Traces
A numbuh two story by Vili-Koopa
Disclaimer: I can't own the KND, I'd have a price over my head.
((Last resort - Papa Roach)) The keys of the piano set the music. Not very appropriate for what was about to be sang, yet very appropriate for a 50's bar.
"Cut myself into pieces, This is my last resort..." Sang the voice.
Hoagie just sat there, with his detective hat; now his fulltime job, contemplating the kid from the bar with his chocolate sauce in hand. He couldn't believe how lousy this week had treated him. He'd never been so depressed in his sorry-butt life, not to count the chocolate was not making him any happier. It's not often and not good when a pilot gets his wings taken, if you know what I mean. He thought to himself.
"Suffocation, not breathing; Dun give a f-" The singer's got interrupted in his head by the bartender offering him another bottle of chocolate sauce. He knows me. Hoagie mused in his mind.
"Would it be wrong? would it be right? If - I - Took - my - Life - Tonight!" Hoagie just watched the boy sing away to Papa Roach. Hmmm... you're probably wondering why I'm no longer a pilot of the KND, and if so, why I remember. Well... For the first time in years; I've got all day.
((Eat your heart out)) My story begins like the most horrible and tragic ones do; with a girl, of course. I was patrolling the halls in my 'detective' getup, like I always did this day of the week. However right then I was 'retreating' to my office as soon as the hour Fanny Fulbright would be free from class. A walking, talking hazard; that girl. I wanted her as far away from me as possible today, I had a bad feeling: I don't like it when I have bad feelings, they feel bad. However today, it seems, the gods didn't like what I had for breakfast.
"Where have you BEEN?" She yelled at me. I replied with an impassive "What do you want?" I really didn't know weather to call her Fanny, Numbuh 86 or pest. So I just shut up. I needed a break of this, what does she need THIS time? A broom (to fly away maybe), a bag, more toilet paper, reports I wouldn't possibly have, stolen homework!
"I have a favor to ask, Mr. Gilligan" ... Brothers, confess, brace and prepare thyself... for the apocalypse. Did she call me 'Gilligan' what's with that? I didn't like her tone, it sounded nice, and my mom always told me that if there was something dangerous it was a 'nice' woman. 'Bah' I thought, she's a girl, how dangerous can it be? As it turns out, I SHOULD have suspected.
"Did you know that my brother went missing a few days ago?" She said, Oh please, this is NOT my job.
"Why don't you ask global command to locate him for you?" I asked her. I really didn't get this.
"Because I have an image to maintain of course. Do you see numbuh 86 loosing her cool for some BOY!" What I'd give to ask: 'what cool?' Man it feels bad to be out-ranked. "however in real life..." She came closer to me. That really creped me out so I raise my chin and my eyebrow defiantly. "I'd do anything for my brother, Mr. Gilligan..." She hovered inches from me and pressed closer.. If that was possible "Anything" She emphasized. Ever froze in shock before? I don't recommend it.
Irony plays a big part in my story today. Really, this is the only thing in my mind as I look for any clues leading to the disappearance of Shaunie (Fanny's Brother), from what little information Fanny gave me. Ironic because she used the word 'anything' to convince me. I chuckle at the thought.