Author's (Xenolord) Note: Evil Teachers For the Win!

Chapter Three:

Passengers & Places (Evil Version)


Dark Angel, or DA to her fellow Battleon High teaches knew her as, looked over a check list as Flame, her closest and dearest friend, and Xenolord, their creepy, perverse companion, loaded the back of Xenolord's car with supplies and things of the entertainment kind, preparing for their trip across country to stalk a group of kinds like a trio of child p-

"-ortable Generator?" DA called, reading one of their listed items off. Xeno walked from the garage, lugging a medium-sized generator on his back.

"Checkers." He muttered, putting it on the floorboard of the trunk. DA made the apporpirate check mark on the list.

"Well... with that, all that's left is the Num Nums." DA muttered.

" 'Num Nums'?" Xenolord and Flame asked simultaniously.

"Yea.. food? Eatables... munchies?" DA Muttered again. "Whatever you wanna call 'em."

"Is 'food' seriously, THAT hard for you to say, DA?" Flame asked, rummaging around the garage.

"No. So, what's the plan, Xeno?" DA asked. Xenolord, like Flame, was looking through his garage for anything they may need.

"The plan is simple. We hit the road... I've already planted a tracking beacon on them, so..."

"Wait... two questions."

"What?" Xeno asked exhausted from the interruption.

"Where did you get a tracking beacon, and where did you PUT it?" Xenolord shrugged.

"Tracking Beacons aren't all that hard to make. They just give off a signal, and you set up a receive to show it's location. Like a GPS." He answered nonchalantly. "As for where I put it..." He laughed slightly. "Somewhere they'll never find it."

-With the Travelers-

"Uh, guys..." Rayne muttered. "Why is there an unusually large bulge in my pants?"

-Back with the Teachers-

"Rayne's PANTS!?"

"Oi! I hooked it to her DS! It looks just like her battery extension, she'll never know!" Xeno explained, waving the whole thing off. He continued with the explination. "When they stop to get a Hotel, we stop in the same place, get a room, and wait... when they arrive at their destination..." He stood, drawing a large, high calibre sniper rifle from a nearby pile of junk, hiking the behemoth onto his shoulder. "We take them out!" DA and Flame stared at him with a look of shocked horror. "Hey, DA, hand me that Rifle Bag, would you... been meaning to put this thing away for ages."

"You mean you're not gonna..."

"Gonna what?" He looked at the rifle. "Oh, OH, no... no no no no no... I'm crazy, not homicidal... No, just gonna put Daisy here away." He put the rifle into the bag and leaned it against the door. "That everything packed?" Xeno asked. DA did one final check of the list.

"Y... yea, that's it." She looked up as Xenolord picked the sniper rifle back up, stuffing it into the truck. "XENO!"

"What?! Falconreach has THE best shooting range in the country! I wanna see!"

"If you shoot ANY of the kids, I'll jam that thing up your rear and blow your colon out your mouth!"

"I'm not gonna shoot the kids! God, where is the trust..." He turned his attention back to the gun. "Should I bring the 2x scope... or the 10x..."

"XENO!" DA shouted again. "Now is not the time!"

"Yea... you're right... I'll bring both!" He smiled, ran back inside and came out with two rifle scopes, throwing them into the rifle case, DA facepalming the whole way. "Who's driving, by the way?"

"All of us. We'll switch every three hours. Xeno, you're first." Flame replied.

"Why me?"

"You're car." Xenolord simply shrugged and agreed, pulling his keyes out. The trio got into the car and they sped off, only mere moments behind the pack of kids they were following. As they drove, all that could be heard from the open windows was:

"WHY IS THE CARAMELLDANSEN THE ONLY SONG ON THIS CD!?" Came Flame's voice could be heard fix blocks down.

"Hey, sorry, Flame. You didn't let me get my CD's outta the house.

"YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN THEM WHEN YOU WERE GETTING YOUR SCOPES!" She looked behind her to see DA happily dancing the song in the back seat. "Don't encourage him, DA!"

"I love this song!" Flame, defeated, slammed her head against the glove box.

"This idea is starting to seem less and less intelligent the more I'm stuck with these two schmucks..."

"So, I'm thinkin' that we'll alternate myself, then DA, then Flame, then back to me, givin' each of us about... six hours of down time... Sound good?"

"Can I change CD's?"

"Sorry. Don't have any others."

"Can we stop and buy more at the next Music Store we pass?"

"Sure."

-Two hours and three music stores passed later.-

"You missed ANOTHER one!! What the hell, Xeno!"

"Oops." He replied with a chuckle, DA still dancing the Caramelldansen in the back.

"Okay, there's another one. Turn here... turn here... turn! Turn!" She shouted, as the store zoomed past. Slamming her head onto the glove box, Xeno grinned.

"Oops." He muttered.

"Xeno... I think I hate you." Xeno smiled at this.

"Yea. Yea, I know..." He put his hand on her shoulder and rubbed slightly. "I love you too, Flame." Xenolord watched the car he'd been following pull into a resturant. "Flame... Now's you're chance... The kids are pulling into that resturant. I'll pull into a music store, DA, I want you to get out and keep an eye on them." DA's dancing stopped instantly, and she became quite serious.

"Check." Xeno pulled a drive through into the parking lot as DA got out. "Oh..." She muttered as she got out. "What do you two want?"

"Oh... uh... salad and a ice cream." Xeno replied.

"Get me a chicken sandwich."

"Right." She halfway closed the door, but reopened it. "Anything to drink?"

"Oh... I... I dunno... get me a Cherry Coke... I dunno, I'm probably not even gonna drink it..."

"I'll second that." Flame replied.

"Right." DA half closed the door again, and popped her head in. "Are we all paying seperatly?"

"Yea." Xeno replied.

"Right." Half closing the door again, she asked again. "Any table preference?"

"Not really."

"Right." You know what happened now... "Booth or table?"

"GO!" Xeno shouted.

"Oh, right.." She snapped her fingers, pointing at him. "Check, goin'." She ran inside.

"Ai chi wa wa..." Xeno groaned, pulling out into the road to the Planet Stereo across the road.

-Inside Planet Stereo-

"...I don't care what I get, as long as it's not the freakin' Caramelldansen!" She shouted, raking several CD's off the rack into a handbasket.

"Must be some kinda fetish..." A rather creepy looking woman with sharp red eyes and dark green hair muttered as she passed with a woman in an elaborate red dress with dark red hair.

"Hey, Flame... care to... ya know... NOT yell at the top of your lungs?" Xeno asked, reading a newspaper. He stared at the headline... "INNOCENT? Son of a-..." He read the report. "Hey, Flame, check this out... Remember that soldier who went bat-shit last week?"

"The one who killed her entire unit and commanding officer? Yea, why?"

"They found her innocent." He pulled the newspaper over so she could see. Flame did a read-over on the paper.

"Wow... talk about luck..."

"Yea... Anyways, you buyin' them?"

"Yes. I refuse to listen to the caramelldansen any more..." Xeno's phone rang. He opened it.

"Yes?"

"Guys.. we've got a problem..." DA's voice came over the reciever. "They're leaving..."

"How's that a problem? We've got the tracking beacon, remember?"

"What's the proper term... uh.. they're heading to your location..."

"Yea... that is a problem. Hide." He told Flame, who ducked behind one of the music stands.

"So... how do we get out of this, then?" Flame muttered.

"Do me a favor, would you?" Xeno asked.

"What?"

"Can you tell me if they're any cameras looking at us?" Flame took a look around.

"One, but it's facing away."

"Good." Xeno ginned, taking a peek around the corner, watching Maria, Natalya, Rayne and Lizzie walk into the music store. He crept around the side of the shelf, where a red box sat. Taking hold of the red bar on the box labeled "FIRE ALARM" he grinned once more to Flame. "Watch... and learn." He pulled.