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Chilvary Is Dead!

Chapter Three

Ok, so it's like, if you kidnapped Michelle, and then I un-kidnapped her under the pretenses that I was kidnapping her, would I be rescuing Michelle or re-kidnapping her?

Me, discussing the chapter with Jule

Alas, from where our story has left off Molly is…still being held captive by Jack Spicer. I wish I had bought some stock because stupidity is at an all time high.

Molly: Ok! That's it! All you've done is dissed me this ENITRE story! It's getting OLD!

Narrator: Oh, and your constant wining ISN'T?

Molly: YOU ASKED FOR IT! (Begins beating Narrator). Who is behind the the paper bag…OH MY GOD…IT'S…

Narrator: Start the story! START THE STORY!

Jack's Evil Lair, 9:47 p.m.

Molly

I'm glad Jack considers soon two painfully boring hours and thee rounds ofthe song99 bottles of beer LATER, and counting. Really, I am. It's given me a chance to do more of absolutely nothing, except dread a kiss that will end my miserable hormone-driven life. At least I have a Cosmo. Oh, wait. The Cosmo is a waste of time since there are no articles on Escaping Evil Lairs or Avoiding Cold Sore Kisses.

God! Stupid Cosmo. Stupid Hormones. Stupid Madonna song stuck in the back of my head because thinking of Jack makes me think of her. (You're better off if you don't ask why.)

Sigh. I need a drink. Actually I need several things: deoderant, Brandon Routh's soul, ten billion dollars. A life. Important stuff like that. But as of right now I need a drink. Or, a knight in shining armor who is Brandon Routh with ten billion dollars and a drink. Did you hear that great spirits--Bhudda, Zues, whoever--could you show a little mercy to good old Molly?

No sooner had I wished it than the air literally ripped over, and there in front of me stood a boy.

Waggling his eyebrows he said, "I heard a princess needed help?"

My jaw dropped open. Uhm hello? Great spirits? Were you NOT listening? Do you need a hearing aide or something?Correct me if I'm wrong but thinkI said Brandon Routh! Brandon Routh! Does that look like Brandon Routh? No, I don't think so! It looks like a pretty boy in tights to me! Only Brandon could pull of tights not…

"Excuse me," I asked, "what's your name?"

"Raimundo," he said seductively.

Right. Not Raimundo.

Xiaolin Temple, 9:49 p.m.

Kimiko and Clay

Kimiko was fuming.

"I can't believe Rai!" She fumed fumingly. "Who does he think he IS? Average! Me—average! That stupid little… I'll show him average!"

As it happened Clay was walking around the corner just in time to see Kimiko torch twenty Jack dummies at once.

"You ok Kimiko?" He asked.

Wrong question. "Of course I'm fine CLAY! Why wouldn't I be fine? See this? This is me! And this is me being FINE!" With that Kimiko shot the Star of Hanabai (sp?) at the wall, burning a large hole right through.

"See?" Kimiko panted. "Perfectly…fine."

Clay stood frozen knowing the wrong words could possibly result in the destruction of humanity, as they knew it. Or worse...his hat!Luckily Kimiko sat on the ground and put her head on her hands.

"Well," she admitted. "I guess I am a little upset."

The cowboy sat next to her. "Rai's just bein' Rai," he said sounding knowledgably, when in fact the sentence was quite redundant. "He'll come around."

"I guess so," Kimiko sighed. Then she asked, "Are you upset, too?"

"About what?" Clay asked.

"About, you know, Rai calling you too old fashioned." She sounded concerned, but really Kimiko just wanted someone else to be mad at Rai with her, so she'd have someone to talk about the Brazilian with.

Clay shrugged. "He's right. I'm a bit too country for them city girls."

"Oh," she said, disappointed. Why thought? It's not like she was jealous—or was she? Did she want to talk about Rai because she hated him—or because hefascinated her? Kimiko sighed.

It was all too confusing.

Jack's Lair, 9:51

Raimundo

"For the last time," the girl argued, "it's not going to open by you kicking the door."

Raimundo stepped back, panting. That door was tough. WAY tough. He'd have to find another way to get her out…but how? Aha! Reaching into his pocket he took out the Needle of Tal: a crafty little thing that could pick any lock. The reason he hadn't used it before was because he wanted to impress the girl with his mad skills.

Not that it mattered. "I don't go out with pretty boys," she informed him moments after his arrival, "so even if you save me, don't expect some magical fairytale kiss."

"We'll see about that Ms…?"

"Molly," she replied dryly. "And don't call me Ms." (Again: Raimundo already knew her name, but decided to pretend not to, so he could use his alluring bow and hand gesture.)

Cracking his knuckles Raimundo took out the Needle. "Needle of Tal!" He shouted, but just as he did so, a large shadow loomed over him. The girl's eyebrow's raised as she looked up.

"What…is it?" He asked.

"See for yourself," Molly said. Raimundo turned. His screams of terror barely left before he was struck down unconscious.

Jack's Lair, 9:53

Molly

"Ok. I'm no regular to the damsel in distress thing but isn't the knight suppose to save the princess, not get locked in the cage with her?"

"Stow it," Pretty Boy grumbled.

Uh-oh. It seems Rai has failed in the saving of Molly! How will they get out of this one? What was the thing that attacked him? And is Kimiko jealous?

Kimiko: I AM NOT JEALOUS!

Riiiight….

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