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Chapter Nine
. Val's PoV .
I sat up and looked around at everyone. They looked so bummed...
"What's up?" I asked Alex.
"We're beinf hanged," he said.
I bent my brow.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"Little while."
I nodded slowly.
"Did I miss breakfast?"
"Yeah."
I sighed.
"Man, this isn't my day..."
. At the noose .
"Man, this really isn't my day!"
The executioners put the ropes around our necks as the other guy began reading a scroll.
"Okay," I said, freaking out. "Ronie, I broke your favorite skateboard, not BJ; BJ, you're cool; Clay, you're a moron for sending us in the haunted library; Will, sorry about the taxi; jack, I need a hug; and Alex, I've liked you this whole time!"
Well, big variety of reactions...
Ronie - pissed, BJ - smiling, Clay - scowl, Will - shrug of the shoulders, Jack - shock, Alex - shock.
Hang on...
Why's he shocked that I need a hug?
Oh boy... not the drumroll!
"What about me?" Julie asked quickly.
"An okay snothead."
Julie - cold shoulder.
The executioner went pass and put his hand on the lever.
"AHHHH! NO!"
He pulled it.
And I fell.
. Ronie's PoV .
. 9 pm .
I woke up. I-
Wait.
I woke up?
I'm not dead?
I pulled this wet cloth off of my head and looked around. I was alone in a familliar room... it was cruddy and dirty and OH MY GOD!
I sat bolt upright.
I'm in my room! My old room!
In Connecticut!
"Holy shit!" I whispered, getting up. "Val! Val!"
I went down my little set of stairs and looked out my back door. It was just how I left it. I was so tempted to skate around the marina...
But where are the others!
"Val! Brandon! V-"
I opened my bedroom door, and I looked down to see this four-year-old boy reaching for the doorknob. He stared at me.
"Scram you little buttwadd," I said. "This is my house."
The little kid's lip began to quiver, and he ran down the hall whining.
"What the hell..."
I looked down the stairs. I heard the television. This wasn't good...
Suddenly, I heard a voice coming from down the hall.
My eyes widened.
"What, honey? What is it?"
The woman came out of the bathroom with the little boy, nad her eyes met mine.
"Ronie?" she asked in disbelief.
"Hi, Mom."
She breathed rapidly a few times, and then she clutched her heart and fainted, falling loudly to the floor.
The little kid was staring at me again.
I have a brother? Since when?
"What's your name, kid?" I asked.
He just stared at me.
"Fine, see if I care."
I went down the stairs and the living room was empty.
Barney was on the television.
Barney!
"You poor kid..." I muttered.
I changed the channel to MTV/
"There. Much better."
I went through the dining room and out on the back porch. I heard thunder and saw lightning, but no rain. And it was around 9:15 at night... weird...
So I ran to Val's house.
"Val!" I yelled, slamming the door open. "Val?"
But it was all dark.
What the hell's going on?
"Val? Brandon..."
I slumped into the sofa and sat there a while.
How could they all be back there when I'm here?
Later on I went for a walk. I was in the cemetary now...
"Wonder where they buried you, Val?" I asked.
I stumbled through it for a while. After an hourm I came across it. There were sunflowers beside it.
"Valerie Rose Painter. Always Remebered With Love," I read. "holy crap... her mom must've been drunk..."
"Drunk? Who's drunk?" I heard a voice say, turning around.
I screamed and fell back as Jack, Val, and Clay popped up from behind the tombstone laughing.
"Having standing problems, Ronie?" Val asked.
"Shut up," I said, getting up. "Enjoying your threesome?"
"Ooo, low," Clay said as they came out from behind the tombstone.
"Yeah, shove it," Val said.
"Where are the others?" I asked.
"Right here."
Brandon, Will, Julie (cringe), and the Alex guy came out from around this tree.
"How come we didn't die?" Julie asked.
"Somebody loves us," Val said.
"Yeah, only cuz I bribed them... " I muttered.
"But what about-"
"Wait. Shh..." Val said.
We stood there.
"Val-"
"Get down!" she whispered.
She pushed me and Julie behind a tombstone, Will, Brandon, and Jack behind another, and she, Alex, and Clay behind her own.
"Oh, come on, Val! I'm still trying to figue out how we got here and you're all in this stupid cemetary-!"
BANG
I shut up and ducked. Then I slowly peered out from around the side of the tombstone. There was a man walking.
"Blueboy..." I said quietly.
"How'd he get here?" Julie asked.
"Do you wanna know?"
"Yes."
"Really wanna?"
"Yeah."
"Sure you wanna?"
"Yes!"
"So go find out."
I pushed her out, and she fell to the ground, attracting Blueboy's attention. I smiled, satisfied with myselfm as Blueboy walked over and picked her up.
"Where are the others? where are we?" he asked half angry, half scared.
"I-"
"Oh, forget it. Show me how to get back!"
He walked off with her pulling her by the upper arm, and I sat sniggering to myself.
. Brandon's PoV .
The freak in the blue took Julie by the arm, and I about pounced on him. I heard ronie laugh, and when Gilette was long gone with Julie, I jumped out yelling at her.
"What the fuck's wrong with you!" I asked, semi-freaking out.
"Hey, she asked where he came from, so I tolf her to ask him," she said.
I stood glaring at her. She acts like it's no big deal!
So I picked her up by the shirt, holding her in the air.
"You wanna try to hit me?" she asked. "Cuz you will lose."
I just dropped her.
"Hey, show a little respect," Clay said, helping her up.
"Clay, get off before I beat your head in."
He jumped back away from her all nervouslike.
"So... now what?" Jack asked from behind me.
"My house," I said. "Come on."
. My House .
Mom and Dad are not home...
Cool.
"To the kitchen!" Val yelled as soon as I opened the door. Alex went with her, as did Clay.
"Do they ever do anything else?" Will asked.
"Obviously not," Ronie said.
Ronie, Will, and Jack sat on the white couch, and I flew onto the armchair ready to call the police.
"Wonder what's on?" Will asked, turning on the plasma above the fireplace.
I looked up at the TV and dropped the phone.
"I hate the news..." Will moaned.
Then he changed the channel!
"Hey! Men In Black!"
I pounced on him and fought for the remote.
"Change it back, you loser!"
"Hey!"
I got it to go back to the news.
"-and witnesses say they've never seen the kidnapper before or where he's from, but he is dressed oddly and holding his hostage captive in a house on Wicklow Street."
"He better not be!" Ronie said, lunging forward.
(She lives on Wicklow Street.)
"Police have the house surrounded, but no signs of negotiation are being heard of at this time, "the woman said.
We all stared up at the television as Val, clay, and Alex came in.
"Hey, Ronie, that looks like your house," Val said.
"No shit," she said.
"So... what's going on?" Clay asked.
"Gilette's taken her to Ronie's house and won't come out," Will said.
"Well, what a situation," Jack said, leaning inot hte couch.
"So let's go!" Ronie said.
"And what do you suggest we do when we get there?" I asked.
"We storm the fort," Val said.
She drew Jack's sword, dropped it, then picked it up again.
"What say you!" she then shouted.
"AYE!" they all replied.
Except for me.
"Come on, BJ!" Val said. "You gotta come!"
"Yeah, she's your fiancé... "Ronie muttered. "And it's MY HOUSE!"
"Okay, chill," I said. "I'll go."
"Alright"! Val said.
"But I gotta go to the bathroom!" Clay moaned.
"Urgh! Hurry up!" Ronie yelled.
"I'm going!"
As Clay used the bathroom, I looked around upstairs. Mom and dad had redecorated somewhat. I saw that their bedroom door had been replace, but there were still a few chips missing from the door frame.
Wonder if that ax is out in the shed?
Then I saw my room.
The door was slightly ajar, so I wnet over and pushed it open. I saw someone standing over my nightsand with my little lamp turned on. The person turned around; it was Ronie.
"They redid your room," she said.
"Nah," I said. "I moved out, but I left a few things since I'd be moving in with Will and Clay."
I walked up to her. She was holding a picture from a few months before everthing happened.
"Hey, that's the four of us at the carnival down on the marina," I said with a smile. "We went fishing and Val almost drowned... ha!"
"Yeah," she said angrily, slamming the photo face down and storming out of the room.
I picked it up slowly and looked at it with a frown.
I had left her behind.
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