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Okay, before we start I have a challenge for you guys. You get to pick one of two things but the pairings stay the same. You can either:
Make a fan fiction about Noah/Cody Seventeen Forever by Metro Station. It doesn't have to be a song fic. If you don't want it too. The story just has to be based off the song. No one's allowed to sing.
Or….
You can make a Noah/Cody fan fiction using the song Story of a Girl. Again, it doesn't have to be a song fic. But this time I was prefer if it was. And, no, Noah isn't allowed to sing.
This is a challenge for anyone willing to do it. If you do the challenge, please PM me or say you'll do it in your review.
Anyway, I've stalled long enough so let's get going on part 2 of 3.
I tensed as Chef made his way toward me. I'm not about to let my secret go discovered easily. I will go kicking and screaming damn it! As the, crook- I mean, cook known as Chef grabbed my arm and hauled me off the floor, I started to struggle, getting in a few good kicks into his stomach. He winced but Chef's grip only got stronger. He used his free hand to clutch my other arm, effectively lifting me off the floor beneath my feet.
I only struggled harder, kicking and screaming though I don't think he understood since it was in Spanish. He tried to move me further into the room but I got a good kick to his shin and the big lug stumbled backward. Amazingly, there was an open window behind us and, somehow, Chef managed to actually fall through it, out of the Mess Hall and out of view.
Taking a chance as Chef's grip weakened, I thrashed harder and actually bit the large man a few times. Okay, maybe more than a few…..10 at the most, happy now? I always had a thing for biting people who annoyed me.
Unfortunately, Chef had something up his sleeve. Literally. I couldn't see what happened since I face the opposite of Chef but I felt a pain to my neck and blacked out.
When I re-awoke only 2 minutes later…..it was less than pleasant. My head hurt, my wrist were tied behind my back, I was wearing a muzzle, and, best of all, I was in a cage. That combo was never good.
I was still outside but the large cage I was sitting in seemed to be moving. I, with some struggle, managed to move my aching head and look around. Chef was pulling the cage I was in inside the mess hall. It seemed he was having a hard time due to his right arm though. It was covered with bite marks, most of which were bleeding. Serves him right.
We were just about in the Mess Hall, but I didn't bother lying down again. The campers would find out sooner or later anyway.
As Chef gave the cage I was in one last tug, I could see the other campers staring. They apparently had some questions about my situation.
"Why is Cody in a cage?" That was Bridgette, the ever curious blonde.
Chef grunted in response. "He tried to fight back."
Harold was next. "What I wanna know is why is he wearing a muzzle?"
Holding up his bleeding arm for all to see, Chef answered with only that. It wasn't hard to see the others found that the damaged arm caused by me was hard to believe. Chris, on the other hand, found this to be expected.
"Man, Chef, I didn't know it'd be that bad. Someone get rabies shot over here, along with some bandages and disinfectant, stat!"
"I don't have rabies." I snapped through the muzzle, which made it rather hard to talk.
"You can't be too careful, man. You did bight the guy about 8 times." The bastard replies casually.
"Screw you!" I growled in response. It was only a matter of time. One more minute, just one more second until they noticed. Maybe if I was lucky, they wouldn't notice. Yeah, maybe-
"Holy shit! What happened to your back!?!?"
Maybe I wasn't lucky and misery loved me. I sighed and glanced in behind of me, where the scream had come from, before looking at the floor again. Ah Gwen, the unemotional got girl, observant as always. Of course she'd notice first. She's an artist, has an eye for detail.
I didn't bother taking my eyes off the ground when I answered. "Evidence of sin." Weren't expecting that, huh? "And, no, not my sin." I could practically feel their stares burning holes into me. I wanted to be anywhere but here. Just crawl into a hole and die or something. I wouldn't mind right now. The reason Gwen screamed about my back is because of the scars. Yes, scars. It's plural. I've seen them in the mirror. The jagged, dark lines start at my shoulder blades down to my lower back. It ends abruptly there. I've seen the scars. They're hideous and hold painful memories, though I've only had them for about a year.
"So, how'd you get them?" I snapped my head up at the words. It was Noah. I really hadn't expected anyone to actually talk to me at the moment, let alone Noah….No offense. He just doesn't seem to be the type.
It didn't seem that Bridgette approved, if the loud cry of "Noah!" was anything to go by. I didn't really mind.
"No, it's fine. Really. I'll tell you. But first…Can someone get this thing off my face?" It was starting to hurt. Chris, who'd been unreasonably quiet, gave a gesture to Chef.
"I am not going near that demon that has a thing for biting."
Rolling his eyes, Noah got up from where he sat to my right. He kneeled down and reached through the bars. After messing with the strap of the muzzle for a second, the muzzle fell from my face.
"Thanks, and also, Chef, I'm not a demon. Funny…" I said. "You actually sounded like my dad when you said that, though." Bitterly, I gave a slight laugh. I turned my head to face Noah, who'd gone back to his seat. "Long story short, I was stabbed in the back. Literally. I don't know who did it. Still, can't say I really blame them to much since I probably know why."
Raising an eyebrow, the egghead responded with a blank face. It seems that last comment didn't startle him like everyone else holding their breath. "Why wouldn't you blame them? I'd be pretty mad."
"Never said I wasn't, I just said I didn't blame them."
Another quick come back was my answer. "Why?"
It was my turn to smirk, looking away. "That is for me to know and you to never find out about." My expression darkened and my voice turned to a whisper. "No one should." And here's strike two.
I can't take being here much longer. I want out of the cage and to be alone for a bit. I've already spoken too much anyway. Trouble is what this'll bring me, that's for sure. I let my gaze fall across the room. Duncan caught my look and watched as I glanced from him, to the electrical box in the corner, then back to him. The punk hesitated for a moment but then nodded slightly. He was going to help get me out of this dumb cage, but I couldn't do it with just him. I set my look back to Noah. He'd observed the exchange between Duncan and I so understood what I meant when I gestured to the ropes. He nodded and while everyone was still pondering what I said, or in shock still, slid out of his seat and into the kitchen before anyone could notice. After a moment he appeared with a small knife and was back in his seat. No one even noticed.
Glancing back to Duncan, I saw he had crept to the electrical box, which was now open, and was waiting for my signal. Odd though, since Harold was next to him, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Whatever. After one last look at Noah, I gave a gesture to Duncan to cut the power. He immediately turned and ripped out all the cables in the box. The lights flickered for a moment before suddenly burning out, successfully incasing the Mess Hall in inky black.
Yes, that was uneventful for making you guys wait but it was needed. The next, and last, chapter will be longer and actually have something. So, yes, you will get the pairings. But, if you've read some of my other stories and looked at my fave. list, then you knows I'm not a big fan of happily ever after. But there will be the Noah/Cody and that bit of D/H in this, so don't worry. Hopefully I get the next chap. up soon since I just did all the major projects already as well as tests at school. Sorry 'bout this chap. I'll probably go back and fix it later. No flames.