Post by ciryator on May 8, 2007 18:40:03 GMT -5
I grabbed Hyper by his collar and straddled him, so the shadow cast by us looked like a weird, six-legged two headed thing that breathed fire. "Grrrrlumblesmuchglup! Aaaaaeeeeeee!" My companions gave me a really odd look. "Thank you Tolkien," I whispered. Now that they knew what I was doing, they joined in. I even prodded an alligator so he would hiss. We waved our hooky-stick things for an added effect. "Shhhhhhhhhschewpissssshhhhhhsk! Lhhhheeeeeeeeeeave my doooommhain, orr hhfhhhorrrreverrrr bhhhee dhooommed!" We stopped to see what would happen. We kept waving around our arms and sticks and my torch. The footsteps stopped. We heard whispers and grunts. After what seemed hours, they started to come forward again. As they came around the bend, we saw the glint of yellow metal against dark skin. "Yep, we are in big puppy doo now." I muttered. "We'll have to fight." I said. DeBo gulped. "But I have a plan. I think."
So as the NYC gangsters rounded the bend, they saw…..
Absolutely nothing.
We had ducked behind a pile of junk, and waited. Four dudes came around the bend and looked around. There was a tall skinny one with three gold necklaces and no shirt, there was a tall fat one with a torn up used-to-be-white-now-sleeveless shirt, and there were two 'normal' looking guys, only one was like a dark brown walking-stick with tattoos for clothes. "Sometins' zup." said the fat one.
"Yeh, wut wuz dat thang?" said the short fat one. "Jus' yo magination. Les' getta wok." Can you understand what they are saying? Neither can I. "Cum on, my pritty, cum 'ere," said the tall fat one, making loud kissing noises. Just then, a huge, muscular, sharp clawed pearl-toothed she-alligator slithered out of the depths.
"Yous shur did da one da boss wants?" asked the short tattooed walking stick. "Ya, I's shur. Les go." Said the tall fat one. Then the tall skinny one said, "I wanna fin' out wha' that thang wuz. Imen, dat was no figmatation o' ma magination." Weaver gulped. I had to hold Hyper down. "we don' wanna keep da boss waitin. Uless yous wanna tell im yo self dat yous gonna stay an' 'ide, waitin, fo' a fake monsta." The tall skinny one shook his head. "goo. Now les go." Just as they were leaving, Hyper stepped on a can and it rolled out of our hiding place. I glared ice picks at him. The gangsters spun around. "I tol' yous dat wuz no magination." They stopped at the bend for a moment before slowly walking our way. The tall skinny one pulled a gun. I looked around franticly for an idea, then found one. There was a big crack in the wall we were hiding in front of be hind the pile of junk. "Go, go." I hissed. Kimo, DeBo and Weaver shuffled in. I found a big rag- maybe it used to be a rug. I'd rather not know. Well, I used it as a cloak, and took my torch and sticky thing. Hyper stood beside me as I knocked the pile of junk over, scattering it every where, disturbing the piles of alligators, making them hiss. I stood there, with my torch in one hand and stick in the other, hunching my back and hissing. Hyper showed his teeth and growled. He looked pretty scary, with his hair stuck up in spikes from the 'water'. His eyes glinted in the torch light. The four gangsters froze. "Hhhhhhhdiiiiiiiid hyyyyyooooou nnnhhhhhhhhottt hhhhhhhhheeeeeeeed my wharrrrrrrrrrninggggg?" I hissed, trying to sound like a Ring Wraith. "Who-who ar' yous?" said the tall fat one. "HhhhhhhhhhI ammmm the Lhhhhhhhord of my Dominion," I said, raising my torch and hooky stick. Hyper growled again and licked the roof of his mouth, letting his tongue scrape his glistening fangs. "hhhhhhhhyou weeeeeeeeerrre wharrrrrrrrrned. Nhhhhhhhhhhow llllllleeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhav mhhhhhhhy Dominion, or yhhhhou whillll phhhhhhay!" The tall skinny one tried to shoot, but I whacked him in the head with my sticky thing. He fell back, and the gun fell into the sewer. I waved the torch, and some flames fell to the ground. Just then the other girls came out, also wearing cloaks and waving sticks. I was pleased about that. They were hissing and screaming and breathing, "Begone from her dominion" . This was cool. I subtly angered a pile of alligators, which hissed dramatically, and writhed and swished. The gangsters started to back away. The tall fat one tried to negotiate. "Hey, yous, dis's not yo dominion, dis's da boss's, now yous jus' scoot o' outta hea, an we's'll fo'ge da who' ting…" I arched my back and stood tip-toe, raised my weapons and shrieked. "Yhhhhhou darrrrrrre thhhhhoooo deeeeeeffffy the will of the Qhhhuuuueeeeen!" as my accomplices in 'crime' shrieked as well. Hyper howled. I trembled with 'anger' and waved my torch. "Hhhhhhhhiiiiiii plant the Curse hhhhhof the Lady of the Dark! May the Spirit of the Alligator haunt your soul, for ever and eternity! Your children's children will abhor you and your kind!" as I finished, DeBo groaned, and Weaver flailed around and writhed on the ground, and Kimo stumbled in circles, all of them crying, "Cursed! Cursed! Cursed! " I waved my torch around and showered them (the gangsters, not I disagreeistants) with sparks. They took to their heels, too scared to yell. We followed at a distance, still yelling "Cursed!". After they disappeared, we all started laughing. "We're alive!!! Hallelujah!" cried. "Nice display, L2!" said DeBo. "Thanks for coming out," I said. "It added a great effect, especially with you coming out of the wall." Weaver sighed and leaned on her stick. "We better get going before they come back with reinforcements." We nodded. "Very good point." I scratched Hyper behind the ears. "And you were very convincing. When we get back, I'm going to get you the best scraps you've ever had." He squeezed up a big juicy smile. We ran down the passage and came to the partly opened man-hole. I looked up at it. "Gimmie a boost," I said to DeBo. She cupped her hands and I stepped into them like a step, jumping up into the hole. (Does that sound odd or what?)
I peeked around. It was dark, smelled like oil, and in an alley. With graffiti everywhere. I came back down. "Well, this is their headquarters all right. We'd better move fast." I threw the torch into a drain. Weaver was the first to go up, then me, then Hyper then DeBo. After we put the cover exactly where we found it, I shook my self. "Okay, run! We do not want to be within ten miles of any gangs- especially at night." I held onto my stick and took off. As we rounded the corner, I ran slam into the thug who we scared off minutes before. Only this time he had like 10 other dudes with him. I blinked at him, and said, "Chai sloonababi!" He looked at me with his pierced eyebrow raised. "Wat?" Kimo caught on. "Slookamak? Shenidsit!" DeBo looked around at the gangsters, then looked at Kimo and smacked her. "Idioto! Dianef shnookensmchiger!" Weaver Looked at them and said, "Whitsefa eranta? Iotnias!" Then she turned to the gangsters. "F-F-orgive, m-my c-companions' i-ig-norance. We come f-rom Germchia. Our E-English is not so good." She looked at them apologetically. "Is th-is your t-tribe?" The big fat one said, "Yo isson da bosses turf! Yous betta-" but he was cut off by 'da boss'. He was a tall, skinny dude with piercings and tattoos everywhere. "Yo! I tink yous is gonna get inna truble. Ya sees, we's da top gangstas in this hea City, no'wa'im'sain? " Weaver shook her head. "You m-ust sp-eak slowly. I kn-ow only a li-ttle English."
"Wa' yous doin in New Yok Ciy?" "We, ar-e he-re to vi-sit grandmother. She so old. Big number. We go-t lost. Wh-ere is the air port?" "Ahhh, yous waistin ma tam. Git goin, 'for I bust yo neck." We skittered away, and I said, "Grindsmlock!" waving at them with a smile plastered on my face. Weaver smacked me. "Idioto! Shnookensmichger!" once we got out of there, I collapsed laughing. "I'm glad you guys caught on." Whew. That was the closest thing ever. "We'd better get going."
So we kept going. "I think that we are back in the present now- or close to it. I mean, gangsters? Graffiti? That's not real new, but its newer than Rome." Said I. "Yeah- look!" there was the long awaited red flash! We all jumped, and Hyper was the first in. We all held hands (I held tail) and we got spit out in old days again. There was men preparing for battle, and there was high tension.
We scrambled under a table and contemplated our situation. "Ok, I want to get into some armor now." I said, looking at the battle gear. "Lets' find some kind of clothes." Said Kimo. I looked around, and dashed out of the hiding spot into the woods with Hyper right on my tail. I looked around and saw an old lady hanging clothes up to dry. The others had come up too, and I said,
"I'd better do the talking, guys." So they hunkered down and waited. Hyper and I walked up to the lady and bowed. Well, I bowed and Hyper sat politely. "Greetings." I said. She looked up from her labor, and said, "Greetings. Whence came you, young one? From your clothing one would suppose a long journey would have to be made before one would reach your dwelling place." I bowed my head. "A long and strange journey, old one." "Why do you come?" she asked. "I-and my companions- are wanderers, we have no place to call our own. But we do not wish to attract attention, so if we could perhaps work for the loan of some clothes, we would be most grateful." She nodded. "I thought as much. Yes, I have work for you. How many are you?" "Five, including the dog." I said. Just then the other girls came out of the woods. "Yes, I will let you use some clothes. Harvest my tomatoes and I will loan you dresses." While we harvested the tomatoes, the old lady gave us some bread. So we finished, and while we changed, I said, "Im worried." "Why?" asked Kimo. I answered her question with a question: "Where's the tree?"
All our faces lengthened. "Problem." DeBo said. "Yikes, I forgot about it." Well, we said good bye to the old lady and walked away. We ran down the main street where all the men were preparing for battle. We ran right into a guard, and he said, "Hey! Here now! What are you doing?" I saved the situation saying (no, not 'chai sloonababi) "We, were, visiting my elder brother. We were on our way home to my mother, to as she needs help running the house now. I am sorry, we are in a hurry and I did not see you." "Eh, very well. Run along home now." "Thank you sir," we mumbled as we charged out of there. We were barely out of the camp when we saw a bright green flash. "What…." And the tree came tumbling out of thin air. "Oh, no!!!!" we tore into the woods with a tree running after us. "There it is! What do we do?" yelled Weaver. Suddenly we were cornered on a cliff, with a 20 ft fall to the jagged rocks below. "Turkeys!" said Kimo. I muttered a few choice words under my breath as the tree burst out. Weaver gasped- hard.
As she choked on her own breath, we backed up as far as we could. "Good by, cruel world!" Don't you have any ideas?" asked Kimo frantically. "I got nothing," I groaned.
But just as we lost hope, a look of pain crossed Weavers' face. She opened her mouth, and belched. The tree stopped, stalk still. Then it waved and groaned, and I searched my pockets. "Ha! Flint and tinder!" I ran up to the tree and showered it with sparks. It almost instantly went up in flames. "Run!" DeBo yelled, as the tree fell down. Kimo grabbed a twig that fell from it and followed.
As we ran, we saw a bright red flash. As we jumped into it, Weaver smacked her lips. "Yuck," she said.
We were spit back out on the gravel pile. The squirrel looked at us, and ran up the tree. This time Hyper ignored it. "Wow," I breathed. "It's the same time! You were right L2!" said DeBo. "I souldn't have eaten that bread," said Weaver. "I am going to soak this start from that tree in some water and see if it roots." Said Kimo. "Make sure you plant it," I said. "Make it into a bonsai tree."
We laughed. "Should we tell anyone about this?" Kimo asked as we pedaled slowly away. "Sure, I am." I said. "But," I continued, laughing, "Don't expect to be taken seriously when you say, " I was chased by a walking, man eating tree'!"
The End
So as the NYC gangsters rounded the bend, they saw…..
Absolutely nothing.
We had ducked behind a pile of junk, and waited. Four dudes came around the bend and looked around. There was a tall skinny one with three gold necklaces and no shirt, there was a tall fat one with a torn up used-to-be-white-now-sleeveless shirt, and there were two 'normal' looking guys, only one was like a dark brown walking-stick with tattoos for clothes. "Sometins' zup." said the fat one.
"Yeh, wut wuz dat thang?" said the short fat one. "Jus' yo magination. Les' getta wok." Can you understand what they are saying? Neither can I. "Cum on, my pritty, cum 'ere," said the tall fat one, making loud kissing noises. Just then, a huge, muscular, sharp clawed pearl-toothed she-alligator slithered out of the depths.
"Yous shur did da one da boss wants?" asked the short tattooed walking stick. "Ya, I's shur. Les go." Said the tall fat one. Then the tall skinny one said, "I wanna fin' out wha' that thang wuz. Imen, dat was no figmatation o' ma magination." Weaver gulped. I had to hold Hyper down. "we don' wanna keep da boss waitin. Uless yous wanna tell im yo self dat yous gonna stay an' 'ide, waitin, fo' a fake monsta." The tall skinny one shook his head. "goo. Now les go." Just as they were leaving, Hyper stepped on a can and it rolled out of our hiding place. I glared ice picks at him. The gangsters spun around. "I tol' yous dat wuz no magination." They stopped at the bend for a moment before slowly walking our way. The tall skinny one pulled a gun. I looked around franticly for an idea, then found one. There was a big crack in the wall we were hiding in front of be hind the pile of junk. "Go, go." I hissed. Kimo, DeBo and Weaver shuffled in. I found a big rag- maybe it used to be a rug. I'd rather not know. Well, I used it as a cloak, and took my torch and sticky thing. Hyper stood beside me as I knocked the pile of junk over, scattering it every where, disturbing the piles of alligators, making them hiss. I stood there, with my torch in one hand and stick in the other, hunching my back and hissing. Hyper showed his teeth and growled. He looked pretty scary, with his hair stuck up in spikes from the 'water'. His eyes glinted in the torch light. The four gangsters froze. "Hhhhhhhdiiiiiiiid hyyyyyooooou nnnhhhhhhhhottt hhhhhhhhheeeeeeeed my wharrrrrrrrrrninggggg?" I hissed, trying to sound like a Ring Wraith. "Who-who ar' yous?" said the tall fat one. "HhhhhhhhhhI ammmm the Lhhhhhhhord of my Dominion," I said, raising my torch and hooky stick. Hyper growled again and licked the roof of his mouth, letting his tongue scrape his glistening fangs. "hhhhhhhhyou weeeeeeeeerrre wharrrrrrrrrned. Nhhhhhhhhhhow llllllleeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhav mhhhhhhhy Dominion, or yhhhhou whillll phhhhhhay!" The tall skinny one tried to shoot, but I whacked him in the head with my sticky thing. He fell back, and the gun fell into the sewer. I waved the torch, and some flames fell to the ground. Just then the other girls came out, also wearing cloaks and waving sticks. I was pleased about that. They were hissing and screaming and breathing, "Begone from her dominion" . This was cool. I subtly angered a pile of alligators, which hissed dramatically, and writhed and swished. The gangsters started to back away. The tall fat one tried to negotiate. "Hey, yous, dis's not yo dominion, dis's da boss's, now yous jus' scoot o' outta hea, an we's'll fo'ge da who' ting…" I arched my back and stood tip-toe, raised my weapons and shrieked. "Yhhhhhou darrrrrrre thhhhhoooo deeeeeeffffy the will of the Qhhhuuuueeeeen!" as my accomplices in 'crime' shrieked as well. Hyper howled. I trembled with 'anger' and waved my torch. "Hhhhhhhhiiiiiii plant the Curse hhhhhof the Lady of the Dark! May the Spirit of the Alligator haunt your soul, for ever and eternity! Your children's children will abhor you and your kind!" as I finished, DeBo groaned, and Weaver flailed around and writhed on the ground, and Kimo stumbled in circles, all of them crying, "Cursed! Cursed! Cursed! " I waved my torch around and showered them (the gangsters, not I disagreeistants) with sparks. They took to their heels, too scared to yell. We followed at a distance, still yelling "Cursed!". After they disappeared, we all started laughing. "We're alive!!! Hallelujah!" cried. "Nice display, L2!" said DeBo. "Thanks for coming out," I said. "It added a great effect, especially with you coming out of the wall." Weaver sighed and leaned on her stick. "We better get going before they come back with reinforcements." We nodded. "Very good point." I scratched Hyper behind the ears. "And you were very convincing. When we get back, I'm going to get you the best scraps you've ever had." He squeezed up a big juicy smile. We ran down the passage and came to the partly opened man-hole. I looked up at it. "Gimmie a boost," I said to DeBo. She cupped her hands and I stepped into them like a step, jumping up into the hole. (Does that sound odd or what?)
I peeked around. It was dark, smelled like oil, and in an alley. With graffiti everywhere. I came back down. "Well, this is their headquarters all right. We'd better move fast." I threw the torch into a drain. Weaver was the first to go up, then me, then Hyper then DeBo. After we put the cover exactly where we found it, I shook my self. "Okay, run! We do not want to be within ten miles of any gangs- especially at night." I held onto my stick and took off. As we rounded the corner, I ran slam into the thug who we scared off minutes before. Only this time he had like 10 other dudes with him. I blinked at him, and said, "Chai sloonababi!" He looked at me with his pierced eyebrow raised. "Wat?" Kimo caught on. "Slookamak? Shenidsit!" DeBo looked around at the gangsters, then looked at Kimo and smacked her. "Idioto! Dianef shnookensmchiger!" Weaver Looked at them and said, "Whitsefa eranta? Iotnias!" Then she turned to the gangsters. "F-F-orgive, m-my c-companions' i-ig-norance. We come f-rom Germchia. Our E-English is not so good." She looked at them apologetically. "Is th-is your t-tribe?" The big fat one said, "Yo isson da bosses turf! Yous betta-" but he was cut off by 'da boss'. He was a tall, skinny dude with piercings and tattoos everywhere. "Yo! I tink yous is gonna get inna truble. Ya sees, we's da top gangstas in this hea City, no'wa'im'sain? " Weaver shook her head. "You m-ust sp-eak slowly. I kn-ow only a li-ttle English."
"Wa' yous doin in New Yok Ciy?" "We, ar-e he-re to vi-sit grandmother. She so old. Big number. We go-t lost. Wh-ere is the air port?" "Ahhh, yous waistin ma tam. Git goin, 'for I bust yo neck." We skittered away, and I said, "Grindsmlock!" waving at them with a smile plastered on my face. Weaver smacked me. "Idioto! Shnookensmichger!" once we got out of there, I collapsed laughing. "I'm glad you guys caught on." Whew. That was the closest thing ever. "We'd better get going."
So we kept going. "I think that we are back in the present now- or close to it. I mean, gangsters? Graffiti? That's not real new, but its newer than Rome." Said I. "Yeah- look!" there was the long awaited red flash! We all jumped, and Hyper was the first in. We all held hands (I held tail) and we got spit out in old days again. There was men preparing for battle, and there was high tension.
We scrambled under a table and contemplated our situation. "Ok, I want to get into some armor now." I said, looking at the battle gear. "Lets' find some kind of clothes." Said Kimo. I looked around, and dashed out of the hiding spot into the woods with Hyper right on my tail. I looked around and saw an old lady hanging clothes up to dry. The others had come up too, and I said,
"I'd better do the talking, guys." So they hunkered down and waited. Hyper and I walked up to the lady and bowed. Well, I bowed and Hyper sat politely. "Greetings." I said. She looked up from her labor, and said, "Greetings. Whence came you, young one? From your clothing one would suppose a long journey would have to be made before one would reach your dwelling place." I bowed my head. "A long and strange journey, old one." "Why do you come?" she asked. "I-and my companions- are wanderers, we have no place to call our own. But we do not wish to attract attention, so if we could perhaps work for the loan of some clothes, we would be most grateful." She nodded. "I thought as much. Yes, I have work for you. How many are you?" "Five, including the dog." I said. Just then the other girls came out of the woods. "Yes, I will let you use some clothes. Harvest my tomatoes and I will loan you dresses." While we harvested the tomatoes, the old lady gave us some bread. So we finished, and while we changed, I said, "Im worried." "Why?" asked Kimo. I answered her question with a question: "Where's the tree?"
All our faces lengthened. "Problem." DeBo said. "Yikes, I forgot about it." Well, we said good bye to the old lady and walked away. We ran down the main street where all the men were preparing for battle. We ran right into a guard, and he said, "Hey! Here now! What are you doing?" I saved the situation saying (no, not 'chai sloonababi) "We, were, visiting my elder brother. We were on our way home to my mother, to as she needs help running the house now. I am sorry, we are in a hurry and I did not see you." "Eh, very well. Run along home now." "Thank you sir," we mumbled as we charged out of there. We were barely out of the camp when we saw a bright green flash. "What…." And the tree came tumbling out of thin air. "Oh, no!!!!" we tore into the woods with a tree running after us. "There it is! What do we do?" yelled Weaver. Suddenly we were cornered on a cliff, with a 20 ft fall to the jagged rocks below. "Turkeys!" said Kimo. I muttered a few choice words under my breath as the tree burst out. Weaver gasped- hard.
As she choked on her own breath, we backed up as far as we could. "Good by, cruel world!" Don't you have any ideas?" asked Kimo frantically. "I got nothing," I groaned.
But just as we lost hope, a look of pain crossed Weavers' face. She opened her mouth, and belched. The tree stopped, stalk still. Then it waved and groaned, and I searched my pockets. "Ha! Flint and tinder!" I ran up to the tree and showered it with sparks. It almost instantly went up in flames. "Run!" DeBo yelled, as the tree fell down. Kimo grabbed a twig that fell from it and followed.
As we ran, we saw a bright red flash. As we jumped into it, Weaver smacked her lips. "Yuck," she said.
We were spit back out on the gravel pile. The squirrel looked at us, and ran up the tree. This time Hyper ignored it. "Wow," I breathed. "It's the same time! You were right L2!" said DeBo. "I souldn't have eaten that bread," said Weaver. "I am going to soak this start from that tree in some water and see if it roots." Said Kimo. "Make sure you plant it," I said. "Make it into a bonsai tree."
We laughed. "Should we tell anyone about this?" Kimo asked as we pedaled slowly away. "Sure, I am." I said. "But," I continued, laughing, "Don't expect to be taken seriously when you say, " I was chased by a walking, man eating tree'!"
The End