DM666: Heh yall! Here's Chapter Two of and this one was all written by Cybrgrckstr.
CyRS: Yo folks! Thankies for the reviews for yester-chapter! Love y'all! And don't give me all the credit, DM m'boy, you wrote the basic dialogue and basic action (AKA, the story part)! Enjoy this chappie, all!
DISCLAIMER: The following is an unpaid-for-program. All is original content except for the characters rightfully owned by Aoki Takao-san, excluding the policemen people. No money is being made, sadly—though you're welcome to pay the creators of this program in wholesome reviews.
Chapter Two:
Welcome back to the cheery setting, people! Though I'm sorry to say the cheeriness has been interrupted…. If you recall last chapter (I'm sorry, this part does require thinking.) then you will recognize the fact that the police peeps just barged in and interrupted the torture-fest. Dun…dun…DUN!
So carrying on with the decreasingly-cheery story:
One policeman, with short lime-green hair and scary bright-orange bloodshot eyes (whom, from this point onward, will be known as POLICEMAN1) yanked out his taser-shocky-gun and cried, "Alright, you all have no rights whatsoever! Except those that include silence, lying, and calling a public attorney!"
Peeved that his self-pain-infliction was on a temporary hiatus, our little sadist friend Bry-Bry-chan balled his fists and growled, "Go away, jackass, you have the wrong house."
Ian nearly fainted at the sound of the curse word, but we'll overlook this fact and move on:
The second policeman, with waist-length unkempt purple locks and shiny yellow eyes like headlights (whom, from now on, will be known as POLICEMAN2), cocked his head to the side, confused. "We do?"
After Bryan's nod of agreement, Policeman2 turned to his partner, hands-on-hips. "See? I told you that suspicious pink house was the one we were supposed to go to! Pink and happy all over…. That must violate some law or another!"
Policeman1 coughed and kicked his toes against the stone floor. Then, gesturing toward Boris and the D Boys: "Oh well…. Because there is also suspicious activity in this house—you are all being moved away. Boris, you go to the loony bin, of course, and you four go to a nice family in Kansas, USA, who'll try to repair all the damage he's caused you."—Policeman1 gazed at all the torturing equipment and arched his dark green eyebrows. "ALL the damage."
Without further pointless yammering, the police-dudes handcuffed the teenagers and their crazy mentor.
"Why do we need handcuffs?" inquired Bryan, looking at the metal restraints with childlike curiosity, something that also almost made Ian faint considering this was Bryan.
"Resisting arrest!" screamed Policeman1, tasering Bryan.
"AGGGGGGGGGGGGG! That HURT! Give me more!" yelled the deranged lavender-head, muscles having spasms from the shock. Policeman1…complied. "AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"
The police officers led Boris and his handcuffed crew outside. Well, they sort of had to drag the muscle-twitching, grinning maniacally Bry-Bry-chan….
With a look of utmost melancholy (be this because he was drunk or because he was high) Boris wiped an imaginary tear from his eye and sniffled, "Well, boys—I guess this is good-bye…."
Outraged, Policeman1, orange eyes demonic, screamed: "Silence!"…and proceeded to taser Boris, naturally.
"AGGGGGGGGGGGG!" Boris cried, sizzling.
"You have and will use the right to remain silent!"
Together, Boris and Bryan chorused, "I thought we had no rights," in matter-of-fact tones.
Well, we all know what's coming next:
"SILENCE!"
followed by the
dzzzzzzzzzt dzzzzzzzzzt
of the taser
followed by the
"AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"s of Bryan and Boris, one sounding mildly happy, the other sounding supremely angered. Take a wild guess which is which.
Policeman2, wild purple hair swinging in the wind (and slapping Tala in the face), shoved Boris into the back of a black-white police van with fancy blue-red lights on the top. Boris, discounting his hopes that the sirens would sound, stood peering through the bars on the window-holes and waved to the Boys with his handcuffed hands—until, that is, Policeman2 tasered him with his taser-shocky-gun.
Policeman2 locked the van doors and leaped gracefully into the driver's seat, driving off down the gravelly road, leaving the Demolition Boys and Policeman1 to fend for themselves, Boris complaining that the sirens weren't, uh, sirening.
As a distressed Tala watched a dead leaf fall from a black tree nearby (thinking that that leaf was a symbol of his future), Bryan murmured, "Well, there goes one old fart."
And sirens wailed in the distance.
(Followed by a loud curse in a tone similar to an angry four-year-old girl's—though it was actually from Policeman2.)
End…
DM666: hope you liked. Hope Cybrgrckstr fixed the story and set the speech back to normal. Sorry it was short but three will be longer.
CyRS: Peace and remember to review! If you do, I'll give you contracts to aid me in my porcupine world domination quest:) BTW, go to my profile and read "Christmas Stories"! I swear, it's totally awesome and will be throughout its life-span. Have a great day!
