Well, folks, you did it. You waited all that time, and now another chapter is up. :) Let's throw a super-happy-dance-party to celebrate! Yay!
Poor Heloise is stuck in a bus with Chuck and Beezy, forced to endure however long it takes to get from one town to the other. WILL SHE SURVIVE?
Probably. Because if she dies, I'll have no story.
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Chapter 3
"THE WHEELS ON THE BUS GO ROUND AND ROUND, ROUND AND ROUND, ROUND AND ROUND, THE WHEELS ON THE BUS GO ROUND AND ROUND, ALL THROUGH THE TOWN!"
"Shut up, Chuck!"
Sunlight gleamed through the bus's windows, attacking Heloise. It had been hours since her escorts had picked her up from Miseryville, giving her a heart-attack and blinding her with their bus while doing so. Her eyes still stung and her head throbbed, and the light wasn't helping.
Neither were her companions.
"THE BABY ON THE BUS GOES WHAA-WHAA-WHAA, WHAA-WHAA-WHAA, WHAA-WHAA-WHAA, THE BABY ON THE BUS GOES WHAA-WHAA-WHAA –"
"CHUCK!" Heloise roared, "If you don't shut up right now, I'm going to pop the bus's tires and KILL that baby!"
Chuck gasped in horror. "No! Don't hurt the bus!"
Beezy giggled. "Hey, Chuck! I think I know who the baby on the bus is!"
The heavy teen paused, waiting for someone to say something.
Chuck blinked.
Beezy stared.
Chuck blinked again.
Beezy stared some more.
Heloise sighed. "Finally, some sile–"
"IT'S HELOISE!" Beezy rolled out of his seat, laughing.
The little girl groaned. The entire ride had been like this: Chuck screaming about how much he loves buses, Beezy rolling all over the place, and Heloise telling them both to shut up.
"SHUT UP."
She had hoped to get some sleep on the way to Lendsville, but now she felt like an idiot for ever thinking that she could do so.
"HONK IF YOU LOVE BUSES! HONK, HONK!"
"SHUDDUP, CHUCK!"
Heloise grumbled and looked out the window, hoping for a distraction. It was only a matter of time before she gave into the stupid. They had exited the city a little over half an hour ago. The familiar sights of downtown Miseryville were gone, replaced by flowers, birds, bunny things, and an endless amount of trees. They hadn't even reached their destination yet, and already she didn't like where she was going.
As she continued to gaze out the window in silent disgust, she spotted something that caught her eye. A strange red figure seemed to be dancing around the forest…
Not really. She wasn't nearly stupid enough to believe that the figure was anything but a reflection. Growling, she snapped her head around to see Beezy galloping behind her and making faces like an idiot.
"This is Heloise, this is Heloise, this is Heloise! Ha, ha, ha!"
Heloise crossed her arms, unfazed. It wasn't unusual for Beezy to make fun of her; when he wasn't with Jimmy it seemed to be one of his many favorite pass times. Along with this, he liked to: Sleep, eat, count clouds, eat, sleep, count clouds, sleep, eat, eat while he slept, count clouds…
The guy was a loser, and Heloise had found that over the years the things he did seemed to matter less and less to her. Until his taunting got someone else involved, she didn't care.
Chuck giggled. "Yeah, I've gotta agree with you on that one, ex-best friend! Heloise is pretty stupid!" He sighed and rubbed the wheel, "I bet she wishes she was as smart as the bus…"
Heloise's jaw dropped. "I'm… I'm… PRETTY STUPID?" She snapped, face turning red, teeth growing dangerously sharp, and eyes becoming flames.
The other two cringed. Beezy turned to Chuck. "Why did you have to say that?" He whimpered.
Chuck shrugged. "Well, this is a pretty smart bus. It won an award and everything!" He held up a certificate from a pants wearing competition made to out to a guy named Larry.
Beezy stared at him.
Chuck groaned, "Alright! I drew this."
They were interrupted by the sound of metal bending. Looking up, they saw Heloise standing on the back of her seat, tearing the roof of the bus apart.
Chuck screamed. Beezy cried. Heloise continued to shriek.
"PRETTY STUPID? PRETTY STUPID?" She could no longer think, and the words quickly consumed her furious mind. In a flash of great strength, Heloise ripped off a hunk of metal and leapt down from her seat. Swinging the sharp weapon around in front of her like a mad man, she began to advance towards the pair.
"PRETTY STUPID, HUH?"
Beezy hid under his seat and continued to sob. "Don't kill us!"
Chuck was now sobbing, too. "Why are you hurting my bus? Why?"
Heloise crackled with insanity. "Because, Chuck, the bus must die…" She made a somewhat curious face as she cocked her head. "…The bus must die, and you must die along with it…"
"No!" Chuck cried, "don't hurt my bus! Hurt…" He hesitated, "…Hurt Beezy!"
"No! Don't hurt me!" Beezy threw his hands up in an effort to protect himself and ran to the back of the bus.
Chuck jumped out of his seat and ran after him. "Get back here, Beezy! You're my scapegoat! My bus-goat!"
"No, you're my… Um… You're a… Uh… No, you are!" With that, Beezy charged at the corpse, screaming in determination.
Chuck let out his own battle cry and, lowering his head like a bull, returned Beezy's charge. "FOR THE BUS!"
Their cries were enough of snap Heloise out of her trance. Dropping her weapon, she looked back at the battle that had ensued with slight confusion. "For the bus?" It suddenly dawned her that there was no one driving.
"THE BUS!" The little girl immediately hopped into the driver's seat and took the wheel. Steering the car back onto the road, she noticed that things outside were starting to look a little less cheery and a little more… Stale. She wasn't sure how, but it looked boring.
The grass was still green, but it was unusually level for a forest. The trees were all trimmed, bright, and neat. The birds had disappeared, along with most of the other animals. In fact, other than the grass and the trees, the only wildlife was a large, white dog thing. Not a wolf; they looked too domesticated to be wolves.
Heloise stopped the bus and looked back to the fight. Beezy had pinned Chuck down onto the floor and was screaming 'bus geek' as loud as he could. Chuck had somehow craned his neck around Beezy's arm so that he could bite the young devil's stomach. Heloise shook her head. Those morons.
"Yo! Chuck! When you're done kissing Beezy would you mind telling me where we are?"
Embarrassed, Chuck spat out the hunk of Beezy he was chewing on and looked up. "I only kiss my bus!"
Heloise blinked.
Untangling himself from the arms of his 'lover', Chuck stood up and looked out the window. "I'm not sure what road this is. I was told to just get on Terror Avenue and keep going straight. There's a map on the dashboard."
Heloise turned and grabbed the map. Opening it up, she began to search for Terror Ave. After finding it, she looked up and searched for a sign. She found none.
"Beezy," she said, "get out of the bus and go look for a sign that says where we are."
For a moment the teen looked like he was going to protest, and Heloise snatched up the piece of metal she had dropped and jabbed it in his direction. Beezy shut his mouth and disappeared out the door, grumbling. "I might not come back."
He returned a few minutes later scratching his belly. Heloise opened the doors and let him in. "Well," she asked, "did you find any?"
Beezy yawned. "Any what? I'm hungry."
Heloise slapped her forehead. "Why did even send you out there?" She hopped down from her seat and yanked Beezy down by the throat. "A sign! Did you see one?"
She watched the boy's expression go from pained to thoughtful. His mouth dropped, his nostrils flared, and his eyelids fell halfway shut. Heloise resisted the urge to throw up.
"Durrr…" Beezy droned. Some spittle began to drip from the side of his mouth. Heloise soon realized that despite his eyes being open, he was no longer awake.
The girl immediately slapped him, hard, jarring the devil awake. "OW! What was that for?" He asked, rubbing the side of his jaw.
"A SIGN! DID YOU SEE ONE?"
She watched the boy's expression go from pained to thoughtful.
"Oh no," she thought. "We are NOT doing this again!"
She slapped him. "OW!"
"DID. YOU. SEE. A. SIGN?" She screamed the words at him carefully, one by one, slapping him between each letter to make sure that he stayed awake.
"OUCH! You're mean!"
"SIGN! SIGN!" Heloise growled, shaking him back and forth.
"Sing? I don't wanna sing."
"SIGN!"
"I told you, I don't wanna!"
Heloise looked like she was going to kill him. "WHERE IS THE SIGN?"
"Alright, geez, calm down! If you want me to sing I'll do it." He cleared his throat. "Misery and grief, pain with no relief…"
"I'LL KILL YOU!"
"Well that's mean. I was singing for you and everything."
"AUUGGGGHHH!"
Chuck stepped in between the two. "Guys, guys, don't fight. You're sending the bus bad vibes." He turned to Heloise. "I think I know how to solve this."He turned to Beezy. "Beezy? Did you see any signs?"
Beezy smiled. "Why, yes! I did see one a little down the road," he pointed in the direction that the bus had been heading. "It said, 'Welcome to Lendsville'."
Heloise pulled on her hair and screamed. "Why didn't you say so before?"
Beezy frowned at her. "If you wanted to know, you should have asked."
She wanted to die.
Chuck got back into the driver's seat and folded up the map. "I guess we don't need this anymore! Next stop, Lendsville!"
Beezy cheered. "Yay! I did it!"
Chuck grinned. "I know! Let's sing a song to pass the time! THE WHEELS ON THE BUS GO ROUND AND ROUND, ROUND AND ROUND, ROUND AND ROUND…"
Heloise slumped down into her seat and sighed, finally giving into the stupid.
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To be continued.
NOTE: Look, I know I said they'd be going to Lendsville this time, and I'm sorry. This was just the journey. But… They did technically GO to Lendsville, right?
Next chapter. Next chapter they'll be there. I think you'll find this new town to be a very interesting place… sort of. XD
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