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Dr. Junkee 2 Loonies United (part 13)
By JPJunkee
High above in the clouds above. . . .
"Hey blue boy!" Bob shouted in an angry tone.
"What do you want?" the God With No Name asked.
"The warrior you revived for us died," Dan said.
"Pity."
"We need you to give us another warrior. . . . Pleeeeeeease?"
The God With No Name chuckled slightly, "Okay, fine."
"What's with the chuckling, bucko?"
"Sorry?"
"What are you trying to pull? It better be an actual warrior this time, too." Bob said.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Neither do I, so shut up, Bob," Dan said.
Bob's font glared at the blue God, but said nothing more.
* * *
A sparkle of gold pixy dust came down from the skies, and sprinkled down upon the charred dead body of Amber. His skin began to glow, then he smiled and jumped to his feet.
"Dark Hunter killed Carnotaur3," he growled, "I hate Dark Hunter!!!!" Then he started running into the jungle, waving his arms around and screaming a lot.
* * *
Yvonne and Snake-Mark walked side by side over the sandy ground, on their way to the maintenance shed. As they walked, they passed by the raptor pen, the electric bars that had once held the animals inside were now twisted and broken. And laying not too far away from the raptor pen, was a pile of dead raptor bodies.
"That's interesting," Snake-Mark said. "Think Panos killed these things, too?"
"What are you talking about?" Yvonne asked.
Snake-Mark shook his head. The dead raptors were already beginning to smell. "Okay, the way I see it. Panos wanted to kill us all, right? So, he made a deal with the raptors, and broke them out of their cage when we weren't looking. He probably promised them it would go 50/50, but they got greedy, so he killed them."
"Didn't Goodbytes turn off the power?"
"Well. . . yes, what's your point?"
"Couldn't the raptors have gotten out simply because the power was out?"
Snake-Mark thought about it for a moment, then sighed, "I'm sorry did you just say something?"
"I said--"
"Oh, look at that, come on!" Snake-Mark exclaimed, leading Yvonne towards the trees.
"There's the shed," Yvonne whispered. "We can make it if we run."
"No . . . . We can't," Snake-Mark said quietly, but still managed to sound like a real bad ass.
"Why not?"
"Because, we're being hunted." Snake-Mark pointed his shotgun at the bushes in front of him. "In the bushes straight ahead . . . It's all right."
"What do you mean it's all right? You said we're being hunted," Yvonne whispered harshly.
"Yes, well, I have a gun. As long as I can shoot the things that are hunting us in the head, BOOM! We live!"
"Well that's good," Yvonne sighed.
"Yes, but, I probably won't be able to shoot them. They'll probably set up some clever trap, and slice us both open and then chew on our innards while we scream to high heaven for our lives to be ended."
"That's not very reassuring."
Snake-Mark started to step towards the bushes in front of him, where the predators remained hidden. "Oooooo, run, towards the shed. . . . I got her! . . . . Go, now!"
Yvonne nodded, turning on her heels, she broke into a run through the jungle, jumping over fallen branches and puddles as she made her way to the shed. Upon reaching the small grey building, she threw open the door and ran inside.
Inside the shed it was nearly pitch black. Yvonne took a moment to catch her breath, then called out into the darkness, "Mr. Goodbytes?!" She pulled out a radio from her pocket that she had obtained from the last episode, but the dumb author forgot to tell you that, and put on the headpiece. "Martin, I'm in."
* * *
In the lobby of the Visitor's Center, Martin Randle had placed the injured Host and the unconscious Drucifer on the lobby desk. Meanwhile, Bish and RaptorHiss sat idly by playing the Silent Game. Both kids were trying their damnedest to be the one to stay quiet the longest, which made Martin happy.
"Martin, I'm in," the radio under his cloak hissed Yvonne's voice.
He unclipped the radio and said, "Where's Snake-Mark?"
"He's out shooting stuff," came Yvonne's reply. "It's dark in here, and I can't find Goodbytes anywhere."
"Then he's dead, you must forget about him," Martin said. "You'll have to reboot the power yourself."
Yvonne took in a deep breath, then said in a stern voice, "Tell me what to do."
* * *
"What's that in the distance?" Vader asked, pointing out over the tops of the trees in the valley below them.
Junkee strained his eyes, looking down at the peculiar line of grey and silver through the jungle. "It looks like a really big fence of some sort."
"It's the parameter fence to the fortified fortress," Dark Hunter whispered in fear.
"What?" Junkee asked.
Dark Hunter shook his head, "I remember the fortress, the fortified fortress. They fortified the fortress, and damn it was fortified."
Junkee swallowed hard, looking at Dark Hunter with concern. "Okay then."
"I HATE YOU!" the blur of a man screamed, hitting Dark Hunter and sending him flying off of his feet screaming.
Junkee, Vader, and Dac all watched Dark Hunter hit the ground with a loud 'wump'. Then they turned to the enraged attacker. The skinny, charred, and muddy Amber growled at them.
"Hello," Dac said as he extended a hand to Amber, "my name's Dac, I don't believe we've met before."
"Ha!" Amber shouted, punching Dac in the stomach, and laughing as he doubled over in pain. "Ahahahahahaha!"
"Should we fight him?" Vader asked Junkee.
Amber turned to Junkee and Vader, growling, "I will destroy you!"
Junkee nodded, "Yes, you go fight him."
"ARRRRHHHH!" Amber leapt at Junkee and Vader.
"Tak taki!" Vader and Amber met in mid-flight, their bodies colliding with one another and then they both fell down onto the ground. Amber quickly took the upper hand, pinning Vader onto the ground. He then started pulling on his earlobes.
Dark Hunter held his throbbing head in his hands. "He hurts you, he hurts you. You! Yessss, me! Me, me, me. What are you doing here? I told you to go, I don't need you anymore. Oh, but you do, you do. Hehehahahahaha! You got your ass kicked, because I wasn't here. You needs our help." Dark Hunter sighed, turning his head to look at Amber as he continued to pull on Vader's ears. "I hate that dummy. We. We hates him! Let's kills him! Poke out his eyeses! Yes!"
Dark Hunter jumped to his feet, and quickly started making his way over to Amber and Vader. As he walked towards them, he saw Junkee standing motionless to the side, simply watching the fight take place.
"Junkee. Hey dipshit," Dark Hunter said.
Junkee frowned, "Are you talking to me?"
"Yes, you stupid brain-dead shit monkey! Toss me that little screwdriver you picked up."
Junkee glared at Dark Hunter for daring to call him a name of any sort, but then reached into his pocket, retrieved the little screwdriver (AKA The Weapon of the Gods!) and tossed it to Dark Hunter.
With the screwdriver in his hands Dark Hunter ran at Amber.
"Ah ha, I have your ears now!" Amber screamed at Vader, then he heard running footsteps coming at him and he looked up to see Dark Hunter with the screwdriver. "Oooo, what's that in your hand?"
"Super duper fast shizzo attack!" Dark Hunter yelled, throwing the screwdriver at Amber's head.
The screwdriver flew through the air, and then right through Amber's head and out the other side. "Guhhhhh," Amber said, before falling to the side, dead.
* * *
"Dammmmmmmmmmmn."
"Hmmm, I'm beginning to see a pattern here."
"Hehehe."
* * *
"You have to stop killing everyone," Junkee said.
"You saved me," Vader said in disbelief. "Thank you. . . that was unexpected."
"Anytime, Vader, anytime. And I just might kill you anytime, too!"
"Huh?"
Dark Hunter picked up the bloody screwdriver and jumped on top of Vader, the two struggled as Dark Hunter tried to stab the small weapon into Vader's chest.
Junkee frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. Dac appeared at his side, rubbing his bruised face, "Shouldn't we stop them?"
"No, let them have their fun."
Vader's eyes were more furious than frightened. He snarled, "You can't kill me, I'm. . . . a main character."
"Hmmm, that's what you think!"
"I AM THE SAVIOR!" Guilty Spark screamed, appearing out nowhere with a big stick, smacking Dark Hunter in the back of the head.
Vader gasped, "Thanks."
"WOO!" Guilty Spark smacked Vader with the big stick, too, knocking him unconscious. Then Spark turned to Dac and Junkee, saluted them, and ran away.
Junkee blinked, "Did something just happen?"
* * *
Martin sighed, looking over his shoulder at the kids who had turned their game of silence into a staring contest. Martin had always liked kids, especially mute ones.
The radio hissed again, "I'm at the power box now."
Martin nodded and said into the radio, "Good. Now, you have to pump the primer handle before you can get a charge or something like that. It's large, flat and grey."
"How do you know that?" Yvonne asked in a frightened voice over the radio.
Martin thought for a moment, "I don't know. . . Hmmmmm, anyway, just pump that damn handle so this story can end already."
"Okay!"
* * *
Yvonne took a deep breath, then began to pump the oddly shaped grey handle up and down, counting as she did so. Suddenly there was a loud bang, and then the whir of a computer throughout the dark room of the maintenance shed she was in. A dim light turned on above her head, making her smile.
"Now Yvonne," Martin said on the radio. "You'll need to switch on the individual park systems, one by one."
"Okay," Yvonne said. She found a row of red buttons going from eye level and then down to her feet. She smiled pressing in the button for the phones, then the t-rex paddock fences, and so on and so forth.
Lights continued to flicker on, and soon she was done. Yvonne smiled surveying the now brightly lit interior of the shed, "Martin, I think the story's almost over!"
"Hey sis."
Yvonne turned around to see her younger brother, holding a axe with a blade made of cheese. "Oh shit."
Dino_Dude grinned madly, holding the axe above his head. Yvonne screamed, then ran behind a chain link fence, and closed the door shut behind her. Her brother frowned, but began to hack away at the fencing, trying to get to her and extract his revenge. Hyperventilating, Yvonne backpedaled, running into a closet door. She felt something hit her shoulder, and looked to see Goodbyte's reassuring hand (with a cigarette still in it!) resting on her shoulder.
"Oh, Mr. Goodbytes," she said. "Where the hell have you been?" She turned around, to see Mr. Goodbytes standing behind her with a smile on his face. "Thank God, I thought that might have just been your arm only, or something."
"No, I'm alive," Goodbytes said, as he lit another cigarette.
Yvonne heard the clink of the fence behind her snapping, she looked to see Dino_Dude sticking his head through, glaring at them. "Heeeeeeeere's Johnny!"
"AHHHHHH!" Yvonne and Goodbytes screamed together. Yvonne grabbed Goodbytes by the hand, then began running towards the exit of the shed, leading him the whole way.
"I'm coming to get youuuuuuuu!" Dino_Dude shouted in his crazed voice.
Yvonne heard a sickening thud then felt Goodbyte's grip loosen. She looked back to see Goodbytes laying on the ground, with the cheese axe sticking into his shoulder, and his severed hand still clasping her own. "Crap! Ick, ick!" she screamed, flinging the bloody hand off.
:::AUTHOR NOTE: See what happens when you smoke? You die! So don't do it!:::
She looked up to see Dino_Dude walking slowly towards her, then she silently turned and started up the stairs towards the exit door of the shed, running for her life.
* * *
Snake-Mark narrowed his eyes and took off his hat, setting it aside to stoop low and cross under a low hanging branch in the jungle. The foliage in front of him shook back and forth slightly, causing a broad smile to come upon his face as he brought his fancy shotgun to his shoulder.
In front of him, a glint of sunlight was shining down upon the black tuxedo of the predator that hunted him in the jungle. He had never hunted something in a tuxedo before, this could be fun. He grinned slightly, putting his face beside the shotgun, staring down the barrel, aiming at the black tuxedo in the bushes.
He brought his finger to the trigger, and was about to fire off a shell, when the bushes to his left parted. Slowly he turned his head to the side, and saw the angry face of Steven Spielberg, one of the Spielberg1213 robots, staring back at him. Then, all around him, the trees and leaves shifted, as dozens of Spielberg1213s came out of hiding.
"Clever boys," Snake-Mark muttered.
All the robots smiled, then jumped on Snake-Mark as he started to scream.
We are rapidly approaching the end of Dr. Junkee 2, only about maybe three or four episodes left! Thanks to all those who read and have been keeping up with the story all this time. . . . Please comment, thanks! :)
-- Dr. Junkee
EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS
Kyle 'JPJunkee' Warner
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Yvonne Bartha
10/10/2003 2:36:34 AM
(Updated: 10/10/2003 2:37:04 AM)
(Updated: 10/10/2003 5:17:33 PM)
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