Chapter Nineteen part two
(Hey, y'all!
I really hate to say this but…it's almost to the end of the story.
But don't worry! There will be more stories after this!
Anyway, here is the second part of chapter nineteen!
Enjoy the story and life as it goes!
-imaginarytoon1
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Beatrice:
After telling Lexi one last time to stay hidden in the laundry basket and closing the lid, Ray and I got out the closet really carefully.
"Chere, I'll distract the weasels and you run!" Ray whispered. "Evangeline and I would still help you out."
"Be careful, Ray." I whispered back.
Then, Ray flew away and as the first one minute and six seconds of Sweet Dreams (by Emily Browning) began to play in my head, I slipped out of my parents' bedroom. Things were awfully quiet.
I think it's time to play the cat-and-mouse game. I thought. Lexi shouldn't be chased around by the Toon Patrol. I'm going to play the mouse from now on. It's ten-forty nine at night. To go into the city, it would usually take me and my family five minutes but if we have to go the hospital, it would take us thirty minutes, depending on traffic. This is what I'm going to do. I continued to think. The Toon Patrol and I would play the cat-and-mouse game, then I'll take a shortcut, make the Toon Patrol lose track of me, run to the hospital, and if I can make it, I'll wake up. After that, the Toon Patrol would never bother me or Tommy again.
I was really close to the front door when I noticed something weird about the living room. It was Tommy's paintball gun. It wasn't on the spot where I dropped it on the living room floor. I'm guessing that one of the weasels picked it up after breaking into the house.
Unfortunately, there's no time for me—
All of the sudden, I began to smell smoke. Cigarette—Uh oh.
"You got guts, Birchwood." Wheezy said to me.
Sweet Dreams faded into silence and Abraham's Daughter began to play in my head after I abruptly turned to Wheezy and we began to walk in a circle, as if we were in a boxing ring.
Immediately after ten seconds of staring and walking in a circle, Wheezy pulled out his tommy gun out of thin air. I ducked down after he pulled the trigger. Bullets were flying into the walls, ruining the couches, Dad's comfy chair, breaking family portraits, and they nearly hit me.
Like I was a part of ninja movie, I did some forward rolls on the floor, grabbed a throw pillow for protection, and threw it at Wheezy. While he stumbled, I ran to the front door and ran out of the house. I turned to my right and I heard the siren from the Toon Patrol police car blaring after running down thirty feet down the street.
"STOP IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!" Smarty shouted.
I didn't want to stop and I continued to run. I knocked down a trash can and two wooden crates full of milk bottles. The bottles crashed, the trash can banged and the siren blared.
The car…I'm guessing it's a paddy wagon…was screeching rather loudly after I turned to a corner to the left. I was taking a short cut. I was heading to my high school. That's where I'm going to get the weasels mixed up and lose track of me.
The good thing about my school is that it's a big three story building (it's like an 'H' if you were looking at pictures in a bird's-eye view) and a couple of the doors aren't always locked when it's closing time. But the bad thing is that my school has too many windows and it's going to be a challenge.
"Come on, Beatrice. You're almost there!" I said to myself.
The paddy wagon sounded like it was getting closer and closer every time I turned left or right. I would run so fast while going down a corner that I have to skid to a stop and run again.
I see my school but a giant field of corn becomes a time-wasting obstacle to me.
There's no way that a giant patch of my favorite side dish is going to stop me! I thought.
I took off in to the patch of corn field and I even heard the Toon Patrol driving through the patch and stalks and ears of corn were getting knocked down as I run in a zig-zag.
I can't stay at the school too long. I thought as I ran. I just need to stay there for a few minutes until the Toon Patrol will lose track of me.
Finally, I made it out of the corn field and I grabbed a giant rock. When I made it to the front doors of the school, with all of my strength, I threw the rock and the glass in the doors broke in to bits.
"Don't you dare, Birchwood!" Smarty shouted from a long distance.
I got inside the school and I ran up to the third floor. Because of my mixture of terror and courage, I ran up to the third floor with ease and I didn't run out of breath or anything like that.
If you're wondering why I ran to the first floor and if you believe that I broke a rule on surviving a horror movie, I would like to say that I am kind of using and breaking a rule while trying to lose the Toon Patrol.
Anyway, after I stopped on the third floor, I watched the Toon Patrol walk in to the school from the window. They didn't see or catch me on the third floor at first but Wheezy caught me and aimed his tommy gun at me.
As the bullets began to hit the glass, I ran to the next available staircase. I ran down to the second floor and turned to my left. I ran down to the cafeteria and all of the sudden, I tripped and fell down a long flight of stairs. After I landed on the bottom of the staircase, I got back on my feet and went to the exit.
That should buy me some time. I thought. Real world, here I come!
I ran back outside and through the corn field. This time, after running through the cornfield, I came back to the same corner (where I turned before coming to the school) and I turned to my right. I'm going to the city.
As I ran, another thought bubble appeared before my eyes and the image was slowly going from blurry to high-definition. I am still in the hospital room with cushions for walls. I am running around the room and Tommy watches me. After I bump in to one of the walls, I fall down on my back and I stop moving.
Come on, Beatrice! Wake UP! Tommy called to me in the real world.
Then, a clock shows up over my head in the real world.
It said '11:20'.
I really need to hurry.
Then, the familiar blaring siren started to go off again and the Toon Patrol began to gain on me again.
"STOP WHERE YOU ARE, BIRCHWOOD!" Smarty called.
"NO! I'M! NOT!" I exclaimed.
I continued to run. Even though I am getting a little tired of running, I still continue to run because I don't have a lot of time. If the weasels continue to stop me, then I won't be able to make it to the hospital and I'll be teleported to Toon Town.
"ARE YOU TIRED, BIRCHWOOD?" Wheezy called to me.
"NO!" I shouted.
Then, I heard gunshots. Like a rabbit getting chased by a fox, I began to run in a zig-zag formation and I would narrowly miss the bullets. I'm not a Toon but I can run really fast.
I turn my head at the Toon Patrol and their speeding paddy wagon and I frowned.
"SERIOUSLY!" I shouted. "LOSE THE GUNS!"
Then, I turned to another corner and the Toon Patrol made a very sharp turn towards me, nearly hitting a tall building.
I turned to another corner and I continued to run down the street. I don't know if Smarty is shooting at me but if he is, then the only thing that I would like to say about that is…I hope that Smarty's gun will run out of ammo because I am a little dizzy from running in a zig-zag formation. It has too many lefts and rights.
"Give it up, Birchwood!" Flasher yelled. "I can see that you're wearing down!"
"No! I'm! NOT!" I exclaimed.
I turned to an alley in between Mr. T's Pawn Shop and Mr. Dismal's Photography Co. After running for forty-five more seconds, I ran in to a wall and I fell down on my back. I heard the Toon Patrol slam their brakes on the paddy wagon and as I got up slowly, I watched the Toon Patrol backing up their pa—I'm just going to say 'car'—I mean, their car and blocked the entrance of the alley.
Psycho giggled an insane giggle after he and the other weasels…probably except Sleazy…got out of the car. They lined up into a horizontal line and began to close in the space, leaving me trapped like a rat.
As the weasels walk slowly like a tiger getting ready to pounce on their prey, they began to say things that would make a victim, which I am right now, look around like crazy for an exit, a shortcut, or maybe a miracle.
"Give it up, Birchwood." Smarty said. "There's nowhere else to run."
"Nowhere else to go." Wheezy said and blew out a cloud of smoke.
"Nowhere to hide." Flasher and Slimy said in unison.
"Escape is impossible." Smarty said.
'Impossible' echoed in my mind at least three times and then, I suddenly remembered what Smarty said and what I learned about dreams. In dreams, all sorts of impossible things can happen. Many laws of life aren't applied in dreams, like humans can fly or transform in to shapes, and even the law of gravity isn't applied and is defied in your mental fantasy world.
Maybe I can walk on walls in this dream. I thought. I have to try it out right now. I don't have a lot of time! It's now…or NEVER!
I turned to my right, lifted my right foot, and placed it on the wall. I took a deep breath and lifted my left foot. To my surprise, my feet acted like they were glued to the wall and I stand on the wall like it was a sidewalk.
I heard the Toon Patrol gasp in shock and I immediately began to run up the wall of a two and a half-floor building and didn't stop to think twice after going back to my typical vertical standing position. I ran to another building and like it was a game of hopscotch, I jumped up and landed on the roof of the other building in front of me.
With the help from my mild bird's-eye view of the city, I began to look around the city. For a few minutes, I didn't see the hospital until I looked up. I wasn't looking up at the sky. I was looking at what's in front of me. I saw the hospital.
Immediately after running and jumping from building to building, a thought bubble appeared before my eyes and an image of the clock in that bubble tells me that it's eleven-forty five. I'm almost to the hospital.
When I came across the last roof of the last building in the city, the thought bubble dissolved in to nothing and I jumped off of the building. After landing, I hid behind the wall and waited. I know that the Toon Patrol will coming out of random places and come right after me.
Those weasels don't know where I am right now. I thought. That should be good.
Carefully, I walked away from the building and looked behind to see if Smarty or the other weasels were following me or ready to pop out from the building. Although there were no weasels in sight, I took off running to the hospital.
Keep going, Beatrice. I thought. You're almost to the hospital. The only few things to do right now is run, hope for the best, and try not to get caught by the Toon Patrol.
As soon as I arrived at the hospital, I ran to the side and another thought bubble appeared before my eyes and a new image began to display itself. In the image, the view was in third-person. I, in the real world, am still in the room with the cushion walls and something catches my attention on the top right side of the room. A bright light was shining down from the top right side and something tells me that in one spot of the room, there is a window on the ceiling and it's the only way to get to myself in the real world and wake up.
After the bubble disappeared, I walked to the bottom of a fire escape that I didn't notice before walking to the side of the building. Abraham's Daughter still played in my head as I climb up to the roof. There was still no sign of the Toon Patrol.
Are they really lost? I thought as I climbed up the second ladder of the fire escape.
What if Smarty ran away in defeat? I thought after climbing up to the fourth ladder of the fire escape.
Is the Toon Patrol really going to make this ending too easy for me? I thought after climbing the last ladder and walked to a giant square shape thing.
It was the window of my room!
I made it! I thought.
I was about to open the latch of the window when my hand was nearly blown away…by a bullet.
"That's enough, Birchwood." Smarty said. "This is where you stop."
"No!" I exclaimed. "This is where I finish my dream and wake up."
"NO," Wheezy said. "You're going to Toon Town and that's that!"
"You're going to Toon Town and I'm not letting you wake up!" Smarty exclaimed and walked over to me with his pistol in his hand.
"Smarty, I made a deal with you!" I exclaimed. "I told you that if I win the challenge, then I can go back home. I won the challenge and there is nothing that you can do to stop me!"
"It's eleven-fifty five and I would like to 'minnish' this fight !" Smarty exclaimed and pulled out his pistol.
"I would also like to say that before I started the second part of the challenge, I said that I didn't come to spit in your face or fight. I don't want to fight you, Smarty."
Then, Smarty clicked the hammer of his pistol.
"That's enough, Birchwood!" He exclaimed and started to walk towards me.
I backed away from Smarty as he walked forward. I was heading straight towards the window.
When my heels bumped into the latch of the window, I looked back and down at it and I saw that my real world-self was in the perfect spot. I was going to jump back into myself.
"Say 'good night', Birchwood." Smarty said with an evil grin.
"Goodbye, Smarty." I said.
Then, like one of those 'do you trust me' falls, I fell back on the window. Like a ghost flying through walls, my dream-self fell through the window as Smarty yelled 'NOOOOOOOOOO'. As I continued to fall, I glanced back at my real world-self and I saw that I was lying flat on my back.
"Hasta la vista, Smarty" were my last words before I landed in my body with a loud, slow motion-like THUD.
My world flashed with a bright white light and then, it went black.