Ok, tell if you're enjoying the story. These ideas are rolling off my head like heck. This is getting updated awful fast and its really fun to me. I'm getting awful excited cuz I really am getting into this. Next chapter---enjoy……

CHAPTER FOUR

Wilbur followed Huck, Huck, and Tom as they skidded down a hill and into a rocky cavern. "We gotta tell the sheriff!" Tom gasped.

"Look, we ain't tellin' nobody, and unless you're dumber than I think you are, you're gonna keep your mouth shut too!" Huck said. Wilbur smiled to himself as he remembered how his sister had said the same thing to him. He knew where she spoke from.

"But we seen a murder!" Tom protested.

"Yeah, and there's gonna be four more murders, too, if we squeak on Injun Joe. Killin' us would mean less to him than drownin' a few cats!"

"Yeah, guess you're right; we can't tell nobody," Tom sighed as he and the two Hucks sat down.

Wilbur was astonished when Huck said, "And just so you don't change your mind, we're gonna swear an oath," he got what looked like a piece of light, smooth bark from a corner, "write it down, and sign it in blood."

"Our blood?" Tom asked in horror.

"Unless you wanna go back and borrow some from Doc Robinson," the two Hucks said in unison.

"Whoa, that was weird!" Wilbur exclaimed, saying his first sentence in the presence of Tom and Huck.

"What?" Huck asked.

"You and my sister said the exact same thing at the exact same time," Wilbur pointed out, feeling suddenly awkward.

"Yeah, your sister does that. We don't share a name for nothin'," Huck said.

"Okay, so we're gonna sign it in blood?" Wilbur asked, cringing.

"Uh huh. And Tom's gonna write it. We ain't much good at writin'," Huck said, pulling the other Huck down by him.

Tom opened his jacket for a pencil, but swore and claimed he lost his marble.

"We got bigger things to worry about! Now would you please write this down?" Huck hissed, grabbing Tom's arm. Then, he relaxed and apologized. Then he stood up and stated the oath:

"Huck Finn, Tom Sawyer, Huck Finn, Wilbur Robinson, swear they'll keep shut about what they've seen, and may they drop down dead if they ever tell a soul."

"And rot," Tom added.

Huck nodded. "An' rot."

Tom finished writing it down and Huck said it was time to sign it. He took his knife from his sheath and cut his finger. Then he handed it to the other Huck, who cut her finger. Then she handed it to Tom, who cut his finger and began writing his initials down in blood.

Wilbur stared at his sister in admiration. She, his sister, who used to cringe at the sight of blood, did nothing but purse her lips for a moment as she cut her finger with a knife. Cool!

Tom handed the piece of wood to Huck Finn, who placed his finger on the wood, then looked up. He doesn't know how to write, Wilbur realized. Tom, understanding, took the wood back and signed HF for both the Hucks.

But Huck didn't put his knife away yet. In fact, Wilbur noticed they were all staring at himself. "What?" he asked.

"Ain't ya gonna sign it?" his sister asked, almost daring him.

"Uh…I can't write either," Wilbur lied.

"Don't be stupid, of course you can write," his sister snapped. Huck handed his knife to Wilbur.

Wilbur stared at the knife in his hand for a moment. This was so wrong. Why was he going to prick his finger with a knife and sign his initials in blood? It didn't seem right. And he had to tell someone about the murder, or everything was going to fall apart. But then he remembered what Huck had said about Injun Joe. He would murder him if he told a thing. He also thought about what Huck—his sister—would do to him if he didn't sign it. It was safer and probably a lesser loss of blood if he signed it. Taking a deep breath and summoning all his courage—and also trying not to pass out—he cut his finger and wrote WR in his blood. He handed the knife back to Huck, who put it in his sheath. It was done. Now, they couldn't tell anybody. Ever.

Tom had gone home a while ago. Huck and Huck were sleeping in the place they signed the oath at. Wilbur, however, was so scared he couldn't sleep. From what he heard, this Injun Joe guy was far more dangerous than Bowler Hat Guy and Doris. He already killed someone, and that killing lead to signing a bloody oath, and if he told anyone about it, Injun Joe—or more likely, his sister—would slit his throat with a knife. He cowered and shivered all through the night until the sun began to rise. Huck and Huck woke up.

Wilbur stretched and said, "Okay, I think we'd better go."

"Already? But you signed the oath," Huck protested.

"I don't wanna leave, Wilbur. I came here and I intend on stayin'," his sister said firmly.

"But won't you miss me and mom and dad and Lily and Sierra and—"

"I spent a whole ten years of my life livin' on my own. I ain't got no family. But right now, I got a great one. Me and Huck, here—we're like brother and sister. I'm livin' my dream life right now. Go back if you wanna, but I'm stayin' here," his sister said, leaning against the rocky ledge.

"I'm with your sister, boy. She fits in better here than in the future," Huck said, siding with the other Huck.

Wilbur's eyes bugged out at his sister. "You told him?"

"I trust him more than I trust anyone, Wilbur," his sister replied.

"And she's my only best friend. Since she ain't got no family and she ain't got nothin' to do, she lives like me, with me, and I have a friend," Huck added.

"We need to protect each other from Injun Joe," Huck finished, glaring at her brother.

"And going back to the future will be perfect for that! There's no Injun Joe in the future, and just how do you expect me to tell mom that you've decided to live with Huckleberry Finn two hundred years in the past?" Wilbur argued.

"I can do what I want. I was gone for ten years and nobody ever gave a crap. Now, I'm twelve, and I'm leavin' again. T'ain't nothing that can change my mind," his sister stated.

"Oh, God, you're so stubborn! Fine! You want him as your family? Go ahead! I don't care about you!" Wilbur yelled and stormed off. He walked through the woods angrily, slamming twigs beneath his shoes and mumbling to himself. "It's what she wants. Her decision, her choice! Not my problem if she wants to live with a bum in 1840!" Wilbur complained and pitied himself. Of course, when he came to the clearing, he had bigger things to worry about.

"Oh my God," Wilbur's eyes widened in horror. "The time machine's gone!" He searched frantically around the clearing, checking everything. He finally had to admit that it was gone when he saw the ruts where the wheels had been. "Crap. I'm so dead."

Wilbur slumped into a tree. "Great, now what?" He could return to Huck and Huck, but what would that do? His sister probably hated him now and would slit his throat with a knife, not to mention laugh at him and leave him alone to die. Wilbur started to regret saying that he didn't care about Huck. She was the only one who could get him out of trouble. But he couldn't go to her now, no, not now! He feared the physical and verbal abuse he would receive. Wait…verbal! Verbal communication!

Wilbur pressed the communicator button on his watch. He waited a few minutes, and the words UNABLE TO CONNECT flashed on his watch. Crap! Stupid 1800's. Too good for electricity and satellite! What would he do now? Huck wouldn't forgive him, he knew that from experience. And if he wandered around aimlessly, he would surely starve or get eaten or have Injun Joe slit his throat. He cringed. He was so dead.

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Yup. He's screwed. I'm with Huck and he's so dead. Hahahahaha. I have SUCH a twisted mind.