Ok guys long long time no see! Sorry it's been so long I'm a really lazy person, I need to stop being that way……. Really……. I deserve a flogging……well maybe not anyway I'm really very sorry
Samwise: That's almost exactly what you said last time if you follow me miss
LC: shut up….
Anyway on with the story…..
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Charlie and his two other companions slowly climbed the rope ladder leading to the Inn, where hopefully Locke would be waiting for them. Once they arrived at the top of the tree inn the French woman asked them kindly to leave all their weapons there as she held her shotgun to Charlie's head.
Charlie pulled out his Bucky the Beaver teeth knife, made from real beaver teeth and coated with a pine fresh sent, and he proceeded to put them on a cubbyhole next to the entrance door.
Scott reached into his bag and pulled out a mace, a katana, a zambatou, ninja knifes, ninja stars, daggers, more knifes, ect. All together he used up 51 cubbyholes.
Steve on the other hand only pulled out of his bag a Sakabatou, also known as a reverse blade sword, and placed it in the cubbyhole next to Charlie's.
The French woman glared at them strangely for a moment and sniffed them for another moment.
"You can go in now," she said suspiciously as she lead them through the door into a large, wooden room with about 25.33333 chairs and tables and a bar in the front of the room.
"Wow!" Scott and Steve said simultaneously, as they rushed up to the bar like a dog runs up to a skinned cow, and called for the barkeep.
"Coming, coming!" the French woman called after them as she got behind the bar.
"You're the barkeep too?" questioned Steve as he sat down on the dusty stool.
"Well unless you haven't noticed there isn't a thriving community of possible employees walking about," she replied kindly.
"So you work this place all by yourself?" asked Scott.
"Mostly," she went, " the only one who helps me is my man servant Wyndall, but he's quiet lazy he is," she gestured to the skeleton in the corner with a beer glass in his hand and a spider making a web in the shape of Elvis where his eye used to be.
The three shudder at this, but then Charlie remembered why they were there.
"Tell me French woman," Charlie said, "where is Locke? We were to meet him here."
"Who?" She said with a look that would have curdled day old milk.
"Locke," Charlie repeated.
"Oh him, he is right back here follow me," said she as she lead them to the back of the bar where there was a rotting door.
"He's there," she said.
"What? Behind the door?" Said Steve.
"No, no, no, no, there," the French woman said pointing to a large lock on the door.
Scott stared at it like a small child stars at a clown ignited in flames at an accidental circus performance.
"GAAAAAAAHHH!" he screamed, "Locke's been turned into a LOCK!"
Scott went on with his screaming for about an hour, for no one could stop him, and once he stopped his face was the color of the curtains in my house and then he fell over onto the floor unconscious.
"Well now that, that is over," Charlie sighed, "that's not Locke."
"Yes it is." She said calmly crossing her arms.
"No, it's not," said Steve
"Yes it-" but she was cut off before she could finish the easily predicted sentence.
"We're looking for Locke, L-O-C-K-E," Charlie spelled out for her.
"Oh you mean Lockey!" she said as her face lit up.
"No, no the e is silent," clarified Charlie.
"Well that's stupid," she said knitting her brows and crossing her arms again.
"Anyway, is he here?" Steve said as he stepped on top of the unconscious Scoot so he could seem tall and menacing, though this did not work on the French woman, who was still taller due to the fact that she had high tops on.
"No, I haven't seen him for about six months," she said stroking her chin, " but he did leave this letter for you I believe," said she as she pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket.
"We haven't even been here six months," Charlie mumbled under his breath.
"Whatever," the French woman said as she shoved it into his hand.
Charlie and Steve both began to read it, this is what it said:
Dear Charie,
This is Locke. Anyway, I'm sorry I couldn't meet you there, I had some unfinished business to do elsewhere. Please proceed to Riverdale.
Good luck and good-bye!
I'll see you there when you arrive!
-J. Locke
Charlie was about to say something mean about Locke to Steve when he felt a presence behind him. He slowly turned around and saw behind him was a tall hooded man.
Charlie and Steve both let out gasps of horror, as they quickly backed away from the hooded figure.
"Halt," he said pointing at the two, " I am to lead you on this quest to Riverdale!"
"Oh yeah! Says who?" Steve shouted at him.
"Read the back of the letter," the hooded man replied calmly.
Charlie quickly turned over to the back of the letter and read it.
PS. The creepy hooded man behind you is to lead you to Riverdale.
Charlie and Steve both dumbfounded by Locke's foresight stated at the hooded man suspiciously.
"Just who are you?" Said Steve eyeing the man.
The man pulled off his hood to reveal a familiar face.
"Jack!" Charlie exclaimed hugging the doctor.
"Yeah, we got to go now if we want to make it to Riverdale by tomorrow," Jack said, using a crowbar to peel off the British man.
"Okay! Let us be off!" Charlie yelled, eager to proceed now that someone sensible had joined the quest.
But before they could go they had to get Scott up so with a little help from Jack's crowbar they calmly explained to him what had happened and that they now had to go.
So after they said their good-byes to the French woman and her deceased manservant, they picked up their weapons and followed Jack out into the jungle unknowing of the dangers about to befall them.
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So what did yall think of that?
Hope you liked it I'll try to update sooner next time. Oh for you Rurouni Kenshin fans out there I hope you liked the part where they take out their weapons…
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