Chapter 2
"Ugh...my head." Scott groaned grasping onto the back of his head, eyes closed tight and an aggravated bruise in the back of his skull. "What hit me?"
His vision was blurry but he could have sworn he could hear people shouting, loud pretentious rock music and arcade games coming from everywhere. He slowly sat up from where he was lying and his vision became more clear. He took a hold of his surroundings and needless to say, the place was huge. There were people around every corner. Some were sitting around gossiping and gambling, others were drinking full bottles of beer and some others were playing arcade games.
"Where...where am I?" He whispered, sitting up, seeing that he was laying on a large and really expensive looking Chaise couch. "How the hell did I even get here?" The last thing he could remember was finding Ramona in the park and then...everything got dark.
"Ramona. Wh-where's Ramona?" He said, starting to freak out a bit as he shot up from the couch. "RAMONA!"
"Scott! Whoa! Hey, you're awake." He heard from next to him. He turned and saw his former, gay roommate, Wallace, sitting on another couch and already holding a margarita. Their other friend, Other Scott sat next to him. In between them was a half naked, male stripper dancing in a cage. A few weirded sweats dripped from Scott's head.
"It's about time you woke up, Guy. You were sleeping for quite a while too. This place is amaaaazing!" Wallace exclaimed.
WALLACE WELLS: DRUNK HOMEXUAL
OTHER SCOTT: HIS GAY BEST FRIEND
"Uh, yeah sure. Um, have you-wait, what? What do you mean a while?"
"Some guy brought you in and put you on the couch. You looked real peaceful when we got here so I didn't wanna wake you."
"Uh, thanks, I guess? So how long was I out? Where are we anyway?" Scott questioned.
"Uh, 2, maybe 3 hours at best? And this is the Chaos Theatre. This place is so amazing!"
"Chaos Theatre? Then that means…" A flash occurred in his head back to the park where he was walking towards Ramona to the point where he could see the figure standing behind him. The vision began to zoom closer to where he could see his face. Scott's eyes grew wide.
"That was Gideon! He attacked me!." Scott blurted out.
"That was Gideon? He seemed much shorter in the magazines." Wallace said.
"Have you seen him?" Scott growled.
"Not since earlier, but he's definitely still here. This place reeks of a personal touch. Say, what were you doing at the park earlier?"
Scott explained everything all the way from the other night to when he was knocked out. Wallace was pretty shocked when he heard the part about Ramona calling him.
"Hm, well that's an interesting story there, Guy. You'd better keep your eyes open. Gideon could be anywhere at this point. So be careful." Wallace warned.
"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind. I gotta go."
"Whoa, what's the hold up, Guy? Don't start any trouble yet. Take off your jacket. Take a load off. Wait a while!" Wallace suggested.
"This club has girls, too." Other Scott added. "Also, I'd change your shirt if I were you."
"What? Why?" Scott asked confused.
"Because some guy put a beer bottle on your head while you were sleeping. It fell over and spilled on you." Scott suddenly realized his clothes were damp and smelled like cheap beer.
"WHYYYYYY?!" He screamed.
Scott had taken off his jacket, heading towards the bar at the end of the club. He really needed something to cleanse his mind for a bit. Everything going on for the past couple hours had been happening way too fast; the confusion was really getting to him and he really needed a drink…badly. The worst part was that he didn't know what happened to Ramona after he was knocked out. He was afraid to think she was furious or Gideon attacked her...or worse. He finally reached the bar and said:
"Hey, could you give me something with booze in it? And ice…booze and ice, please?"
"Sure, that's $2.50, bro." The bartender said. Scott paid him and the bartender handed him a drink. Scott gripped onto the booze and took a sip when he noticed 3 females staring at him. Scott's eyes grew wide and he spewed his drink out.
"Really, Scott?" Julie Powers groaned.
"I thought you didn't drink, Scott." Sandra said while Monique sighed in annoyance.
"I…I drink, sometimes. Sometimes I drink!" He exclaimed, swigging the rest of his booze. "H-have any of you ladies seen Gideon?"
"Gee, Scott. Thanks a lot. I'm fine, how are you?" Julie replied sarcastically as she lifted her middle finger.
"I...Julie...you...I...Montreal..." Scott mumbled with some beer dripping from his cheek.
"You are a mess, man. Seriously, would you look at yourself?" Scott looked at his shirt and screamed.
"Aww dude! Now it's worse!" Scott whined.
"Hey, dude, I've got a few of these left." The bartender said. "Viral marketing."
"Sad." Julie said.
Scott's body gleamed in the bright lights, his expression both frustrated and angry.
"Nice shirt, Scott." His sister, Stacey Pilgrim said from the side in a sarcastic manner.
"Shut up. Some guy dumped beer on me." Scott snapped.
"Sure...whatever."
"Anyway, have you seen Gideon around?" He asked.
"The Gideon who took your girlfriend and then had a threesome with her and Envy?"
"You really should stop listening to Wallace. You know that right?" Scott advised, a bit of sweat dripping from his head. "And anyway, I talked to Ramona already. She said she wasn't even with Gideon the entire time she was gone. At least, that's what I think she said.
"Have you been drinking? I thought you didn't drink." She reminded. Scott ignored her, noticing Young Neil playing a game.
"Oh, hey dude." Scott said.
"Hey." Young Neil acknowledged not looking at him at all. Stacey looked back at him, as Neil did the same.
Suspicious and confused, Scott asked: "Do you 2 seriously not know each other? That's crazy."
"Scott's sister right?"
"Yeah, hi."
"Stace, this is Y-" Scott stopped mid sentence while Neil looked at him confused, not noticing he made a headshot on the game he was playing. "This is...Neil."
Neil's eyes gleamed with delight, a cheerful grin rising.
NEIL: This is the greatest day of his life
"Anyway, I have to go now. I'll see you guys in a bit."
"Scott, hey." The 18 year old Knives Chau called from the sidelines. Her best friend Tamara stood next to her with a crazy, fangirl grin on her face.
"Nice shirt." Tamara commented
"Oh uh...hey guys. Have either of you seen-"
"YES!" Tamara interrupted. "I totally saw Envy Adams! Or maybe it was somebody who looked like her. Did you like her solo album?"
"Uh..." Scott mumbled a little wide eyed. "I was gonna say Gideon but um, isn't today like the release signing for it?"
"Please dude, it leaked months ago."
"...Oh" Suddenly, the lights flashed off and the crowd screamed. There was a spotlight which pointed to a person hanging from some ropes until she landed at the top of the large pyramid in the center of the club. The crowd erupted when she swung her arms up, revealing the totally hot Envy Adams in the dress of a goddess.
"Thanks, Toronto." Envy said over the microphone. "This is a new song, for an old friend."
Scott narrowed his eyebrows; he had the strongest feeling someone was watching him.
"It's time to start,
Looking behind you."
Scott looked behind him and saw a figure with glasses, a triple G button up shirt and long black hair glaring at him evilly. Shocked, Scott ducked down when the figure swung a punch at him. The crowd of people either gasped or screamed out the way and formed a circle around them.
Scott returned the attack with a roundhouse kick but it was quickly blocked by the figure. It eventually turned into a standoff between Scott and his opponent.
"Scott! Watch out!" Wallace shouted. "I think that's Gideon!"
"You're Gideon?" Scott said.
"Scott Pilgrim, may I just be the first to say, nice shirt." Gideon commented.
"What?" Scott looked at his shirt. "Shut up! Some guy dumped beer on me. You're like the 3rd person to say that!"
"Um, should I keep singing the same thing or...?" Envy asked.
"Actually, play something with a little more action to it." Gideon suggested. Envy sighed and signalled the musicians to play something else.
Band plays Crack Addict by Limp Bizkit
Scott threw a punch towards Gideon. Gideon swiftly blocked it and tried to counter with a high kick, which Scott was able to duck avoid.
"So how's the head, buddy?" Gideon grinned. "I figured I'd let you sleep in before we duked it out in my lair of cool shit. After all, you're the target market."
"What did you do to her!?" Scott snapped in rage.
"To Envy? Well, let's just say I dolled her up a little before her big event tonight? Whaddya think?"
"Ramona, you dick!" Scott said, ducking under an incoming hook.
"I didn't lay a finger on her, bud. Maybe she's powdering her nose." Gideon laughed, throwing a flying roundhouse kick. Scott leaned far back, avoiding it. Scott attempted land a few punches, but Gideon was blocked every one and vice versa.
"What? Ramona, you idiot. I was so close to getting back with her and then you knocked me out." Scott replied as he pulled off a hook kick, which was impeded by an X-block.
"3..."
Gideon threw another punch...
"2..."
Scott threw a kick.
"1!"
Their limbs impacted into each other. Scott pushed Gideon's fist down, gripping onto Gideon's head for balance; a brief glaring contest occurred.
The hatred and deathful feeling they held against each other could be felt all across the club. The intensity caused them both to drift back. Scott and Gideon both managed to land back on their feet, panting heavily.
"Wait...what?" Gideon breathed.
"You...you didn't attack her or kidnap her or anything?" Scott muttered, confused.
"She's not with you?" Gideon snapped angrily.
"No...not really. She left me a couple months ago but then she-"
Scott was interrupted with a series of fast and angry punches, which he didn't even see coming.
"I planned this through to the end assuming you would be competent enough to KEEP HER AROUND!" Gideon shouted. "You defeated six of her seven evil ex- boyfriends and still she left you!?"
Scott became overwhelmed, desperately trying to block and avoid Gideon's attacks. He swiftly rolled under a punch, landing on his feet.
"Shut up! It's complicated, alright?" Scott said running to Gideon with a fist raised.
"It's quite simple, actually." Gideon replied running towards him as well.
Scott and Gideon both swung fists at each other but unfortunately, Gideon landed a punch directly onto his chest, causing Scott to gasp in pain. The next thing he knew, Gideon's fist literally impaled into his chest. Scott, somehow didn't even feel it.
Looks of disgust rose in the audience as they stared at the brutality until Gideon pulled his arm out, with a tight grip on what looked like the end of a sword with a heart at the end. An evil, devilish grin rose upon his cheeks as he shoved Scott back, yanking the remains of the sword out of him.
The Power of Love was now in the palms of his enemy. Scott's head bashed onto a nearby arcade game. He gripped onto the back of his head and slowly rose onto his feet.
Gideon stole the Power of Love. (What a dick!)
"Well this is a very unfortunate turn of events, dont'cha think?" Gideon smirked. He dashed towards Scott at top speed and shoulder tackled him onto his back. He swung the sword down aiming directly for Scott's forehead, but Scott was able to intercept it by pushing against Gideon's wrists.
"I never wanted to fight you in the first place." Scott said, struggling. "All I wanted to do was get my life over with; the secondary characters made me do it. She's probably gone far away by now."
Scott managed to kick him off allowing himself to jump back on his feet.
"That automatically makes you the newest member of the league...doesn't it." Gideon said.
"What?"
"Join me, Scott and we shall complete your training. Together, you and I will rule Ramona's future love life. We'll be the most unstoppable force in the world."
"I'll never join you!" Scott growled, enraged. Gideon chuckled pitifully.
"Alrighty then, Holmes." Gideon replied raising the sword. "No hard feelings, okay?"
Gideon lunged the sword directly into his heart, causing a lot of frightened and shocked faces upon the audience including Scott's friends. A loud "WUMP" was heard as Scott collapsed onto the cold, metal floor. His eyes wide open and blood dripping from the corner of his lip.
Gideon's eyes popped open as if he was in some sort of sick trance as he stared upon the bloody corpse. A smug grin rose upon his face as he looked to the crowd shouting:
"Okay! Drinks are on me!"
(Somewhere beyond the reaches of space, time and Scott's head)
"Muhh..." Scott moaned as he lied in the deserted space, helplessly. "I...I'm dead. This suu-uhhh-uuucks." He covered his face in despair. The most intense battle of his life and he lost. The worst part...he wasn't even able to rekindle his relationship with Ramona, whom he fought heart and soul for. It couldn't possibly couldn't get any worse than this.
"Oh would you shut up?" A very familiar voice said from out of nowhere. Scott peeked his eyes open and he saw a person standing over him with a look of disappointment and irritation.
Scott's eyes went wide and he quickly sat up. His mind was completely blown when he saw her. This time, up close and personal.
"You're not dead. You're just having some idiotic dream." Ramona said looking down at him.
(To be continued)
Yes, I know you basically just read an edited version of the same book. That's actually how I planned it to be because I still plan to add some material from my old story. And also, I'd like to give a shout out to 2 people:
-Black Widow of La Porte for helping me think of some ideas and being my beta reader/best friend
-GameLord 4BritishBronies for following and setting it as his favorites. That really helps.
As far as reviews go, I don't really care. I'm just satisfied that people have taken time to read the story instead of being begged to review. As much as they're appreciated, they don't exactly matter much to me. Until then, see ya when I see ya. Goodnight!