Evil Wayne: Serials
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#21Lee came barreling down the corridor which ended in an elevator, screaming his war-cry.He stopped, looked around and then pushed the call button, humming zippity-do-da. Kevin, slightly out of breath, joined him. "Where's Wayne?" Lee said, calmly. "Back there. He's coming," and he waved in the direction they had come from. The elevator doors opened. Three 4S troopers with automatic weapons aimed at them were inside. "FREEZE SUCMBAGS!!!" Lee looked at Kevin. Kevin smiled, expecting Lee to jump these bitches and take 'em out. Lee dropped his throwing stars, darts, chucks, etc... Kevin dropped his jaw. #22The drop must have shocked her back into reality."YOU!" Her eyes darted at me while her hand reached for the absent knife. Quickly, I grabbed her arm while pulling her up, twisting it. "Owww!" She whined, "You're hurting me!" "Answer some questions or I'll break it." I gave it a slight push and she said, "Alright!" "First, where are we?" "Vermont." "Vermont?" What an odd place for a hideout. "Okay, where's the launching pads?" She looked at me, eyes narrowing, "What?" I twisted her arm a little more. "Alright! Alright! They're in the Florida Keys! How did you know?" I ignored the question, trying to think of any other questions to help me through this mess. "Who's Bobby? I mean, are you guys like steady?" #23Lee paced back and forth in the holding cell."I can't believe you gave up without a fight," Kevin said, sitting on the cot. "Look, they had superior weapons and we had little chance to bunny-jump over and engage without the possibility of their weapons going of and possibly hitting you or me." "Oh, you mean you were just being cautious?" Lee froze. A sudden realization came over him. He had given up under the pretence of harm coming to him or Kevin. Not the absolute, but only the possibility. Lee fell to the floor and began his nervous breakdown. At this moment the cell door opened and five 4S members entered, armed to the nipples. "MOVE!" The tall blonde yelled, gesturing to the corridor. Kevin helped Lee up and obeyed. Their combined courage was equal to a that of a bowl of oatmeal. #24"What?!?""I said, Who's Bobby? Boyfriend? Ex? What's the scoop?" Her eyes, in fact her entire face seemed inflamed with anger. "Look, I don't know much about what's going on, but it's clear you ladies have got something against all men and, I think, I know what your problem is." "Really? YOU think you know?" She laughed. "Yeah. You had a boyfriend, this Bobby, and you loved him to death. And you thought he loved you as much. But one day you found him with another woman and you were devastated. But he wormed his way back into your life and hurt you over and over again. Badly. Turning you against all men. Making you want to kill. Making you a monster." "But I'll tell you that all men aren't like that. I know what it's like to be hurt. I can tell you that I, for instance, wouldn't treat you like that. I would understand. So why not give it a try? Men, give 'em another chance. Maybe with me? Well, I'm right aren't I?"13 Her face changed to amazement. Obviously, I had hit the nail on the head. "That has to be the biggest bullshit--I mean, you missed by about thirty five million light years." #25I pushed the UP arrow and the elevator began its ascent."Where are we going?" She asked, rather snidely too. "How come you don't tell me about Bobby?" "You think you can escape?" "I mean, whatever happened, was it so bad you have to keep it in?" "They'll nail you before you even get to the door." "That kind of hate will keep you from getting dates." "I hope they shove a hot poker up your ass!" "Does this mean I don't get a date?" She gritted her teeth, "Oh! I can't wait until they get you." "Is that a no?" "I will personally cut your balls off." "Oh, no kinky stuff, please." "Then feed them to you!" "Funny, I was thinking of dinner and movie too." She growled. "Friday? About seven-thirty, good for you?" She began gnashing her teeth. I don't think we were on the same wavelength. 13. Sigh. Believe it or not, this gets kind of "plot" crap gets worse. A lot worse. |
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