Chapter three, done and done, hope y'all like it! Oh, and I would just like to say that all of your reviews blew me away, thanks a ton! I really appreciate it! Anyway, on with the story! P.S. Read the song lyrics and think about how they relate to JN. They're not directly relevant to the story, but I thought they were significant if you think about them in JN terms…try it!
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own, I know, tragic isn't it. But not all of us can be Keith Alcorn or Nickelodeon. No, I don't own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters or trademarks. I also don't own anything else trademarked or copyrighted!
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to all of my wonderful reviewers: superdork398, acosta perez jose ramiro, badwolf1, VBallRoc18, cybercassie, LipGlossRox, xJCManiak12x, snowboarder9, phantomphan1992, retroville9, and stardust104
CWS: CWS stands for Chapter wall of shame…our first entry is the unfortunate greg9570…you can check out his review, I didn't think it fit to put in a chapter…this person thinks that someone (Mr. Vortex) who is going to kill his wife and daughter isn't going to swear, I say, if normal sane people say the F-word, an insane murderer sure would…if greg9570 is reading this…fight fire with fire…he also thought the starter chapter to a horror should have depth, Starter Chapter man!
Sinking Ship
Crashed on the floor when I moved in
This little bungalow with some strange new friends
Stay up too late, and I'm too thin
We promise each other it's til the end
Now we're spinning empty bottles
It's the five of us
With pretty eyed boys girls die to trust
I can't resist the day
No, I can't resist the day
…
I'm so excited, I haven't spoken
And she's so pretty, and she's so sure
Maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her
Summer's all in bloom
Summer is ending soon
It's alright and it's nice not to be so alone
But I hold on to your secrets in white houses
Maybe I'm a little bit over my head
I come undone at the things he said
And he's so funny in his bright red shirt
We were all in love and we all got hurt
I sneak into his car's cracked leather seat
The smell of gasoline in the summer heat
Boy, we're going way too fast
It's all too sweet to last
It's alright
And I put myself in his hands
But I hold on to your secrets in white houses
Love, or something ignites in my veins
And I pray it never fades in white houses
My first time, hard to explain
Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain
On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think
He's my first mistake
Maybe you were all faster than me
We gave each other up so easily
These silly little wounds will never mend
I feel so far from where I've been
So I go, and I will not be back here again
I'm gone as the day is fading on white houses
I lie, put my injuries all in the dust
In my heart is the five of us
In white houses
And you, maybe you'll remember me
What I gave is yours to keep
In white houses
In white houses
In white houses
As I regained consciousness, my first thought was that I had fallen asleep in the lab and had fallen on the electro-shock dance teacher, every bone in my body was sore and I felt crispy, looking down I saw my shirt was smoking, my hair was slightly scorched and as I felt my face I felt bruises and a long cut.
"What happened?" Jimmy asked, staring up at the others, there was someone next to him as well, just out of his range of vision bending down over something in a way that obscured his face.
"Well, the table missed you thanks to me, but you got hit by a chair, full into the chest and flew smack into a wall, unfortunately the table had landed next to you and had caught fire from the explosion, but you should be fine, maybe just some tenderness." The mysterious figure explained, not looking up from whatever he was searching, it appeared to be a backpack of some sort.
"What happened to start the whole thing?" Jimmy asked, it was coming back to him, but only in bits and pieces.
"Ha." The figure said dryly, his voice bearing not a hint of humor, Jimmy knew he had heard that voice before, but where, he just couldn't put his finger on it. "An explosion, whoever killed that man set off an explosion, and he couldn't have picket a worse time, we kind of smashed into a huge jutting out of the sea. I'm not being precise, what we hit was the uppermost tip of an emerging seamount, not volcanic yet, it seems that the magma flow raised it before being diverted, maybe a massive plate shift." The figure explained. (A seamount is an underwater mountain, they slowly rise to become volcanoes over thousands of years, magma forcing the rock up and out.)
"Who are you?" Jimmy asked curiously, he wasn't going to waste time being polite when there was a killer on the loose.
"Don't you remember me Jimmy?" He asked, straightening up so his face could be seen, Jimmy stared at the familiar handsome features framed by curly light brown hair with brown eyes that sparkled with an intellect to match his own. James Christopher Rubin was just as much a genius as Jimmy, funny, rich, athletic and charming. He and Jimmy had had run ins over the past few years, including a while back when James had lived in Retroville and stolen Cindy from him.
James was an on again off again hero. He could prove selfless or he could be out to conquer reality. James was also an expert thief. He too had worked at BTSO and unlike Jimmy had spent hours honing his unarmed and armed combat skills and secret agent abilities. He could break in anywhere, take whatever he wanted and leave without anyone knowing he had been there. He sometimes carried a backpack that could hold limitless supplies and it always had his "tools" as well as inventions and hundreds of other things.
A few years back James had gone to medical school and was now a certified doctor and surgeon.
"Come on Jimmy. I want to help, I stopped being a criminal, honest, I have everything I want, what's the use of stealing anything when I can buy it?"
"You're the killer."
"Jimmy, if I was the killer, would I have saved your life?" He asked, their was no arguing with that.
"Alright, he's good to go, come on Jim, we've got to help the others, the explosion killed tons of them, we've got to rescue those we can and devise a plan to beat the murder, and lose the jacket." James said, he had changed from his tuxedo to black cargo pants, a bulletproof leather jacket and now was putting on a high-tech black helmet with a visor that covered his entire face and sealed at his neck, he spoke with a slightly altered computerized voice and his face was impossible to saee.
"Come on." He said, pulling Jimmy up and tossing him a jacket and a helmet. "Communicators, video camera, laser, magnetic beam, x-ray, med analysis, floodlight, bulletproof visor, infra-red, gas mask function, built in air tank, three-sixty degrees visibility the whole shebang." He told them, tossing similar helmets from inside his backpack to the others. "Come prepared I always say, boots, they'll anchor you to any surface, limited hover function too. Let's see…" He said tossing out pairs of black boots as well as pairs of cargo pants. "Fireproof, waterproof, tough too, attachments for grappling hooks, and other equipments. Here, grappling gun, dart gun, non-lethal, stim packs, that's got basic med supplies and some adrenaline injections. Um, and these." He said finally, tossing out the said supplies and one more thing to each. Compact black Sig Sauer P226 handguns, the finest handheld firearms on the market.
"What the hell are these for?" Jimmy asked, fingering the weapon.
"The killer." James said impatiently.
"No way!" Jimmy said firmly, he was taking no part in the weapon, the others nodded and threw back their guns.
"Fine." James said tossing them in the corner with his backpack. He however, loaded a Heckler and Koch MP5 assault weapon with scope and light. (As seen in MI-3, in the beginning, the weapon Ethan Hunt, or Tom Cruise carries is really an MP5 with a scope and floodlight attachment) He clipped two extra ammo clips to his belt and kicked down the door of the bathroom they were in.
Without looking back, James headed off down a side passage. They could hear his voice in their helmet radios.
"Split up, cover more ground, tell all survivors to stay together and form a circle, keep watch in every direction, I have some experience in this. Get everyone into whatever's left of the Windjammer Café on the third deck, better to stay in a group…don't…alone…" He was breaking up. Jimmy pulled off his helmet and threw it down hard, it sparked.
"I hate that guy, first he tries to kill us and now he can just turn up and be a good guy, I'll bet he is the killer, why else would he have all this stuff, and the guns. Come on guys. Why is he here anyway, I doubt it's for a pleasure cruise, guys he's the killer." Jimmy told the others, they all had their radio mouthpieces covered and were standing together, they had taken James' advice and were standing in a circle, backs in, facing in all directions.
"They heard a lone gunshot ring out from a deck below, accompanied by a shriek of pain and the chatter of assault fire, the screaming stopped.
"I told you it was him!" Jimmy yelled. He dashed back into the bathroom and grabbed a gun, Cindy grabbed one as well, but the others didn't touch them. Jimmy dashed down the nearest flight of stairs, but when he reached the origin of the screams, he found James cradling the head of a teenage girl their age, she had a single gunshot wound in her chest, and from the look on James' unhelmeted face, he knew there was nothing he could do.
"Don't give up." Jimmy told her as she gasped for breath.
"Do something!" He screamed at James, who looked sadly at him.
"There's nothing I can do, she's lost too much blood."
"Stop the bleeding, I can fix that!" Jimmy yelled and James shot him a quick inquisitive look, sizing him up before grabbing his med kit and loading an injector gun, he pulled out a tube of something and covered the wound in it, they watched as the bleeding stopped. James plunged the needle into a vein on her arm and pulled the trigger on the injection gun, instant unconsciousness.
"Knockout drug, best damn anesthesia ever." James grunted, he pulled out some sharp tools, one a long sharp needle implement and the other what looked like curved scissors. He dropped the latter back into the case and pulled out a scapel.
"Ladies, I suggest you avert your eyes." He said, as he opened the wound a bit with the scapel and used the needle implement to pull out the bullet, he then pulled out what looked like a handheld scanner and pulled the trigger, sweeping it over the wound and causing it to seal up. He then gave her some painkillers by way of injection while Jimmy worked over some vials from the kit.
"What do you have, we've got to hurry!" James said urgently.
"This should cause temporary rapid red blood cell regeneration to replace her missing blood, but if it doesn't work…" Jimmy said, holding up the vial.
James didn't hesitate, he grabbed the vial, topped it and slotted it into his injection gun. "Life's about taking risks, if your not living on the edge you're taking up too much space." He muttered to herself.
"James this is her live you're toying with." Jimmy said.
"Do or die Jimmy, if I don't do, she'll die, way I see it, if it fails we're the same as if we didn't try." James said and plunged the needle into her other arm's vein, pulling the trigger. James and Jimmy picked her up and kifted her over to a passenger room, Cindy pushed open the unlocked door and they set her down on the bed.
"Looks like I was wrong." Jimmy said softly to the others as James ran out to get his backpack with more medical supplies.
"I don't know." Cindy said. "This bullet is made by Heckler and Koch…"
A/N: Cliffhanger BABY! And this one's a doozy, woo! Anyway, I particularly liked the ending to this chapter, haha, anyway! Please review!