Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Four Sided War ❯ Enter Michael Blasting ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Three: Enter Michael Blasting

 

“Oh!” Arnie sunk his head in his arms.

“What's wrong sir?” David walked in.

“It's a most horrible thing! Nothing can compare!”

“Oh no! What could be so horrid?!”

“The author, she put nonsense in this story! It was so dramatic! Then she inserted stupid humor!” Arnie sobbed uncontrollably. David cocked his head to the side.

“Give me your pants,” Arnie pulled his head up.

“Uh, what sir?”

“Give me your pants!”

David took of his pants.

“Underwear too,”

David blushed and took off his underwear. Arnie took the two articles of clothing and tossed them out of the window.

“Back to your work, Bunzuvrok!” Arnie shooed him away. David quietly walked back to the lobby, his head hid under his arms.

 

Cheyanne saw him walk into the office. She pulled out some clothes.

“Why do you have these?” David looked at her funny.

“I know him, so I ransacked your house and got emergency clothes!” she smiled.

“Oh, uh, thanks, I guess…” he accepted the clothes, put them on, and got back to his work.

 

Alex Rashell sat down in the middle of the old football field. He was just made the new drill instructor for the Radjickian army. He pulled out a notebook and pencil and began writing out a lesson plan for the day.

“Seventy push-ups for the first day. Maybe some laps. I'll defiantly yell at them for the stupidest reasons,” he scribbled down some commands and drew little stick figure men. It began to sprinkle as some clouds formed over the field. The recruits started coming. They all lined up for inspection. He realized half of them were much bugger and older than he was. He picked out one, very large, muscular one to antagonize.

“Hey you, what are these?” he went up to the guy and pointed at his well-sculpted chest.

“My pecks, sir!” the man grunted.

“They look like titties to me, boy!” Alex backed up and looked at them all.

“And from now on, you will start AND end your sentences with `sir,' got it?!”

“Sir, yes, sir!” They all yelled. The rest of the day was torture for Alex's pleasure.

 

Early the next moring, Brittany and Craig met in a dark room.

“Britt, it's 3 o' clock in the morning, why are we here?” Craig yawned.

“I'm not sure, my brain just seemed compelled to have this meeting,” she felt for his shoulder.

“My dick,” he began.

“Hold that,” she grabbed his neck, “There's evil afoot!”

“EVILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!” Craig moaned. Brittany pulled out a flashlight in the direction of the evil, only to whack David, of all people, In the face.

“What are you doin here?!” Craig looked confused.

“I like to watch…and Chef sent me here to offer you guys a deal,” David stood up.

“If we didn't want to get into this war, what makes you think we'd join you guys?” Britt raged.

“Not join us, partner with us!” David grinned.

“Hmm,” Britt and Craig thought.

“You see, you guys just keep doing what you do now, only you provide us with your smarts as well. What do you guys say?”

Britt and Craig looked at each other. They thought for quite a while and whispered a bit to each other, then looked at David.

“Deal!” Craig stuck his hand out. David shook on the deal.

“Thanks!” He smiled, but then frowned.

“Aww, what wrong, Davy-poo?” Britt frowned as well. Craig gagged.

“The Radjicks made a deal with the Angelics. They'll pretend they are with us, then turn the table and back them up,” David laid his head on Britt's shoulder.

“Don't worry, it's gonna be okay,” Britt hugged him. Craig gagged some more.

 

Berlyn Whysell sat in the band room of the old high school. The school was broken up between the four groups. Most would think everyone being so close would cause conflict, but they all kept to themselves. Anyways, Berlyn was in the band room, which was claimed by the Angelics. She was reporting for her first time as a school worker, so she had a map out.

“Wow, er didn't get much!” Berlyn frowned at the map.

Though the Angelics owned the office and the band area, which are vital area, the Demonazis owned the gym, which was full of hiding places and had the balcony. Luckily for the Angelics, the Radjicks owned the auditorium, which may prove useful…

She pondered a bit.

 

Micky, the leader of the Angelics, was entrusted with taking a package to the door at the end of the East Wing. The problem was, this wing was taken over completely by Demonazis and Insanians. No one is supposed to bother one another in the building, but the Demonazis were known fir breaking the rules. Due to the fact he was THE leader of the Angelics, he was in sever danger. He took the chance. It was his responsibility as the leader, and as a man. He stated into the lightless hallway. The Demonazis wished there to be no light In the East Wing, so there wasn't. Though it was dark, he walked with no fear. Just then. Cheyanne and David jumped in front of him from a hole in the ceiling.

“We are the crazy secretaries.

Yes, yes, our legs are hairy.

We drink the milk that's dairy.

And we are very very scary!”

They sang to him, over and over and over and over and over—

“I get it!” Micky grabbed the both of them by the shoulders. Then he paused.

“Why did you two do that?”

“We don't know,” they sighed and walked away. He stood there for a few minutes, in awe, then went on to fulfill his deed.

 

Leah sat in the middle of the South Wing, waiting for someone to run over her. Craig came along, with a bit of a jealous look on his face.

“What's wrong?” Leah asked him.

“Oh, nothing, it's just that Britt slept with David,” Craig frowned, then sat on the floor next to Leah. All of a sudden, they heard the front doors open. Then they heard the jingling of chains and the clomping of big boots. Next, they saw a tall, skinny, shaved head man dressed in black with large black boots and many large chains dangling from his pants walking down the hall toward them.

“Michael!” Craig ran and hugged the man, nearly squeezing his guts out.

“It's been a long time,” tears came to Craig's eyes.

“Too long,” the tall man smiled.

“What brings ya back? Especially in the middle of this big was,” Craig looked at him.

“I realized that I'm needed here,” the man gazed into Craig's eyes.

“Um, hell?” Leah looked confused.

“Oh!” Craig jumped then went on to introduce Michael.

“This, this is Michael Blasting, and old chum of mine!” he patted the taller man on the lower back….

“Hello,” Michael stuck his hand out and Leah shook it. She looked at how the man appeared to be a bit older than Craig, and how Craig lustfully gazed at him…

“Anyway, I figured I could be like, a general-like figure In the Insanians,” Michael looked at Craig.

“I'd be honored to have you as a general, and just in time! All the armies are getting uniforms today!” Craig smiled.

 

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