Hey guys, Randall here. I didn't really want to post this chapter today but.....well lets say a certain "day" is coming up and....well.....
Anyhow, this last chapter of the first day introduces you guys to Dilfert. And you won't like him, believe me. You'll also learn a few things about me too in there. I tried to be as detailed as I could. I was going to edit out parts here and there, but since you guys like hearing my point of view, I thought what the hey.
As always R&R!
Chapter 8 After All
I'd rather not tell what happened next. Too embarrassing. I'll just skip it. It was about 5:00 and I was dragging myself on the sidewalk toward home. "(Jerks....)" I told myself. I stopped beside a street pole and placed my right hands on it, lifting my dragged self. "Ow". I looked at my side, taking off a strip of tape from my scales slowly. Your probably wondering what happened. Well I can't tell. Lets just say it was embarrassing, I hung for awhile, and Sullivan and his friends had a good laugh.
"Ow...." I said, rubbing my top right arm with my left. No, they didn't beat me, I hit my arm on the concrete. I picked myself up and started again.
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The door slowly creaked open as I opened it. The lights were off and I could hear some voices upstairs. "(Must be playing poker again)" I grunted as I closed the door. I turned around and started for my door. "Gah!"
I backed away as a light was shinned into my face, nearly blinding me. After a moment, I held up my right arm to the top of my eye's to see who it was. "Where have you been lizard!?" a male voice came. I knew it was Dilfert. He grabbed my arm, making me yelp from the pain. The lights turned on, letting me see him again.
Dilfert was wolf type. He was about 2-3 inches taller than me. Gray fur with black bits, rough paws and un-shined claws. Violet eye's, full set of teeth with some yellow. He looked like what you guy's call a werewolf, but it was a wolf that stood on two legs.
Dilfert was a racist monster. He hates reptilian monsters, namely me. He's as rough as Bellfree. He was also an addict. Yes, sadly there are drugs in this world as well. I have NEVER used them. I'm a clean slate.
I could tell he had been smoking Dream Snare, a drug similar to tobacco in your world. Don't worry, I won't babble on that topic. When he was like this, he'd either walk away or punish me. Seeing as hw was awake, it wasn't the one I liked.
He wouldn't let go of my arm, so I had to deal with it.
"I was expecting to see those red and blue lights outside!" he yelled. See? "Or were you out with my Snare?" he asked. Sometimes he accuses me of that. Bellfree and Dilfert had their own....style's. The two didn't get along well, considering Bellfree didn't like his problem. Sometimes they argue.
It was a little silent at first but.
"You sure smell like it too you slime bag" he said. What's with me and slime!? Its snails and slime! "I wonder why they let you...things into school" he said, letting my arm go. I decided to run off now. When I passed him, he hit me in the back. Seeing as I was tired, I fell, hitting my arm and stomach on the floor. I gripped my arm and turned around. Dilfert was taking out one of his cigar's and lighting it with his lucky silver lighter. After putting it away, he came over to me. I was going to go before he placed a foot on my stomach. Of course it hurt, but I didn't yell. He leaned down, so his face was in front of mine. He blew a smoke cloud at me, making me cough a couple times.
"Now get your tail up to your room" he said, letting his foot off. I turned to head up the stairs. He kicked me in the tails as I scampered up. I stopped at the top and looking back, I saw Dilfert leave. I placed my back against the wall, placing my hands around my cold body.
This was the first of about 300 day's that I would face. I pick myself up and walked toward my door. I saw one of the left doors were open, a light on in it. Most of the day's, Bellfree plays games like poker with the guys. They were doing that now.
I held my stomach and arm as I passed. "Hey! Thanks for the second helping!" one of them called over. I passed the door, hearing laughing as I came to my darkened door, opening it with a creek. It was mid-day, but what else should I do? I walked over and sat down at the corner beside my window. A day in the life of me.
Sometimes I wish I could just disappear and be away from everything. Maybe go as far as I would wish I didn't exist. Many times I've thought of getting rid of myself. One voice would tell me that death would end my pain, all of it. But then another voice over power's it, telling me to stop. Through my life, a knife or the rough surface of tire's on my body seemed somewhat....friendly.
Then again, I would be stopped by that little voice. I looked our of the window of mine, seeing dark clouds moving in. It might rain tonight. After many year's, nothings changed. I can only remember as far back as 3. Ever since I was a kid, O would look out that window near my bed, seeing cars pass by. It was a different orphanage than this one. Everyday I awaited my parents to take me back home, and everyday, my hope would lessen even more. When I moved here, I gave up waiting. I concluded my parents were dead. I have no memory of that time. I'm not sure why, can't remember.
Questions like that are hard to answer, I'm still looking for it. Maybe if they left something for me. Anything, something to just hold onto.....maybe I wouldn't be so lonely anymore. Who are they? Is that so hard to ask?
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My thoughts snapped when I heard my stomach grumbled. It was then I realized that I haven't had anything today. I did use one of the fountains in school to take care of the water, but food was another story. "(Maybe they still have something)" I thought. I gave a sigh and hoisted myself back up. "Huh...?". Something was messing with my vision on my right eye. I brought my hand up and rubbed my eye. Taking it away, I noticed water on it. Once a tear I guess. Dilfert hates it when I cry. Bellfree just doesn't care much, while the guys just laugh.
I quickly dried any forming one's and went to the door. It creaked open, as I heard the voices in the room again. You all know I'm a stealth artist. Clever, yet can be dangerous at the same time. Minus the dangerous, and you have me then. I closed the door with my hand as I kept both eye's forward. "Ow!". I looked behind me to see that my tail wasn't through yet. I gave a grin as I opened the door and pulled it through.
Anyway, I got onto the ceiling and made my way towards the door. I stopped at the door and looked in. This was Jets room. You don't know him. He's the buffed one that knocked me off my feet in the kitchen. I'll describe him in a minute. The room was nearly the same as mine. Bed, with sheets, was against the left wall, a dresser for cloth's. Bookstand, and a window on the north wall.
In the middle was a table. Bellfree was on the right end, Jet on left. Other's were around the table. Poker was one of their past times. A couple times we do something. Board game, head outside, things like that. Now, Jet. Fly type. He would look similar to a large bat. His arms were bat like, having wings on the back of them. His legs were actually similar to Waternoose's. A spider-like quality. They were sharp. Think the body of a bat with the legs of a spider. There's Jet.
I didn't pay anyone any mind, as they did not see me. I honestly didn't know how to play poker. The only thing I've ever gambled with is my life.
I could see a bowl on the table, filled with "Snack Right!". Unfamiliar? Think party mix. Mmm. Cheese covered swamp root, tangy beetle chips, centipede tortia chips, and cousin Maggie's pretzels (I won't tell you what the coating is). I always liked Snack Right. I've had them since I can remember. My mouth watered with anticipation.
I realized I needed one thing for this "operation". Heh heh. I snuck back out and headed into the kitchen. The sounds of the group we're closely overtaken by the living room television. No doubt Dilfert was watching it, as I could smell his smoke trail. I shook my head in disgust and continued. Bellfree countered the smoke with a can of "Dumpster In Your Home". Don't ask me about hygiene in this world. I never really cared that much about it. Who was I trying to impress?
Anyhow, I opened the cupboard above the space beside the sink. You may think I could have gotten something from a cupboard, but I didn't want to risk the noise. Inside were glasses, plates, and bowls. I looked around the set to find the right one. "Ah". I pulled out a deep bowl, colored blue. Perfect. I snickered and started back. Up onto the ceiling. I had the bowel in my teeth at the point. They weren't their sharpest yet, give a few years and they're primed to puncture almost anything. I got in the room, seeing Bellfree had one.
"(Moron's) I thought. Having trained a bit acrobatically, I knew what to do. I gripped the light at the ceiling with my top right hand for support. I transferred the bowel down my hands to my back leg. "(.....Easy....)". They didn't notice as I lowered a bit, lowering my foot at the right time when everyone was un-concentrated. I lowered my leg and shot straight back up. Bingo! There I was, holding the bowel with my back legs and tail. I snickered in my mind as I headed out.
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I enjoyed my victory, laughing as I looked through my books, having my 4-course dinner beside me. The book, "Between The Sun And Moon", was one that I quite enjoyed. A story about a lone soldier who must bring two struggling factions together. I've read it before, but as I read it again, I picture the story more clearer in my head. First time through, I understand the story. This time, I was understanding each character.
I actually found this one in a box Dilfert had put out for the weekly trash collection. It was the only thing I've found of any use. Luckily, it didn't smell like Snare. Makes me wonder if Dilfert had smoked through his life or not.
I was trapped in the book again, not bothering with the time. Sometimes I get trapped in stories that are so good, that if I read it again, I have to finish it all. Heh, sounds like someone I know well. Hehehe.
I decided to "ration" the food if I wasn't able to get anything tomorrow. I placed the book in my bottom left hand, holding the page I was on. I opened up my bag, which I had set thrown over to the side of my bed when I first came in. I opened my bag and pulled out a plastic container. It was supposedly used for science class, but it doesn't seem like it will be used. I opened it and poured what was left in the container. I patched it back up and placed it back in the bag. I then placed the bowel under the bed. If Bellfree caught me, she might consider it "stealing".
Anyway, now I wondered what time it was. I got off my bed, book in hand, and went over to my case. I placed my top hands on the top slot. I moved it around until I found what I wanted. I pulled it out and blew on it, sending away a few dust particles. It was a silver watch. Its band was gone, and it seemed old, but it did work. I found it in the house and fixed it.
"6:23, still early...." I said. Thought it would be later. I shrugged and placed it back. I hopped back on my bed and started reading again. About a half an hour passed until I stopped at a chapter.
"(Hard to believe its based on a true story......)" I thought. I decided to let my brain find something else of interest. I got off and placed my book back on the shelf and went over to the door to listen. I could hear Bellfree starting an argument with Jet. I had plenty of time. I slinked over under my bed. After a moment, I emerged with a box. I got onto my bed and opened it.
Remember what I said about Wazowski's passion? Well......I....don't quite blame the urge. As a matter a fact, I had some interest in them actually. I've never been able to get a pack. Anyway, the year before Fungus left, which is something I can't remember, he gave me his 50 card collection. Yep, my only friend gave me his collection. I honestly thought it was a gift, now I just think he was tired of them. He had a good collection at the time. Even had the Loch Ness holo card, rare it is. Note that Scare Cards aren't just scarers, they're also famous monsters too, some you've heard off. As a matter a fact, I was a scarer card. A really rare one! Although, if someone would get it, they'd probably sell it off or just get rid of it.
I looked through them, seeing all of these monster's accomplished dreams. I was, so far, the only reptile to be on a card. Then again, I might have been the only one of my kind to be in the Scare industry, something I had to ask my boss.
Anyway, your probably wondering why I had to be so secret? Bellfree would sell'em all to a card shop. It goes along with Randall's (yes, me) Rule of Cards, "The pack's containment is as valuable as the pack itself". Bellfree would sell them, she would get the money and I'd get squat!
You see, I had a plan. I was gonna wait until these cards went out of print, raising their prices, then sell them. I asked Fungus if he was going to do that. He told me not to give up everything. So I decided to sell the doubles. I wasn't a fanatic with the cards, but the mere competition of them called to me.
I hadn't looked through them in a while. "(Ness....Verona Nightwing.....Steven Bruiseback.....Orlandu Bevelle.....)" I called in my head as I read the name and looked at the graphic.
"(5.....10....10....50....)" I counted. I remembered taking a glimpse at Wazowski's price guide of the cards a year ago in middle school. I recalled the numbers, which was hard. I couldn't remember things well. I had to look at notes before a test to remember them.
Anyhow, I was seeing how much I might get. Of course its hard to remember from being punched in the head from Sullivan.....
My fronds shot straight as I heard a creak outside my door. My tail twitched, causing me to throw the cards back in the box, and back under my bed.
The door opened, but I was too quick. Bellfree entered, seeing me with one of my other books in hand. Bellfree didn't mind my books, she seemed not to care. I could only give a hesitated half smile.
"That....school principle of yours called here...." she said. "(What does the old fart want now?)" I thought. "He said you caused some trouble at school..." she said. "But I...." I began, as always. "Let me make it clear!" she said, coming over to me. I felt a slight sting in my body as she did. "I'm not going to be cleaning up your trouble! If he mentions the word graffiti or drug, I'll bust your tail!" she yelled, grabbing my hurt arm, making me grit my teeth.
"Because I won't tolerate trouble makers like you!" she yelled, squeezing my arm. "Got it!?" she yelled. I was afraid, who wouldn't be. This thunder cloud nearly pierced my eye's. "Well!?". "Yes!" I yelped. She pushed me back, letting go of my arm, causing the back of my head to hit the wall. A sharp pain hit me, making me grab the back of my head with my top hands, and the front with my bottom set. She seemed satisfied, walking off and slamming the door closed. The ringing in my head went away. I pulled my hands back.
"Ow...." I said. Now, I want to make something clear. We do bleed blood, like humans, however, I (and Sean) feel it might make things seem a little "gory". So we'll call it Echo instead.
My own echo was on my finger tip. I looked at the exit, my eye's like daggers. "(One of these days.....I'll leave here....or....)" I started, that voice in my head that kept me going in the door vault, "(.......You will)".
And I meant it. I hated those two. All of them. I'm glad they get what's coming to them. I'm not sure actually how to proceed with this POV. I can't sit down, as best I can actually, and write a year-full of chapters. I was thinking of just doing day 2 and see where that leads me.
Anyway, next chapter will tell you guys what happens later on. The next chapter is....a preview for a really important event that happens to me. I'll tell you the date on it. I will post....well....Sean will post it on March 17.....
Which reminds me, anyone reviewing? It helps encourage the both of us. Sean's 10 and my 12 don't run on fuel you know ^^__^^. See you next.....next chapter!
