A/N
Wahoo! Long live the long stories. Yo. The combo of the day is Strawberry Frosted Sugar cookies and green tea with just enough sugar to make my spoon stand up in it. And I drank some Gatorade, but that was at like, three this morning, I think. Thank the gods that I'm not diabetic or anything. I don't know what I'd do with myself.
Anyway, It's Todd's POV again. I'm in Toad Mode.
That was a pun, I'll regret it once I sober up...
"I Tried"
Furor Paxx (VulgateOfEarth@hotmail.com)
Chapter 20- High Hopes?
(Several hours ago)
I hate the dark.
Who cares if I see better than the average human underground? I still can't see in the dark. And it's dark. I'm so damn tired of getting hurt... this is seriously pissing me off. Where am I and how soon 'til I can go back? Grrrr. This is not fun anymore.
It just gets darker and darker, and... wait is that water? How the hell did I wind up back here again? Dammit, damn the damned and damn you. I hate you I hate you I hate you. This isn't fai-ouch.
I look down at the rock I stumbled over. Oh well, the little sins, God punishes immediately. What was I doing? Oh yeah. Damn the rock, damn the water, damn the everything.
I reach down for the rock, fully intending to wreak vengence upon it and the water (guess how) when I realize something's wrong with it. For one thing, it's attatched to something heavy. For another, it's moving and making noise. For another... is this thing glowing? It is. Cool.
"Who ye be, yeh landlubbin' scurvy son of a-"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Let's try this again.
I hate the dark.
Who cares if I see better than the average human underground? I still can't see in the dark. And it's dark. I'm so damn tired of getting hurt and being knocked unconcious, though now that I think about it, that falls under the hurt category since hurt always preceeds the unconcious parts... this is seriously pissing me off and I mean that honestly. So...
It just gets darker and darker, and... wait is that a person?
"Hey, thank God you-"
"Don't ye be a-sayin' that word on me ship." A pair of glowing orbs separate themselves from the darkness and hover in front of my face. Just to experiment, I poke one.
"Oh dear." I mutter as absolutely nothing obstructs my finger. Not a good thing, but it could be worse. I might have touched something.
"Oh dear." The lights mimick.
"I'll say. It's finally happened. That last time I fainted was when it really, honest to God happened." The voice starts howling about a forbidden name and something clasps tight around my neck. Maybe in my insanity, I'm doing myself a favor and strangling myself with my tie. Except my hands are touching my legs and I lost my tie. Hmm. Okay, I lost my belt too. By now the voice has stopped and the blood red balls of fire turn yellow.
"Here, now. Don't go all pale on me like that. Am I choking you? I was just being theatrical. It's been a while since we had anyone to scare. We did too good a job last time." I just blink at the voice that seems to be attached to the orbs. All of a sudden the pressure stops and there's a sound of a match being lit. Sure enough, a torch is lit a second later and I'm staring at...
"Muh...muh...oooooooooo...vuh, vuh-" Oh God, what happened to all the air!?
"You can be our cabin boy, just like in that book, whaddaya say?"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Goodness, you're a fearful one. Calm yourself." I push the voice and accompanying body away and scramble for the other side of the room. "It's alright Todd. It's perfectly alright."
"How do you know my name, whaddaya want from me, I'm too young to die."
"Die? Oh." The voice laughs. I'm getting tired of all these voices. "Your wallet had your ID in it, son. Calm down. You aren't going to die here, at least not by our hands."
"Our?"
"Can I turn the light on?"
"I dunno. Can you?" I ask, wondering how skeletons can move.
"Ha." The thing lights a small desk lamp and I see that this time, it's a person, complete with skin and hair. He looks a little like one of those pirates from the books, but then again, don't they all? "Welcome to my ship. I'm Captain Wannamaker. Or Captain Bob, as the crew prefers to call me when they think I can't hear."
"Your crew is dead."
"Not really. They're undead."
"And that's better because..."
"The dead stay where you put them."
"Ah. Thank you for clearing that up."
"No problem, lad. You seem to be lost though. Where are you from?"
"Bayville." Is all I say. To be perfectly honest I don't like this guy and his 'undead' crew
"Well, we've got a load of lost souls to drop off, and we're on a deadline. We can drop you off if you like."
"Uh. That's alright. I'm not a lost soul."
"It's not a problem, really. I think Bayville is a stop of ours."
"Er..."
"Quite a few of them there actually." The Captain muttered as he stroked his mustache. "Wonder what's going on anyway..."
I'm thinking as hard as I can, but not really getting anywhere. So I decide to do the next best thing and not think at all. The energy I conserved by not thinking was forced to my lungs and legs, and I just let them do all the work for me.
I force my way to the deck of the ship and stop cold. We weren't in the cave anymore. We're at sea. There's this weird thump behind me and I turn around slowly. Thanks to Pietro's obsession with horror movies, I already know what happens next.
"'Fraid we can't let ye go matey." One skeleton says. It moves more like a snake and has teeth like a... a... something with very sharp pointy teeth.
"Thought so." I say and peer over the edge of the boat. There's a really heavy fog rolling in and I can't tell if there are sharks or monsters or anything.
"Todd, please, just calm down." The Captain says to me from somewhere behind the mountains of bones he calls a crew.
A stong gust of wind picks up and I stare at them trying to decide what to do. Until I look past the skeletons, into the distance behind them. It's water alright, but a long way down. Too long. I can't help myself from looking back over the rail, down, down and down some more. We aren't at sea. We're above the the water not in it.
"Todd, let me explain."
I. Hate. Heights.
kaoru wada
Wahoo! Long live the long stories. Yo. The combo of the day is Strawberry Frosted Sugar cookies and green tea with just enough sugar to make my spoon stand up in it. And I drank some Gatorade, but that was at like, three this morning, I think. Thank the gods that I'm not diabetic or anything. I don't know what I'd do with myself.
Anyway, It's Todd's POV again. I'm in Toad Mode.
That was a pun, I'll regret it once I sober up...
"I Tried"
Furor Paxx (VulgateOfEarth@hotmail.com)
Chapter 20- High Hopes?
(Several hours ago)
I hate the dark.
Who cares if I see better than the average human underground? I still can't see in the dark. And it's dark. I'm so damn tired of getting hurt... this is seriously pissing me off. Where am I and how soon 'til I can go back? Grrrr. This is not fun anymore.
It just gets darker and darker, and... wait is that water? How the hell did I wind up back here again? Dammit, damn the damned and damn you. I hate you I hate you I hate you. This isn't fai-ouch.
I look down at the rock I stumbled over. Oh well, the little sins, God punishes immediately. What was I doing? Oh yeah. Damn the rock, damn the water, damn the everything.
I reach down for the rock, fully intending to wreak vengence upon it and the water (guess how) when I realize something's wrong with it. For one thing, it's attatched to something heavy. For another, it's moving and making noise. For another... is this thing glowing? It is. Cool.
"Who ye be, yeh landlubbin' scurvy son of a-"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Let's try this again.
I hate the dark.
Who cares if I see better than the average human underground? I still can't see in the dark. And it's dark. I'm so damn tired of getting hurt and being knocked unconcious, though now that I think about it, that falls under the hurt category since hurt always preceeds the unconcious parts... this is seriously pissing me off and I mean that honestly. So...
It just gets darker and darker, and... wait is that a person?
"Hey, thank God you-"
"Don't ye be a-sayin' that word on me ship." A pair of glowing orbs separate themselves from the darkness and hover in front of my face. Just to experiment, I poke one.
"Oh dear." I mutter as absolutely nothing obstructs my finger. Not a good thing, but it could be worse. I might have touched something.
"Oh dear." The lights mimick.
"I'll say. It's finally happened. That last time I fainted was when it really, honest to God happened." The voice starts howling about a forbidden name and something clasps tight around my neck. Maybe in my insanity, I'm doing myself a favor and strangling myself with my tie. Except my hands are touching my legs and I lost my tie. Hmm. Okay, I lost my belt too. By now the voice has stopped and the blood red balls of fire turn yellow.
"Here, now. Don't go all pale on me like that. Am I choking you? I was just being theatrical. It's been a while since we had anyone to scare. We did too good a job last time." I just blink at the voice that seems to be attached to the orbs. All of a sudden the pressure stops and there's a sound of a match being lit. Sure enough, a torch is lit a second later and I'm staring at...
"Muh...muh...oooooooooo...vuh, vuh-" Oh God, what happened to all the air!?
"You can be our cabin boy, just like in that book, whaddaya say?"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Goodness, you're a fearful one. Calm yourself." I push the voice and accompanying body away and scramble for the other side of the room. "It's alright Todd. It's perfectly alright."
"How do you know my name, whaddaya want from me, I'm too young to die."
"Die? Oh." The voice laughs. I'm getting tired of all these voices. "Your wallet had your ID in it, son. Calm down. You aren't going to die here, at least not by our hands."
"Our?"
"Can I turn the light on?"
"I dunno. Can you?" I ask, wondering how skeletons can move.
"Ha." The thing lights a small desk lamp and I see that this time, it's a person, complete with skin and hair. He looks a little like one of those pirates from the books, but then again, don't they all? "Welcome to my ship. I'm Captain Wannamaker. Or Captain Bob, as the crew prefers to call me when they think I can't hear."
"Your crew is dead."
"Not really. They're undead."
"And that's better because..."
"The dead stay where you put them."
"Ah. Thank you for clearing that up."
"No problem, lad. You seem to be lost though. Where are you from?"
"Bayville." Is all I say. To be perfectly honest I don't like this guy and his 'undead' crew
"Well, we've got a load of lost souls to drop off, and we're on a deadline. We can drop you off if you like."
"Uh. That's alright. I'm not a lost soul."
"It's not a problem, really. I think Bayville is a stop of ours."
"Er..."
"Quite a few of them there actually." The Captain muttered as he stroked his mustache. "Wonder what's going on anyway..."
I'm thinking as hard as I can, but not really getting anywhere. So I decide to do the next best thing and not think at all. The energy I conserved by not thinking was forced to my lungs and legs, and I just let them do all the work for me.
I force my way to the deck of the ship and stop cold. We weren't in the cave anymore. We're at sea. There's this weird thump behind me and I turn around slowly. Thanks to Pietro's obsession with horror movies, I already know what happens next.
"'Fraid we can't let ye go matey." One skeleton says. It moves more like a snake and has teeth like a... a... something with very sharp pointy teeth.
"Thought so." I say and peer over the edge of the boat. There's a really heavy fog rolling in and I can't tell if there are sharks or monsters or anything.
"Todd, please, just calm down." The Captain says to me from somewhere behind the mountains of bones he calls a crew.
A stong gust of wind picks up and I stare at them trying to decide what to do. Until I look past the skeletons, into the distance behind them. It's water alright, but a long way down. Too long. I can't help myself from looking back over the rail, down, down and down some more. We aren't at sea. We're above the the water not in it.
"Todd, let me explain."
I. Hate. Heights.
kaoru wada