Flushed Away II: Down the Drain
by Psi Kat
Argh...I am so unbelievably lazy! I should have written this sooner, but I wanted my last English essay to be decent. (Our final is Tuesday. Blegh.)
So, how are you guys doing in preparation for Christmas? Honestly, I haven't done a whole lot other than help decorate the tree. It looks good, though!
Anyway, wish me luck and enjoy this chapter!
Oh, and if you know of any good songs for the slugs, please let me know. I'm having a hard time finding songs for the slugs.
Disclaimer in first chapter. Enjoy!
The slugs had seen the entire thing. And they were in shock. Were these two the same two rats who had once been so close? True, Rita seemed herself. But Roddy...the slugs knew something was up. The slugs looked at each other, silently making an agreement. Then the mass of slugs followed Roddy into the maze of sewers. Roddy, of course, was totally oblivious. He just wore that same evil smile that he had donned when he had called someone. He paused for a moment, causing some concern among the slugs. Then he went down another pipe and vanished.
Surprised, the slugs went down the pipe, looking every which way for Roddy. To the left, no Roddy. To the right, no Roddy. In front of them, no Roddy. Behind them, no Roddy. Slightly off to the left in front of them slightly to the right, no Roddy. Then a slight clank came from above them. The slugs all looked up. There was Roddy, climbing a ladder. This time, some slugs stayed behind while others climbed the wall after Roddy. Although, the slugs began to grow tired after several long minutes of dragging themselves up the wall. Roddy, however, was having no problems. He just kept climbing, as if he was programmed to do just that.
After what seemed like hours to the poor slugs, they finally reached the top of the wall. They crawled onto what seemed like...a blank ledge and a wall. Confused, the slugs watched Roddy to see what he would do next. He just strode up to the wall and muttered something under his breath. For a moment, nothing happened. Then someone said, "ADMITTANCE GRANTED." A door in the wall slid up, and Roddy entered. The slugs slithered after him as quickly as they could. The door slammed shut behind them. Then the slugs got a look around where they were. They collectively gasped. Inside, there was a rich collection of only the finest things. Chandeliers of genuine crystal hung from the ceiling. Fancy, tasteless paintings hung everywhere. Whoever lived here was fabulously wealthy, especially for a sewer resident. The slugs were stunned. Why on earth was Roddy here? In answer, someone stepped out of the shadows.
It was Le Frog.
"You have done very well, my minion," he said softly. "Yes, Master," Roddy answered in a droning, flat voice. All of the slugs tilted their heads. Master? Le Frog chuckled. "Master. That has a, how you say, so sweet ring," he said. Then he turned and pressed a button on the wall. It lifted up to reveal...
The real Roddy. Tied up and dangling above a dangerous current of water. And very angry.
"You won't get away with this! You hear me!" he roared at his captor and the second Roddy. "Oh, but I've already begun, you poor English fool," Le Frog laughed. The second Roddy also laughed, rather dryly, until Le Frog told him to shut up. Roddy's anger intensified. "What do you expect to gain from this? You won't get anything out of this!" he snapped. Le Frog's grin widened. "Oh, but I will gain something from this...or rather, une dame belle," he informed his captive. Roddy glared at him. "What do you mean?" "Why, I mean Mademoiselle Rita, of course," came the reply.
Roddy gasped. The slugs gasped. The other Roddy just stood there.
"You are surprised? Why? I said when we met I liked a fiery girl. And I know no other girl like that." His captor's expression softened in memory. "Of course, it was obvious she wanted you. That could not be tolerated. So now, this lovely (and very expensive) robot clone of you will cause Rita to despise you beyond time. Then I will send you down the drain. And, finally," his grin grew wide again, "She will learn of this, and of how I tried to save you, but you were out of reach before I got there. She will feel so devastated and grief-stricken, she will run straight into my arms."
By now, all of the color had gone from Roddy and the slugs. Roddy hung his head. "Rita..." he whispered painfully. He couldn't believe it. Even though he doubted the plan would work, he couldn't believe that Rita thought this robot was him. It was just too much.
The slugs could see that. They looked at each other, and hurried off to find Rita.
Well, this story is turning out to be shorter than I thought...oh well. This chapter was longer! (Although my French sucks...)
Anyway, I gotta go study for my English final! Let's hope I remember all of the uses for a comma, eh?
Read, review, and give me movies for Christmas!
Psi Kat