MonkeyLucy: Okay, I'm just gonna back away slowly and NEVER give you a cookie again... Random person, no annoying ML! And I hope you continue to enjoi this as I post new chapters! Oh, look! Here's one now! :)
KowalSkip9: Was it really a cliffhanger? Wow. And the birthday shout-out? I do that to all my friends and family members in a chapter :) And thank you for adding this story as your favorite! :) And the story and author alert! :) Thanks!
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GrandOldPenguin: I'm so glad you liked my story so far! In chapter one, I was a little nervous to post, but I pulled through! I know humanized fics aren't really popular and alot of people don't read them, but I like writing humanized fics. Alot of my stories will be humanized, I just hope the viewers don't mind too much! ^^" And I'm so happy to get your praise! You're such an awesome writer, and I'll try to fix the spelling errors! I'm doin the best I can! And thank you for the author alert :) I like the title too, but not this one. Got any ideas for a new title for this story? I'm not a big fan of it...
I caught a MAJOR mistake in the last chapter: {The African American nodded. "Of course. Be safe!" he shouted as they stepped out of the plaza. Marlene and Private smiled, Kowalski nodded, and Skipper and Rico just ignored him, hoping to leave before "Ringtail" showed up.} I am SO sorry for that. I used Kowalski's name instead of Skyla, please just overlook that! Sorry!
Kristen: Alright, I posted the last chapter, and like, twenty minutes later, there's already a review! Plus I've got seven reviews in all! Eep! I'm so happy! *smiles* And, again, I would like to direct everyone to my profile for background info on the characters of this story!
Skipper: Alright, enough of the blabbering. Time to get on with the story!
Skyla: Relax, Skipper. She's excited.
Private: Now we get to hear Kristen's story in this chapter!
Marlene: And Skyla thinks alot in this one.
Skipper: When does she NOT think?
Skyla: *pulls out clipboard* Well, there's sleep... carry the two...
Skipper: Nevermind.
Rico: *snickers*
Kristen: Alrighty! On with the chapter! Enjoi!
DISCLAIMER: If I owned PoM, there would be more girls in the show, and there would be darker themes to it. P.S. That's my way of saying I don't own PoM.
*-KTKK-*
"It all began when I turned eighteen," Kristen began. "My father wanted connections with the mafia; he's smart, not a fighter, so he needed men ta work fer and protect him. They only wanted one thang: me. They said that if I worked fer them, they would give my father 200 men. I should be flattered 'cuz I figured out that that's an even trade for 100 women, but all I feel is bitter. My father didn't care about me; he proved that by trading me like an item. And I became one. I'm your traditional stripper, but I don't wanna be. I thought about goin to the police, so they could help me, but B- MY MASTER found out and threatened to kill my father. I know he doesn't care about me, nor is he proud a' me because I didn't show an intrest in WHAT HE DOES, but he's still my father, and I can't let him get hurt. So here I am. Still a stripper."
They all felt sorry for the girl. Skipper was confused, though. "I hope I don't sound rude, but what does this have to do with Dr. Blowhole?"
"Oh, I fergot to mention," she said, then she pouted. "Promise not ta judge? I swear I'm not like my father!"
"We won't, we promise," Marlene said, smiling at her. Private, Rico, and Skyla smiled and Skipper nodded, looking her in the eye.
"Blowhole's my father."
"Honestly, I'm not that surprised," Skyla said. "You have family resemblance." She spit out "family resemblance" like it was poison.
"I'm not surprised, either," Skipper said, but still gave her a suspicious look. Rico glared at her. Marlene and Private just stared, trying to grasp what they just heard.
"Well, why did ya need information on him?"
"Would you be willing to take us to him?"
"Anythang to get out a' this hellhole. Why?"
"We're planning to take him down."
"Excellent."
"Excellent?" Skyla asked. "He's your father!"
"Only by blood." She gave her a blank look. "A father is a person that cares fer ya and raises ya. Blowhole did neither. He ain't my father. He's an enemy that needs ta be taken down."
Skyla was shocked, thinking about it. Her father was never nice to her, just like this "Kristen" girl, but did that mean Skipper was her father? He DID raise her, and care for her. But he was more like a big brother...
"I like the way you think!" Skipper said with a smile, breaking her out of her thoughts. "Let's get out of here."
They all walked out the door, but not before Kristen gave the bartender a peck on the cheek, then left.
"Are you and the bartender... you know...?" Marlene asked.
"Oh, no! There's quite an age difference between the two a' us!" she said, laughing. "No, he's my REAL father, the one that cares fer me. Plus, he don't let the guys at the bar get TOO rough."
Marlene laughed. "Well, I'm happy you found someone to confide in. Oh, and before I forget, why were you so... over zealous when we first met?"
Kristen shrugged. "I saw some men, thought they were customers. I'm the DITZY stripper, so I gotta act that way or my master will be on my case. Good eye, Marlene."
Marlene smiled. "Thanks."
They walked in silence through the New York streets before Skipper finally had enough. "Where are we going?"
Kristen blinked. She had just realized she was leading them. "Oh, uh, he has an abandoned warehouse near Coney Island that he hangs around frequently. I think it would be best that we start our search there."
Skipper grinned. "Rico..."
Rico smiled, knowing the tone in his leader's voice. He stepped out in front of a car, waiting for it to stop.
Kristen gasped. "Rico!"
She tried to run after him, but Skyla grabbed her arms. When she looked at her in confusion, she shook her head. "He knows what he's doing." But she couldn't help but hope her boyfriend didn't hurt himself.
The car, which she realized was a black SUV, stopped right in front of Rico. The driver stepped out, glaring at Rico.
"Hey! What the hell, man?" he shouted.
Skyla snuck around the car and got in the front seat. Skipper led Marlene and Kristen to the back while Private got in the front seat. Rico jumped past the man and into the back when he saw the group in the SUV. He grinned at the cussing man as they sped past him.
"So, tell me 'bout yerselves," Kristen said, particularly looking at Rico. He hadn't said much, and she was curious. She thought he was cute, very cute, and wanted to get to know him better. She gave him a flirty smile, which he ignored.
"Well," Marlene started, "Skipper and Rico are taken, so back off."
Kristen blinked at the bluntness, but brushed it off with a Cheshire grin. "Oh? Didn't really take them fer the gay type, but, oh well."
The car suddenly jerked. A flustered Skyla regained control of the SUV. Skyla was glancing at Rico through the rearview mirror, amused but mad, Private was supressing giggles, Marlene was giggling, Rico looked ready to punch something, Skipper's face was red with humiliation and anger, and Kristen was smirking in triumph, a glint in her right eye. So he was taken. Okay then, plenty of more guys.
"We. Are. Not. Gay!" Skipper shouted.
Marlene calmed down enough to talk. "Yeah, I-I meant, Rico has a girlfriend named Skyla, and Skipper has a girlfriend named Marlene."
Kristen smiled. "How sweet."
"Well, what about you?" Private said, looking back at Kristen. "Any serious relationships?"
She rolled her eyes. "Never really had time fer it."
"Oh, okay!" Private said, smiling.
Skyla glared back at Kristen. She saw the flirty looks pointed at Rico. Plus her heritage was against her. She never liked Blowhole, probably hating him more than Skipper. Blowhole had made advances on her in the past, claiming she was his TYPE: smart, young, and pretty. She was disgusted; she had Rico, why did she need a crazy doctor?She had a crazy pyromaniac to watch out for. She never told anyone, but they were starting to get suspicious. Blowhole always separated her from the others if they were captured, or only capturing her. He always made sure that she didn't make contact with the team because a) she could help them come up with a plan, and b) he didn't want to get mauled by Rico. He knew of their relationship, but that never stopped him.
"Watch out, Skyla!"
Skyla veered back onto the road, blushing. She thanked Private for telling her that she was slowly making her way to the pedestrians.
She needed to focus. They were getting closer and closer to Blowhole, and she needed to think of a plan. One that would stop Blowhole for good.
*-KTKK-*
Kristen: A friend of mine in real life asked why I made Blowhole like Skyla (I always have her read my chapters and stories before I post them), and I just want to say that they could make a nice couple if Skyla wasn't with Rico.
Rico: *growls and grabs Skyla protectively*
Kristen: Calm down, Rico. Skyla will be okay at the end of this story and (mostly) untouched by Blowhole.
Skyla: *gulps* Mostly?
Kristen: *waves hand* Eh, nothin to worry about. You'll be fine.
Skipper: She better be.
Marlene: Where's Private?
Kristen: Oh, her? She's browsing through FF on my other iPod right now.
Skipper: Those stories are sensored... Right?
Kristen: *sweatdrops* Uh... Mostly?
Skipper: *runs off while screaming his head off* Patricia Goldson! Get off of that iPod right now!
Everyone:...
Kristen: Well, I guess I'll see ya next time? Maybe Private won't be too scarred from the horrors... Skyla! Get that amnesia spray, now!
Oranges and smiles!
*-KTKK-*