"I swear, if I ever have to look at another police officer I'll....." TwilightDork trailed of suggestively, forming a fist and reaching back to her pocket as if to pull out her mini-flamethrowers as they walked out of the police station.
sweeteangel1 sighed. "Yes, Becky. I absolutely understand," she replied impatiently.
"I mean, come on, they act like hijacking a plane is a federal crime or something! What's the difference between Alaska and Florida, anyway? Alaska has penguins!" TwilightDork continued.
"Yeah," sweeteangel1 mocked sarcastically, "who wouldn't want to see some penguins in exchange for freezing to death? And technically it is a crime. We just got off the hook from being apart of the CIA."
"EXACTLY!" TwilightDork exclaimed rather loudly. "See what I mean, Fae? They're just so inconsid-"
sweeteangel1 covered TwilightDork's mouth, halting her in the middle of her sentence. "Will you just shut up already?" she shrieked, removing her hand from TwilightDork's mouth.
"Well, geez, Fae, what's got you on the other side of the rainbow?" TwilightDork said, her voice laced with confusion.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because of the fact you've been going on about this for the past ten minutes!" sweeteangel1 remarked hotly, ignoring TwilightDork's phrase that, once again, nobody understood. "Get over it!"
TwilightDork huffed in astonishment. "Well, I thought it was funny," she muttered.
"Yeah, well, the police never thinks it's as funny as we do," sweeteangel1 said thoughtfully. Giving TwilightDork a side-ways glance, she added, "But it was pretty hilarious. Imagine the look on all of their faces when they land to find themselves 50 degrees cooler than they planned!" Both girls burst out laughing at the mental picture.
"Or when-"
TwilightDork's voice was cut off by a deep voice booming, surprisingly quietly, "Hello, girls," directly in front of them.
"Why does everyone feel the need to interrupt me today?" TwilightDork murmured, before getting nudged in the stomach with sweeteangel1's elbow.
sweeteangel1 and TwilightDork slowly lifted their heads up to see a small group of men staring them down.
"Those are some big, bald men," sweeteangel1 stage whispered to TwilightDork.
"Seriously. How did we miss that?" TwilightDork replied in the same technique, but with a much less promising effect.
After about a two-minute stare-down, TwilightDork's blank, sweeteangel1's menacing, and the suit dudes' strangely calculating, one of the guys in the back suddenly, and quite randomly, squealed, "HONEY!" and pulled sweeteangel1 into a giant bear hug.
TwilightDork, watching his one-sided exchange and sweeteangel1's equal look of shock and disgust, debated about either screaming for help or laughing hysterically. Of course, being TwilightDork, the latter won as she clutched her sides in euphoria.
sweeteangel1, glaring heatedly at TwilightDork's head, commented, "Uh, eww," in complete revulsion.
sweeteangel1, becoming impatient, pulled her mini-taser out of her purse and shocked the guy squeezing her. "Hey, dude. Ya mind?" she snapped.
The guy gently let her down and, looking hurt, stumbled back to his place while sniffling. The guy beside him looked at him and rolled his eyes. The leader, still staring intently at the girls, said sternly, "Harold, don't roll your eyes."
TwilightDork and sweeteangel1, glancing at each other, shivered in unison.
sweeteangel1, deciding to start the conversation, narrowed her eyes and said to them, "Okay, who the crap are you, and what do you want?"
"Who are we?" the guy in front, supposedly the leader, answered. "Those are interesting questions. I must have our name remain confidential, but what I can tell you is that our organization was formed to improve the well being of our world. Our current mission is to perfect the art of choosing a spouse for the male or female, in the way of an arranged marriage. Eventually creating perfect harmony within each individual family. As such, you are the first young ladies to be chosen for this great honor, as you can tell from Harold's quite optimistic welcoming," the guy chuckled.
TwilightDork, seeing where this was going, replied, "So, basically, you're an evil cult out to create some sort of freakin' utopia. Yeah, we've heard it before," she said knowingly.
sweeteangel1, having been silent up until then, squealed, "OMG! I LOVE arranged marriages!"
"You do?" all the men cried in unison.
"Of course!" she exclaimed.
TwilightDork stared at her. "You're insane."
"Of course I am, but what does that have to do with the awesomeness of arranged marriages?" sweeteangel1 countered.
TwilightDork thought for a moment before shrugging and saying, "I don't know."
sweeteangel1 patted TwilightDork's shoulder soothingly. "It's okay, Twin. We all have those moments."
"So you'll come with us?" the one called Harold said excitedly.
"No," sweeteangel1 replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Why would we?"
"Uhh, but you just said......" Harold trailed off, puzzled.
"Yeah, Fae, I agree with bald dude. You just said you loved arranged marriages. So why should you be opposed to them? That just makes no sense," TwilightDork said as well.
sweeteangel1 sighed tiredly. "Yeah, but you people are freaks," she explained.
"On that note," the leader said in finality. "Back to business. Will you or will you not come with us willingly? Just know, no matter what, you will come with us. Even if we have to force you to." His eyes seemed to glint with the danger.
sweeteangel1 and TwilightDork stared at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing simultaneously.
Mr. Leader, unwavered, continued, "Very well. Get 'em boys." He motioned his henchmen forward with his hands.
The girls eyes widened, and they froze momentarily. Snapping back into action, sweeteangel1 pulled out her taser with TwilightDork's flamethrower following closely afterwards.
Just as quickly, the cult men pulled out guns. Big guns.
"Crap," TwilightDork muttered, noting the fact that her flamethrower wouldn't be able to go half as speedily as those guns, with even less a chance for sweeteangel1's taser.
The cult began to close in fast, wrapping around the girls in a close circle. Backing up slowly, the girls responded nervously with wide eyes and false laughs.
"C'mon, guys," sweeteangel1 said desperately. "Why does it have to be us? I hear Jessica Stanley is looking for a way out of her abusive relationship with Mike Newton. Given her qualities, I'm sure she'd be more than happy to help you."
"Ah, but we want you, you see. Not some girl who doesn't know the difference between M3P players and High School Musical. I don't think so," Mr. Leader replied.
"It's an MP3 player," TwilightDork muttered, growing more frustrated by the minute.
The cult continued closing in ruthlessly.
But, just as all hope was lost, every head swiveled up at a sound erupting from the sky. Suddenly, a voice shouted, "Have no fear! F-Nick is here!"
If you were to have bothered looking at TwilightDork and sweeteangel1's face at the time of this occurrence, instead of at the seemingly winged kid swooping down from the clouds, you would have observed the look of knowing and equal awe on them. You would have also realized it was best to run away by their smirks, as the evil bald men of doom would have been wise to do at that precise moment. Of course, who would look at two crazy girls faces when a mutant bird kid was in their midst?
'Fnick' landed with a sweeping gesture. In the process of this moment, the men had made a slight gap in their circle, which TwilightDork took as an excellent opportunity to squeal, and possibly damage several bald guys eardrums, "OH MY FLOCK! IT'S FANG!" Directly after, she raced towards Fnick, now known as Fang, and tackled him to the ground.
sweeteangel1 rolled her eyes. "You are such a fangirl, Twin," she muttered.
The cult members, seeing this exchange, backed away slowly. "Uh, we're just going to go now. We definitely don't do crazed psychos," Mr. Leader said, and they all scurried off, disappearing into the horizon.
"What was that all about?" TwilightDork said, having gotten off the partially shocked Fang.
"I have no idea, Becky, no idea," sweeteangel1 replied, shaking her head in wonder.
"Huh," TwilightDork responded, nodding her head with still no clarification as to what their problem was. "Oh well. Want to go blow something up?"
Shrugging, sweeteangel1 replied, "Sure. Why not?"
And the two girls walked off, completely forgetting about the transfixed bird-kid still lying in the street.....