Okay everybody enjoy the next chapter. The last part of the chapter is kind of 'iffy' if you know what I mean. It get's violent. So I'll mark where that starts. It's kind of not important to the plot line but I had a really bad day when I wrote it so you know how that happens. I almost got hit by a car yesterday too, so not my fault...but I digress. Have a good day everyone!
Chapter Twenty-two
Rescue Me
The pleasant sound of birds chirping in the air was the only sound at Camp Glingal at eight in the morning. Since the two Dark Lords, Gwen, and Thuringwethil had left there was no early morning wake up call of a smelly Dark Lord running in the hallway chasing after someone. Kisha's alarm clock beeped about twenty times before she finally decided to get up. She walked over to her window and looked out over the Great Lawn and across to the camper dorms. The peaceful morning felt wonderful and she gave a fulfilling sigh followed by a light hearted smile. It was now Tuesday morning on the third week of camp. Even though not much had been accomplished for the campers, and also that the play had been sacked due to there never being a chance to rehearse, the time spent already felt great. She changed into a pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt that read 'Where's the monkey?' on the front and the back said 'He's down at the pond playing hockey with the kids!' She put on a pair of sandals and headed out of her room and down the hall. She could hear the snoring of staff members who had not yet decided to get up. She left Lammoth, which at the moment was being nicknamed Gondolin, and went to the kitchen to get a muffin. The next food shipment would arrive later today and Kisha was excited that it was still going to come. Taking her muffin, she headed out to the beach and sat on one of the wooden swings. She put her feet up and let the wind move the swing. She took a bite of her muffin.
Now this is the life. She thought as she looked over the beautiful lake.
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On another slice of heaven, Gwen's fingers gripped the wheel in frustration.
"For the last time, you can't punch me if you see a British Columbia plate!" Gwen shouted in frustration. She was now staring to regret teaching them the licence plate game. The three were driving her nuts with their constant bickering and so she told them all about the licence plate game. They seemed, or pretended, not to realise that they couldn't punch Gwen if they saw a British Columbia plate. It took until exit nineteen for Gwen to realise that they had all ganged up on her.
"Alright stop punching me! New rule! The driver is off limits! You cannot punch the driver!"
Morgoth crossed his arms in front of his chest and huffed.
"Well you just took the fun right out of that game," he said.
"Good."
From the backseat Sauron stifled a fake sob.
"Please stop fighting, it makes me sad," he said.
"Shut up!" Morgoth yelled.
Without turning her head Gwen asked Morgoth for the flyswatter that was under his seat. Without protest, but with confusion, he handed it over to her and she used it to smack Sauron on the leg a couple times before returning it to the front of the car.
"Now shut up or else I'll stop this car and make you walk back!"
"You wouldn't do that to me would you mommy?" Sauron asked.
Gwen rolled her eyes.
"I am not your mommy! If you call me that again I'll stop this car and stick you in the trunk!" Gwen shouted.
Sauron smiled.
"Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy!"
Gwen stopped the car to a screeching halt. She got out of the driver seat and popped the trunk. She told Morgoth to get out of the car and help her stick Sauron in the trunk. The two made their way over to the back passenger seat and Gwen opened the door.
"Get out!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, I err, thought you were kidding about that," he said.
"I don't kid. Morgoth grab an arm. He's going in the trunk for a good one hundred miles or so," Gwen said.
Morgoth smiled wickedly and grabbed an arm. Gwen grabbed the other and the two threw him in the trunk. Gwen slammed the trunk shut and got back in the car.
"There," she said. "Peace and quiet."
Thuringwethil stretched out in the back seat.
"I could get used to this," she said.
But the peace didn't last long. Sauron began pounding and shouting.
"Let me out of this!" he screamed.
"No! Think of it as payback for all the times you've shoved innocent people in dank holes!"
Gwen sighed. This is going to be a very long trip. This prank better be worth it.
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Claire walked down the hallway and entered the third floor living room. Her brother Kash and his friend Dennis were already watching Tuesday morning cartoons.
"Come on! Throw the pokie ball!" shouted Kash.
"He's not going to throw it," Dennis said.
"Come on!"
Claire made her way over to them.
"What are you watching?" she asked taking a seat on the couch.
They paid no attention to her and continued shouting at the TV. Then a few other boys sat on the couches and floor and watched the show.
"I got fifty bucks that Team Rocket will succeed this time," Chris McGovern said laying down the cash.
"I'll take that bet," Dennis replied pulling out a fifty and placing it on the coffee table.
"Twenty on Ash getting another pokemon," Jake Chambers said.
"I'll take that bet too," Dennis said placing a twenty on the table.
"Fifteen on a character death!" Roland Deschain exclaimed.
"I'm in," Kash said pulling out a ten and a five.
Claire looked on horrified.
"You're betting on Pokemon?" she demanded.
"There's nothing else to bet on," Dennis said.
"Yeah Claire, do you want us to bet on Stevie Dryhand and his art show? I got twenty that next colour he'll use is blue!" Kash exclaimed.
"I'll take it!" someone yelled.
"I was only kidding!"
"Thirty-five that Misty actually does something useful for once," Bobby Brown added.
"I'll take that bet!" Dennis said pulling out thirty-five and placing it on the coffee table.
"How much money did you bring with you?" Claire asked.
Dennis shrugged and pulled out the remainder of his cash.
"I don't know. I stole it from my sister the day before I left."
"She's going to be ticked if you lose it all," Claire warned.
Dennis shrugged again.
"Doesn't bother me any. Twenty on Ash loosing a badge battle!"
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Kisha finished her muffin and headed back to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Inside the kitchen sat Aragorn, Arathorn II, and Gilrean enjoying scrambled egg breakfast.
"Good morning Kisha. You've met my mother and father right?" Aragorn asked.
Kisha nodded as she poured a cup.
"Yeah, you guys haven't had a chance to catch up have you?"
Aragorn shook his head.
"Nope, but now there is plenty of catch up time," Aragorn said.
"Kisha, what are we doing today?" Gilrean asked.
She shrugged.
"I say relax and enjoy the day. Since the two idiot Dark Lord's aren't here there's really not a chance of something drastic happening," Kisha replied.
Aragorn nodded.
"Very true. I wonder how Gwen's doing," Aragorn mused.
"I'm pretty sure she locked somebody in the trunk already," Kisha replied.
"Or abandoned one of them on the side of the road," added Gilrean.
Kisha pulled out her cell phone.
"There's only one way to find out," she said dialling Gwen's number.
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Gwen's pocket began to vibrate and so she pulled over and answered the phone.
"Hello? Hi Kisha! Well Sauron's in the trunk but that's about it. Morgoth and Thuringwethil are not bothering me; they'd be put in the trunk if they did. Yes we stopped off at the Stop N' Go and filled up. We're five hours from Walisack. Okay have a good day, bye!"
She hung up and put the phone back in her pocket.
"This drive is really boring," Morgoth said as Gwen pulled out on the road again.
"Let me out!" screamed Sauron from the trunk.
"Can we stop somewhere and get out for a second?" Thuringwethil asked.
Gwen rolled her eyes and saw a sign for a rest stop five miles ahead.
"Okay, we'll stop off at this rest stop. It's going to be a few minutes okay?"
Morgoth and Thuringwethil nodded.
"Will you let me out then?" Sauron yelled.
"Only if you promise to behave!" she yelled back.
"I promise!"
"Okay then."
Nobody talked on the drive to the rest stop which Gwen didn't mind at all. She saw the sign for the stop and pulled off the highway. The rest stop road winded partway into the woods and Gwen thought that this couldn't be a rest stop. A half mile later they came upon a building that advertised vending machines and bathrooms.
"Oh thank Morgoth, I really gotta pee," Thuringwethil exclaimed when Gwen stopped the car. She jumped out and ran to the bathroom. Gwen laughed and popped the trunk when she saw that there were no other cars in the parking lot. She didn't want someone to call the cops on her and arrest her for 'trunking' as it was called. Sauron jumped out.
"Man, I didn't think you were serious about that."
Gwen nodded.
"Of course I was serious. Now I want both of you to go to the toilet because I don't want to have to stop again okay?"
"But I don't have to go," Sauron said.
"Go or else you'll ride in the trunk from here to Walisack!"
Sauron threw up his hands.
"Fine! Fine I'll go. I can't believe I'm taking orders from a human female…" he mumbled as he wandered over to the bathrooms.
Gwen rolled her eyes and walked to the water fountain to get a drink of water. Morgoth and Sauron had gone to the bathroom and Thuringwethil was still in the women's side. She bent over to get a drink when she felt a very cold piece of metal rest against her neck. She thought it was just Sauron messing with her.
"Damnit Sauron, you're riding in the trunk again," she said.
"Shut up and give me your money lady," a cold voice replied.
She froze. That was not his voice or any voice she knew.
"Damnit lady I said give me your money."
"I don't have any," Gwen replied.
The man kicked her in the back of the knee she stumbled against the water fountain.
"I said give me your money!" he shouted.
"And I said I don't have any!" she shouted hoping that they would hear her.
"Maybe one of your companions does eh?" he said.
He picked her up by the neck and stood by Gwen's car with the gun to her neck. A few minutes later Morgoth and Sauron emerged from the bathroom.
"Give me your money or the girl gets it!" the man shouted.
They had not been paying attention, as they had been deep in conversation about what sort of weapon was the best for a slow and painful death, and both looked started when they saw a man with a gun to Gwen's neck.
"I said give me your money!"
"Listen, you put down that gun right now or you'll enter into a new world of hurt," Morgoth said menacingly. This was the second time he was going to have to save Gwen's life. If he was back in Middle-earth this sort of situation would never transpire and yet here it played out in the parking lot of a deserted rest stop.
"I'm the one with the gun here pal. I'll make the orders."
Sauron glanced over at Morgoth and could see a very evil and very painful plan forming in his mind. He smiled.
"Hey buddy, I'd let go of her if I were you. You don't want to make this guy angry."
The man pointed the gun at Sauron.
"Shut up or I'll kill you!"
Sauron laughed.
"Now that I'd like to see."
The man's hand trembled as he pointed the gun back at Gwen's neck. Thuringwethil emerged from the women's bathroom and this was the distraction Morgoth had planned on. While the man turned to see who it was, Morgoth rushed the man and knocked him to the ground. The gun flew in one direction and the man in the other. Gwen hit the pavement but quickly scrambled away and ran from the scene. She waited next to the bathroom doors.
Morgoth and Sauron advanced at the man who now lay on the pavement trembling with fear.
"You should have never tried that mister. Now you're going to feel the wrath of two very pissed of Dark Lords."
Sauron looked over at Morgoth.
"So what should we do to him? Give him the old run-around?"
Morgoth nodded.
"Yes, I was thinking the same thing."
"Who are you freaks?" the man asked.
This part contains 'graphic violence' reader discretion is advised.
Morgoth stepped on his arm and it snapped. The man screamed in pain.
"Well at the moment we're your worst nightmare," Sauron replied breaking his other arm.
"Ten minutes ago we were discussing what weapon would cause the most painful death. We never really came to a conclusion but I'm guessing we could do that right now."
The man looked at him in complete horror.
"We could but we don't have any weapons with us," Sauron said seeming deeply saddened.
The man breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yes but we don't need weapons to kill someone. I'm thinking we should start with the fingers. What do you think?" Morgoth asked.
Sauron nodded.
"Good idea."
Morgoth kicked the man in the chest and then the two bent down and began tearing the man's fingernails off. The man continued to scream in pain and Morgoth ripped a part of his shirt and shoved it in his mouth.
"This will teach you to stick a gun to someone's head," Morgoth said as he ripped another nail off.
Gwen looked on in complete horror and Thuringwethil laughed.
"Oh it looks like they're doing the routine torture technique. Normally after each fingernail pulled off they'd demand information but it appears as if they're just going to kill the man," Thuringwethil said.
They heard another scream. Morgoth began breaking his fingers. Gwen couldn't watch and she went into the bathroom.
"I'll let you know when they're done," Thuringwethil said before she left.
"Thanks."
The two finished breaking his fingers and they started breaking his arms. Morgoth then began kicking him and Sauron punched him a few times. Morgoth then found a few sticks. He handed one to Sauron.
"Shall we?" he said with a wicked smile. But he stopped Sauron before he shoved the stick in his eye.
"I want to be the last thing you see before we blind you, you bastard. You tried to rob the wrong group of people."
The last thing the man saw before Morgoth and Sauron jabbed the sticks in his eyes was the evilest smile and the coldest eyes he had ever seen in his life. Before the sticks took away his vision he wondered briefly how such a fair face could hold such evil but the thought quickly left when his vision left and he screamed in pain. Morgoth let out a chilling laugh.
"Come on Sauron, we better finish him so we can continue to Walisack. Have fun in hell!" Morgoth exclaimed.
"Yeah, and I'll save a place for you arsehole," the man said between gasps.
Morgoth let out another rich, chilling laugh.
"Oh don't worry buddy. I have my own place. It's called The Void and it's pretty nice during the summer. Okay Sauron how do you want to do this? I'm thinking that cutting out the entrails would be fun," Morgoth suggested.
Sauron nodded.
"Yes, but with what?"
"Sticks of course!" Morgoth said handing Sauron a stick. Sauron sharpened it with his nails and the two dug in. The man screamed in pain and Morgoth wished that he had not already blinded him. He wanted to show the man his own small intestine. But instead he shoved it in the man's mouth.
"In case you're wondering, that's your small intestine," Sauron said.
The man then died choking on his own entrails. Morgoth and Sauron then picked the man up and tossed him into the woods. They went into the bathroom and washed off their hands. Thuringwethil went into the women's side to fetch Gwen. Gwen looked visibly shaken but Thuringwethil told her it was alright and that it was over. They went to the car and saw that Morgoth and Sauron were already in. The two appeared to be smiling and in a very good mood. Gwen got in the car and started it up. Morgoth noticed that she looked pale and sick to her stomach.
"Are you alright Gwen?" he asked.
She nodded as she pulled out of the parking lot.
He's a Dark Lord. That's why he did it. The thrill of the kill. Gwen thought as she pulled back onto the highway.