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Ooooh, boy. Bugs aren't very nice. Especially when they zap you.
So here I am, sitting in a corner, all burnt and zapped-to-death while Dante jumps on and off of Sparky theCentipede here.
How did I get zapped, you ask? Weeell, it's a nice little story, pal. But to sum it up, I jumped on Sparky. And I got zapped. And I jumped onSparky again. And again, and again..
"Hey, kid! Didja see that!" Dante was having the time of his life, as always. Jumping from ledge to ledge and then back onto Sparky. I wish I could do that.. when I tried doing something like that in field day, I crossed ankles and tripped and landed in the water balloons.
"Yeah, yeah, you have your fun!" I growled, waving him off. He's a likable guy.. why does he have to be a likable guy? And have a likable coat, huh!
Then I heard the sound ofrock crumbling.. and a crash, which made me look up. He musta killed the centipede! It's poptart party time!
Unfortunately, one of the ledges had been a total flake and had crumbled under Dante once he landed on it, crashing him to the floor. That wasn't like him at all..! Or the ledge! Fired!
"Chief!" I gasped, getting up despite my aching and shaky legs and running down the stairs, over to his limp body. "Chief.." I whispered, pushing a few rocks off of him. "Wake up! Wake up! C'mon!"
Dante, who I thought was dead (I began bawling! ME! Crying like a little baby! How humiliating!) opened an eye and grinned at me. Of course, my eyes were too clogged with salt water to pay attention to his mischevious face, or that the centipede was already dead because it apparently crashed into the uneven jag of rocks Dante fell off of and its body just gave up.
"Hey, kid, don't cry. You don't cry!" My eyes snapped open and I stared at him in disbelief. Wait.. huh, we bond too much, don't we? Too many sentimental moments..
"Chief?" I whimpered. "T-tuff g-guy?" Sniff. I hate it when crying makes you stammer.. why is that, anyway?"
He sat up, hands on his knees, and stared straight at me. "..Yeah, you're a real girl all right, kid. You may not act like it sometimes, but only girls cry like that!"
"Quit it.." I wiped the remaining tears away and managed a smile. I gotta admit, it was relieving to see he was alive. He was just fine, actually! Stupid Dante and his tricks...
"Do you want a hug?" He teased, poking my nose. I slowly nodded. "A-alright.."
"Well, you'll have to wait!" He laughed and stood up, pulling me up as he did so. What! What kind of sick joke was that! I was crying and feeling all lonely and stuff, and I don't even get a hug! Not even a pat on the back? Fine!
"I'm not waiting!" I shouted, stepping forward and hugging him as tight as I could. He smelled like.. cinnamon and ashtrays and rain. I wonder what cologne he uses? Whatever it is, it could bring the whole USA to their knees..
He blinked and hugged back. "You really were afraid?"
"You bet I was! If you died, how would I get out of this game? Where would I go? What would I do?" I kept shouting.. Heehee. I like shouting.
"Game? ..Heh. You worry enough to become my mom." He smirked and let go, muttering something else as we were surrounded by Blood-Goyles.
"WHAT! I DON'T WORRY THAT MUCH!" I growled, pulling out my gun. "I'll show you who's a mom!"
-End You Can Do it! I Think!-