WOOT! ENJOY! XD (I can't promise toi anything because IDK if this chapter will be long ou not...)
Catherine tried to reach her foot towards the lock picks that Albert had dropped. Albert smiled.
"So toi guys don't tell the police what I'm doing, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take care of toi three," Albert said, "I'll be right back." He went down the stairs to the seconde floor. Lilly gulped.
"Please tell me that you're a demon too and toi can't die just like Johnathan can't," Lilly a dit frantically.
"Um... no," Catherine said, "I hope Johnathan comes par soon."
"And we're so concerned about him why?" Kat said. Catherine gave her a sly look that a dit 'You'll see.'
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"Is he dead?" Skipper said. Kowalski kneeled down and poked Johnathan. Suddenly, Kowalski went pale.
"No," Kowalski said, getting back up.
"No, what do toi mean, 'No'?" Skipper asked. Kowalski looked down and gasped. Skipper chuckled.
"Now what?" Skipper asked. Kowalski pointed down at John. Skipper looked and saw that Johnathan's eyes were now open.
"HANNAH!" John screamed. Hannah ran out of the bushes and ran towards Johnathan.
"What's wrong?" Hannah said.
"My young friend needs me," John said, "Get this spear out of me. We need to hurry." Hannah pulled the spear out of Johnathan's stomach and tried to remain conscious as the blood spilled out.
"C'mon, grab my arm," John said. Hannah grabbed his arm and just like that, Johnathan ran off, like a flash of lightning. Skipper's eyes were very wide.
"Did toi see that Kowalski?" Skipper asked. Kowalski didn't answer. He had already fainted.
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"We need to be very quiet upon entering this place," John said, opening the door, "Whoever this person is will probably kill us." Hannah nodded her head and gulped. John closed the door behind him and made his way through the dark.
"I hear something... like breathing," Hannah whispered, looking around, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness around her.
"Quit breathing down my neck than," John complained, brushing his neck, "You're breath is hot and... wait... did toi just recently eat garlic?"
"No..." Hannah whimpered. He looked behind him and saw a regular man with a hulking right arm. He gulped and pushed Hannah against the wall.
"Stay here, I'll take care of this!" John shouted. He presumed to knock the figure down. The figure fell down, panting and huffing.
"That was easy," John said, "C'mon Hannah, lets find..." But he was interrupted par someone... huffing. Hannah backed against the mur as far as she could. The hulking figure got up and looked at John.
"Who are you?" the man asked, "To knock me down like that?" He raised his right arm and tried to coup de poing Johnathan. But he moved out of the way before he could. And just as he did, the arm hit the ground with such force it caused the ground to crack. John gasped and looked at the crack.
What the... hell?!, Johnathan thought. He looked up at the man, who was chuckling.
"Impressed?" he asked him, "I thought so." He took another balançoire, swing at John. Another narrow miss. Another huge crack... in the wall, causing it to collapse on itself. John panted.
"What do I do... how do I find it's weakness?" John said. He dived at the man and punched him in the stomach. Again he collapsed. He looked at Hannah hopefully.
"I'm working on it!" Hannah said. She put her head in her knees, thinking real hard. The man got up again.
"Wow, what strength toi have..." the man said, cracking his knuckles, "And for a fifteen an old boy, too."
"I'm just you're average sophomore in high school," John said. Hannah was still thinking. She tried to remember... what is the weakest thing in the arm? While she was thinking, John was still panting it out. Another hard blow to the ground, another crack in the ground.
Hannah sighed and her arms went back.
"AUGH, I CAN'T SEEM TO THINK STRAIGHT!" Hannah shouted. Suddenly, her arm hit the mur on her funny bone area... hard.
"EEEEEEEEEEKK!!!" Hannah shouted, rubbing the area, "I hit my funny bone! Augh, it hurts so much!" Suddenly, something came over Hannah.
"Johnathan!" Hannah shouted, "Hit this area on his right arm!" John looked at Hannah long enough to see her hit an area on her arm. He nodded his head. He looked around for something to hit it with.
"Oh, so now toi have a plan," the man said, just as John grabbed a lose board with an exposed nail, "Good thing, I was getting bored." John expertly weaved around the man and hit him just under his elbow with the exposed nail part of the board.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHH!!!" the man screamed, got on the floor and cringed. John looked around, grabbed a spear and stabbed him in the upper arm, just below the shoulder. Hannah passed out as the blood leaked from the mans arm.
John sighed and looked at Hannah. She's not gonna be any help..., he thought. He ran upstairs and finally reached the roof, where he found Catherine and the others in chains.
"My young friend and her friends," John said, sighing, "Thank goodness you're safe."
"Good, now get us out of these chains," Kat said. Johnathan sighed, grabbed a lock pick from the ground and began to un-chain them.
"What did toi do to Albert?" Lilly asked, rubbing her sore wrists, "I heard screaming and a lot of explosions down there. Did toi blow him up?"
"No, not really," John said, "In fact, I didn't kill him... ou at least I think I didn't." The four walked down the stairs to the first floor, where they found Hannah kneeling over Albert's body. She looked at them with wide eyes.
"He's not breathing and I didn't feel a pulse," Hannah said, "I think he's dead." John's eyes widened.
"I didn't mean to kill him... I just wanted to torture him a little," John said, smiling slyly.
"Just like a demon," Lilly said, "By the way, how did toi take him down?"
"With a little help from Hannah of course," John said, "She told me to hit this area called a "funny bone". Is that what makes toi humans so amusing?" Everyone burst out laughing after that. Johnathan tipped his head to the side. What did he do wrong?
"Well, good riddance," Kat said, "Now there's one less freak in this world. And I meant freaks like him, not freaks like Catherine."
"HEY!" Catherine shouted. Johnathan giggled a little. They went out the door and piled into Kat's Aston Martin. Soon, they drove off into the night, back to the school.
"So, what now?" Hannah asked, who was in the front.
"More detention with me for the rest of the week," Kat said.
"And than this Saturday, there's something else," Catherine said. Everyone looked at her except for Kat, who was concentrating on the road.
"What?" Lilly asked her.
"Don't toi remember? Am I the only one who remembers everything?" Catherine asked. They tried to think... what was so important that Catherine mentioned this Saturday. Johnathan smiled... he knew what his young friend was talking about.
That!.... is all I have to say. Sorry it seems a little rushed... :) Look out for Chapter 5! ;)
Catherine tried to reach her foot towards the lock picks that Albert had dropped. Albert smiled.
"So toi guys don't tell the police what I'm doing, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take care of toi three," Albert said, "I'll be right back." He went down the stairs to the seconde floor. Lilly gulped.
"Please tell me that you're a demon too and toi can't die just like Johnathan can't," Lilly a dit frantically.
"Um... no," Catherine said, "I hope Johnathan comes par soon."
"And we're so concerned about him why?" Kat said. Catherine gave her a sly look that a dit 'You'll see.'
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"Is he dead?" Skipper said. Kowalski kneeled down and poked Johnathan. Suddenly, Kowalski went pale.
"No," Kowalski said, getting back up.
"No, what do toi mean, 'No'?" Skipper asked. Kowalski looked down and gasped. Skipper chuckled.
"Now what?" Skipper asked. Kowalski pointed down at John. Skipper looked and saw that Johnathan's eyes were now open.
"HANNAH!" John screamed. Hannah ran out of the bushes and ran towards Johnathan.
"What's wrong?" Hannah said.
"My young friend needs me," John said, "Get this spear out of me. We need to hurry." Hannah pulled the spear out of Johnathan's stomach and tried to remain conscious as the blood spilled out.
"C'mon, grab my arm," John said. Hannah grabbed his arm and just like that, Johnathan ran off, like a flash of lightning. Skipper's eyes were very wide.
"Did toi see that Kowalski?" Skipper asked. Kowalski didn't answer. He had already fainted.
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"We need to be very quiet upon entering this place," John said, opening the door, "Whoever this person is will probably kill us." Hannah nodded her head and gulped. John closed the door behind him and made his way through the dark.
"I hear something... like breathing," Hannah whispered, looking around, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness around her.
"Quit breathing down my neck than," John complained, brushing his neck, "You're breath is hot and... wait... did toi just recently eat garlic?"
"No..." Hannah whimpered. He looked behind him and saw a regular man with a hulking right arm. He gulped and pushed Hannah against the wall.
"Stay here, I'll take care of this!" John shouted. He presumed to knock the figure down. The figure fell down, panting and huffing.
"That was easy," John said, "C'mon Hannah, lets find..." But he was interrupted par someone... huffing. Hannah backed against the mur as far as she could. The hulking figure got up and looked at John.
"Who are you?" the man asked, "To knock me down like that?" He raised his right arm and tried to coup de poing Johnathan. But he moved out of the way before he could. And just as he did, the arm hit the ground with such force it caused the ground to crack. John gasped and looked at the crack.
What the... hell?!, Johnathan thought. He looked up at the man, who was chuckling.
"Impressed?" he asked him, "I thought so." He took another balançoire, swing at John. Another narrow miss. Another huge crack... in the wall, causing it to collapse on itself. John panted.
"What do I do... how do I find it's weakness?" John said. He dived at the man and punched him in the stomach. Again he collapsed. He looked at Hannah hopefully.
"I'm working on it!" Hannah said. She put her head in her knees, thinking real hard. The man got up again.
"Wow, what strength toi have..." the man said, cracking his knuckles, "And for a fifteen an old boy, too."
"I'm just you're average sophomore in high school," John said. Hannah was still thinking. She tried to remember... what is the weakest thing in the arm? While she was thinking, John was still panting it out. Another hard blow to the ground, another crack in the ground.
Hannah sighed and her arms went back.
"AUGH, I CAN'T SEEM TO THINK STRAIGHT!" Hannah shouted. Suddenly, her arm hit the mur on her funny bone area... hard.
"EEEEEEEEEEKK!!!" Hannah shouted, rubbing the area, "I hit my funny bone! Augh, it hurts so much!" Suddenly, something came over Hannah.
"Johnathan!" Hannah shouted, "Hit this area on his right arm!" John looked at Hannah long enough to see her hit an area on her arm. He nodded his head. He looked around for something to hit it with.
"Oh, so now toi have a plan," the man said, just as John grabbed a lose board with an exposed nail, "Good thing, I was getting bored." John expertly weaved around the man and hit him just under his elbow with the exposed nail part of the board.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHH!!!" the man screamed, got on the floor and cringed. John looked around, grabbed a spear and stabbed him in the upper arm, just below the shoulder. Hannah passed out as the blood leaked from the mans arm.
John sighed and looked at Hannah. She's not gonna be any help..., he thought. He ran upstairs and finally reached the roof, where he found Catherine and the others in chains.
"My young friend and her friends," John said, sighing, "Thank goodness you're safe."
"Good, now get us out of these chains," Kat said. Johnathan sighed, grabbed a lock pick from the ground and began to un-chain them.
"What did toi do to Albert?" Lilly asked, rubbing her sore wrists, "I heard screaming and a lot of explosions down there. Did toi blow him up?"
"No, not really," John said, "In fact, I didn't kill him... ou at least I think I didn't." The four walked down the stairs to the first floor, where they found Hannah kneeling over Albert's body. She looked at them with wide eyes.
"He's not breathing and I didn't feel a pulse," Hannah said, "I think he's dead." John's eyes widened.
"I didn't mean to kill him... I just wanted to torture him a little," John said, smiling slyly.
"Just like a demon," Lilly said, "By the way, how did toi take him down?"
"With a little help from Hannah of course," John said, "She told me to hit this area called a "funny bone". Is that what makes toi humans so amusing?" Everyone burst out laughing after that. Johnathan tipped his head to the side. What did he do wrong?
"Well, good riddance," Kat said, "Now there's one less freak in this world. And I meant freaks like him, not freaks like Catherine."
"HEY!" Catherine shouted. Johnathan giggled a little. They went out the door and piled into Kat's Aston Martin. Soon, they drove off into the night, back to the school.
"So, what now?" Hannah asked, who was in the front.
"More detention with me for the rest of the week," Kat said.
"And than this Saturday, there's something else," Catherine said. Everyone looked at her except for Kat, who was concentrating on the road.
"What?" Lilly asked her.
"Don't toi remember? Am I the only one who remembers everything?" Catherine asked. They tried to think... what was so important that Catherine mentioned this Saturday. Johnathan smiled... he knew what his young friend was talking about.
That!.... is all I have to say. Sorry it seems a little rushed... :) Look out for Chapter 5! ;)
