BY SOLO
Okay, why does everything have to happen to Solo huh? I mean gees, everytime I put down the bloody pen it seems like she's in some kind of trouble…
I mean why can't something happen to Tim? Or Richard? Or even Paul…okay maybe not J
Well, Solo is unfortunately lying unconscious after being poisoned by an apple she had stolen from the evil drag queen. Tim and Paul were attempting to fend off the Queen's offer of the remaining apples and Richard had just entered the room after aborting their game of hide and seek.
Richard stared at the
scene before his eyes in horror. The queen backed Tim and Paul up
against the wall.
"Richard?
Richard? Do something!!!" Tim demanded.
"Little Richie
can't help you Timothy. He'll stay over there just like a good boy.
Now Pauly, Timothy, try an apple? An apple a day keeps psycho Bob
away hahahaha!" The queen broke off hysterically.
Paul and Tim looked
at one another. "He/she's right." They said together.
Richard gritted
his teeth angrily. It was time to show them. Time to show Tim
and Paul that he was not simply the naive, innocent, simpleton that they
believed him to be…He was actually quite smart.
Swallowing hard
- cause he was really very scared, Richard tiptoed past the queen and made
his way carefully to the table behind the queen.
The queen, Tim
and Paul took no notice of Richard.
Richard reached
out carefully and tugged on the handle of the knife, which was still embedded
in the tabletop.
The knife came
away easily.
Richard stared
in shook at the weapon in his hand…he hadn't really thought that'd he'd
be able to pull it free. Now he'd have to use it.
He turned towards
the evil queen and raised the knife high.
Paul saw him first.
"Ohmigod!" he whispered
and tugged on Tim's sleeve. "Tim?" Tim ignored Paul's cries
as he struggled to pull his other arm out of the Queen's masculine grip.
"Tim? Timmy?"
Paul tugged again.
"Paul, go away,
I'm busy." Tim replied. The queen pulled on Tim's arm.
Tim pulled it back. Paul pulled on Tim's other arm. Tim pulled
it back. The Queen pulled on Tim's arm again.
"Timothy…try an
apple?"
"No you aging American
psychopath…leave me alone."
"Timothy?
Timothy?" Paul tugged on Tim's sleeve again.
"What is it Paul?"
Tim finally cried, turning to face the little man annoyingly tugging on
his arm.
"Look at Richard!"
Tim looked behind
the Queen and his mouth dropped open. He couldn't speak.
The queen, sensing
an opportunity dove forward and attempted to shove one of the apples down
Tim's throat.
Behind him…Richard
snuck closer.
"Richard, what
out for the MAT…." Tim finally cried but it was too late.
Richard tripped.
Tim and Paul stared
at the queen.
The queen looked
down at his/her chest.
Sticking out several
centimeters from the front of its chest was the bloodied blade of the large
sacrificial knife.
"I've got a problem."
The queen rasped before lunging forward and falling into Tim's arms.
"Everything's gone
dark…Mommy? Mommy? Mommy are you there? I'm sorry! I
shouldn't have shot Johnny, or cut his head off or weighed his body down
with a crowbar and dumped it in the reservoir. Do you think that
was why the whole state had that water problem? Goodbye Mommy,
Goodbye Timothy, I'll be back."
"It's dead!" Tim
whispered.
"Yeah sure Tim!"
Paul replied sarcastically and stepped over Tim and the queen. He
walked over to Richard.
Richard was still
staring in horror at the knife sticking out from the Queen's back
"Good work Richie!"
Paul said and patted Richard on the shoulder.
Tim pushed the
queen onto the ground and stood up. Brushing his jumpsuit down he
then wiped his bloodied hands on Richard's back.
Flicking his fringe out of his
eyes he then followed Paul over to Solo.
Richard joined
them.
All three looked
down at the pale, gently sleeping, peaceful form.
"Well, now what?
We need her to keep an eye on the Time machine." Tim complained.
"We need to wake
her up." Richard said.
"Yeah but how?"
Paul asked.
The three boys stared down at the sleeping figure.
Bloody typical.
Solo sleeping again!
Does she ever do
any work? - Don't answer that Bindy!
How will the lads
wake her up?
If we have to rely
on the guys to wake her up then I think we are all in trouble…don't you???
Why is she smiling
in her sleep?
What is the time
on the Time Machine's countdown clock?
Will the lads ever
get anything to eat?
STAY TUNED…