5. Sweet Dreams
"IAN! Hey, Ian wake up!"
Bryan was leaning over the smaller purple headed blader, who was lying on the floor, thrashing around wildly and mumbling incoherently.
"Maybe you should try slapping him?" offered Tala, who was standing over the two of them with vague interest, prodding at Ian's cheek with his pimp cane.
"Hey, that's not such a back idea" said Bryan. He then swatted Tala's pimp cane out of the way, and wound his hand back to let loose one hell of a bitch slap.
"AAAAHHHHHH!" Ian screamed. The sound of it echoed around the clearing in the forest, as well as the sound of the slap itself. He sat bolt up right, and was rubbing his now-pink cheek with his hand. "DUDE, what the hell? Why are you… Oh, hey!" he said, his eyes suddenly lighting up. "Bryan, I did it! I conquered my fears!"
"Well, kind of…" Bryan started awkwardly. "You hit your head on a branch and started going psycho on the taxi, but… turns out the taxi was a kid."
"What?" said Ian, his face screwing up with confusion. "A kid?"
"Yeah…" Bryan moved out of the way, and Ian saw the beat-up British taxi in the middle of the clearing. Then he watched as the taxi rose up, transformers style, and revealed a kid standing there, wearing the taxi suit. But it wasn't just any kid – it was that loser loud mouth kid from Kai's team. Taylor or Trent or Tyson or something. And then he remembered – the loser kid from the rental store. It was him.
"Dude!" Tyson said angrily, "What's your problem?"
"What's my problem?" Ian replied, just as angrily. "What's your problem? Why the hell are you following me in that taxi outfit?"
"Arghh! It's not an outfit, it's a costume. My boss makes me wear it!" Tyson threw his arms in the air in exasperation. Then he pointed an accusing finger at Ian, "And your rental is overdue."
Bryan stepped forward. "Why didn't you just call or something?" He totally did not understand what was going on. Was Tyson like, stalking them this whole time, just because the rental was overdue? What the hell?
"Arghh!" Tyson growled again. "I did! And I sent a fax!"
"Wait," Ian said, remembering the whole traumatic episode in the bathroom. "That was you?"
"Yeah, man," said Tyson. "Now, will you please just give me the video so I can get on with my sorry life?"
"Uhh.. we broke it." Ian said awkwardly.
Tyson tisked, and tried to fold his arms. But he couldn't quite manage it because the taxi costume he was wearing was too chunky. So he just settled for putting his hands on his hips instead, like an angry mother whose just caught their kid trying to reach the cookie jar. "Well, you're going to have to pay for it then."
Bryan and Ian simply turned their heads to Tala. Tala then rolled his eyes before sauntering lazily over to Tyson. "Look…" he said smoothly, "they destroyed your video, but you destroyed my taxi." His eyes were suddenly sharp as ice, and he held his pimp cane in Tyson's face threateningly. "So, how about this. You call off that little rental fee and enter into my service, swearing an oath to work for the rest of your life to pay for a new one, and we'll call it even, hmm?"
Bryan and Ian watched uncomfortably as Tyson began to sweat and blush and hyperventilate under the power of the pimp cane. Poor Tyson, Bryan thought now that he was familiar with the powers of the pimp cane, he's never going to get over that.
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"Hey… Bryan?" Ian called out. It was later that same night, and the two team mates were now tucked comfortably into their beds (courtesy of the recently enslaved Tyson) and ready for a good night's sleep.
"Argh, not again, Ian. If you –"
"No no no, I'm not scared, Bryan. It's just... thanks man. For helping me out."
"Hm. No problem." Bryan then rolled over and snuggled a little deeper into his favourite Twilight bed sheets, entering effortlessly into his much needed beauty sleep with a little smile on his face.
Ian himself rolled over, and began to dream. Ian dreamed that he was walking down a rough city street at night. He was wearing a long trench coat, a detective style hat, and he was playing with a snake shaped lighter in his hand.
People said this city was pretty tough. But Ian was tougher.
As he walked down the street, he passed a taxi that was parked on the curb. It was tall, and black, and the license plate said one name: Snakes. Smirking, Ian placed the lighter in his pocket and got into the British taxi. He then put it in drive and began to ride down the street, ready to search out for any bad guys that needed their ass kicking, courtesy of a certain purple headed tough guy and his trusty automobile.
A/N: Well, here's the end of this little episode for Ian. Pretty short, I know, but I just felt like the previous chapter would have been TOO long in comparison to the others if I'd put it there.
Anyway, lol at Tyson, now he's just another one of Tala's bitches along with Kai. Hmm, I wonder if they'll form a revolt against the tyranny of Tala and his pimp cane? Who knows? O: