Thingamajig - Sign Ups Closed - CHAPTER THIRTEEN

[||Gloomses||]

{Chapter Twelve;
In the dark we're the same
In the concept of time
We're like a grain in the sand
And we sprout from the flame
As if death was a rain
'Cause we can not understand
-- Soul Society; Kamelot
---> VillX <---

“Why are you still here?! Go guard Oak! Do you WANT Hawkstar and Cheese to get her back?! If they do, I’m going to rip your head off MYSELF!” Then I was slapped by her, and I whimpered and ran off. My feet pounded hard on the ground as I made my way to Majesty’s dungeon. I hated my role as her slave. Hated it so much. But there was always a feeling in the back of my mind that I had to do this job. It was my role in the world — to be a slave for an insane mad scientist evil genius who was bent on world domination. It sent shivers down my spine when I was laying on my bed at night — which, by the way, was in a prison cell in the dungeons.

Once I got in the dungeons, my eyes darted from face to face. There were three prisoners in the Priority Cells. The first one was an Agent; Flint from the Diner. The second one worked for WWNT; Splashy. The third was the person I needed to protect most; Oak. Our eyes locked, hers still full of salty tears. Mine were full of hatred and pain.

“What’s going on?” I heard Splashy’s voice echo through the darkness of the dungeon, only lit by the dim candles hanging on the stone walls. “Who’s there?” I had almost forgotten what Miss Gloometh had done to her. I looked over at her; her dark brown eyes were now bright red. I remembered when Miss Gloometh pinned the reporter down to the ground and poured the sizzling orange liquid into her eyes. I winced at the memory. “Who. Is. There,” she repeated, trying to stand. The chains prevented her from performing the action.

I gulped. “Just me, VillX,” my whisper echoed. Splashy shuffled in her spot on the floor of her disgusting cell. A rat crawled by her fingers, but either she didn’t notice or didn’t care. I looked over at Flint, who had been silent the whole time she had been down in her cell. She never looked up; she just stared at her bare feet and didn’t move a muscle. I wondered if she had been mentally scarred, or was afraid she would leak out information about the Agency she worked for. I had a feeling Miss Gloometh already knew about it, though.

The way she had spat on Flint and murmured: “You don’t work for an agency. You work for a bunch of slugs who think they’re superior due to their lack of knowledge, yet their eagerness to find out the so-called truth.” Then Master had leaned down to be face-to-face with the Agent to growl angrily at her. “You may think your boss is untouchable, but I can assure you I’ll find a way to catch him. And when I do, may StarClan have mercy on his soul. ‘Cause, mate… I won’t.”

I shuddered at the memory and sat down on my little stool. I heard Oak shift and sniffle in her cell as I closed my eyes and wished that when I opened them I wasn’t in the dungeons, but in a nice, warm, soft bed and everything I had done this day was a dream. It would all go away.

“We feel the same,” a voice popped up; musical yet cracking with sobs. I looked up to see Oak right up against the bars of her cage. Kept in there like she was some sort of animal. Her dirty hands gripped the bars and she blinked slowly as I shook my head. “No,” she whispered. “We do, VillX. Think about it. I see in your eyes the same hatred Gloom posses for me, but your actions and your words clearly do not match that gleam in your eyes. You seem like you hate everything, ‘cause whatever you’re looking at and however you’re truly feeling… You have her in you. She’s there and you can’t get rid of her.” Oak paused, taking a gulp. “You feel like she’s controlling you.”

“She is.”

“Get out of it.”

“I can’t.”

“Neither can I.”

Then silence fell upon the dungeon except for the rat’s squeaking. I wondered how many seconds we would waste in silence. I didn’t know how much time Oak — or any of these prisoners, for that matter — had left. Finally the girl spoke to me, her voice sad. “But you won’t.”

“My allegiance is to Gloometh Law. Miss Gloometh will be the ruler of Warriors Wish.”

“And what position is she giving to you when the time comes to rule?” The question hung in the air like smog. I stared at her, my eyes narrowing. I tapped my foot while think of a proper answer. But before I could, I heard a banging on the West Dungeon Door. I got up and walked to it with one last scowl at the prisoner I had been speaking to and looked through the peephole.

Hawkstar.

I pulled out my sword and headed for the silent alarm that would alert Miss Gloometh of Hawk’s arrival. I was about half-way to it when the West Door exploded. Flowers rained from the explosion, and I hit the ground. I heard moving of chains, and I was quickly back on my feet. I blinked as I kept one thought in mind — unlike Miss Gloometh, I only had one life. What I saw when I stood was Hawkstar holding a magician’s hat outstretched with a smile on his face. I held up my sword. “Do your worst,” I hissed.

“I can do better,” he replied, thrusting his hand in his hat and pulling out a rabbit. But this wasn’t any old white bunny you would expect to be pulled out of a hat. This one was brown, had red eyes, sharp teeth, and white foam leaking from it’s mouth. The blond-haired guy held the bunny by it’s ears and waved it back and forth. “Don’t make me.”

“Throw it away.”

He chuckled. But then his face became serious. “Shouldn‘t have said that.” He laughed as he threw the bunny at me. I growled, pulling my sword out of it’s sheath and slicing the rabbit in half. Hawkstar sighed while rolling his eyes as wires and mechanical parts fell out of the rabbit. I laughed, narrowing my eyes.

“Seems you can’t do better,” I hissed.

The guy shook his head, closing his eyes. He pulled a flower out of his trench coat and sniffed it. Then his eyes opened and he smiled. “I’m a man of my word.” Then he squeezed the flower, it pointing at me, and a green sizzling liquid came out. Acid — I had seen it way to much in Miss Gloometh’s lab when I snuck in there….

I yelped, jumping back as to not get burned. My opponent rolled his eyes again, probably thinking that I was a whip. I wanted to read his mind; this was the only time in my life I would actually like to be Edward Cullen. Only. That’s it. The first, last, and only time. Seriously.

I growled at that thought… At myself… I blinked at how I was confusing myself. But I looked up at Hawkstar and glared. “I try to follow my Master’s Law as best as I can,” I told him. “Number Ten clearly states the following: No Wisher or person may break into Gloometh’s lab and get away with it. This is punishable by death.” I stopped, smiling at him.

The answer I got was not what I expected. “The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules!” I scowled, not liking how he kept on quoting the Joker. Well… I suppose he couldn’t help it or something. His eyes glowed as he yanked my stool to him and kneeled next to it. He placed a rubber duck on it, then a hankie on that. “Now before you charge with your sword and kill me…” He hesitated for one moment. Or maybe he meant to trail off. This was just confusing me even more as timed passed. “How 'bout a magic trick?”

“No.” Then I leaped at him, my sword outstretched. I heard him gasp, as if he was expecting me to want to see his trick. It was an honest-to-goodness gasp. Not one of those pretending of making-fun-of laugh. He was actually expecting me to play his game. He was wrong. I closed my eyes and felt my sword go throw something hard — mostly like his skull. I opened my eyes to see my sharp blade in a manikin. “What the hell?”

I heard chuckling behind me. “Magic,” Hawkstar laughed. I heard the sound of a cage door opening. I turned around, letting my sword stay in the manikin, to see Hawkstar holding Oak’s hand. He raised his eyebrow. “Now that I’ve gotten O —”

“You haven’t gotten anyone,” a growl came from behind him. Hawkstar whirled around to see Miss Gloometh standing there; the scowl on her face scaring even me. “If you surrender now, your death will be quick. Like Cheese’s.” Hawkstar pulled Oak toward him and whispered in her ear while Gloom took a dagger out of her pocket. She winked at me — our signal for me to get up. I yanked the sword out of the manikin and stood.

“Come and get me,” Hawkstar hissed, taking a step backward. Gloometh laughed, her eyes darting to Oak.

“Whatever you told your girlfriend won’t help you now.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” As my master shrugged, the male growled and let go of Oak’s hand, shoving it in his trench coat. Miss Gloometh clicked her tongue twice and sneered. I was to grab Oak from behind and put the sword to her neck while my master chucked a dagger at Hawkstar. I smiled and slowly came up behind Oak.

“Do you think you’re going to win, Hawkstar?” Miss Gloometh asked him. “I am clearly far more powerful than you are. I have already killed your partner in this horrible crime.”

“This isn’t a crime. It’s a rescue mission.”

“A failed rescue mission.” Once the words excited her mouth, I grabbed Oak and she chucked the dagger at Hawkstar. Oak tried to fight back, and I cut her arm on accident. Blood began to drip from the wound as Hawkstar yelled from the dagger stabbing into his arm. Oak screamed and grabbed the sword, trying to yank it out of my hand. I heard clanging of chains and suspected Flint and Splashy had decided to move around. Suddenly something big hit my head and fell, the other side of my head colliding with the stone floor.

“Got ya!” Were Flint’s first words in the dungeon. My head began to pound and I heard the seemingly faint voices of Hawkstar and Master.

“Go ahead!” Hawkstar yelled. “Kill me! Throw a second dagger right at my heart!”

As my vision began to cloud up, and I heard Miss Gloometh lean down beside Hawkstar. “No. I want to torture you first. And since my slave seems to have let Oak escape, I’ll have to torture him too!” Her voice was serious and full of fury. My hands grasped stones sticking up from the floor, trying to get away. I heard Master coming toward me, her footsteps loud and harsh.

But before they reached me, everything went black as I slipped into unconsciousness.

[||Gloomses||]

{Chapter Thirteen;
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
-- Boulevard of Broken Dreams; Green Day
---> Lupa <---

I grumbled, fiddling with the Rubik’s cube. The red was next to the blue… But wait the green… I sighed, tossing it on the table. I wouldn’t finish that thing. Not in a million years. I tapped my foot, waiting for the boss to get out here and speak to me. Something urgent had popped up and he had to investigate. He always had something to investigate. I had recently told him some information about Gloom’s lab, Dust, Oak, Hawkstar… A very complicated map of information I had gotten from my secret source what was in the middle of the situation.

I closed my eyes, sighing as my heart began to race. He was never gone this long. Never. He always came out after a few minutes… He had been in there for a half hour. I twiddled my thumbs and leaned forward, humming a short tone.

“Lupa!” My boss yelled. “Get in here! Wisher Down Alert!” I leaped from the chair, landed firmly on my feet that were inside my white sneakers, and sprinted toward his office. My feet pounded hard on the ground as they guided me to the dark-green room with the three-monitor computer system and stereo system. I knocked on the wooden door to the tune of Mary Had a Little Lamb, and then waited for his call. “Enter!”

I opened the door and slammed it shut. I put my hand against my forehead and shouted: “Yes boss! Who was it boss?” I walked over to his chair and leaned to look at the middle monitor. The monitors were set up in a half-circle, each one displaying graphs, pictures, names, numbers, calculations, estimates, locations, and tracking systems.

“Dust Cornflake,” he answered, posting to a name with an X in the Heart Rate box. I shook my head out of disbelief. “This is certainly connected to Oak and Gloom’s lab. Our top suspect is Gloometh, but I do not know how we can get our hands on her.” He tapped his fingers on the desk, going into thought.

“Sir. Agent Flint is going to Gloom’s lab, last time I got an update. Will this affect her mission?”

“Of course. She’s there right now, actually. I think we should alert her.” He picked up the phone on the brown wooden desk and dialed Agent Flint’s number. He pressed the speakerphone button and leaned forward as his agent’s phone rang. I went and sat on the bed, rocking back and forth. My black eyes were trained on the floor as Agent Flint’s cell was answered.

“Boss,” the voice hissed. But it wasn’t her voice. It was Gloometh’s.

“Gloometh Silverblade!” He gasped. I gasped, too, flinching.

“That’s right Wasp. I know what you’re up to. I know about your Agency. I know everything. I have Flint and I have Splashy. I will kill them if you investigate me further. Trust me — I will not hesitate to test on either of them. If to want these Wishers to live, I suggest you shut down your Agency and get out of Wish. Or else — Well. You know.” Then she hung up. My boss and I kept on staring at each other a long time, my eyes shifting only when tears began to well up in my eyes. Wasp shook his head as a tear fell down my cheek, even though I had tried to keep them in as to not begin to cry in front of my boss. I hoped he didn’t think of me as weak now… But Flint was in danger. What would Mai do with the Diner without her? A Splashy… She was a great person and a good addition to the WWNT. They were both good people…

“Don’t cry, Agent Lupa,” the male said. He leaned forward and put his hand on mine. “We’ll find a way to do this… We’ll find a way to save them. Right now, you should wipe away your tears and go get a snack. I’ll be in here, finding a way to get them back.”

“But shouldn’t I help?”

“Not right now.” With that, I walked out of the room and into the tiny little kitchen we had for breaks. For usually, breaks only lasted as long as it took to grab a package of Gummy Bears from the cabinet, and a cup of coffee then run back to your desk to watch the cameras planted in the Administration Offices. I sighed, taking a juice box out of the fridge and jumping up onto the counter. I stuck the little straw into the box and began to sip up the fruity goodness.

I closed my eyes, thinking about how Boss Wasp would ever be able to get Agent Flint and Reporter Splashy out of Gloom’s house. We couldn’t break in — we’d be dead. I tried to think of al the ways we could get in without hurting the two Wishers, but possibly hurt Gloometh and VillX. I squeezed the juice box between my fingers and moaned. What to do when a mission was impossible?

Do the unexpected, of course. Gloometh was expecting us to attack her home… So we wouldn’t. We would go after her friends, the closest people to her. That was exactly how this was going to go down. I sighed, chucking the juice box into the tiny trash can and walking out of the kitchen and toward my desk. I would lean back in my chair, and wait for Boss to come out with the plans.

X X X

“Lupa! Come here! Now!” I jolted awake at the yell, knocking my cup full of pens off my desk. I jumped up and ran toward Boss’s office, my head pounding. This was it — he had a plan. I shook with fear as I opened his office door and stared at him. “Found something,” he said a smile on his face. I smiled then, too, and walked up to the first monitor. He pointed to a video feed. “See, Lupa, this was a little while ago.” He played the clip, and it showed a car racing through a red light and two other cars crashing into each other due to this.

Wasp rewound the clip and paused it. He zoomed in on the passenger’s window of the speeding car. “See her?” He asked, smiling. “It’s Dust’s body.” Then he zoomed out, played the clip for another second, and zoomed in on the license plate. “And it’s Scary’s car. The direction they’re heading?”

“Gloometh’s house.”

“Exactly.” He paused, exiting out of the window of the screen. “So, I want you to go to Scary’s house and interrogate him.” I nodded, racing out of the office and into the waiting room. I grabbed my coat and raced out of the Agency’s doors; leaping into my Volt. I set off quickly, my foot hitting the gas pedal so hard I swore it would burst right through the car. I would get to Scary’s house... a some-what plan was cooking up in my mind at the moment.

Scary, with friends like Gloometh and Adder, had obviously felt pain before. Whether it was wrestling over which anime they would watch for accidentally spilling boiling nitrogen dioxide on him, his pain had to be high every time he visited his friends. I had to think of a way to either talk to him to get the information I needed, or torture it out of him. This would be very interesting.

I coughed as I just missed a Wisher holding a noob’s hand, and I winced as I turned the steering wheel to avoiding crashing into a tree. I wasn’t on the road anymore — I was driving straight through the park so I could get to the other side, where Scary’s house hopefully was. I laughed as the car ran over a bench and I saw smoke arising from the suspect’s home. I smiled, honking the horn as a person raced in front of my car — they made it, fortunately, I didn’t hit one speck of them. I sighed at the idiocy of some people.

Finally my car went up his driveway, and I parked outside his garage. I got out of my car and walked slowly up to his front door, knocking on it. Three good, solid, loud knocks. Then I listened for footsteps. There was nothing though, as I pressed my ear against the door. I blinked, wondering if he was home yet. If he wasn’t… I’d just wait here until he came.

“Hmm. I thought Scary would —”

I was cut off as someone grabbed me from behind, putting their hand over my mouth. We fell backwards, landing on the grass. I felt lips on my ear. “You thought I would what?” Scary’s voice asked in a hiss.