Tech-Room Secrets

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I had a good 2 1/2 hour busride on the way up, and I wrote for a third of it, then wrote when I got home, and wrote today, so hey! I've got a good start! :smiley: I'm actually in the double digits! :smiley: woo-hoo! ;)
 
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~Kim~
 
Hey, everyone! We are nearing the end of Tech Room Secrets! There is only about 2-3 chapters left and then it’s over. But, before I start to “prattle on” here is the not-as-long-as-last-chapter- awaited chapter! Number 15. J Enjoy, and please let me know what you think! J



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Chapter 15

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Michael asked Kat through a closed door on an airplane. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Of course I’m sure,” she replied.

“Who knows what will happen…”

“I’ll be ready.”

“But what if you’re not?”

Kat stopped abruptly. He had a point. What if she wasn’t ready? What would that do to their mission? Then her thoughts drifted back to Sydney. She had to do this for Sydney.

“Not being ready isn’t an option.”

She then opened the door, and walked out in a flowy, baby blue dress with long, drooping sleeves. “What about you, Mr. Delorme?” she asked in her nearly perfect French accent. “Are you ready?”

“Let’s go darling,” was his perfectly accented reply. “Here, My Love, your necklace.”

“Aw, how sweet of you. ‘Adrianna and Michael Delorme Forever’. It’s beautiful.”

The necklace was Kat’s audio recorder. It would record over seven hours of audio footage. Michael’s gold plated watch would record video footage when he pushed a side button. The plane was two minutes away from landing, and their mission would begin: both agents set on coming back with the antidote—no matter what.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Jack sat holding Sydney’s hand. She had been asleep for hours, and Jack had been next to her every minute. She looked so sick it broke what was left of his already shattered heart. His eyes were glazed with tears; his chin was quivering. Still his gaze remained on Sydney. He wouldn’t remove his eyes from her.

Her repeated tossing and turning made him uneasy, and her deep, jagged breath was just one of the indicators of how sick she really was. If something happened to Michael and Kat, it would take even longer to get the antidote. There was no telling how long Sydney could last like this. She was strong, but not even a Bristow could stop time.

“Sydney,” Jack whispered with quivering lips and an escaped tear. “Promise me you’ll stay with me. That you’ll hold on. Please. “

He then broke down, as Sydney slowly and painfully lifted her eyelids. She squeezed his hand. Her silent “I promise” instantly clung to him. She looked at Jack as she did when she was sick as a little girl. Gathering every breath she had, she spoke.

“I love you, Daddy,” came her whispered words.

The she shut her eyes, and stopped breathing.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Michael escorted Kat into a large hotel. They were going to meet someone there, who would then help them get the antidote from the department store. They received their key and went up to their suite—number 15.

They left all their tech, which was secretly hidden in their suitcases, in their room and went down to the café to wait for their contact.

The café was beautiful. They found the table they were supposed to sit at, and waited. After an hour and a piece of chocolate cake, with no sign of their contact, Kat decided to go “freshen up” (and plant a few bugs in the halls on her way…) in the bathroom.

Kat reached the bathroom after planting both video and audio bugs. She opened the door of a stall and almost threw up at what she saw. Blood- lots and lots of blood- was everywhere. The blood spelled out a word on the wall. There were 8 stalls, so Kat acted fast.

Quickly she opened the first stall. There was a word there too. It read ‘Sorry’. Then she opened the second: ‘to’. After seeing two words in blood, Kat knew that was a message for her. After opening five of the doors, the message read: ‘Sorry to take your contact.’

Kat took a deep breath and then opened two more. The last door was the only one she hadn’t opened yet. She opened it and walked inside. There was the most blood in here than in any of the other stalls, a word, and a body. There was blood all over the woman’s body. Now it made sense and now it was even more serious. The message read: ‘Sorry to take your contact. See you soon.’

She checked the lady’s pulse and didn’t find a beat as she had expected. After checking for anything that could help her and Michael and finding nothing, Kat slowly backed out of the stall. She ran into someone. Very quickly she turned around as a very strong man put his arms around her. He tried to pick her up, but luckily she was wearing a purse complete with perfume and a large can of pepper spray. She pulled out the pepper spray and sprayed it into the man’s eyes. He let go of her to relieve the pain and Kat ran out the door.

As she ran back to the table she realized that Michael was gone.

“Excuse me,” she said politely to a waiter. “Have you seen my husband?”

“No,” answered the waiter. “But I have seen your partner. Michael Vaughn, I believe is his name.”

Kat didn’t even have time to blink. The waiter pulled out a gun, and slammed it down on her head, knocking her unconscious.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

“You got your intel WHERE?” Jack angrily yelled at a scared Andy Hunter.

“Off of my AIM friend…You know, AOL instant messenger?” Andy replied.

“Agent Hunter, I am very aware of what AIM means. What I am wondering is if you know that I’ve just sent my daughter and Agent Vaughn to France to get an antidote that might not even exist; while my other daughter can only breathe because she has an oxygen mask on and her survival depends on the antidote that you claimed to know where it was.”

“I’m sorry, Sir…Agent Bristow. It’s just that Rina has never given my faulty intel…She’s reliable. I promise.”

“What?”

“I said Rina’s never given me faulty intel.”

“What’s her e-mail address?”

“ It’s ramrina<0>47@yahoo.com. Why?”

“Add a ‘baldi’ to ‘ram’ and add ‘I’ to ‘rina’ and you get Rambaldi Irina.”

“Who’s Irina?”

“A dangerous, ex-KGB agent who, under false pretenses, used the cover name Laura and became my wife.”

“Oh.”

“That means that Agent Vaughn and Kat are going to run into trouble. And you, Agent Hunter, you should be grateful that I have more important things on my mind than you. If I didn’t have Sydney to look after, than you’d have found your trouble by now.”

With those threatening words, Jack went back to sit with Sydney and call Kat, and Andy got as far away as he could from Jack.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

BRING, BRING! BRING, BRING!

Alice ran and answered the phone.

“Hello,” she said.

“Have you made your decision yet?” Andrew’s distorted voice said.

“Yes,” Alice replied. “I will help you. What do I have to do?”

“Go to the C.I.A.’s special hospital. You will pose as a nurse. Sydney Bristow is there in room 21c. You have to damage her oxygen mask.”

“You- you mean I have to kill her…”

“Alice, she is a very evil woman. She deserves to die.”

“She deserves to die…” Alice repeated.

“I’ll fax you what you need to know. As soon as you read it, you should go. I’ll contact you in three hours.”

Andrew hung up. Alice was left alone to wait on the fax. Less than two minutes later, the fax machine printed out two pages of information that Alice would need.

“Sydney Bristow better watch out,” Alice said to herself with a sly smile. :sly:

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Michael couldn’t see anything. He could feel that he was tied to something, but he didn’t know what. He didn’t know where he was or who had captured him. Kat’s whereabouts were just as much of a mystery.

He knew he had to get out of where ever he was. The question was: How?

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Kat moaned as the pain of the bump on her head washed over her. She opened her eyes and recognized all too well were she was. She had been there several times a week when she was a little girl. This was Alexander Khasinou’s house.

She was tied to a rather uncomfortable chair that she recognized as one that she had sat in when she got in trouble when she was small. To her surprise, his house hadn’t changed a bit. She sat thinking of ways to get out of the chair, and ultimately the house. It couldn’t be too hard; she had snuck out of here several times before when her mother and Khasinou had to talk about business, which she later learned was assassinating people.

Footsteps were approaching her. Kat decided to go for the ‘I’m sorry’ approach. Khasinou walked in, followed by a younger man she had never seen before. Both men eyed her suspiciously, not seeming to know who she was.

“Who are you?” Khasinou asked her.

“I am extremely disappointed in you, Mr. Casserole,” Kat replied. “How can you not remember me?”

His mouth dropped clear down to his toes. “Katarina? Katarina Olana? How—Where?”

“I guess I’ve got some explaining to do.”

“Yes, that would be nice.”

Khasinou helped her out of the chair. Then they walked down the hallway as Kat falsely explained how she ran away to find her family, but couldn’t find them and how she met Michael. She called him her boyfriend, which neither man questioned.

“But why are you here?” Khasinou asked.

“I’ll pay you the courtesy of telling you, but where is Michael?

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Alice made it inside the hospital without suspicion. She waited until Jack got out of Sydney’s room to go to the bathroom before she went in.

She felt guilty for what she was about to do, but then she remembered what Andrew had said. Sydney deserved this. So, she started to mess with the oxygen mask.

Sydney opened her eyes and saw Alice messing with her vital machines.

“Alice?” she managed to say.

Alice jumped. She was very scared. She quickly yanked the mask off and threw it on the floor. Then she poked holes in the tube so they couldn’t just put the mask back on her. With her oxygen cut off, Sydney began to suffocate. Still scared, Alice ran out of the room.
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A blinding light filled the room. Michael felt dizzy, and was certain that he looked like it too. He was expecting an interrogator, but instead saw Kat come running down the stairs, followed by Khasinou and who he correctly assumed to be one of his minions.

Khasinou unlocked the chains that were tying him to what he now knew to be a chair. Kat then helped him stand and hugged him.

“Listen closely,” she whispered in his ear. “You can call me Katarina now. You’re my boyfriend. Play along.”

Then she gave him a big kiss. Turning every shade of red she said, “Michael, are you alright? I was so worried.”

“Yes, I think so,” he replied in shock. “Where are we?”

“Remember when I told you about my mother’s friend, Mr. Khasinou?”

“Ah, yes. Whom you used to call, Mr. Casserole?”

Kat nodded in amazement. She had never told him about that. She had never told anyone about that. “This is him. We’re at his house.”

Michael extended his arm, and Khasinou shook it. They exchanged “Nice to meet you” ’s Then Khasinou spoke again.

“Come,” he said. “You must be starving. You should eat with me.”

“Are you sure?” Kat asked him. “We wouldn’t want to be nuisances.“

“I insist,” he replied.

So the four of them went upstairs to the dining room.

“Franz,” Khasinou told the other man. “Please go get Katarina Olana and her friend here something to drink. Wine, perhaps?”

“Actually, water will be fine.” Kat said before Franz could leave.

“Water for me, too,” Michael said. “That is if it’s not too much trouble.”

“No. That will be fine. Cheaper, really,” Khasinou laughed with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

Franz brought back their water and Khasinou a glass of wine. After taking a sip, he spoke.

“Now, Katarina, I gave you your man back,” he said with a smile. “Would you please tell me why you are here trying to find an antidote that your mother has to a rare substance?”

Kat was shocked. Her mother had the antidote to what might kill Sydney. For a moment, she didn’t speak.

“Katarina?” Khasinou asked, clearly concerned.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Actually I’m here because of my mother. I saw how foolish I was in running away, and I decided to come back. I knew Mom wouldn’t stay in our old house, so I thought I could find someone who knew where she was, or where the antidote was, I could apologize,” she falsely explained, “and introduce her to Michael.” Kat leaned over and kissed him and he (just to keep up their act) kissed her back.

Khasinou sat smiling as their food was brought out. “I see,” he began. “Well, Katarina, I believe I can help you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. After the two of you eat, I’ll have Franz escort you two over to your mother’s cottage.”

“I’d really appreciate it.”

“I bet you would.”

Kat eyed him suspiciously. What did that mean? Was he on to them? Kat began to feel dizzy; her eye-lids grew heavy. She looked at Michael only to find him struggling to remain awake as well. As she watched, his head dropped into his plate filled of food. Before Kat’s head hit the table, she managed to push her plate away. Khasinou’s smile was the last thing she saw as he watched her hit the table.

Franz walked over to Khasinou. “That was easy,” he said. “Are you sure those two are really enemies?”

“Franz, my son, I am positive. Now, let’s take them over to Irina as planed.”

“Yes, sir.”

So Franz drug Michael out into the limousine parked out front and ties his hands and feet, covered his eyes with a cloth and put duct tape around his mouth. Then, he got into the driver’s seat and turned the limo on. A few minutes later, Khasinou arrived with Kat. She was light enough for him to carry without dragging her, so he did. After putting her in the backseat with Michael, tying her with the same restraints and closing and locking the back doors, he climbed into the passenger’s seat next to Franz and nodded. They drove away in the direction of Irina’s cottage.

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Jack walked back into Sydney’s room. She was all alone and when he looked closer, he noticed she wasn’t breathing and her oxygen mask was on the floor beside the bed. He quickly picked it up and placed it back on her. Then he noticed the holes in the tube.

The heartbeat monitor was showing how fast her heartbeat was dropping. He had to get a doctor.

Jack quickly went into the hallway. There was only one nurse out there.

“Hey, you!” he called to her.

Alice turned around, saw who it was, and began to run.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Jack said more to himself than to her.

He started to chase after her. Quickly, he caught up, and pinned her down on the floor. Alice struggled to get away, but could not.

“What did you do to my daughter’s oxygen?” he accusingly asked.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Alice replied.

“Then why did you run?”

Alice didn’t know what to say to that. Andrew didn’t mention anything about being pinned down by Sydney’s father. He also didn’t mention that he had such a good grip.

“That’s what I thought,” Jack said interrupting her thoughts. “Get up.”

“What?” Alice asked still wondering what to do.

“Get up.”

She hesitantly stood to her feet, just in time to see Jack’s gun to go driving into her head. She toppled over, as Jack had intended her to, onto the floor.

He was putting handcuffs on her when he heard someone walk up to them. Jack looked up to see Sark pointing a gun at his head. Sark was shaking his head at what he saw.

“Jack Bristow,” he said with disgust. “I should have known you’d try to mess up my plans.”

Jack glared his famous “Bristow-glare” at him and remained silent.

“All I wanted to do was kill your daughter faster. Is that such a crime?” Sark asked with a sly twinkle in his eye.

Jack’s glare was even harder now. Harder than anyone (including Marshall) had ever seen.

“Well technically,” he continued noting the change in Jack’s glare. “It is a crime. But that’s why I enjoy it so much. It’s like illegal things are drawn to me. Now, Jack, I would love to stay and watch Sydney die, but I’m afraid the schedule won’t allow that. If you’d be so kind as to hand my quite attractive accomplice over, than I’d be much obliged.”

“And why should I do that?” Jack asked stubbornly through his clenched teeth,

“I have two reasons. One: I have a gun pointed at your head. Two: I have a man in a room with another of your hurt agents. Now, I know for a fact that he is of value to you because your other daughter is in love with him. Which is besides the fact that he has a photographic memory. Isn’t it? If you don’t hand her over,” Sark said pointing at Alice. “Then he will die as well as you, leaving little Katarina all alone. Take a look.”

Sark showed him a hand-held monitor. Sark’s man was in Marshall’s room. There was a gun held to his head, but he didn’t know because he was fast asleep with his teddy bear, Que. Which was good news for Marshall because if he knew what was going on, he would freak out and try to talk his way out of it, and let’s face it talking isn’t Marshall’s strong suit. But the guard might shoot himself if he was in there too long with Marshall…no, it’s a good thing Marshall was asleep.

“Take her,” Jack said as he undid the handcuffs. “Get your man out of there. NOW.”

“Good choice, Jack. Very good choice,” Sark replied with a grin as he took Alice in his arms. Then to his man in Marshall’s room he said, “Meet me at the extraction point.”

Jack watched silently as Sark began to slowly walk away. He was almost around the corner when he turned around.

“Jack,” he said. “You might want to go see Sydney. One can only go so long without oxygen.”

Wanting more than ever to kill Sark, but knowing he was right, Jack ran back into Sydney’s room to call for help.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Michael woke up with mashed potatoes on his face. He was on a rather comfy mattress, in a nice room. A really nice room. He walked to the door and tried to get out, but it was locked.

He heard noises coming from the closet. He went up to it and found a door to a secret passage way. He opened it and saw Kat come crawling through.

“Kat?” he asked surprised to see her crawling around in closets.

“No, I’m the Easter Bunny. Of course it’s me!” Kat replied.

“Where are we?” he asked as he licked a little bit of the mashed potatoes of his face.

Kat bit her lip. “Well, there’s good news and bad news. Khasinou didn’t believe us, which is why you’ve got mashed potatoes all over your face.”

“What’s the good news?” he asked.

“We’re at my mom’s house.”

“No really, what’s the good news?”

Kat looked down. “That was the good news.”

“How is that good news?”

“Although she moved, she never really moved.”

Seeing Michael’s confused look she explained.

“This new cottage was built exactly like my favorite level f her old house. Complete with all the secret passages. I know how to get us out of here without using doors.”

Creaking of wood was heard outside the door, along with footsteps.

“That’s gotta be your mom,” Michael whispered.

Kat turned very pale and a tear slid down her face as a key jingled in the door.

Michael saw how upset she was, and could somewhat imagine what she was going through.
“Get out of here,” he whispered to her.

“I can’t do that to you. She killed your father,” she whispered back.

“I’ll be fine. Go.”

Hesitantly she went back into the closet and disappeared as Irina came in. He was initially shocked at her friendly yet intimidating appearance. What shocked him more was what she asked him.

“Do you love Sydney?”

“What?” Michael asked shocked.

“Do you love Sydney Anne Bristow?”

“Yes.”

“Then come with me.”

“Wait.”

Irina turned around. “We don’t have much time. What is it?”

“I need you to give me an honest answer. Do you love Kat?”

Michael was surprised to see tears forming in her eyes.

“Yes; yes I do.”

“Then why did you try to kill her?”

“Mr. Vaughn, you have to understand something,” Irina began tears coming down her face in a steady stream. “I took care of Katarina as best I could when she was little. I couldn’t get too close to her…in-in case something ever happened to me. When I told her the truth, I knew she’d want to leave; to go find Jack and Sydney. I knew she’d be safer there, Jack always was very protective, but then word got out that I’d just let her go. I was considered unloyal. So, to safe her life and mine, I sent out word to the CIA that I was going to kill her, which was never true. My superiors were told she was dead, and we were both safe.”

There was silence for a minute, and then she continued.

“If there had been any other way, and I mean any other way to keep us safe, I would have done it. I know you have no reason to believe me, especially since I- because of what happened to your father, but please do.”

She then wiped her eyes and looked to the ground. After she had composed herself, she looked up. Michael was looking past her, so she turned around. Kat was standing there, tears on her face. Both women just stood staring. Finally after several minutes of awkward silence, Kat spoke.

“Was all of that true?” she whispered.

Irina nodded.

“I’ve thought for years that you hated me.”

Irina didn’t know how to respond.

“Come on,” she said after a few silent minutes. “I’ll get you the antidote you came for.”

Michael opened the door and walked into the hall. Irina followed and then came Kat. Irina took lead in the hallway, taking them to her room. She pulled a few levers and a hidden door opened. Irina began to walk down a flight of stairs, when she looked back.

“Are you coming?” she asked.

“I’m gonna stay here,” Kat replied.

“I’ll go down,” Michael replied giving Kat a glance at his watch.

Irina and Michael then headed downstairs as Kat pulled out her cell phone. She saw she had missed two messages: both were from her father.

“Message One,” the computer-like voice said before playing the message.

“Kat, your mother has the antidote. Be careful and call me as soon as you can.”

“Message Two.”

“Kat, Sark was here. He had someone pose as a nurse and come in to kill Sydney. They messed with her oxygen. The doctors, they’re trying to stabilizer her. I’ll call you back soon.”

“End of messages.”


~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

The doctors were rushing everywhere. They were all trying to stabilize Sydney. They had given her a new oxygen mask, but it wasn’t helping. Her heart rate was fluctuating by the minute. Everyone knew they had to do something fast or she would die.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Michael and Irina upstairs a minute later. Michael had the antidote in his hand.

“We have to hurry,” Kat told them. “Sark tried to kill Sydney. He had someone take her off her oxygen mask and then they punctured it so Dad wouldn’t be able to put it back on. The doctors are doing everything they can, but that might not be enough.”

“We’ll leave now,” Michael immediately said.

“We appreciate your help,” Kat told her mother.

“If you ever need me…I’ll find you,” Irina replied. “The back door’s over there. Take one of my planes.”

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Sydney’s heartbeat began to fall faster every second.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Michael and Kat turned to leave but were hit on their heads. They both hit the ground.

“I’m sorry,” Irina told them as they were on the ground.

She pulled out a piece of paper and explained how to correctly use the antidote. She gently slid the paper into Kat’s pocket, gently running her fingers through Kat’s brown hair as she did when Kat was little. Then she took them out to one of her planes, set it on auto-pilot and let it fly them to L.A.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

“Come on Bristow. Stay with us,” one of the doctors said.

“Alright, everyone,” said another. “Clear!”

Sydney’s condition improved for a moment, and then went back down.

“Clear!”

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

“Ouch,” Kat said as she gently massaged the bump on her head. “Is there a record for how many times you’ve been knocked out from a bump on the head in less than half a day?”

“I don’t know,” Michael replied as he to rubbed the bump on his head.

“If there is I think I beat it.”

“Kat, can I ask you something?”

“Of course. Ask away.”

“Do you believe what your mother told you back there? Her reason for trying to kill you?”

There was silence for a minute.

“No. No, I don’t believe it. I have no reason to believe a word she says unless it involves killing someone. What about you?”

“She seemed sincere. But, that in mind, she’s also a spy. Spies are good at acting, so she could be lying or telling the truth, and we wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. So, in all honesty, I don’t know.”

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

“Come on, Bristow. Come on.”

“Clear!”

Nothing happened.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

“We’re almost to L.A. About twenty minutes from landing so, you should probably call your dad.”

“Yeah, okay. Hand me my phone?”

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

“Clear!”

The heart monitor began to scream a long, shrill beep. Sydney’s heart stopped beating.

Every medics face was looking sad and tired. Each knew what a great agent she was, and how heart shattering it would be to tell her father that she was dead. One melancholy doctor looked at his watch.

“Time of death: 4:54 p.m.”

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Kat was surprised to find that it took ten rings for her father to answer his cell phone. Kat immediately knew that something was wrong when she heard his far-off, saddened “Bristow” as his greeting.

Michael sat across from Kat watching her. He wanted so badly to know what was going on. A tear went sliding down the side of Kat’s check, making him even more curious. Whatever it was that had happened, he knew it wasn’t good.

“No, I’ll tell him,” she finally spoke. “We can talk about that later, Dad. Yeah. I will. We’ll be there in about twenty minutes. I love you.”

Kat hung up the phone and then threw it into the side of the plane. Though she tried her best to be strong, she began to cry into her hands. She allowed the tears to flow freely, although they probably would flow just as much if she tried to stop them.

Michael noticed this immediately and got up and sat down next to her.

“Kat, what did he say?” Michael asked very concerned. “What happened? Is it Syd? Is she okay?”

Kat slowly lifted her head from her hands and hoarsely whispered, “She’s dead.”
 
Yay! It's done! :P Thought you'd never do it...hehe!

Great chapter hon. :smiley: Loved it...it's sad that she's "dead" though (I put it in quotations bc/I never trust what you write!). :( Poor Michael, Kat & Jack...and Marshall, cause he's gonna have to deal w/Kat...
 
you can't end it like that, you have to write more other wise this is like the worst story ever. Can't you make so that sydney lives and than they live hapily ever after??? What r u trying to do to us? kill???

~Kim~
 
lol. I get the point I'm evil. :sly: No, i don't want you people's to die....or do I? :sly: But if you're not pleased now, you just wait. What does that mean, you ask? You'll have to wait and see. :sly:
I started on chapter 16...I wrote 3 sentences! :smiley: whoo-hoo! Hang in there, though. I'll finish it.....





Eventually. :sly: <-----I love that smilie now!
 
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