((another day, another chapter, another wonderful question!

All: -groan-

A: now now, let's be happy! This is a good one!

Sonic: sure it is. Based on your last one, it's probably going to be disturbing. -.-

A: who do you consider your personal role model/hero?

Knuckles: you're right. It is disturbing.

Tails: Albert Einstein, Bernoulli, Galileo, and Stephen Hawking.

Sn: Jessie Armstrong, James Elliot and Gary Lewis. (but I'm faster than all of 'em combined, noh dah)

Knuckles: THE ROCK! -bows before his altar of the Rock- oh, and Muhammad Ali and RVD.

Shadow: The Birdman, Tony Hawk. -peace sign-

Vector: Steve Irwin. HA, yeah right. Actually, I have to say I admire Hulk Hogan. What is he, 70 now? And still in the spotlight! You have to admire that.

Amy: Brittany Spears! -gets the shit knocked out of her by Rouge-

Rouge: Amelia Aerheart, Marie Curie, and Sheryl Crow. Guts, brains, and a killer voice. I'd like to think I'm a little bit of each

Espio: Jet Li! And Bruce Lee, God rest his soul. -crosses himself-

Sally: -crying- why did Brandon Lee have to die? He was so... sniff so... So SEXY! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Charmy: ummm...ummm...ummm... I dunno, Al Pacino. I don't know why.

A: okie dokie, that's all I have the patience for today. Let's get ficcing!

K: ficcing sounds like fucking...

A: same difference.

K:D

(((Sonic: I belong to no one! ESPECIALLY Aeyvi. Take notes. You'll be tested on this later.)))

Chapter 7- A Chat with Danger

Sonic was sweetening some audio in Audition (AN- Gotta love Audition!) for some simple sound effects on a site he was making when he got an IM from "spikedpunch20."

spikedpunch20: sup? i gots a comp.

blustreek18: nm. thats cul. $?

spikedpunch20: not 2 bad. ibook - 184.55

blustreek18: not bad all. hows things?

spikedpunch20: ...

blustreek18: i c. tarsa right?

spikedpunch20: tarsa. yah. i should call her

blustreek18: why dont you?

spikedpunch20: cause... shes the 1st thing thats actually scared me for awhile.

blustreek18: i no the feeling , shes hot.;Dif you call her you could get lucky

spikedpunch20: doubts it. 2 shy.

blustreek18: u or her?

spikedpunch20: both probably. -,-

blustreek18: break the ice, man. you need 2 talk 2 her more.

spikedpunch20: i know

Just then a certain "prplinertia" popped up with a waiting message.

blustreek18: hay, ttyl bud, its val.

spikedpunch20: velociti? - have fun:D

blustreek18: we'll try :D

prplinertia: hey sexi. wasabi?

blustreek18: soy sauce. just talked 2 knux. he shy ;P

prplinertia: hm. threesum maybe?

blustreek18: O.O;; wut?

prplinertia:P jk, stupid.

blustreek18: o,o'; u scared me 4 a min there….

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"Aha! I've got an opening!" Karpa said as she typed in her sleek laptop.

"What kind of opening?" Shadow said, sitting up from the bed to look over her shoulder.

"A chat. And our guest of honor just logged on!"

Shadow scrambled to her side.

"The one who has the emerald is bluefire21?" he asked her, an eyebrow raised in query.

"Yes."

"And who exactly is that?"

She looked up at him, "why, she's my sister, of course."

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spikedpunch20: has sent you a message

'Who could THAT be?' Tarsa sighed while sitting crosslegged in the office chair at her desk in her cluttered little apartment. She clicked the "respond" button.

Bluefire21: hey, knuckles. You got a comp.

spikedpunch20: o.o howd you know it was me?

Bluefire21: T.T youre kidding, right?

spikedpunch20: eh. anyway, i was just...

There was a long pause.

Bluefire21: ... you were just...?

"Comeon! It's a computer! How hard could it be to type one gawdamn sentence?" Knuckles berated himself. He shifted his weight, as he was lying belly-downon his bed, propped up by his elbows, then began to type again, albeit painstakingly slow.

spikedpunch20: thinking about you, and i found your screen name lying around, so...

Bluefire21: youre so sweet. and its easier than talking over a phone, right?

spikedpunch20: exactly.

Bluefire21: even though I think id rather talk to you in person.

spikedpunch20: whatever for? ;D

Bluefire21: shut up :P

Goldenchild: has sent you a message (the message pooped up on Tarsa's screen)

"That's odd... who's this?" Tarsa said aloud to herself.

Bluefire21: brb. gots an anon message

spikedpunch20: just as long as youre coming back...

She smiled, minimizing one IM window to get to the other.

Goldenchild: hello there beautiful!

Bluefire21: a/s/l?

Goldenchild: public static void main (Stringdouble pi 3.14159265; 2digital.kidna/hydra

Bluefire21: ... what?

Suddenly her screen went black. She typed at the keyboard, clicked at the mouse, tried to hardboot her tower computer, but nothing came of it. The power light remained on, which perplexed her. Of course, given her limited knowledge of computers, she had no idea she'd just received a virus.
(AN- no, it's not a REAL virus you nitwits. random javascript.)

"Yes! I have an IP address! We know where she lives!" Karpa shouted with delight.

"Fantastic! Where is she?" Shadow inquired eagerly.

"No more than ten minutes from here! Ah, I'm a genius!"

She kissed him deeply, tossing him back on the bed.

"We can get to her tomorrow... there's no rush, is there?" she asked, straddling his waist.

"I don't see how there would be..." Shadow smirked devilishly as he slid his hands up her body.

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"Tarsa, everything ok?"

"Yeah, my stupid old computer just blacked out on me. I swear this is the last straw! I'm about ready to throw it out the window!"

Knuckles chuckled, lying back on his bed with his cell pressed to his ear. The sound of her voice was reassuring.

"You're cute when you're angry. You know that?"

"... well, you can't even see me. How would you know if I'm cute when I'm angry?"

"You sound cute."

She laughed. "I do, huh?"

"Yeah, not a bad dancer either."

"Wish I could say the same for you." She snickered. "I think you stepped on that poor guy's knee."

"Hey, don't make me come over there."

"And that's a threat?"

"Sure is. You're probably sitting on your bed-"

"Lying..."

"Lying on your bed ... all alone... in the dark."

She squeaked. "How did you know I was in the dark?"

"...do you like scary movies?" said in his deepest of creepy voices.

"CUT THAT OUT!" she scolded, shivering.

"... so if I were to come over there right now..." he continued in the same voice, "I'd bring my meat cleaver, of course..."

"We'll, let's not forget that."

"Sneak into your room, still on the phone with you so you wouldn't suspect me..."

"Going by the book, are we?"

"Wait, I'm not finished. I'd tie you to your bed..."

"For some reason this doesn't sound like a thriller anymore."

"...Oh, sorry, my mind was wandering. What?"

She laughed again. "I like you. You're funny."

"I was serious!" he stated in a mock-hurt voice.

"Oh, really? Are you outside my bedroom door as we speak?"

"... I wish."

"I bet you do."

"Hey, listen..."

'It always gets hard at the part where I'm trying to be serious...' he thought sadly.

"Y'know, since we're both all alone with nothing to do, you, uh... wanna come over for drinks? Watch a scary movie?"

She looked around her dark bedroom, considered it. "Sure, why not? You creeped me out too much to stay here anymore, so I guess I'm on my way."

"Great! Great! I'll, uh, seeya in a few!"

He clicked the disconnect button on his cell, then stared at the ceiling with a chunk of ice festering in the pit of his stomach.

'now what?'

((my, this chapter had too much dialogue. Shame on me. I promise the next one will have more action and less talk. hi, Jimmy. Hope you liked it so far. Tra la la so now you must review. Be excellent to each other! Chao!)))