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NOTEs: 1)This story has many inside jokes... so if you find a joke not funny... it probably isnt. 2)The main characters are both my friends and me as we battle the forces of evil. 3) This is breaking into a new genre in writing more than Fan-Fiction... it is FRIEND-Fiction... in which you use your friends and yourself in a fictitional story.

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MInd Link 6:
Book the First

by John T. Mathis

Chapter 1: Falling Snow

Someone very close and dear to me once said, "The world is a changing
place. It's changing faster each day. And it's the bad changes that
I'm worried about. There will be a point, when you're older, when
you'll have to decide whether you'll change with the world, or if
you'll stand apart."
Three young people learned this, but not after they had faced the
worst adversities, and had seen that life is not always pleasant.
These three youths, before the Great Catastrophe, were in their
teen-hood. These three which the world learned to hate and love
simultaneously. John, Rachel, and Jennifer; the worlds only hope, were
still oblivious to the dangers that lay moments ahead.
"Jenn! I can't believe you just said that!"
"All I said was that John just needs a reality check or two sometimes.
He is not going to invent edible pencils! Who would buy such a thing?"
Rachel looked at her reflection in the mirror and pondered the
thought. Rachel and Jenn were miles away, each of them in their own
house. The power was out and all the phone lines in Maryland were
down. But they didn't need such archaic devices as Telephone, IM,
e-mail, or even snail mail. No, they had something much better,
faster, and energy star efficient.
They had MINDLINK: an ability to use mental telepathy to speak to
each other over any distance. It was a great thing to have; it had
free whenever minutes and weeknights were only $0.50 per minute after
the first 10 minutes. Jenn and Rae had just discovered this ability
when they reached teen-hood. It seemed to them that they were born
with this ability, and it only took the activation of pituitary gland
to awaken these abilities in them. In other words, when they changed
from children to young adults they could MINDLINK.
Another boy, John by name, also had this ability to MINDLINK. John,
Jenn, and Rae were all friends that had met at a Speech and Drama
class taught by a teacher by the name of Jonathan Ruth. Great fun and
adventure had happened in that class, and continued into the next with
Spanish II.
At this moment in time, when Jenn and Rae were conversing with each
other, each on there own bed, and John doing unknown mischief in the
wide world, it was the year 2006, and Christmas was quickly
approaching.
"I think I would buy it," continued Rae, as she thought to herself
that an edible pen would indeed be a helpful thing to have in the
middle of the desert when she was writing and wouldn't have to bring
extra food."
"You're nuts," laughed Jenn. Jenn opened the door to her room and
stepped out into the hallway, looked out into the living room, and
then rushed to the window in exaltation. "It's snowing! Rae! Quick! Go
to your window!"
Rachel looked up from the book she was enthralled in, and glanced
lazily out the window. "It's not snowing here," she sighed and quickly
averted her eyes to her excellent book.
Jenn frowned. "Don't be so glum. Christmas is coming, and I always
love this time of year!"
Rachel rolled her eyes and concentrated on her laptop computer resting
on the desk to her left. "Jenn… I do, Love this time of year, it's
just that I'm reading this awesome book!" Rachel thought for a moment,
and then read aloud the final passage in her book, Amidst the Silver
Rain
"Gareth took up the golden chalice and struggled to breathe. It was
all that remained of the glorious Sky Kingdom that only an hour before
had breathed with a life all its own. His hazel eyes examined this
beauteous cup of death until they rested on the rim whose stain of
blood proved Narah would no longer sing her silvery woeful song to the
moon, over the restless sea. His eyes closed in defeat, as a single
gray tear fell from his eye and was caught up in the wind, into the
sky that held no more life, nor song."
Rachel gave a contented sigh and then rested the book gently down on
her bed. "That was sooo good," Rachel barely murmured. Then she wiped
away some moisture that had curiously appeared in her eyes and then
swallowed. "Wow, good books always get me in the mood to write my
own," she announced, not really talking to anyone, although, Jenn
could hear her clearly.
"Well, good books always get me in the mood to watch the movie." Jenn
was now watching Zach and Jared take apart the Playstation 2 System
and then put it back together. "How did it end?" asked Jenn who turned
on the PS2 and was shocked to see that her brothers' exploits had not
absolutely decimated their video game system they had received the
previous year.
Rachel opened up the folder to the new story she was working on, The
Heartstone, which at this point contained only the title and a few
mismatched paragraphs of varying quality. "Jenn, I won't tell you.
You'll have to read it for yourself."
"I know, but I just can't find the time."
"What are you doing now?"
Jenn looked around and realized that she, indeed, wasn't doing
anything at all. She hesitated.
"Dinner's ready," Jennifer's mom called from the busy kitchen. Fumes
of broiled stuffed turkey filled the living room.
"Um… I'm eating…" Jennifer quickly dashed to the table so that what
she had told Rachel would actually be happening.
Rachel looked out her window and noticed that it had begun to snow at
her house as well. She got up from the computer and peered out the
window at the big and small snowflakes that were fluttering down from
the heavens. Then she stepped back in surprise. In the sky she thought
she saw a red beam of light flash like lightening. It was gone as soon
as it had appeared. "That was weird."
"What was weird?" Jenn asked as she chewed hungrily at a turkey leg.
"Who are you talking to?" Jenn's mom asked. They had been eating
silently when Jenn had looked straight at the turkey and seemed to
interrogate it.
Jennifer blushed and looked away. "I thought you said something."
"She did not!" Zachary suddenly blurted out accusingly pointing his
hand at Jennifer across the table. "She's MINDL…"
"Minding my own business… right… Zach?" Jenn had the look of murder in
her eyes as she glared menacingly at her brother. He was the only
human outside the circle of three that knew that she could MINDLINK.
Rachel, Jennifer, and John didn't want anyone to know about their
abilities for several reasons. One of them was that they cringed at
the words, "Scientific Research."
Zack was surprised. "Huh? But I thought…"
"You thought wrong… so… is anyone special coming down for Christmas?"
Jenn was quick to take the attention off of herself and was hoping
someone would take the bait.
Ms. Lynn looked suspiciously at Jenn. She then replied, "You know
we're just having a quiet Christmas this year. Why, we just talked
about that 30 minutes ago."
"Oh yeah!" Jenn faked surprise. "Whew! That was close!" said Jenn in
her mind to Rachel.
"What do you mean that was close?" asked Rae who was fighting the urge
to laugh hysterically as she imagined the events that had just
occurred at the Hundley residence. "You totally blew it!"
"Hey guys. What's up?"
"John? Where are you? Where have you been?" asked Jenn a little annoyed.
"Oh, nothing. Hey guys, did you see that flash in the sky?"
Rachel's mind quickly heightened to a new level of alertness. "You saw
it too?" She asked unbelievingly.
"Yeah… It looked like red lightening or something… it hit somewhere in
the woods at the back of my High School. Me and my dad were sledding
on the hill next to the school's woods and I saw it. My dad didn't
believe me. But then I noticed a fire had started, and then he called
the fire department. He's on his cell with them as we speak. There are
apartment buildings on the other side of the woods, so I'm going to
see if I can help in any way. The fire is huge. I hope it doesn't
spread.

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"John, don't." Rae said seriously. "You could get hurt, let the
firemen do that. You're only a kid!"
"No I'm not. I'm 19!"
"When did that happen?" asked Jenn in a shocked voice, looking around
the table making sure everything that she was saying remained in the
confines of her own mind.
"April 4th! I'm going."
"Don't!!!" both Jenn and Rae's mind's screamed simultaneously. John's
mind didn't seem to hear. They both tried again, but they're screams
returned to them in a telepathic echo. A telepathic echo can only mean
one thing and Jennifer and Rachel knew all too well what it was.
"He's BLOK'ing us!?" Rae shouted in shock, disbelief, and anger all at once.
"Yes, I guess," retorted Jenn glumly. Suddenly she wasn't hungry
anymore. She excused herself from the table and slumped herself into
the newly bought couch. "Bowed Levitated O-on Kinesis" Jenn recited
to herself.
Rachel looked back at her computer and decided that she would surf the
net for a while to calm her nerves.
John forged through the thick pine forest and spotted the flames. At
once he saw how large the fire had risen. "It's enormous," he managed
to gasp in the midst of smoke and flame. "I've got to get out of
here!" he turned around and then around again. He couldn't find the
direction he had come from. He ran frantically away from the forest
where he thought he came from.
He didn't get ten yards before he tripped and fell. He cried out in
pain and looked horrified at his gashed knee. He looked at the cause
of his fall, a dim metallic orb. "What is it?" John wondered in
between surges of pain that pulsed from his knee. "Guys… I think I
need some help. Call my dad's cell phone. He'll come and find me."
"John! I knew something bad would happen!" Rachel shouted. "What happened?"
"I was running, and then I fell on this metal… ball thing and then…
What? What's this?"
"John? What's happening?" Jenn asked nervously.
"The ball is glowing now… what? That's impossible… its floating. NO!!!
AHHHH!!!!"
"John, quit fooling around!" Rachel yelled, not believing what John
said for one second.
"Rachel, this might be serious!" Jenn cried. "He hurt his knee!"
"Ok… ok… John… we'll call your dad… what's his number?" Silence was
the only reply. Rachel was now scared. The only time a MINDLINK was
returned with silence was when a person was in a deep deep sleep, or
that person was no longer alive.
As Jenn and Rae glanced out their windows they both saw the most
disheartening thing of all: another red spidery flash, this time much
bigger in size and duration. It lasted for at least ten seconds and
then it vanished.
"It hit the same area as the first one," Rachel gasped.
Both Jennifer and Rachel were speechless. They gazed up at the sky,
and wondered if John were still alive, where could he be? And if he
was alive, could they ever find him?
The snow stopped and the sky cleared to reveal a sun in full eclipse.
Through tears Jenn stopped to think, "There's no way there could be an
eclipse now! The moon is over there," she pointed to a faint outline
that was the moon. And this mystery loomed in the girls' heads through
the night as they tossed and turned and wondered if their friend was
still alive.

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Chapter 2: Puzzling Occurrences

The dark sun rose upon a sleeping earth as Rachel stretched and rose
from her bed. She looked outside and saw that it was still pitch
black. She darted her eyes to her battery powered alarm clock and saw
the number 12 glare up at her. "What?!" Rachel gasped. "It can't be
midnight!" She closely examined the clock through sleep groggy eyes
and saw the small red dot glowing defiantly that symbolized "PM" on
her alarm clock. "It's noon, and its still dark out?" Rachel asked
confusedly.
"Rae, you're awake? It's the sun. I woke up an hour ago. The sun is
still eclipsed."
"But how can that be possible?"
"I don't know, but whatever is blocking the sun, it is definitely not the moon!"
"Let's ask John, he'll know what to…" Both girls stopped and
remembered that John was no longer "with" them. He had ended the
MINDLINK without even an echo. He was somewhere in the forest behind
Franklin High School, dead, or in a deep deep sleep.
"He's probably ok," Jenn said, trying to stay on the optimistic side.
"He probably just got knocked out and got taken to the hospital.
Rachel peered outside her window and saw only darkness. "I wonder when
the power will come back on. The only reason I was able to use the
computer last night was because I was using the laptop which uses a
battery. We had to have cereal for dinner. UGH!"
"Well, we had a turkey dinn… Wait a minute! Why didn't our power go off?!"
"What!?!?!?" asked Rachel, dumfounded. "This is the biggest brownout
in the history of the world! When I was on my laptop, surfing the net,
the new bureau said that the entire east coast is out of power!"
Jennifer got up from her bed, which up to this time she had been
sitting upon, and opened and shut the door to her room as she entered
the living room. She rushed to the kitchen and briskly knocked on the
basement door. "Zack!" CRaaaash! BAnnnng! Jennifer rolled her eyes and
listened to someone in the basement shout and then begin to ascend the
stairs.
Zachary quickly opened the door and glared at his sister with
malicious intent. "What do you want!? Me and Jared were working on
something!"
Jenn look sarcastically at her brother. "You know, Mom and Dad are
gone, and they left me to look after you. And, since they're not here
to protect you, you better answer my question truthfully or you're
gonna get it!"
"Okkk… what question," ask Zack, impatiently as he eyed the basement
door, longing to get back to his work.
Jenn looked at the sealing, "Oh… I don't know, maybe something on the
lines of 'what did you do to our house to give us power when the
entire east cost is in the middle of the world's biggest brownout!?'"
Zack's mouth dropped open as he stared blankly at his sister's
triumphant face. Zack spun around and dashed down the basement steps.
"Jared, Code 225A delta!" Zack screamed as he reached the bottom.
Jenn quickly ran down the steps after him yelling, "There's no place
to hide Zack! I know you're down here, and I know ever inch of this
place like the back of my hand!" Jenn heard an enormous "BOOM!" as she
entered the 2nd room in the basement. Zack was gone.
"Jenn… what's going on?" asked Rachel who had been listening in on the
whole series of events that had just taken place.
"Uh… Rae, Zack just disappeared into thin air. I mean there is no trace of him!"
"Did you check to see if he left through the back door?"
"Yes, he's not outside… besides the doors are all locked, so he
couldn't have left through them, and then locked them again."
"I guess," sighed Rachel, as she logged onto her laptop. "Oh no!"
"What is it now?" asked Jenn, who was beginning to think that life,
was changing for the worse.
"My battery is almost dead. And I can't recharge it because the power
is out. What's this?"
"What is it?" asked Jenn as she continued to scrutinize every inch of
the basement, and then continued up the steps and to the rest of the
house, just in case.
Rachel's eyes lit up as she quickly opened an e-mail from
thewritersquest@cs.com entitled "John." "It's an e-mail from John, I
think," Rachel said as the e-mail slowly materialized on her dimming
screen. "No, wait a minute… it's from his dad. He wants us to help
find John!"
"Whaaat?!" Jenn exclaimed and almost fell over from shock.
"He's missing. After the fire finally went out, the firemen searched
the woods and couldn't find a trace of him anywhere."
"Wait… does his dad say anything about the metal ball that John saw
right before our MINDLINK with him was severed?"
"Umn… yes, right here, it says, "The fireman were able to locate what
they believe to be the source of the fire: A glowing metal ball of
some kind."
"Well we have to help find him. As soon as my Mom and Dad come home, we'll…"
"Wait… there's more: It says, 'The fireman took the ball to…' What!
NO!!! Not now!!!" Rachel screamed.
"What? What happened Rachel?!" asked Jenn concernedly as she saw the
form of Zachary appear in the corner of her eye, as he peeked up from
the basement steps.
"My computer just flipped off! It's out of power! GAH!!! Why now!? Why
do these stupid computers always flip off the moment you need them the
most?"
"Umn Rae? When has your computer ever before flipped off when you,
'needed it the most'?"
"Ummn… never," Rachel said beneath her breath, "But that's beside the
point! GRRrrr… I can't believe this."
"What's all the yelling and screaming about?" asked Rachel's Mom as
she entered her room with a load of clean laundry.
In the meantime, Jenn got up from her chair and seeing that Zachary's
form had slid back down the stairs she gave a vengeful "Humph!" and
shut the door with much vehemence and firmly locked it. And if that
was not enough she propped a chair up against the doorknob. "Let's see
you get out of there you little twerp!"
"Ok," said Zack who was sitting serenely at the table as her calmly
poured Jared a glass of milk. Jenn gave a start and then took an empty
chair. "You want some milk Jenn
?" asked Zack, poisoningly sweet.
Jenn gave him a harsh look from across the table. "Don't think I don't
know what you're up to. I'm on to you mister!"
"Ok then, what are we doing?" asked Jared confidant in Jenn's
ignorance of secrets that were held in strict confidence between
himself and his brother.
"Fine," said Jennifer, defeated. "Tell me!" she yelled as she grabbed
at Jared's shirt.
"We don't have to," said Jared, who had somehow gotten up from his
chair and sat down in front of the PS2 in a matter of milliseconds.

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"WHAT'S GOING ON!!!?" Jenn screamed.
"Nothing," said Zack plainly, as he took a bite out of a peanut butter
and jelly sandwich that seemingly appeared out of thin air.
"I'm glad that's over with," sighed Rachel as she quickly brushed her
hair. "I had to take ten minutes to explain to my mom why I was
screaming at my laptop. My dad's going to drop me off at your house
and then we'll wait for your mom and dad to get home. They'll drive us
to John's house and we'll help the Mathis' find him."
"Sounds like a plan," said Jenn through clinched teeth.
"What's wrong… you sound, umn, perturbed."
"Oh nothing, Zack and Jared just decided that they would become
magicians and poof themselves around the house that's all."
"Okkk… well… we're in the car now, and we'll be at your house shortly."
"Hurry Rachel. I don't know how much longer I'll survive in this house
with Houdini 1 and Houdini 2.
Zack put down his empty glass, which, of course, vanished and
reappeared "magically" into the Dish washer, right before Jenn's eyes.
Zack smiled menacingly at his sister as she saw him disappear and then
come into view in front of the TV with Jared.
Jenn heard a car pull up and quickly went to the side door. "That
can't be Rachel, it's too soon." She smiled triumphantly as she saw
her parents exit the car and approach the side door. Jenn rushed to
them and lifted one of the two grocery bags that her mom was carrying.
"Why thank you Jenn," Smiled Ms. Lynn at her daughter.
"There's something I need to tell you."
"What is it honey?"
"Jared and Zachary are up to something."
"Like what Hon?"
"Somehow they made it so we are the only people on the East Coast who
have power!"
"What?!" Asked Jenn's dad as he entered the house.
"What are you talking about Jenn?" asked Zack who was playing Monopoly
with Jared by candlelight at the kitchen table looking as innocent as
the day he was born.
Mr. Alan jiggled the switch to the kitchen which obviously produced no
effect. He gave Jenn "The Look" which meant something along the lines
of, "What on earth are you talking about? Are you crazy!?"
Jenn was shocked. "Bu… Bu… But…"
"No buts about it young lady. Why are you blaming such things on your
darling little brothers?" asked Ms. Lynn in a motherly fashion as she
gave both Zack and Jared a kiss on the forehead. In Ms. Lynn's eyes,
at the moment, her two sons were wronged angels that deserved someone
on their side to defend them.
"Mommy," said Jared in an obviously affected babyish accent, "Jenn was
beating me and Zack up." Jared's eyes looked hugely up at his mother
as a single tear rolled down his cheek. He was cute… too cute.
"Jenn… I want you to go directly to your room and think about what you
did. It seems that we can't leave for one minute without you starting
some kind of trouble."
"Bu… Bu.." Jenn struggled to say.
"The only butt in this conversation is a spanked one! Now get!"
Suddenly the doorbell rang, and Jenn heard Rae clearly in her mind say
cheerfully, "We're here."
"I'll get it," said Ms. Lynn, who was still getting over scolding Jennifer.
Jenn sat on her bed and folded her arms. "What's going on Jenn?" asked
Rae, who sounded on the verge of laughter. "You're mom sounds really
angry and she says that you can't see anyone right now."
"Well it's all Zack's fault. He framed me," said Jenn, who was now
beyond the comfort that any fuzzy teddy bear could give to an upset
teenage girl.
"Don't worry, I'll get you out of prison," smiled Rachel. Rachel
calmly explained the urgency of the matter concerning the fire the
previous afternoon and John's disappearance.
"Well of course she can come. I didn't know," said Mrs. Hundley who
was deeply concerned.
Jenn was out the door in a wink and into the car with her coat flung
around her shoulders. "I feel as if we're driving through a cave,"
said Jenn solemnly as they passed an empty cornfield barley visible,
although the car's high beams were blaring.
"Yes, I feel the exact same way. It's sooo eerie. Look at the sky.
There's not even a hint of sunlight. Whatever's blocking it must be
enormous."
"Rachel, I've been thinking, said Jenn, still MINDLINK'ing with Rachel.
"Yes?"
"Zachary and Jared were vanishing and then reappearing all over the
house… do you think they have some sort of special ability to
disappear and reappear, like we have the ability to MINDLINK?"
"Hmmmn… could be, I don't know, we'll have to look at that issue
closely… after we get John back to his family, safe and sound."
"You two are awfully quiet," said Mr. Hartig who hadn't heard a peep
out of the two usually chatty girls in the back seat."
"Oh," said Rae and Jenn simultaneously out loud, both realizing at the
same time that they had been MINDLINK'ing the entire time.
"Well, we're here. And I must say you should thank me for driving in
these conditions. You know Rae, online they said that they're going to
declare martial law that everyone stays in their houses at 6 tonight."
Rachel and Jenn looked at each other. "That leaves us only 4 hours!"
said Rachel as she glanced at the digital clock in the car. "Come one
Jenn, lets hurry and talk to John's parents so we can search for John
before we have to stay inside for who knows how long!"
Rachel and Jennifer walked straight forward for about 10 yards before
they came to a fence and realized they must have walked around John's
house. "That's weird," whispered Jenn, as they retraced their steps.
"Where's the house?" asked Rachel in frustration. "Dad! Bring a
flashlight," laughed Rachel, "Jenn and I seem to be unable to find
their front door without it."
"Sorry Rae, we didn't bring any flashlights."
"Look Rae!" Exclaimed Jenn, "All the houses just lit up! The brownout
is over!" As soon as Jenn has shut her mouth she blinked in the
darkness, and when her eyes reopened milliseconds later they opened
upon a world immersed in sunshine.
"The eclipse is over," whispered Rachel, breathlessly. Jenn and Rae
found themselves looking out at Mr. Hartig on the sidewalk leading up
to John's front door. The sun's light seemed blinding after have
living in a dark world for an entire morning and nearly half an
afternoon.
"That's great so now all we have to do is…" wait… why does my dad look
so shocked?" Rachel asked.
"Rae…" Jenn said nervously.
"What is it?" asked Rachel humorously. "Is it a dinosaur?" But as
Rachel turned around there was no need for Jenn to answer her. Jenn,
Rachel, and Mr. Hartig stared mouths agape directly in front of them.
John's house was gone.

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Chapter 3: Far, Far Away

The swirling orb of white, green, and blue slowly vanished into the
enormous black expanse that covered the whole sky. John looked on as
the Earth slowly moved from his view; his face hard pressed against
the window made of a gelatin material. Hours passed as John just
looked onto the spot where the earth had faded away.
"Where am I?" John finally muttered to himself, breaking his
concentrated gaze to the heavens. "What happened?" John slowly began
to recall in his mind the events that had occurred in-between the time
he was in the woods and where he was now, in some sort of spaceship
moving speedily out into space.
"The red lightening!" John recalled, "It wasn't lightening at all. It
hit me in the back, hard. It didn't hurt, I remember, I felt numb,
like when I had my tooth out and the dentist put that novacane into my
mouth. My entire body went numb!" John slowly began to rock himself
back and forth, his mind trying to cope with the pain. "And... the red
beam took me up into the sky and I couldn't move! My body was numb. I
couldn't... move..."
Tears slowly appeared in his eyes, but he wiped them away in anger.
"Whoever did this is gonna pay!" He glanced around the spherical room,
and looked again at the small circle in the ceiling that posed as an
entrance to this prison. He peered through the square window to the
darkened expanse that lacked even a prick of starlight.
"Hello John Tencer Mathis!" a light bubbly voice came from somewhere,
John guessed from a hidden speaker somewhere in his chamber. "We have
been watching you very closely, and we think you will be a fine
addition."
"An addition to what, you alien scumbag!?" John roared throwing
himself against a wall where he thought the sound was coming from.
"Tut tut tut," the alien creature seemed to scold lovingly, "the
procedure will happen soon, and then there will be no more need of
these violent thoughts. We must all be loving, loving of each other,
no matter what."
John looked around the room. The Spherical shape made it impossible to
detect where the speaker was hidden. "The sounds echo in a circular
pattern... impossible to detect," John thought to himself.
"Don't try to look for a speaker, there is none," the voice said glibly.
John thought a moment on what this sickeningly sweet character had
said. "He must be…" John quickly froze in position as he concentrated
deeply on the left side of his brain.
"What are you doing??? You can't do..." but the voice vanished, like
someone had just pressed the mute button on a television, the alien
being a very annoying new anchor that was singing.
"It makes sense that BLOK'ing works even on alien minds," John
thought, as he attempted to open the circular hatch on the ceiling.
John gave a scream, as for the first time he realized that the hatch
had a window in the center of it. A face appeared in the hatch window
that he knew all to well. John shuddered, "Stay back you, get back...
you evil... witch!"
"You are blocking my mind," said the feminine voice," and little
children shouldn't do things like that. I love all children and all
children love me. All children are precious to me," This unearthly
creature said to John with caring eyes that made John want to vomit.
"I don't love you, you evil wretch. Stay back! How can I love evil?!"
John demanded of this hideous creature that now stood before him and
who had closed the hatch and seemingly locked it.
"Well... said the creature, who sounded as if his pride has been hurt,
"then I'll have to make you love me," he smiled innocently and batted
his eyelashes as he moved closer to John.
"Get away Michael Jackson!!!!!" John screams echoed a thousand light
years. But they still did not reach earth.
"Jenn," said Rachel looking down at the floor of her car that was just
now entering the Hundley driveway, "do you think I could spend the
night?"
"Why of course," said Jenn, thinking that it would be the best for
them to work together to solve this mystery, and that Zach and Jared
would be less likely to try anything when a guests eyes were watching
every move they made.
"Ok then," Said Mr. Hartig, "But you'll have to be home by 2 PM tomorrow."
"Sure thing Dad," laughed Rachel as she gave her dad a peck on the
cheek, "I'll be
home on time."
The car drove slowly away as the sun slowly set in the distance. "Do
you think we'll really find him Rae," said Jenn solemnly. "We're only
teenagers."
"You forgot one thing," said Rachel with determination, "We're not
only teenagers, we're teenage girls," and that seemed to sum up both
her and Jenn's feelings on the matter.
"Mom... Dad... we're home," yelled Jenn upon her entrance into the
house. Jenn was replied by silence. "That's odd, our car is still in
the driveway," said Jenn, as she opened the fridge and began to pour
Orange Juice into two separate glasses. She left the table and went to
Zach and Jared's room, only to find it empty.
Jennifer continued to scour the whole house as Rachel sat back in her
chair, tensed in anxiety, but then she suddenly relaxed as a thought
crept into her head. "Oh!" she let out, but then she quickly shut her
mouth.
"What is it Rae?" said Jenn as she trudged up the basement steps with
heavy feet and a heavy heart. "Did you find them? I've looked
everywhere in this entire house. Please tell me you've found them."
"No..." Said Rachel, as her eyes averted Jenn's.
"Oh no! Rachel... I just had a thought. What if whatever happened to
John happened to my family!"
Rachel smiled but then quickly suppressed it and tried to look glum.
"Rachel! What is it?! You're acting as if you know something of
importance that I don't!"
"I... do," Said Rachel, who no longer could suppress herself, and let
out a long spurt of laughter."
Rachel continued to chuckle to herself as Jenn continued, "I don't see
what's so funny about all this. Excuse me if I don't see the humor.
Because, John is gone... and my fam..." Jenn sat down in the chair and
began to cry. The day had been a long one, and Rachel decided that she
should tell Jenn what she knew, especially since her contract would be
VOID under the circumstances.

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"There, there Jenn, don't cry," Said Rachel, smiling comfortingly at her friend.
"I have every reason to cry," Jenn pouted, "My fam…""Is still in this
house." Rachel interrupted Jenn before she had the chance to cry
again. "Whaaat???!" Exclaimed Jenn, looking at her friends face to
determine if she was pulling her leg or not.
"I'm serious Jenn. Your family is right in this house. "
"But that's impossible, I've looked everywhere. Oh, come on. Don't
tell me. 'We're family now,' that's such a terrible joke Rae."
"That's not what I was going to say. I was going to tell you that you
didn't look everywhere in the house, because there's one place in the
house that you don't know about."
Jenn looked blankly at Rachel. "What."
Rachel laughed, "It's true. I've seen it! But your parents made me
promise not to tell you."
"What? Why?!" exclaimed Jenn who was at a point of astonishment that
she had never felt before.
"Because..." Said Rae, in a taunting manner, "Zack and Jared didn't
want you to know about it."
Jenn frowned and looked away. "Now I know you're making this up. Zack
and Jared never have that kind of control over my parents. No, wait,"
she thought to herself, "they only have that kind of manipulative
power when they whine... but I don't think any whining of theirs would
make my parents make you promise to keep a secret from me!"
"Jenn... you don't understand. It's Zack and Jared's room."
"Whaaat!?" again, Jenn was shocked. "They have their own room up here?!" she
exclaimed. "Why do they need another room to sleep in?!"
"No," said Rachel, annoyed that Jenn wouldn't let her get to her
point. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant that they made the room. I
didn't tell you what it's for yet."
"Ok, then," said Jenn in a controlled voice, trying to keep herself
calm and reserved.
"Tell me what the room is for."
"I'll let Zack tell you himself. Come with me." Rae led Jenn swiftly
down the basement steps. She pulled Jenn into the second room and
stopped in the middle of the floor. Rachel looked directly at the
floor and said, "Jenn will never find us."
A circle of light appeared on the floor and then in its place was a
small hole. "How am I supposed to fit through that?!" asked Jenn as
she stared unbelievingly at the 3 cm circle in the ground.
"It adjusts to whoever jumps in it."
"…jumps in it??? Whoa... that's going a little too far," announced
Jenn as she slowly backed away from the minuscule hole in the ground.
"I'm not jumping into any hole, not even if it adjusts itself. You
go."
"No," said Rachel with a grin on her face, "You go first!" And with
that Rae pushed Jennifer into the hole that adjusted itself to allow
Jenn's entrance.
"AHHHH!" Jenn screamed as she slowly fell into a dimly lit room. Her
feet touched the ground gently, as she shook her fist at the ceiling,
"You're going to get it Rachel!!!"
Jenn looked around and saw that she was in a small room which was
lined on either side by two enormous oaken bookcases, all filled with
books of many shapes, sizes, and colors. In front of her was what
appeared to be a door. She noticed that all the books, although
varying in color were all of a dark shade, except for one, in the
middle of the left shelf, which was a bright white.
"Aha!" exclaimed Jenn. If my movie knowledge serves me right, then
when I pull out this white book, the secret passage will be revealed!"
Jenn slowly took out the thin white book until it was completely in
her hands. "Ways to annoy Jenn," Jenn read on the cover of the white
book. "That's definitely not a classic." She looked at the bookcase
and noticed that it hadn't budged a millimeter.
She twirled herself 'round to see if the other bookcase had budged.
"Nope..." She said in disgust. "How do I get in!!!?" She didn't really
know where she was trying to 'get in.' For all she knew the room that
she was in now could have been Zack and Jared's 'secret room.' But the
lack of parents and little gremlin brothers made her continue her
search.
"Open Sesame!" Jenn boomed out at the right wall. Nothing. "Open
Caraway!" Nothing. "Open Sasquatch!" Nothing. "Open Acunna Matata...
what a wonderful phrase... how do you spell Acuna Matata... there are
so many ways... no more worries for the rest of your days...
Philosophy!!!! Acuna Matata!!!"
"Jenn... what are you doing?!" said Zach who came from the door in the
center of the room to find Jenn dancing around the bookroom with his
white book of evil plans in her hands screaming out Timmone and
Pumba's theme song.
Jenn dropped the book and blushed. Then she recomposed herself and
demanded, "Well I could ask you the same question! What's the meaning
of keeping this room hidden from me!?"
"We weren't trying to keep this room hidden from you... it's the room
behind the door. We knew you wouldn't try to go through the most
obvious exit, because you would like to think that if we had a 'secret
room' that we'd have a 'secret entrance.'
"Yeah..." conceded Jenn... who looked at her brother suspiciously, wondering to
herself if Zack had somehow learned how to MINDLINK.
"No... I haven't learned how to MINDLINK... but I've found a way
around that," said Zachary as he called up to the ceiling, "Alright
Rachel, you can come down now."
Rachel fell from the ceiling as gently as Jennifer had. Jenn now saw
the landing pad that gave off a sort of anti-gravity effect as
Rachel's feet slowly landed on it. "Well Jenn... how long did it take
you?"
"Well..." said Zack, "She was up to about 1 hour when she started to
sing to the walls.
That's when I knew I had to step in."
Rachel laughed, "It took me 2 hours, remember?" Jenn smiled that there
was camaraderie in that they both had not seen the obvious. "It wasn't
until he stopped me, mid-sentence while I was reciting Robert Frost,
that he led me into the room."
"Yes," said Zack. "But now we have to hurry. All this fun and games
has wasted time. You have to see this." Zack lead Jenn by the arm into
the next room, if you could call it a room. It was more like a
warehouse filled with hi-tech equipment, which was exactly what it
was. Zack led Jenn to the largest monitor in the room and said aloud,
"Computer, main screen."
The massive screen blinked on and then went to a menu. Zack voiced a
couple other commands and then on the screen was Hillary Clinton in an
interview.

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"So, I hear you've had a surgery Mrs. Clinton?" the reporter asked,
with much reverence in his voice. "
"Why yes," replied Mrs. Clinton, who was sitting in a wooden chair,
her back straight, eyes flashing. "I want to look the best I can when
I accept the presidency this year. "
"But... Mrs. Clinton, it's 2006, the next election won't be for
another 2 years!"
"What? Oh that," Mrs. Clinton brushed him away with her hand, "Those
little details can always be dealt with."
Jenn looked at the screen and then at Zack who was completely absorbed
in it. "Zack this is all very interesting and all bu..."
"Shhhh..." Zack said as he put his index finger up to his mouth.
"Here's the part I want you to hear."
Mrs. Clinton smiled wickedly at the interviewer. "... and then I told
the doctor, 'my heart? Why, I had that removed years ago!"'
Jenn screamed.
"Sooo..." the interviewer began to sweat." They replaced it with an
artificial heart... right?"
"What are you talking about..." said Hillary, getting annoyed, "a
heart is a nuisance... so I had it removed. Why would I replace it
with an artificial nuisance... isn't that redundant? Oh... and there's
one thing I want to announce."
"Yes?" The interviewer gulped.
"I have changed my name, so I wish that everyone would cease calling
me Hillary." "Okkk..." Interviewer said calmly, "What is your new
name."
"Billary!" Mrs. Clinton triumphed, her arm raised in a manner that
mirrored Adolph Hitler. The interviewer fainted and the screen went
blank. Jenn and Rachel were speechless.
"That interview never made it on the TV." It's going to air in a week,
and as it broadcasts, the world will vote for her," said Zachary,
grimly.
"What?! how can that be?!" exclaimed Rachel.
"Because..." Zack averted his eyes.
"Because he did something he wasn't supposed to do," said Miss Lynn
approaching the children.
"Mom! You knew about this place and you didn't tell me?!" said Jenn
who at this point was exasperated beyond belief.
"Yes... but it was for a good reason Jenn... I'll tell you sometime,
but not now. You know the eclipse that ended today?" Both Jenn and Rae
nodded. "Well, we knew it couldn't be a lunar eclipse and that a
stellar eclipse would make things brighter, not darker. So we knew
that some abnormal mass was blocking the sun. We zoomed in on it
through our telescope and saw that it was a U.F.O. alien spaceship. It
was what was causing the 'Red Lightening' you saw the other day by
draining the east coasts' power supply."
"Well to make a long story short," said Mr. Alan, entering the small
gathering that was forming around the Gigantic Screen, "Zack and Jared
here made a machine that copied the ability to MINDLINK from John.
Zack was working on it when the red lightening struck the house and
hit the machine and took it. We believe that Hillary, or Billary as
she now calls herself, is responsible for this. We think she is going
to use the MINDLINK device to take over the world.
"And how do you know that?!" exclaimed Jenn and Rachel in unison.
"Because of this e-mail," said Jared who entered the room holding a
Palm Computer in his hand. Jared began to read the e-mail, "Thank you
Hundleys for your generous contribution to my campaign. I will be sure
to award you with the Clinton Death Prize once the world is mine! By
the way, how did you figure out mental telepathy? Your friend John,
since his name is on the inventor list, should know. But I can't seem
to find him. Can you?' That's it. It was sent anonymously, so we can't
respond."
"The whole thing could be a hoax," said Rachel skeptically. "I mean,
anyone could say that, since its anonymous and everything."
"Well don't you think it's kind of convenient that that e-mail should
be sent seconds after we intercepted the interview of Hillary saying
that she was going to be the President, this year?" asked Mrs.
Hundley.
"Uh oh..." said Zack. "We're getting another message interception. On screen!"
The computer flicked on again, and again Billary appeared. But this
time there was no interviewer in the room and she looked angrily
straight into the camera with bloody hands. "I know what you're doing
Hundley's! John is mine! Once I find where you've hidden him, I'm
going to kill him, and then your entire family!" The computer screen
went blank.
Billary wiped her hands on a damp cloth as she looked at the dead body
of the interviewer. "Send my interviews before they are meant to be
sent? You knew that I had to kill you for that. I couldn't let the
Hundley's find out my plan this soon in the game. But I must find out
where John is, before he reaches his full potential. "
Billary threw the bloody towel onto the dead body and then screamed as
false tears streamed down her cheeks, "Oh my God! Someone call an
ambulance! Someone has murdered Bill Walters!!!"

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That's all im gonna post for this week. I have the whole first book written but i think posting anymore would be overkill besides the fact that i doubt anyone will read this! T_T

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I read it, it's great all round.

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Chapter 4: Fellowship and Darkness

Mrs. Hundley clenched her fists as the gigantic screen went blank.
"Billary will not have the last laugh. Come on, let's go back upstairs
and brainstorm. Zack, grab your laptop while we're down here, you can
do more research while we all figure out how we're going to rescue
John and stop Hillary.
Zack ran off somewhere in the enormous warehouse that Jenn now knew as
their real basement, as everyone else made there way through the door
to the book room, through the hole in the ceiling, and up the basement
steps to the kitchen.
Jenn struggled to take in air as she plopped herself on a kitchen
chair, "Why... don't we have… a… telep… orter… with all of that…
technology?"
"Well, we do hon," said Mrs. Hundley as she grabbed a pot and began to
cook chili for the hot dogs which were now boiling in the smaller pot
next to it. "It's just that its broken right now, something about
certain somebody's using it too much," she said with a tone of knowing
in her voice as she glanced at Zack and Jared menacingly.

John shuddered as Michael Jackson stepped closer to him in the air
locked chamber. "Why don't you love me," the doll headed man said with
a tone sickeningly sweet and calm. "Everyone loves me… if someone
doesn't love me… I have to make them love me."
John's eyes darted back and forth to the enclosed space and to the
only exit, now firmly locked and sealed airtight. John's mind began to
swim with thoughts and calculations, "There's no way that I can get
that door unlocked from the inside…" he pondered. "Think, think… why
can't I think?!" John was racking his brain with all effort he thought
humanly possible.
"I guess," said Michael Jackson, "that if you won't love me willingly,
then I'll have to make you love me."
"AHHHH!!!" John screamed. John tensed as he thought with all his might
how he could get out. Then, something happened that neither John nor
Michael Jackson expected. It all seemed to happen in slow motion.
Michael Jackson had leaned his face towards John so that he could kiss
his forehead, when John had pushed him away, and pointing towards the
airlocked hatch in the ceiling with his left arm, the airlock hatch
slowly opened. John jumped into the air, defying even gravity's laws,
flew through the open airhatch and closed it firmly behind him.
John fell to the floor and breathed heavily, his head throbbing with
shooting pain. He forced himself to get up. "I… have to… get out… of
here…" he gasped. John looked right to left and found himself in the
middle of a narrow but tall hallway. The ceiling was at lest 50 yards
high, maybe more. John heard footsteps coming from his right, so he
ran left. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, and then lunged
behind a trash receptacle at the end of the corridor.
"Rats," John said, straining to breath the heavily recycled air. "It's
a dead end." John heard the steps grow closer, it sounded like two
men. They were silent as the dead, just walking robotically, slowly.
Adrenaline was coursing through John's veins. "I don't want to die,"
he thought, "not now… I have so much to live for. But then again, I'll
be in Heaven."
John didn't have time to continue his train of thought. A strong, gray
arm grasped the trash receptacle and threw it behind him. John was
huddled in the corner. "Please, don't hurt me. I don't want to die!"
The figure gazed at John with caring eyes, "Why would I hurt someone
that I care for. I care for all children."
John pounded his fist on the ground, tears streaming from his face.
"It can't be!" his mind shouted. He slowly turned his head to the
figure he expected: Michael Jackson. John shuddered to his feet,
trembling. "I thought I locked you in that room." Michael Jackson
blinked.
Then without warning, from behind Michael Jackson stepped another
Michael Jackson. Beads of sweat formed on John's forehead as he looked
on at something that could not be possible. "There are two of you?"
John said, so shocked he forgot to be afraid.
They both answered as one, in that strangely feminine voice, "No, we
are one. We are all part of the collective. We love all children. All
children love us. We are the Tubby Clan. We must lead you to our
leader."
"No!" John shouted, regaining his wits, and sense of danger as he
gazed out a window showing the thickness of space. "I will not go to
your leader! I will not comply to any of your commands!" John drew
back his arm to punch the two members of the Tubby Clan, only to be
hugged by the second Michael Jackson.
"We must promote peace and love. Not hatred. Come, resistance is
futile." John was lead by the two TCM's (Tubby Clan Members) down the
hall, each of them holding one of his hands. John was shuddering
profusely, and couldn't stop himself.
"Jenn, Rachel!" John shouted in his mind. But all he heard in response
were the echoing words, "Jenn, Rachel, Jenn, Rachel, Jenn, Rachel,
Jenn, Rachel." John looked pitifully up at one of the TCM's who smiled
back.
"Don't worry little fella, don't you strain your brain," The first TCM
said gently scolding. "You see, we have a special field around this
starship so that no one can try to take you away from us. You don't
want to leave us, we know that. So, we made sure that none can talk to
you with any sort of telepathic means. Doesn't that just want to make
your heart sing?"
John felt that he was going to vomit as the two TCM's lifted their
arms, still holding on to John's arms, and swung John in the middle,
as if he were a little child. John tried to jerk his hands away, but
the TCM's hands and grasp were of steel.

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"Mom," said Jenn, looking at the ticking clock while a mouthful of
chilidog entered her mouth.
"Hon, don't eat with your mouthful," said Mrs. Hundley reproachfully.
Jenn held up her index finger as she swallowed the delicious morsel
and continued, "Mom, how long have you known about Zachary and Jared's
secret room in the basement?"
Ms. Lynn looked down at her plate and chuckled. "Well, officially, I
just found out a week ago, when Zack told me."
Jared gave Zack a dirty look, "Tattle tale," he whispered harshly as
he gave Zack a mild punch in the stomach. Zack, who had been chewing
at the time, spewed forth bits of hotdog, chili, and bun all over the
table. Ms. Lynn threw her arms up in despair as she grabbed a paper
towel and handed it to Zack with a firmness that only a flustered
mother can endow.
Zack cleaned up his mess and mouthed the words, "I'm gonna get you,"
to Jerad, who looked as prim and proper as a schoolboy of the late
19th century.
"…But," Ms. Lynn continued after such a rude disruption,
"unofficially," Zack and Jared both seemed to hang on her every word,
"unofficially, I've always known." Jared and Zack looked at their
mother, mouths agape in disbelief.
Mr. Alan laughed, "It's true. We've always known. Who do you think has
the blueprints to this house. Who do you think put that addition in in
the first place?"
Jenn looked around the table in disbelief. Everyone in her family,
even Rachel for cryin' out loud, knew a secret about her own house,
that she had not known until this very day. Jenn felt sick. "Excuse
me," she said. She pushed away her chair from the table and rushed to
her room, closing the door firmly behind her.
"Oh dear," Rachel said. "I'll see what's wrong." Rachel cleared Jenn's
and her plates and put them in the sink. She walked slowly to Jenn's
door, and softly knocked. Jenn, it's me, Rae."
Behind the door, Rae could hear sniffling, and the creaking of the bed
as Jenn sat down on it. "Just a minute she shouted." Rae looked down
at the floor, hearing Jenn's stifled blows into tissue. The door
slowly opened and Rachel looked at Jenn's obviously red and puffy
eyes, still wet from salty tears.
"Come on," said Rae sitting on the bed, gesturing for Jenn to sit
beside her. "tell me what's wrong."
Jenn waved Rachel away with her left hand, as she grabbed another
tissue with her right. She paced the floor as Rae looked sadly on,
knowing that nothing she could say could help this grieving spirit.
"I… I, can't believe my mom would do something like that."
"Do what?" said Rachel kindly, trying to help.
"She and my Dad, and everyone," Jenn finally sat down on the bed and
let herself go. "They didn't tell me," she cried. "You didn't tell me.
Why? Why was it such a secret. Why was I the only one left out? What…
I just don't get it. Do they think I'm a blabber-mouth… that I would
tell somebody?"
"It can't be as simple as that," said Rachel, her own mind trying to
come up with a reason she did not know for herself. "It was because…"
Rachel struggled to come up with an answer.
"It was because I was the only daughter right?" Jenn chuckled
sarcastically to herself.
"No, it was because of the MINDLINK," said Mrs. Hundley, entering
Jenn's room through the door that Rachel had forgot to shut.
Jenn and Rachel jumped. "What are you talking about mom?" asked Jenn,
who had wore herself out from crying. "Rachel knows, and she
MINDLINKs."
"Yes," said Ms. Lynn, "but I didn't know that she knew about the
'secret room', until Zachary told me last week. I didn't mean for you
to be 'left out,' it was just a special place that Zack and Jared
wanted for themselves. You can understand that can't you. Special
places that you go with your friends, that you don't want Zack or
Jared to come with you. It's kind of like that. Understand."
Jenn wiped away the last sign of a tear and smiled, "Yeah, I guess I
do. Somewhat. I just thought you were all trying to keep me out of it,
like I wasn't good enough or something."
"That's ridiculous," said Mrs. Hundley. "Come on, your Dad and I have
a secret that none of you know about, but you're going to see it now.
We hid it, beneath Jared and Zack's 'secret room.'"
Jenn and Rae's minds swam with all the possibilities that the secret
could manifest itself to be. Zack and Jared tumbled down the stairs,
both of them trying to see their parents' secret first. Everyone made
their way to the 'secret room' and Zachary looked once more at the
enormous television screen that had not too long ago, shown an evil
plan hatching.
Mr. Alan walked slowly towards a small area near the big screen and
said to the floor, "Country Roads are better than Toads." A panel in
the floor immediately was outlined in light. It levitated up from the
floor. As it got higher into the air it was clear that the panel that
used to be in the floor was now the ceiling to a secret elevator.
Everyone crammed into the small elevator, as Mr. Alan pressed the
button to close the door. Jenn was shocked to see that there were 50
levels to choose from on the key panel besides the standard open,
close, and emergency buttons. Mr. Alan pressed the button marked
"ground 0," and the elevator hummed to life. A moment later the doors
opened and everyone stepped out into what seemed to be a garage
parking lot in the city.
"What is this place?" exclaimed Rachel, looking around the darkness,
smelling the putrid smell of octane, propane, gasoline, kerosene, and
every other kind of "een" that fueled motor vehicles.
"This is the garage," said Mr. Hundley with a deep pride in his voice.
He pressed a button on a remote, that wasn't in his hands when they
had made their decent to "ground 0." Lights flashed on, and everyone
was blinded for a second.
Jenn anticipated all of the grand vehicles that her father had stashed
away at his secret garage, "ground 0." She closed her eyes in
exuberance. She was tensed in anticipation when she heard Rachel let
out with a sigh, "oh!"
Jenn quickly opened her eyes to see what she least expected. "It's our
family car?!" Jenn surveyed the car that had been in there driveway as
long as she could remember. It was completely the same, West Virginia
tags and all. "This… is the 'big secret," Jenn said in a voice that
voice that screamed, this is so lame!
"Yes, it is our family car, Jenn," said Mrs. Hundley with a knowing
grin. "Lets get in."
Zack and Jared looked at each other. "Mom, there's not enough room for
all of us! There are only 5 seats, and there are 6 of us!
"Don't worry. Jenn, you get on the roof of the car."
"WHAAAT?!?!?!?!" Jenn exclaimed.
"You'll see," said Mr. Hundley, in a voice humoring Jenn.
Jenn got on the roof of the car and frowned at the rest of her family
and Rachel getting into the car. "Why am I on the roof? You guys are
kidding, right?!"
"No, you'll see," said Ms. Lynn, laughing. Instantly a garage door
opened and the car began to slowly leave through it.
"Mom, DAD!!! I'm going to fall off!"
"That's impossible," Said, Mr. Alan. "The ultragravity on the car's
hood is working perfectly." And with that, the Hundley family car
drove into a clearing surrounded on all sides by woods. Suddenly it
began to hover off of the ground.
"What's happening?!" Jenn screamed. But before anyone could answer her
a glass bubble formed around her, the hood of the car became
transparent, and the car jetted towards the sky.
"This is our car?!" Jenn exclaimed
"No," said Ms. Lynn, "This is the Hundley Family car. "Zack, arm the nukes."
Jenn and Rachel looked at one another, "Oh, my word!" they said in unison.

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Chapter 5: Point of no Return

"Where are they taking me?" John thought to himself, his brain
straining to continuously BLOK these alien creatures from reading his
thoughts. They had been walking through corridor after corridor in the
enormous spaceship for at least half an hour.
"We are here precious child," the two Tubby Clan Members said as one.
The two TCM members released their steel grip on John's hands as John
stared at the enormous red door before him.
"Wha… What's behind that door?" John said in whisper, more to himself
than to the TCMs.
"The One, is behind that door," said TCM #1, in a voice that dripped
of awe and admiration.
"Who's 'the One'?" John said, taking a step back, apprehensively."
"You'll see," said the Michael Jackson look-alikes, grinning so that
their plastic-like skin seemed on the brink of tearing apart. "Go on…"
They stepped behind John and prodded him on gently."
"Get off of me!" John yelled. "Stop touching me!"
The TCMs grabbed John's arms with a steel grip and began pulling him
towards the door. "You should be honored to meet the One. If you will
not come willingly, then we'll have to force you to come. We'll give
you a lollipop afterwards." They both smiled their sickening way as
John tried to pull away, his feet dragging against the unearthly tiled
floor.
The first TCM opened the titanic door with his left hand, while still
holding John's left hand with his right in a steel grip. The door
opened silently. Light streamed out into the cold corridor. The TCMs
charged ahead, pulling John behind them.
"Welcome John, We've been expecting you," said a voice all too familiar.

"Where are we going?!" Yelled Jenn from atop their car's roof, encased
in a glass bubble.
"We're going after that spacecraft that was hitting the earth with the
peculiar red lightening," said Ms. Lynn so matter-of-factly that Jenn
felt stupid.
"Why couldn't you guys have put in an extra seat," said Rachel looking
around the space-ready automobile. "I mean… you made it fly into
space, why couldn't you have made it more carpool friendly?"
Mr. Alan laughed. "If we had put in an extra seat there would be no
room for the Nukes, the laser cannon, the teleporter, the ZM radio,
the chronorifter, the…"
"Okkk," said Rachel, "I get the point. But why do you have nukes… in
your car?!"
"Because," said Mr. Alan. "They're what's running this thing. We
couldn't even reach 1 mil light years/sec without the Fuision
reactor."
"Don't you mean fusion reactor? Or fission? They're no such thing as "fuision!"
"Oh yes there is… you just combine the two ideas together. Fission is
a safe way of getting nuclear energy, but it doesn't put off as much
energy as we need. Fusion is a much more powerful method of getting
nuclear energy. The only problem is that it is extremely unstable. So,
we combined fission and fusion, and created the world's first fuision
reactor. It's right beneath your seat Rachel."
"That means you'll be the first to go," chuckled Zack. Rachel began to sweat.
"Don't worry," said Ms. Lynn. "This car has 3 firewalls around it."
"Whaaat?!?!?!" Exclaimed Jenn. "You can't have a firewall around a
car! Firewalls protect your computers from hackers, they don't protect
your cars!"
"Oh yes they can," said Mr. Alan. He flicked a switch and three layers
of flame surrounded the car.
Jenn looked up through her glass bubble and saw the three layers of
flame: White, Blue, and Crimson. "Red, white and blue… how…
patriotic."
Mr. Alan flicked the same switch and the three firewalls vanished.
"Why'd you turn them off?" asked Jared.
"I didn't," chuckled Mr. Alan. "They automatically ignited once we
entered the earth's atmosphere. All I did is make them invisible. I
can turn them off, but then I can't relight them until we enter
another planet's atmosphere."
"Then…" thought Zachary, "…if the flames are constantly on, why isn't
Jenn burnt to a crisp?"
Jenn looked up through the glass, where she now knew an invisible fire
burned. "Yeah," she gulped. "Why am I not… crispy?"
"Because," Laughed Ms. Lynn," that glass is titanium glass… It can
only be destroyed by one thing…" Mr. Alan through her a sharp glance.
"What is it," asked Jared.
"Forget it," said Ms. Lynn, looking to the floor. "You'll learn about it later."
"That was odd…" Jenn thought in her mind.
"Tell me about it," Thought Rachel. "It seems as if your parents are
hiding something again."

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"Welll…" MINDLINKed Jenn to Rachel, "They probably have a good reason
to keep it a secret; they'll tell me about it when the time is right."
"Hey! Look at this!" Said Zack, excitedly.
"What is it?" asked Ms. Lynn.
"It's a news bulletin," said Zack. "It's on XYZ news channel. Here…
ok, they're still talking about it."
"Talking about what?" asked Jenn.
"Just listen," stated Zack, as he turned up the volume on his laptop.
The deep voiced male reporter continued nervously, "… have just
confirmed the death of the president and the vice president. The FBI
has found evidence that the TV broadcaster, Bill Walters was to blame.
Senator Hillary Clinton was the one to find Walters dead in his New
York City apartment. He had scheduled to do an interview with the NY
senator, but on arrival to his apartment she had found him dead with a
knife stabbed into his chest. After scanning the knife for prints, the
FBI discovered that Bill Walters had indeed committed suicide. Brink
and Chet, back to you in the studio."
At once all the occupants of the Hundley's reformatted car, and Jenn
on the roof in a glass bubble, knew the truth, "Billary…"
John looked upon the pale faced man, with freshly lipsticked lips,
shoulder-length straitened ebony hair, and midnight black sunglasses.
He was standing in the center of the room, holding the pop-up-book,
Brenda the Banana, reading to life size stuffed children dolls. He
smiled, seeing John enter, being pulled along by the TCMs, and he shut
the pop-up-book with a "snap!"
"You can release him guys. He won't try to leave this paradise… will
you?" He smiled at John shyly from behind his dark glasses.
"Yes, the One."
"Fool!" shouted this figure of male-femininity. "How many times do I
have to remind you?! Call me Mikey Prime when I'm in the midst of my
children!"
"Umn… I'm not one of your 'children,' you delusional ma… wom… ma…
woma… Ummn… man lady."
Mikey Prime's eyes flashed. "What did you call me?"
"Well leave you to your family quibble," said TCM #2. Then he grabbed
the other TCM, and whispered, "It's your turn to go to jail. You have
to replace TCM #1007565. We have to keep on the schedule."
The door shut behind them as they hurried away. Mikey Prime smiled
wickedly at John. "So… now that we're alone, would you kindly repeat
what you called me?"
"Certainly… MAN LADY," John emphasized every syllable.
"Why do you persist? Resistance is futile. I can give you the
universe… if you will only join my collective."
"Never! You sick… non-descript person!"
"I'm warning you, you have 2 strikes… one more, and you're going to
have to be reprimanded."
"Oh no!" John faked fear. "I'm sick off being afraid of you! Why
should I be afraid?"
Mikey Prime took off his glasses. John shuddered, his feel to the
floor in shock. "Why… must… you be so… hideous!" John began to flop on
the floor like a fish.
"What! How dare you! That was your third strike." Mikey Prime took out
from his pocket what looked like a TV remote.
"What are you going to do with that? Make me watch educational TV?
Well… it won't work… Because I love to be Educationified!"
Mikey Prime dropped the remote in shock. "You can't just make up words
like that… 'Educationified…' that's just lame. Ahem." He picked up the
remote just as John dived for it. "Ha… you're too late." He pressed a
big red button at the top, and a blue laser beam shot out of the
remote and encircled John's body.
"What are you going to do?" John struggled to get free. But the more
he struggled, the tighter the laser beam ropes became.
"I think it's time for you to meet my little friend." He laughed
manically as he pressed a flashing green button. "If you won't join
the collective… then I guess you'll have to die."
The floor beneath John opened, and John fell through the trap door to
a slide that slid down and down until he landed with a "thud" on a
dirt-covered floor. From below John could still see through the trap
door through which he fell. "What are you going to do?"
"I already told you," laughed Mikey Prime. "I'm going to introduce you
to a little friend of mine."
"Who?" John's palms began to sweat.
"His name is Hutt. Pizza the Hutt." Mikey Prime roared with triumphant
mirth as the trap door began to close. "IF you escape with your life,
which I doubt," he yelled through the shutting trap door, "You'll
never escape me. Ever." The trap door shut firmly. Mikey prime pressed
a purple button on the remote and a holo-tv appeared in the air.
"Let's see how he handles her," he laughed.
"Pizza the Hutt???" John exclaimed. He was too frightened to have a
laugh attack. The room was pitch black. John heard an enormous
grinding, screeching noise, like an enormous iron gate was rising to
the ceiling. John heard fierce growls growing louder and putrid breath
filling the air. John began to rack his brain. "What can I do?" He
concentrated on the right side of his brain. The pitch darkness grew a
shade lighter and John noticed for the first time the skeletons which
densely covered the floor.

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Chapter 6: John Must Die

The day was dark with rain clouds in the sky. The procession slowly
made its way down the street, sad music wafting through the air. The
flag on the coffin flapped in the accelerated wind. The wind grew
cold, and leaves rustled noisily against the onlookers. Rain began to
fall, then, sharply turned into a harsh sleet. The President of the
United States, and his vice president, were dead.
There were tears in everyone's eyes… except one. A woman, with a dark
veil in front of her face, chuckled and then walked to her limousine,
opened the door and told the driver to go on. She said to her driver,
"I think I've found the person to talk to…"
"Who madam?" the driver replied, droning.
"Michael Jackson," Billary laughed. "Drive to the prison. We're going
to have a talk with him."
"What if he won't negotiate with us?" asked the driver, still droning.
"Don't worry," growled Billary, "…he will. Count on it!" Billary's
laugh echoed in the dismal street and emptied into a black, noon sky.

The Hundley Family Car flew through space in total silence. The
occupants' eyes' were still bulging in sheer shock and fear.
Jenn was the first to break the mellow silence, "The Pres… President…
and Vi… Vice President are dead? Bill… Billary… BILLARY!!! Jenn
suddenly screamed, her fist pounding against the bubble protecting her
from the airless space, "Let me out of here! I shall have
revenge!!!!!!"
Mr. Alan flicked a switch and the rest of the Hundley's and Rachel no
longer heard Jenn's bouts of fury.
"Wha… what did you do?" asked Rachel in shock.
"Oh," laughed Mr. Alan, "I only enabled the sound proof option on
Jenn's bubble. She'll continue to pound out her rage on the glass, and
then calm down. It's the best way."
"Oh," said Rachel, relieved that her vision of Jenn being jettisoned
into space wasn't true.
"Everybody!" Shouted Zack as he pointed frantically to his laptop's
glowing screen, "listen to this!"
"What is it?" asked Ms. Lynn.
"It's an interview that Hil… I mean Billary is having with Dan Rather
right now! We bugged Dan with a super micro recorder, because we
thought he would have something to do with all of this, but so far, he
hasn't done much but do one bad documentary after bad…"
"Just get on with it!" Rachel yelled, suddenly breaking her calm
composure and regularly calm demeanor. Everyone looked at Rachel, jaws
dropped. "Sorry," said Rachel blushing, "I was just getting a little
antsy."
"Annnyway…" continued Zack, "This is coming in live, and I'm taping
it, so everyone be quiet!" Rachel, Zack, and Jared all strained to
view the laptop's screen, while Mr. And Mrs. Hundley in the front seat
strained their ears to listen, and Jenn continued to pound as
vehemently against the titanium glass, sound-proof bubble.
Billary shot her hand out towards Dan Rather with an enormous plastic
grin streaked across her face outlined by blood red lipstick. Dan
Rather smiled and shook Billary's hand, finding her grip to be
surprisingly strong.
"Hillary Clinton I just want to start by telling you…"
"Please," Billary said, putting her putting her index finger in the
air, "call me Billary."
Dan Rather looked stunned. He paused for a second, and then smiled.
"Billary… I just want to tell you how much I enjoy your politics. I
think you're a sure candidate for the 2008 election!"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about Dan… can I call you Dan?"
"No… I'd prefer you to call me Dan." Billary looked blankly at Mr. Rather.
"Ok… Dan, the reason I called you to interview me, is that I want to
tell the public about my plans for the presidency."
"How exciting!" exclaimed Dan Rather. "You'll make a great president in 2008!"
Billary clenched her fist and then unclenched it. She laughed, "You
mean 2006, Dan… right?"
"I told you… you could call me Dan! And… what are you talking about…
the next election is 2008."
"But I Ki… I mean… the president and his vice president were murdered
by Bill Walters… that means they're will be an election for 2006!"
"No… actually… there is a long list of people in the government who
would automatically become the president, now that the president and
his vice president are dead. They aren't going to have an election
until 2008!"
"Whaaat?!" Billary screamed, outraged. "Why I forgot about… I mean…
they should have an election now… not some hoggie as president."
"Ok… so… Billary… how is your husband?"
"Oh. He's dead."
"WHAAAT?!" exclaimed Dan Rather.
"I mean…. Ahem… he's dieing. By God I hope he makes it! Stay away from
the light Bill!!! Stay away from the light!"
"Okkk speaking about your husband, if you are elected president are
you planning on running the country the same way your husband did?"
"Yes… I shall run it exactly as he did. The scandal will be a little
brutal at first, but you'll get over it," Billary said, yawing. "After
it's all over you'll become a movie actor, or TV anchor-man, or an
interviewer, or something."
"What scandal?" said Dan Rather, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead.
"Our affair… of course."
"OUR WHAAAT?!?!?!?" Dan Rather got up from his seat and began backing away.
"Our affair… fuffykins… I shall be like Bill… I am BILLARY!" Billary
laughed as she chased Dan Rather around the studio. "Fuffykins! You
can run… but so can I!!! BWAHAHAHHAHA!!!"
"HELLLLP!!!" shouted Dan as he ran out of the studio and into a busy
intersection. He threw himself in front of a taxi. "KILL ME!!!" he
screamed.
An ambulance appeared on the scene immediately. Medics rushed to Dan's
side and felt his pulse. He was still alive. They put him on a
stretcher and loaded him into the ambulance, and then drove off, with
Billary sitting by his side.
"He's a close, close friend," explained Billary to the medics, as she
stroked Dan Rather's bruised and broken arm.
"How… weird…" said Jenn, finally done her pounding, and her father
disengaging the sound proof field. "What happened? I only saw the
end."
"Nothing at all…" said Rachel sarcastically, "…except the fact that
Billary is more evil than we ever could have imagined." Everyone
nodded in agreement, as for the first time for hours, an enormous
spacecraft came into view of the Hundley Family Car.

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Mikey Prime laughed to himself as he saw John on the screen, preparing
to be eaten by his favorite pet. "Eat him Hutt, and I'll give you
another marble!" Mikey Prime shouted with a huge grin on his face. "Be
a good girl and leave no leftovers!" A growl echoed back up to him and
Mikey Prime smiled in satisfaction. He looked at his Holo-tv and
watched what he knew to be John's last milliseconds alive.
John quickly looked away from the bones on the ground and tensed for
whatever was coming towards him in the darkness. He had heard what
Mikey Prime had shouted down to this creature. It was going to eat
him. "Dear God," John began to pray, "If I die here, please take me
into your arms." John walked towards the growling his body trembling,
but his soul and mind confident in a God that made him and loved him.
Mikey Prime spit out the soda he had been drinking, spewing it all
over his stuffed children dolls. "I can't believe he's doing this,
children! Can you!? He's walking blindly to Pizza the Hutt. Is he
blind? Wait… it is pitch black in there, or supposed to be… wait a
minute… he's lighting it somehow. Where's the flashlight!? I don't see
a flashlight! He can see, but he's still walking to certain death!!!?
WHY?!
John 's hand was trembling fiercly as he was so near the creature he
could feel its warm rancid breath right next to his ear. John
concentrated with all his might on the right side of his brain.
"Think!" He shouted in his mind. Suddenly the room grew a tad bit
brighter, and John could see for the first time, Pizza the Hutt. "It…
It… can't… be!" John shouted.

Mikey Prime pulled his chair up closer to the Holo-tv, pop-corn and
soda next to him in either arm rest. "YES!" he shouted. "The time has
come! I think I'm going to scream from excitement!" Michael Jackson
screamed like a little girl, and quickly glued his eyes on the
holo-tv. "John is miiine!!!"
The holo-tv showed the enormous, green slimy beast open its jaws and
laugh maliciously. "That's right my pet," Mikey Prime smiled, "Go
ahead and eat this pest! Once he is done away with… I won't have to be
made fun of anymore." Michael Jackson sniffed and brushed away a tear
that was forming in his left eye.
The holo-tv blared the terrible image: The monster nodded and stepped
towards John, John stepped back his hands covering his face. "NO!"
John screamed as he backed up and tripped over a pile of bones. "NO! I
DON"T WANT TO DIE!!! I DON'T WANT TO…" but the monster opened its
terrible mouth engulfed John, and after eight terrible crunches,
swallowed John. The holo-tv flicked off.
The sound of the monster's continues chewing echoed up from the cell.
Michael Jackson continued to stare at the holo-tv screen, although the
monster had already returned to its lair, the solid metal gate dropped
and firmly in place, and the holo-tv off. The monster suddenly stopped
chewing and silence permeated the air. Mikey Prime smiled, and then
laughed, "Victory is mine!"

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Chapter 7: The Arrival

Jenn looked out of her titanium glass bubble to the gigantic
spacecraft before the Hundley Family Car. "What is it?" asked Jenn, in
awe.
"I… don't… know…" said Zach in equal awe and shock. The spacecraft was
enormous. It was the empire state building and the Hundley Family Car
was an atom.
Ms. Lynn glared at the strange pointy shapes that made up the
spacecraft. "I don't like the looks of this," she said calmly. "I
think we should go around it, and continue looking for John."
"But he might be in there" said Jared. "The Elezron is detecting over
1 Google XGC/ns being emitted from that spacecraft."
"Google?" Jenn exclaimed. "Isn't that a search engine?"
"Yes, yes, yes," said Zack in aggravation. "It is a search engine, but
it is originally a math number. A 1 with a thousand zeroes is 1
Google. 2 Google is 2 with a thousand zeroes, and so on."
"Whoa Zack! You're so informatorious!" Shouted Jenn sarcastically.
"You can't just make up words like that Jenn," said Jared in disgust.
"Oh yes I can. Bleh!" said Jenn, sticking out her tongue towards her
siblings who were riding in the car below her titanium glass bubble."
Ms. Lynn shook her head back and forth, "I can't believe you, Jenn…
still acting like a five-year-old."
"We can't go there!" screamed Rachel, who had been staring at the
spacecraft the entire time."
"Rachel! What's gotten over you? Why don't you want to save John and
possibly the entire world from the evil wrath of Billary Roadkill
Clinton?"
"I… I…" Rachel's skin turned deathly white, and her blood ran cold. "I
can't feel my arm," she whispered. "We have to get out of here."
"Why?" asked Mr. Alan, concerned.
The spacecraft was so close now that a docking bay could be clearly
seen. The Hundley Family Car was quickly approaching it, with no sign
of stopping.
"Yeah, Rachel why are you…" Jenn began, but then she turned her eyes
and glared at the spacecraft, examining the characteristic that had
made Rachel become so frightened. Jenn and Rachel both were staring at
the spacecraft; both of their arms trembling.
"What are you two so nervous about?" said Mr. Alan, calmly. "I don't
see anything to be so afraid of. We have to find John, and if this is
the ship that was making those red beams, we have to disable it."
Without warning, the entire spacecraft lit up, like a firework on the
fourth of July, without the actual explosion. Lights located all over
the massive spacecraft showed the rest of the Hundley family what Jenn
and Rachel had already noticed.
"PINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jenn and Rachel screamed.
"Ca… calm down girls," said Ms. Lynn. "Just because the entire
spacecraft is painted Electric Pink, doesn't mean anyt…"
"Dad! We need to pull back! Now!" yelled Zach"
"Why?" asked Mr. Alan, calmly."
"We're caught in the spacecraft's tractor beam! We're being sucked
into the docking bay!"
"I'll fix that!" yelled Mr. Alan as he flicked a huge red switch. "I'm
enabling the fuision anti-reaction. It should cause the opposite of
the tractor beam, and will either rocket us away from the spacecraft
or counter the tractor beam. Either way we win."
"But, Dad!" exclaimed Jared, "we've never tested the fuision anti-reaction."
"There's no better time than the right time, and that time is now!"
yelled Mr. Alan as he pressed the blinking white button beneath the
huge red switch.
Suddenly Rachel felt a huge movement beneath her seat. "What's that?"
she gasped.
"I told you, you'd be the first to go!" laughed Zach.
Rachel raised her fist, "do you want to be fed a knuckle sandwhich!?"
she yelled at him.
The two fuison reactors completely rotated their interlocking parts
and then reengaged. The whole car began to rumble, shaking fiercely,
back and forth.
"We're all gonna die!" screamed Jenn. "Dad! Turn it off! AHHHH!!!"
Jenn suddenly saw something forming before them that she never thought
possible: A black hole.
Zach was quick to notice this anomaly and yelled above the pounding
noise, "Dad! You have to disengage the fuision anti-reaction! It's
creating a black hole!"
"Whaaat?!" yelled Mr. Alan.
"You have to…" but he was too late. The Hundley Family Car was
completely enveloped into the darkness of the black hole.

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John's sweaty hand was trembling fiercely as he slowly approached the
creature. He trembled, feeling its warm, rancid breath right next to
his left ear. John stomped his feet in place and stood painfully
still, hearing the growlings of the monster grow hungrier by the
nanosecond. John concentrated with all his might on the right side of
his brain. "Think!" He shouted with all his might within his mind.
The room suddenly became illuminated by a weak unearthly light. John
darted his brown eyes to the source of the uncouth noises. John saw
for the first time in his life, Pizza the Hutt. "It… It… can't… be!"
John shouted in disbelief.
"GRRRRRRRRRRR GRAARRR GRAR RRARGGAGRGA GRAGRRRRRRR!!!" Yelled the
fierce and booming voice.
"B… Bu… but… you are…"
"Oh sorry," apologized the creature, "I forgot to turn off the voice
translator laddy. Yes it is I… the masked small, Irish bird: BirDee!!!
MUAHAHAHAHH!!!"
John stared at the small yellow/white bird. BirDee stared back.
"YES!" echoed Mikey Prime's voice from somewhere above.
"What's going on?" asked John.
"Shhhh!!!" said BirDee in a harsh whisper. "Come towards me,"
whispered BirDee, "act like you're still afraid."
"But I am still afraid," gulped John.
"The time has come! I think I'm going to scream from excitement!"
Mikey Prime's voice echoed down. Then a shrill scream that sounded
hauntingly like a little girl's pierced the tense air. "John is
miiine!!!"
"Ok, we have to work fast," said BirDee in a quick whisper. "Keep on
walking towards me."
"Ok, but I…"
"Shhh…BWAHHAHAHAHHAHAH!"
"What was that for?" asked John in a whisper.
"For effect… ok now," whispered BirDee, "I want you to scream,"
"Why?" asked John.
"Scream!!!" Roared BirDee.
"AHHHHHHH!!!" yelled John, as soon as BirDee has dropped a metal
weight on his foot.
"Ok, now… back up and trip over that pile of bones right behind you,"
said BirDee, excited.
"Pile of bones?" John gulped in nervousness.
"Don't worry, they're not real," assured BirDee.
"Ok," John began to walk slowly backwards, "but how will I know when
to… AHHH!" yelled John as he tripped backwards over the fake pile of
bones.
"Ok now I want you to prete…"
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!" yelled John on the ground, following
along perfectly, he thought, with whatever plot BirDee was cooking.
BirDee gave John an assured smile, and John continued, "I DON'T WANT
TO…" but BirDee closed John's mouth quickly and tightly."
"Shhh!!!" BirDee put a wing up to her beak. "Wait for it… wait for
it…" BirDee looked meaningfully up at something on the ceiling, and
began to make strange and horrible crunching noises with her beak. She
crunched 8 times, each one specifically there, and each one echoed up
to the ceiling. BirDee stopped on the Eighth crunch, and cocked her
head toward the ceiling, listening.
"Victory is Mine!" echoed Mikey Prime's voice in triumph.
"More like, 'Victory is Lyin'" said BirDee sarcastically. She laughed
hysterically at her joke that John pretended to understand. John
laughed half-heartedly, and then tapped her on the shoulder.
"Can you expl…"
"No time for explaining! We have to fly now! Let's Go!" yelled BirDee
flying through a passageway in the wall that suddenly appeared out of
nowhere.
John ran through the passageway after he and yelled, "You have time to
laugh hysterically but don't have time to explain why you're here, why
I'm still alive, or where we're going?!"
"Exactly, the point laddie!" yelled BirDee joyously, as she took a
right turn down another corridor.
"Why am I following her?!" gasped John is exasperation as he turned
right down the corridor."
"Because I'm the only one who knows the Questions," laughed BirDee.
"What Questions?" gasped John, jogging painfully behind her.
"Wouldn't you like to know," laughed BirDee.

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"The One," said a nervous Tubby Clan Member, "We have caught some
people in our tractor beam… but they are reversing it into a black
hole!"
"The fools!" yelled Mikey Prime. "They're going to destroy all of my
plans, not to mention this shiny pink spaceship of mine!"
"What should we do The One?"
"Hmmmn… I have already dispensed of John… so I can't really use his
brain's for my evil plans… MAN! Why didn't I think of that before I
gave into my rage!?"
"Ummm… The One, they are going to tear our spacecraft apart…"
"Ok… here's what I want you to do… I want you to charge up the Photo
Canon and load it with our dark rouge lipstick supply."
"The One?" asked the TCM in disbelief, "That's the best shade we have
got left The One… can't we use some other color."
"I know it is a drastic sacrifice," said Mikey Prime, freshening his
lips with fresh lipstick that he had concealed in his pants pocket,
"But dark rouge lipstick is the only thing on this ship that has the
atomic structure to dispel a black hole. Now, I want you to grab one
stick for every TCM aboard and then load all the rest of the supply
onto the Photo Canons. Is that clear?! yelled Michael Jackson, daring
the Tubby Clan member to say anything contradictory.
"My lips say yes, but my mind says maybe," said the TCM hesitatingly.
"Get out of my sight before you make me break a nail!" yelled Mikey Prime.
"I'm sorry The One," screamed the TCM running down the hall.
"Hahahahah! I love to make myself cry!" laughed Mikey Prime. He
suddenly stopped laughing and stared at himself in the mirror. "Wait…
why am I laughing?"

"I'm gonna die!!!" screamed Jenn. "I'm gonna throw up, and then I'm
gonna die!!!"
"You're such a drama queen," said Zach, "We're merely in a state of
nothingness swirling quickly towards the center of the black hole,
that's all. It's fascinating how the outside noise got sucked into the
black hole. If we ever survive this, I'll have to write that down in
my scientific journal.
"What is that?!" screamed Rachel pointing to a hoard of glittering
silver and red tubes soaring towards the center of the black hole.
"Wait… I'm scanning it now," said Zach in his best scientific accent.
"It's it's… Dark Rouge Lipstick?!?!??!"
"WHAAAT!??!?!" exclaimed Jenn and Rachel in unison.
No sooner did they yell out in shock, then the entire black hole began
to collapse on itself. It transformed in milliseconds into
nothingness, and the menacing black tempest that struck fear in the
heart of the Hundley's disappeared as soon as it had formed.
"The tractor beam is sucking us in!" yelled Jared.
Suddenly the Hundley Family Car was right next to the docking bay. The
heavy metallic shiny pink door to the docking bay opened. All the
doors, and Jenn's titanium glass bubble opened and the Hundley's were
greeted by smiling faces. In normal coincidences a smiling face would
be a welcome sight and many smiling faces would be even more welcome.
But the faces to whom the smiles belonged were those of none other
than Tubby Clan Members.
"We're not in Kansas any more Toto," said Rachel, coldly.
"This could be Kansas if you want it to be, young girl," said a TCM
approaching Rachel.
"Or if you want, it could be Oz," said another TCM, also approaching Rachel.
"Rachel… they all look like Michael Jackson…" whispered Jared.
"This place is whatever you want it to be," said a third TCM approaching Jared.
"We could all be the Wizard of Oz if you wish," said the three TCMs together.
"More like the Wizard of Odd," said Rachel, mockingly.
The three TCMs quickly grasped hold of Rachel and began to drag her
out of the car. More TCMs materialized in the docking bay and began to
pull the Hundley's out of the car.
"If you will not love us willingly, we will make you love us," said
the TCMs all in sickeningly sweet unison.
"Let me go!" screamed Rachel, struggling in vain to get free.
"Why are all these women here?" asked Jenn in an honest questioning
voice. Rachel glared at Jenn. "What? Did I say something wrong?"
Rachel looked at Jenn, "Are you serious? Uhhh… never mind."
The TCMs dragged all the previous occupants of the Hundley Family Car
up through the docking bay corridor and took them towards the main
hall. Towering red doors stood before the Hundleys and Rachel who
thought she was going to vomit.
The TCMs slowly opened the door, letting light into the dismal outer corridor.
"Please come in," said a sickeningly sweet voice.

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Chapter 8: Waiting is Forever

The dark limousine drove slowly to the dark abysmal prison gates and
halted as the driver's window went down; a boney hand emerged to punch
in the code in the key panel. The gate slowly opened and the hand was
retracted back into the limo as slowly as it had emerged. The
limousine drove on to the prominent building on the premises that was
engraved with bid, bold lettering, "Battleby's Asylum for the
Criminally Insane."
The driver parked the limo, got out with his black umbrella, opened
it, just as the heavens began to weep, his face as expressionless as
ever. He walked around to the passenger door, pulled the handle to
open the door, and helped the woman with black mourning garments
emerge into the grayness.
"The bag, Thug#1.89," whispered Billary, coolly and in a surprisingly
sweet manner.
"But my name is Ralph,"
"I said, 'Thug #1.89,' and I meant Thug #1.89. I didn't misspeak.
Billary Roadkill Clinton never makes mistakes!"
"Yes, ma'am," said Raph, I mean, Thug #1.89.
"That's more like it. A happy worker always is the shirker… no wait
that doesn't make any sen… you know what I mean."
Billary and Thug#1.89 trudged up the steps of the "Battleby's Asylum
for the Criminally Insane," Guests Building, slowly but surely: There
were exactly 1,452 steps up to the Guests Building, so that by the
time any guest made it to the top, they would become prisoners within
the "Battleby's Asylum for the Criminally Insane," themselves.
As they reached step 1,330, Thug #1.89 sat down. "I can't go on! We
need to stop and rest for at least a minute."
"NO!" screamed Billary, her voice echoing down the never-ending steps
across the stormy sky. "We have to meet him, we have to get him to
help me locate John."
"Why is all this about John, I don't get it. That's all you have been
raving about for the last 3 years, John Mathis this, John Mathis that.
If John Mathis is so blamed important, why didn't you kidnap him three
years ago!?"
"Because…" said Billary, contemplatively, "I… err… I didn't need him then."
"Ok, suuuuree…" laughed thug# 1.89 sarcastically, "You just didn't
know where he lived."
Billary looked straight ahead, blankly, "Don't question my authority,
fool! Anyway, John Mathis is the key to all of my problems and all of
their solutions. He is the key that will begin my unending reign!"
"Ok, I'm ready to go now," sighed Thug 1.89. "I'm sorta worried about
my wife and kids, they haven't seen their Daddy for 2 weeks. Come on
Ms. Hilla,"
Billary flashed her eyes at him, nails erect for attack, "Billary!"
"Ms… Billary… if you can't get Michael Jackson to help us, can't we
call it quits?"
"NEVER! I shall never give up!"
"Well… could I at least, see them tomorrow, I mean, Christmas is in
two weeks Ms. Billary."
"Aww… what a pitiful example of human weakness: love! Bah! No, you
will never see them again!" With that, Billary pulled out a revolver
and pointed it at him, laughing maniacally, eyes crazed. Suddenly she
snapped into reality. "Oh yes, I almost forgot, if I killed you, there
would be no one to hold the umbrella for me."
Thug 1.89 gulped and then continued to trudge up the stairs, holding
the umbrella with trembling hands. As they reached the final step,
Billary smiled in triumph, "I have made it! At last, I will learn the
location of John and thus glean the true meaning of life!"
"I thought you were trying to take over the world."
"Hahah! That is the true meaning of life: Global domination!" Billary
yelled, her eyes wide with glory.
"Hello can I help you?" asked an old man, getting his yellow coat and
jacket down from a hook, looking up at the raining sky and frowning,
"I was just about to leave to go home, and those steps are a doosey
going down," he laughed.
"Yes… I know," Billary sneered, her black stiletto-healed shoes broken
in two places. "We've just come up them."
"Do you wish to see someone here at 'Battleby's Asylum for the
Criminally Insane'?"
"No…" said Billary gritting he teeth, "We just tormented ourselves,
body, flesh, and mind to walk up 1,451…"
"1,452," offered the old man, with a hesitant smile.
"1,452," continued Billary, "God-foresaken steps that go up and down
up and down, that if you just leveled it out, would lead straight here
to the entrance without any steps!"
"Just because you're right, doesn't mean you have to get an attitude
about it," snarled the old man. "So who do you want to visit."
"Michael Jackson," she smiled, ruby lipstick smudged on her bleached,
whit teeth.

The door slowly creaked open: the TCMs smiling broadly as they brought
the Hundley Family members and Rachel into the playroom setting of
Mikey Prime's main room.
"Why welcome my children, you are all so precious to me."
"What have you don't with John!" screamed Rachel.
"I threw him in the dungeon and had my fuffykins, Pizza the Hutt, eat
him for a belated snack," laughed Mikey Prime wickedly.
Jenn looked him over with disgust, "It's girls like you that give
girls like me a bad name."
Mikey Prime looked blankly at Jenn. Silence filled the room. He
dropped the stick of lipstick that he had had in his hand and watched
it hit the floor, and make a dark rouge stain in the off-white carpet.
"It… It's not true… I'm not a girl… wait… am I… no no… my physiatrist
said I was a man… he lied to me!"
Quicker than you could say "George Washington's Mustache" Mikey Prime
whipped out of his pocket a compressible mirror and began to do a
thorough go-over of his facial features. "I do have that ghastly
facial hair."
Jenn was still staring at him when Rachel whispered to her, "Ummn,
Jenn, that's Michael Jackson."
Jenn's eyes bulged, "That's Michael Jackson! He's even more grotesque
in person! AHHH!!!" Jenn turned around to the TCMs coming closer,
always closer, "They're everywhere! Horribly disguised woman! AHHH!!!"
Rachel was too becoming frantic, but not because she thought she was
in a room filled with horribly disguised women; no, she saw what the
horribly disguised women were carrying: large needles, filled with a
clear liquid.

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"Where are we going?!" yelled John after BirDee, who insisted to fly
always onward, through the maze of corridors in Mikey Prime's Electric
Pink Spaceship.
"You'll see what you will see when we get to the banana tree!"
"Whaaat?! That makes no sense!"
"I'd rather make dollars than cents!" yelled BirDee from a Corridor to
the left, laughing menacingly. John turned left and came to a sudden
halt. There was a blinding light coming from the end of this corridor,
and smells like nothing he had smelled before: it smelled like a
thousand summer days on the beach in the sand, and a thousand nights
sailing in the warm, cool breeze of the ocean in moonlight.
"We're here," laughed BirDee.
"Where… is here," asked John, still staring at the blinding light,
longing to go near it, but fearing something, he knew not what.
"This, is where you will decide, what you are capable of," said BirDee
in a cool hushed voice that showed complete seriousness and
concentration.
"What are you talking ab…"
BirDee flew to John and held a wing up to his mouth, "let me finish.
First, before I forget to tell you, I need to explain to you what just
happened back there."
"Yeah, that was sort of weird," said John, rubbing his head.
"Well, I was captured by Michael Jackson about a year ago, he wanted
me to tell him your location and the origin of your power. I refused
to tell him your location and he put me down here, to be eaten by some
monster. I cringed, just as you cringed, when you heard those horrific
noises emanating from the dark corners of that room. I even smelled
the rotting meat, saw breath and steam form against the coldness of
that dungeon.
But then someone called to me, and then, after Michael Jackson's
girlish laughter subsided, this person explained to me how to escape
from the dungeon. He also explained to me, that by using certain sound
effects and by tapping into the surveillance system, he was able to
manipulate what Mikey Prime saw on his monitor.
This has been going on for years, on kidnapped victim after the other,
all helping each other out, to put just one more over on Mikey Prime.
We would always follow the code, we rescuers of those that Mikey Prime
had imprisoned: "Always help one other in need after one has done for
you a just good deed." In other words, after he helped me fool Michael
Jackson into thinking I was dead, I was then inclined to help the next
one thrown into that dungeon, namely, you John Mathis.
"Wait, how do you know my name."
BirDee smiled, rolled her eyes and laughed, "Oh John, I know so many
things abut you, the alumni, and yes, even the Warm-Cheeked girl that
you can never imagine." She cleared her throat and followed John's
gaze: to the blinding and entrancing light at the end of the corridor.
"It's so beautiful," whispered John, "I just feel like I should know
what it is, but I haven't the faintest idea."
"You should know about that, you made it," BirDee smiled, knowing she
had said too much, and just basked in the confusion that passed across
John's bewildered face."
"But, what is it?"
"It's a rift… a rift in time, and you left it here… but you can't use
it now, you're not ready."
"Well," said John adjusting his shoulders to a rigid position,
standing straight up to his fullest height, "If I made it, why am I
suddenly, not ready?"
"Because you were older then…" BirDee quickly brought her wing to her
beak and looked away from John, whose eyes bulged wide, and mouth hung
a-gape.
"What did you…"
"Never mind," interrupted BirDee, "I've already said too much. You are
going to have to stay here, and help the next person who gets
imprisoned here, then, you may be half ready, "BirDee looked at John
sideways, measuring his energy levels, "you might only be a third of
the way then."
"But how do I ready myself? I don't even know what I'm trying to do,
how I'm going to do it, why I'm going to do it, or what that thing is!
he screamed, pointing at the blinding light that was so enticing and
yet off-limits.
"It's all in your mind. Life is played on the battlefield of the mind,
after all. And this too is a battle. But for you and Jenn and Rae,
it's a little different. You see, your minds, when used correctly, can
be used for great weapons of power and can bring about great good:
ending wars and creating world peace."
"But when used incorrectly?"
"When used incorrectly, your minds can not only harm, and destroy,
they can also end the world."
"You mean kill all the people? That's terri."
"No… not the people, I mean THE WORLD… the whole Cha'bang: The trees,
plants, animals, rocks, sky, earth, gravitational forces, all gone."
"But according to the law of the conservation of mass…"
"You're not listening to me. At full potential, your minds can break
those laws. That's how humans were created. Yes, granted, there are
many laws that humans can not break, laws like the planetation
alignement addendum, or the solar wind reactren, or the creation part
of the law of the conservation of mass. Anti mass, however, CAN NOT
be destroyed, contrary to what those new age hacks say.
Anyway, The Ten Commandments, you can break, but there are weighty
punishments. But then there are the ones that you can not break
because you are limited to human bodies. You cannot fly and you cannot
breath under water. These are laws that you humans could not break
until recently: until technology freed you from these laws with the
invention of the Airplane and the Submarine.
What I'm talking about, is another technology, something that you
were born with, within your minds, you, Rachel, and Jennifer. All
humans have this technology welded within their DNA structure, into
their XNA… Into the X chromosome. But you see, you three were born
with a higher concentration of this technology, don't ask me how, but
the addition of your Y chromosome complemented the XNA in a way that
it doubled its strength, though Jenn and Rachel, having both two X
chromosomes have the same potential you do, they have to work harder
at attaining their ultimate."
"That's a lot of information to take in all at once," sighed John, "I
don't know what to say… OW! My head hurts… I can't think… I can't seem
to… I can't see… I;m blind! I can't feel my legs! BirDee! Why can't I
feel my legs! I… I…" John collapsed on the floor, his head making a
loud echoing noise that boomed across the maze of corridors.
"John, are you ok!" exclaimed BirDee, in alarm. "Are you all right!?"
John… answer me!"
John's eyes fluttered. His mind soared far away; he wasn't on the
electric pink ship any longer. No, he was thousands of light years
away, sitting on the floor of a room, white in all directions, as far
as the eye could see. And then an old woman, hunched and wizened,
slowly made her way towards him, cane in hand, smiled merrily at him
and laughed, "Well, you have arrived at last!"

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Entertaining story, not to mention funny,lol!

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Hahah! Thanks! But... its not done! 10 Chapters are in the first Book... and there are 2 more in this first Trilogy!

[starwarsboy90]

Trilogy, talk about alot of work, hmm, reminds me of first starting work on the series,lol.

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Chapter 9: Confrontation

"Now be good little children and take your medicine," Mikey Prime
smiled widely behind blood-red lips. "Remember children, 'A Spoonful
of sugar helps the medicine go down, the medicine go down, a spoonful
of sugar helps the medicine go down, in the most delightful way!"
Mikey Prime sang moving his hands to direct his clones, the Tubby Clan
Members, to dance around the frightened children. The TCM's swung the
glistening syringes around and threw them up in the air as small girls
throw up batons in a town parade.
"They're closing in!" screamed Rachel, eyes frantically looking a way
of escape from the ever closing circle of crazed dancing Michael
Jackson clones.
"A SPOONFUL OF SUGAR HELPS THE MEDICINE GO DOWN!" Mikey prime was
singing at the top of his lungs, yelling the song, laughing manically
as the TCMs were but inches away from injecting the children with the
glistening syringes.
"Rae…" Jenn's voice was trembling, "where are my parents?" Rae quickly
looked to her left where Ms. Lynn and Mr. Alan were just moments
before. They were gone. "What have you done with my parents!?" Jenn
screamed above Mikey Prime's Raspy singing voice.
Mikey Prime ended his singing on, "…IN THE MOST DELIGHTFUL WAY!" and
raised his hand in the air motioning the TCMs to halt. They were
Centimeters away from Jenn and Rae and it was just about this time
that Jenn noticed that her brothers, Zach and Jared, were gone as
well.
"I'll tell you where your parents are," snarled Michael Jackson, his
plastic face wrinkling, his eyes flaring; "They're where you will be
presently! Tubby Clan Members! Raise Needles!" The TCMs raised the
syringes in the air, smiles upon their faces in anticipation of what
was to come. "Inject the children!" he screamed, eyes wild with
excitement.
The numerous arms of the TCMs all plunged the razor sharp syringes
towards the cowering figures of Jenn and Rae, shaking their backs
turned, arms raised to protect themselves. "I don't want to die!"
Screamed Rae and Jenn, one after the other.
Mickey Prime twirled around and gave a scream of delight. "Oh it's so
terribly marvelous. I can't watch! My weak stomach can't take the
fantastic violence!" He smiled anticipating the blood curdling
screams. "AHHHHHH!!!" The screams echoed the halls of the electric
pink spaceship, penetrating it's outer hull and dissipating into the
black silence of space.
Mikey Prime's face suddenly changed. His eyes grew wide, "There are
only two of them… why are there more than two screams?!" He twirled
around again to see the chaos before him: The TCMs lay waste among the
children dolls, the needles of the syringes all bent. Jenn and Rae
were still huddled in the center of the room, still shaking.
"What have you done?!" Mikey prime screamed at the shaking girls. "My
beautiful clones! What have you done to them!" One of the TCMs heads
lay decapitated from its body, electrical wires sparking from it. The
iron skull of another was slightly melted.
"They're… robots?!" exclaimed Jenn. "Well, I for one am glad. If they
had been mere humans under your manipulative power, I would have been
sorry. But evil robots programmed by an evil mind have no choice but
to be evil."
"They weren't evil! They were beautiful perfection! They had no flaw,
no beating, mortal heart to tie them to mortality. They would have
lived forever! Now… how did you destroy my TCMs!?"
Jenn and Rae looked at each other with puzzled looks on their faces.
"We did that?!" They both exclaimed in unison.
"Yes! You and you're accursed mind powers! Tell me your secrets and I
will release your parents from being killed. I may spare them if the
information you provide me with is useful."
"What are you going to do with them?!" screamed Jenn.
"I will feed them to my precious beast… the jaws of the terrible Pizza
the Hutt!!!" Mikey Prime laughed in triumph as sheer fear crossed
Jenn's face.
"But we don't know what secret's you're talking about! We don't know
how we MINDLINK, we just do," exclaimed Rae, "And we couldn't have
done this!" She pointed at the decimated robotic bodies of the former
Tubby Clan Members. "They just malfunctioned… Right Jenn?" Rae
implored, sincerely not knowing what had happened.
"Ummn… All of them malfunctioning at the same time? I don't know…"
"Of course it was you!" screamed Michael Jackson, "And you'd better
not think about using your mind powers on me, or I'll give my precious
wechious wittle dumplin' Pizza the Hutt a big dinner! And if you don't
care about them… I have this!" he pulled out a pistol from behind one
of the stuffed doll children.
Jenn and Rae stood perplexed, looking at the crazed, lipsticked madman
before them, wondering if there was anyway possible to free Jenn's
parents, her brothers, and John, without getting killed themselves.

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Billary Clinton knocked on the iron bars of the prison cell, her
perfect white teeth glistening, her freshly bleached hair moving
softly as the heating vents in the prison slowly kicked in. "I brought
you a little tote-bag," said Billary in her often used sugar-sweet
voice that she often used for the cameras… when she remembered they
were on anyway.
"Why how nice," smiled the pale-skinned man. His ruby red lips parted
in a crooked smile. "What little goodies did you bring me, and what do
you want in exchange for them?"
Billary smiled, her eyes shining with excitement, "You were always a
keen one Michael."
"Please, call me TCM902.10" said TCM902.10.
"Why?" gasped Billary in surprise. "And what kind of foundation are
you using lately.. your skin looks sort of metallic."
"Oh… don't mind that… I have been programmed… I mean… told that you
were coming."
Billary stared at him for a moment. "Why do I get the feeling that you
are trying to pull a fast one on me?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," replied the TCM primly.
"Anyway… I have brought you a surgical saw to cut the bars of this
cell, and so you can finally escape and seek your revenge on the jury
members that incriminated you."
"But how did you get this past the guard. He searches everybody."
"I hid it in the wig I'm wearing… who would check beneath someone's hair?"
"And what do you want in return?" asked the TCM a little hesitantly.
"The location of John Mathis"
"Why do you desire the location of John Mathis?" said the TCM in total
apprehension.
"In short… to gain the power to rule the world! Once I learn the
secret to his Mindlinking powers I will be able to emulate them and
thus mind-control the world! Where is he? Give me the location of John
Mathis or I won't give you this saw!"
"Well… I… I… Error… Error… home base data malfunction… all TCMs must
return to the mothership immediately."
Billary's eyes flared with rage, "What?!"
"Home base data malfunction… all TCMs at 5:00:001::001111 PM aboard
the mothership were destroyed by a psychosystematic force. The psyche
particles in the air overcharged them into meltdown by the humans Jenn
and Rae… must return to mothership."
Suddenly Billary began to smile, understanding appearing on the
surface of her face. "Where… is this mothership TCM902.10?"
"Sector 179273981723.132123 of the Manistanchion Quadrant of the 49th
parallel." The TCM replied in a monotone robotic rhytm.
"Where is the real Michael Jackson?" Billary inquired, her voice
taking on the tone of a mother questioning a small child.
"Mikey prime is aboard the mothership."
Billary looked up through the iron-barred window to the darkening sky.
That scoundrel…" she began to laugh, "That barbaric blundering genius
of a fool!" He has found two others who can Mindlink… that is the only
thing that could explain a concentration of psyche particles!"
Billary smiled widely as she began to walk back to the entrance of the
Asylum. But then, pausing to think, she turned once more to the cell
containing TCM902.10. "You have been invaluable TCM902.10… and for
that…" She raised the silver pistol, shining from the light of the
setting sun, streaming through the barred window, "I thank you." She
pulled the trigger five times, and ran laughing down the corridor of
the Asylum.

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Chapter 10: The Revelation

"Where am I?" John asked quietly, his voice hushed with both fear and
awe at the sheer whiteness about him in all directions.
The hunched, old woman smiled kindly at him," You are where dreams end
and reality begins." She laughed at John's perplexed face. "Don't try
to understand it too much, but do not ignore it completely. Somewhere
between ignorance and the truth lies the level that you can now only
grasp."
"Who are you?" For a second John thought he recognized her, the way
she smiled, the way her eyes glistened within her an undying will
though her body was so overtaken with age. "I'm sorry, for a second I
thought I knew you… for a second I thought."
"But you do know me, and I you. Often what you think is true, it's
when you don't think and accept the lies when you are deceived. But
telling you who I am, and was will not help you understand what you
must now grasp. It would only further confuse you and cast you into
the swirling chaos of doubt and puzzlement."
"One second I was on Mikey Prime's electric pink spaceship and now…
I'm here… in … in … Am I dead?!" The sudden thought made John's heart
race excitedly, his head pounding fiercely"
"No, you are still on that fowl creature's spacecraft. I could tell
you that I was merely Mindlinking with you, but that would be a gross
exaggeration. But just accept that your body remains on the
spacecraft, while your mind and presence dwells temporarily here."
"And you still can't tell me where here is…"
"You are correct," her eyes danced as if their was some great humor in
their current situation, John's bewilderment and her knowing
everything that would happen in the next hundred years.
"Well then… I supposed the real question is, why am I here."
"You are here to understand what must happen, and how to make this
occurrence come about."
"Ok…"
"Oh, didn't she tell you?"
"Who… tell me what?"
"She must die. It will be an accident, but what you must understand is
that sometimes death is necessary for life to get its chance."
"Die?! Who will die? Who is this 'She' you are talking about? The more
you talk to me the more confused I am!"
"I am sorry," the old woman turned her face away from him, "I don't
mean to confuse you, I just can't say the obvious, because the obvious
isn't obvious to you. But enough talk, you must concentrate, this is
the time where you must grow in these few, short hours which would
take almost every other a lifetime."
"What are you talking abou…"
"Close your eyes," suddenly the woman's voice sounded as if she were
inwardly weeping, "Close your eyes and you will see… see what will be;
what can still be prevented!"
John raised his hand to protest, but the woman had placed her wrinkled
hand over his lids before he could even utter his hushed, "No…"
Just as the transition from the walls of the pink spaceships corridor
to the forever whiteness had been shocking, so was the transition from
the forever whiteness to the forever blackness. Everywhere John could
see was darkness.

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Slowly, though, small pricks of white began to form across the pitch
blackness. John slowly realized that the small pricks of white light
were stars. "How am I breathing?" thought John. He wasn't as terrified
as you or I would be if suddenly we found ourselves floating through
deep space. He was awed at how enormous the whole thing was, the
universe opening before him like a sea before the horizon.
A meteor came rushing towards him, and John put up his hands to
protect him, and just as he passed through the meteor he noticed that
he couldn't see his hands. Looking down, he couldn't see his feet or
body. He tried to move his hands, but couldn't. "I suppose I'm not
really here, it's as if I'm just a living camera… my… Mind's eye?"
He shook his head slowly, thinking that was the best explanation. He
was his Mind's eye seeing, whatever he was supposed to see, here in
the dead of space. He traveled for what seemed like days, which in
reality was only a few hours. The first ten sun's he had passed
through he had entered with screams of terror, but after the 15th one,
he got the hang of not really being there, but merely seeing with his
mind's eye.
The boredom of the past hours suddenly came to a halt as a blue and
green spinning orb slowly came into view. John's speed slowly
decreased until he felt he wasn't moving at all, the blue and green
planet the only thing he could see. The realization that what he was
indeed watching was the earth, took him by such surprise he always
thought himself a poor critical thinker afterward.
There it was: The earth in all her brilliance. The sunlight was just
breaking over the North American continent when it happened. John
looked on in horror as enormous bursts of flame rose up from the
cities and formed mushroom clouds. He could see the rockets' smoke
streaming behind them as they formed more mushroom clouds across the
face of the earth.
John found his speed once again increasing towards the east coast of
North America. Maryland came into view, and then a small clearing, in
the midst of woods, that he had never seen before. In the center of
this clearing was a small cottage. The red door to the cottage slowly
opened to reveal a small girl skipping out to the forest.
She had golden curls that glistened in the clear blueness of the sky.
John almost forgot about the mushroom clouds as he gazed at her brown,
gleaming eyes. When she tripped and fell over a loose branch and she
screamed, John remembered the horror of those bombs. He rushed over to
her, and in doing so found that he could see himself again.
He picked the girl up and embraced her, tears flowing from her brown
eyes, down her rosy, chubby cheeks. Daddy! The bombs are coming! She
began to scream, she pointed at the sky. John smiled at her, tears
falling from his own brown eyes, "I know they are… but I'm not your
father… I'm not married…"
The girl's face pressed firmly against his chest as her cubby arm
raised pointing to the sky. "Look! Stop the bombs Daddy! Stop the
bombs!" John looked up just in time to see the falling missile.
John's arms and legs and body again disappeared as he felt himself fly
away from the surface of the earth. But as he felt himself flee from
the devastation, he could not turn his Mind's eye away from that
little girl.
"Stop the bombs Daddy! Stop the bombs!" Her voice seemed to echo in
his mind. "Stop the bombs Dad," The pricks of white light enveloped
the darkness of endless space and returned John to the forever
whiteness. The old woman was lying on the ground of the whiteness,
slowly whispering, "Stop the bombs, Daddy," as she disappeared in the
whiteness and the familiar walls of the Corridor and the frantic
figure of BirDee came into view.

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It is FINISHED!!!!!!!! The first Book anywho! Now i need to get started on the Next Book of the Famed Series (Famed in my own mind anywho! n_n!!!)

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Lol, billary Clinton, now that's funny!