AN: Yes! Updatedness! I knew I had to update because I like had this dream where Numbuh 4 was all thrown into a dumpster and he all ate this disgusting lasagna and he puked. It was a totally disgusting, graphic dream that just spoke to me! It said, "Lil Cosmo, get your sorry butt on that computer or this dream will become a reality." So, here's the next chapter!
"Hey! This isn't cool!" Kuki fought against the restraints that cut into her wrists. No use, she wasn't going anywhere.
The feminine voice laughed. "Do you think I care what's 'cool'? Kids can be so dumb sometimes. Actually, all the time!" Her laughter irritated Kuki to no end.
"That's not true! I'm not dumb! You're the dumb one, you big . . . dummy head." She was fresh out of insults.
"Ouch." The woman was conveniently hidden in the shadows so the seventh grader couldn't see her. "Don't worry, your daughter will be raised the right way." She stuck just an arm out, holding the baby doll.
"RAINY! Put her down, you jerk!" Kuki struggled fiercely.
"Relax. Like I said, I'll raise her right. Teach her the way, if you will. The adult way!" She cackled with glee. "Anyways, it was your stupid partner who gave me the doll in the first place," She added, eager to hear her reaction.
"Wally?" She asked.
"No, the other partner. OF COURSE, YOU IDIOT!"
"But he would never . . ."
"But he did!" She said in a sing song voice. "He said to me, 'Keep this cruddy doll.' So I did."
"Liar!" Kuki shouted. She knew Wally didn't care about Rainy, but he cared about his GPA.
"Well, he might as well have. Just leaving it on the bus like he did. I just . . . intervened."
"He wouldn't leave her on the bus!"
"Believe what you want, but I'm telling the truth."
"Who are you?" Kuki asked.
The woman stepped out of the shadows. She was a younger woman, in her twenties. Medium height, light brown hair. She was . . .
Now, I can't tell you that right now, can I? That would give away the mystery.
Wally, oblivious to the mystery villain, came to on a garbage brig. Adding to his misery, it was in the middle of the ocean, which, for him, meant no escape.
Wally kicked a half eaten bologna sandwich into the water and watched it bob up and down. "Now what?"
He could call the others for help . . . "After I find the cruddy doll," He reasoned with himself. After all, how embarrassing would it be for the others to find out he had been in a trash can for no apparent reason?
Plus, Numbuh 3 would totally murderize him. And he couldn't have that.
Two hours of trash digging and choice words later, Wally was no closer to finding Rainy or getting off the garbage hell. He had no choice but to call the others. Unfortunately, it was late. The sun had set long ago and he guessed it was around midnight.
"Pick up," He moaned as he dialed the phone.
"Hello?" It was Numbuh 5, groggy.
"Numbuh 5, its me, Numbuh 4. I need . . ."
"Call back later, Numbuh 4. It's too late."
"No wait!" The dial tone answered him.
Wally tossed his phone to the ground in anger and before he could grab it, it slid on the trash and into the water.
"No! NO!" He shrieked, his voice becoming increasingly higher. He watched as the black cell phone, his only means of escape, sunk deeper and deeper into the pitch black water.
AN: Uh oh! What's gonna happen now? Who's the mystery woman? I know, but you guys don't so tune in next time!