'The Wizard of LGM'
By GirlX
Chapter Five
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"Huh? Wuzza?"
"Ah, sleeping beauty awakes." A sinister voice said.
"I'm dead. I'm dead and I'm in hell." Langly moaned and opened his eyes.
"No you're not dead, but you'll wish you were." Fletcher grinned sharkishly at him.
"Where's everyone else?' Langly asked groggily. He could make out stone walls surround them.
"That's none of your concern." Fletcher replied coldly.
"The hell it isn't!" Langly tried to jump up, but found himself shackled to the wall by his wrists.
"I believe you'll find escape quite impossible."
"Shut-up." Langly muttered.
"Here." Fletcher pulled a remote device from inside his cheap suit. "This'll cheer you up."
A big screen TV with surround-sound lit up.
"NO! ANY THING BUT THAT!" Langly shrieked.
"Enjoy." Fletcher smirked and vanished in a puff of smoke.
'I love you, you love me, we're a happy-' The TV glowed with the image of the sinister purple fiend.
"NOOOOO!" Langly wailed.
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(Another room)
'Why isn't GirlX stopping this?' Byers wondered desperately.
"Turn that off!" He said aloud.
"What's the matter, Tin man?" Fletcher grinned. "Don't you like Rap music?"
"If that's what you call rhythmic swearing." Byers glared at him.
"That's too bad, because it's gonna be the last thing you'll ever hear."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I can." Fletcher vanished.
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(Yet another room)
"I swear to God Fletcher, I'll kick your ass yet."
"Whoa, calm down little man." Fletcher held up his hands. "I just want to talk."
Frohike glared at the Witch. "Get the hell away from me."
"No." Fletcher smirked.
"What do you want?" Frohike demanded. "You've already got us locked up."
"Yeah, you three were what I was after." Fletcher rolled his eyes. "Frohike, you think to much of yourself."
"Your not really after those damn shoes are you?"
"As a matter of fact, I am. They contain a powerful magic."
"Cut the crap."
"Fine. There's a computer chip hidden in the sole of one. I need it."
"Figures." Frohike muttered. "So why the hell don't you take it and let us go?"
"Now that I've got you in my domain, I plan to have a little fun." Fletcher smirked. "Do you like the Backstreet boys?"
"Shut the hell up."
"Fine. I'll just leave you some parting music." He vanished in a puff of smoke.
'All you people, can't you see, can't you see, how you are affecting our reality...'
"Damn!" Frohike cursed loudly.
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(Last room)
'Put me down or I'll claw your eyes out!' Yves hissed.
"Aww, lookit, the pussycat's upset."
'Shut-up.'
"Fletcher, if you hurt her..." Jimmy struggled against his chains.
"Give it a break, Moose." Fletcher dropped Yves into a glass pet-carrier. "There's no way your breaking those things."
"What do you want?"
"I want those dashing little red numbers you've got on." Fletcher pointed to Jimmy's feet.
"No way. Scully said not to give them to you."
"Then I'll just devise some new punishments for your friends. You want to see how they're doing?"
'Don't listen to him!' Yves said quickly. 'We all know he lies.'
"Can it, Whiskers." Fletcher snapped. "Just to show I'm not lying"
Fletcher pulled the magical remote from his jacket, and switched on a hidden TV. "Ah, my favorite show: Dungeons and Dummies."
Jimmy watched, horrified, as the Gunmen twisted and writhed against each private punishment.
"Stop it!" Jimmy yelled. "Leave them alone, I've got what you want!"
"I'll stop when you hand those shoes over."
"Fine, take them!" Jimmy moaned. "Just let the guys go."
"Smart move. For the first time in your life." Fletcher bent down to take the shoes, when a shower of red sparks flew at him. "AHHH!"
'Serves you right!' Yves said gleefully.
"Shut-up!" Fletcher scowled. "I forgot. Those shoes won't come off...as long as your alive."
Jimmy's eye's widened.
"But that's easily remedied." Fletcher pulled a gun from his jacket.
'No!' Yves shrieked and burst through her cage door. She leapt at Fletcher and dug her claws into his leg.
"Son of a Bitch!" Fletcher bellowed and dropped his gun.
Yves retracted her claws and slid the gun across the floor and down the steps, Fletcher hot on her heels. Thinking fast, she slid it into a crack in the stone wall, and slipped off into the dungeons.
"Damn it!" Fletcher moaned. "Guards! Find that cat!"
"Yessir." Two guards appeared out of nowhere, and left just as quickly.
Fletcher stomped back upstairs. "And as for you-" He pulled a syringe from his pocket. "This is just as effective as a gun, if a little slower."
"Get away from me!" Jimmy twisted in his chains.
"No can do." Fletcher stuck Jimmy in the arm and released the liquid in one fluid motion.
Jimmy moaned and slid down the wall. The strenght seemed to have fled from his legs.
"I'll check back in about half an hour. That should be more than enough time." Fletcher smirked and shut the chamber's door with a loud 'Click.'
Jimmy moaned again, suddenly feeling very weak.
'Only half an hour.' He thought dimly.
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(Dungeons)
'Damn.' Yves cursed. She knew she had to find the Gunmen soon. Fletcher would undoubtedly have a backup plan.
'Byers!' She called desperately. 'Frohike! Langly! Where are you?'
"Yves?" A vice suddenly called back.
'Byers? Where are you?'
"In a cell." Byers whispered. Yves followed the voice to a steel door.
'Hang on a moment, I'll pick the lock.' She clawed her way up the stone wall, and stuck her claw into the keyhole.
Thank God." Byers muttered as the door swung open.
'Are you okay?'
"A few more verses of 'The Real Slim Shady' and I'd be dead." He replied dryly.
'Well, you'd better recover fast. Jimmy needs help.' Yves picked the lock on the shackles.
"We have to find Frohike and Langly first." Byers said, rubbing his wrists.
'Fine, but lets hurry!' Yves sounded desperate. 'If we don't Fletcher will kill him.'
Byers nodded and stood up. "They must be somewhere nearby."
'Langly! Frohike!' Yves called out again.
"Yves?" Two separate voices answered simultaneouslyin opposite directions.
"You go right, I'll go left." Byers said.
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(Upstairs)
Jimmy sank deeper into exhaustion. A black mist was crowding his vision.
'I hope Yves and the guys get out okay.' He thought.
Slowly, he glanced at his wristwatch. 'Fifteen minutes.'
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(Dungeons)
"Okay, lets go." Byers said as soon as he'd freed Langly.
"Where's Doo-Hike and Yves?"
'Right here.' Yves pawed his leg.
Langly jumped with a small shriek. "Don't DO that!"
"Will you shut up!" Frohike hissed. "There are guards all over the place."
'Lets go back upstairs!' Yves voice sounded close to a wail. 'Jimmy's in danger!'
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(Upstairs)
Paralysis was setting in. Jimmy found it difficult to move, even if he gathered what remained of his dwindling energy.
'Yves.' He thought desperately. 'I don't care what happens to me, as long as you and the guys are safe.'
Jimmy couldn't see his watch very well, because the black mist had gotten deeper, but he estimated that at least five more minutes had gone by.
"Jimmy!" Suddenly, a pounding on the door.
"Guys?" Jimmy wheezed in a weak voice.
'Hurry, please!' Yves sounded nearly frantic.
"I'm trying" Frohike muttered. "Okay, it's almost there..."
There was another loud CLICK and the door swung open. Jimmy could barely keep his eyes open to watch them stream in.
"Jimmy!" Byers dropped to his side.
"What happened?" Frohike asked.
"Fletcher." Jimmy struggled with the words, "Syring..."
'He's been poisoned!' Yves gasped.
"Do you know how much time do we have to get the antidote?" Langly pressed.
Jimmy shifted his eyes to his watch. "Ten minutes."
"Yves, stay here with Jimmy. We'll find Fletcher." Byers said.
She nodded and sat next to Jimmy.
The Gunmen gave there comrade one last look and hurried downstairs.
"Yves." Jimmy said softly.
'Yes, I'm here.' Yves sounded worried.
"Go. Get out now."
'I'm not going anywhere.' She said firmly.
"Go while you can." Jimmy insisted. The strain of talking was exhausting him, but he wasn't going to let Yves be caught.
'Jimmy, I'm not leaving you.' Yves said.
Jimmy sighed and closed his eyes. It shut out the black mist.
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End of Part 5