was six feet away from the actual road. You see, I wasn't paying attention and the car kind of just jerked to the left and smashed right into it. Yes, sadly, we are alive but the car blew up. Luckily though, the two of had managed to escaped from it and though Trent is going to kill me, I'm just thankful we got rid of that ugly car.
"So now what are going to do?" Ethan scoffed, "We have no transportation and they have Kira."
"I was I was kangaroo." I muttered, "That way I can hop, hop, and hoooooop all the way to Kira." I exclaimed.
Ethan gave a dumbfounded look before he started walking alongside the road. I ran after him, the two of us had a long way to go to go in order to catch up with those pretty pink cars.
Skipping a few details that you don't need to know, we had finally made it to the secret base. Yes, we managed. After three hitched rides, one with a nun, and two with these big truckers that wanted to do more then give us a ride, we had finally made it. We snuck around the side of the building with me pressed against the wall in my spiffy leather jacket, I overheard Kira laughing inside. That traitor. How many men did she sleep with? 25? That whore!
"Okay." I turned to Ethan, "We run in and break Kira free and search around for Trent." I whispered, "Do you think you can handle that?"
"My bottom hurts from that truck ride." He responded but finally nodded, "All right."
Kira was sitting on the couch, talking to the men. The windows shattered and Ethan rolled right in. I dived in right after, hitting my head on part of the window sill and falling on my ass. Scrambling back onto my feet, I got into my fighting position. "Let's Rocket!" I shouted. Wait, wrong season. "You Sprial Bastards are going down!"
"Its people like you that give Andros a bad name!" Ethan added afterwards.
"Who are you!" All the badguys stood up, "You aren't allowed in here."
Kira grabbed her purse and smashed it across one of the guys face. She scrambled over to the others and turned to them. "Were here for Trent, you creeps."
"Yeah so hand him over. Preferably alive, but he's dead, that's all right. The actor that plays him gets paid too much anyway!"
"You will never find him." One of the men sniveled, "And now we wont let you leave."
"Let's do it!" I shouted, "Kira. Digivolve!"
"What?"
Dammit. Wrong show. The group of six bad guys launched themselves at us. I always wondered if it was just being a ranger that made me fight so well, but lately I just plained suck. Kira and Ethan broke away and started to fight like a bunch of badasses as I ran around like a sissy. I jumped over the table, kicking it up and slamming into a few of them. Of course, they caught it and threw it right back, hitting me in my face. MY FACE! Now I don't look as pretty as I normally do. Anyway, I threw a punch, connecting it with their faces and knocking them back. Flipping backwards, I ended up in the kitchen were I grabbed a bunch of throwing knives and started tossing them.
"Ow!" Ethan shouted as a knife went into his leg. "Watch were you are aiming that!" He pulled it out and threw it right back. I dodged and it went right into the cabinet.
"Sorry!" I responded, throwing another one that hit him again. "Again! Sorry!" So anyway, like an other battle, I punched, they get hit and I win. Though this time, I was thrown out the door and rolled outside. Standing back onto my feet, I flipped backwards and threw my last knife that hit the guy right in the head! It was really sweet man!
"Somebody! Let me out!" I turned my attention to the familiar voice. It must have been Trent. The voice had been coming from the barn a little ways. Running away from the fight, I made my way to the barn door where I opened it up and found Trent in a cage. "Conner! You made it man!"
"You all right?" I opened the cage's latch and let him get out, "Did they do anything to you?"
"It was horrible." He ran his hands through his hair, "They made me get on my knees..." No. They didn't make him. No, it can't be. He isn't! "And made me scrub the kitchen floor!"
Noooo! He's a male order maid! The horror! "Its okay. We'll get through this." The door opened up and Kira and Ethan came rushing in.
"There are too many of them." She stated, "We have to retreat." She turned to Trent, "Glad you are all right."
I nodded in agreement. We turned and dashed to the back of the barn. Smashing through the window, I landed on my feet and turned to see Kira and the others walking out of the door. "Oh, well guess that works.
"Let's run!"
"Where's my car?" Trent glanced around, "Didn't you use it to get here?"
"A deer hit it!" I responded as we ran away to live again!
---------------
End Chapter. Don't forget to vote it for this month's fanfic!
If anyone can catch the dirty joke that Ethan said, I'll give you a cookie >.> .