*grumble, grumble* I'm only three years younger than you! *slumps down, makes a frown like a little kid* I'm not little....Anyways, ON WITH THE STORY!
SURGERY, LIES, AND OUTLAWS--The hunt for 20,000$
The Mortars approached Stranger limp body, with grins of the devil across their face.
"Ha heh. Looks like you got 'im good," one Mortar chuckled.
"Yeah! So uh, why don't you check on him, see if he has any loot on him?" the other Mortar turned to his friend. Stranmger's green eyes peeked open, hearing the minions gibbering to each other. "What!? Me?!" the Mortar whined. "What? You scared?" the other took near advantage. "Naw! Naw, I ain't scared of that skanky lil'-" they both turned to Stranger, who wasn't laying on the ground any more, and he gazing down at the minions sinisterly. The Mortars screamed, scattering away from Stranger. "Ahh, I thought you got him!" the Mortar shouted. "I thought YOU got him!" the other said. Stranger shook his head, running down the slope that led to the Mortar's running. He loped down on his limbs at high speeds, aiming for one of the Mortars. The targeting Mortar turned to Stranger, who's head was down, and coming right for him. 'Oh shi-' the Mortar thought, then was tackled by Stranger's shoulder, and flung from Stranger to the canyon wall. The other Mortar frantically loaded his mortar cannon, and lit the fuse. Stranger's eyes widened, then pranced over to the last Mortar. But inches before he tackled the Mortar, the bomb was shot out, and coming down fast. Then, it was hit by Stranger's forearm, and knocked flat on it's back. It groaned at first, then fell down cold. The mortar was now on Stranger's priority list, as he ran on two legs away from the shell's path. The mortar impacted the ground, and then exploded, flinging fragments of dirt and metal out everywhere. He covered his head with his arms, little fragments of metal sticking in to his skin. He put his arms down, then bountied the minions before they would come out of their stage. Then, he searched around for Umi, which was going to be quite hard because the land was covered in junk. She could be under a pile of clothing, since the gorge was junky! He lifted chunks of wood that was from the explosion of the bridge, inside a large tractor wheel halfway sticking oout of the dirt. Then he saw an arm, sticking out of another small pile of wood behind a matress leaned against an old piece of wood stuck in the dirt. He rushed over to the limp extremity, lifting off the wood to reveal Umi's knocked-out self. He lifted her off the ground, slightly shaking her so she'd wake up.
"Umi..." Stranger purred practically. She only grumbled. "Umi. C'mon, kid. Wake up," Stranger said again softly. Umi shook her head in a strange way. She heard his voice echo through her empty head, then opened her eyes. She was looking up to the sky, then Stranger's eyes. She groaned, rubbing her eyes, then shouted out in pain when she tried to lift herself up. She slammed back down on Stranger's arms, hissing.
"What is it?" Stranger asked concerned. He couldn't make out what Umi was saying, so he had a hard time wondering what the hell was going on with her. Then, she screamed out, "MY BACK!" He turned her over without bending her, and then shivered in disgust. Her back was spotted with blood, and a piece of her vest was caved in to her skin. He saw a good sized chunk of sharp wood buried in to her skin. He layed her on the ground belly-sized, and knelt on both legs down to her back. "Hold still, hold still," Stranger calmly said, hoping his oothing pur would stop her writhing around and causing her more pain. She held still as long as she could, while Stranger tried at the splinter. He held it between his thumb and forefinger nails, and slipped it out of her skin. That chunk of wood was a pretty good size son-of-a-thing, covered in her blood. He flicked it away, then back down to Umi, who was panting from her screams of pain. She turned on her back, then sat up. She still had some pain in her back, but most of it was gone. She nodded up to Stranger, wiping her tears from her eyes.
"Thanks," Umi panted, attempting to stand up. Stranger picked her off the ground, carrying her left of a two-way split to a small town called, "Beakly's Oppal farms". Hopefully he'd find some help to Buzzarton.
Two Clakkers stood in front of a small farm house, and in front of the entrance to the Oppal farms. One wore a cowboy hat, and the other was bald.
"Oh, when's that security guard gonna get here?" the Clakker that was bald asked the other. The Clakker with the cowboy hat saw Stranger coming up the road.
"Maybe that's him," it said, and the other turning to his as well. Umi jumped out of Stranger's arms, arguing with him that she didn't wanted to be carried. He gave up, and walked up to the Clakkers.
"You Clakkers know of-" "Well! It's about time you got here! Yet the security guard that came here to carry out the farmer's moolah?" the main Clakker asked. "Huh?" Stranger said in more of a growl. "Now look. The Farmer keeps his moolah up in the house," the main Clakker said again. "Yeah, speaking of Farmers. You heard of his daughter, Susie Ray? Now, there's some feathers I'd like to pluck," it's friend said, making weird gestures. Before that conversation picked up, Stranger and Umi walked in to the Oppal farm, down passed an Oppal smasher, and in front of an enormous house! Stranger took it as the Farmer's house. He walked to the far left of the house to a window that entered inside. He made a fist, looking at the window, and was about to smash through, when-
"You aren't thinkin' of breakin' in to that house, to get that moolah, are you?" Umi asked in suspicion. Stranger sighed, turning to her. "Yes, I am," he nodded. "That ain't right, you know!" Umi raised her arms. "Well, you don' think them Clakkers inside will just let us in, do yeh?" Stranger asked back. Umi was about to say something, when she thought about what he said. Sure, the Clakkers inside wouldn't let two strangers inside their house, but it'd be sure-hell-of a lot better than brekaing and entering. Then the Clakkers out front, saying Stranger was a security guard. She gasped, then stopped Stranger again from attempting to break the window.
"What about impersonating the security guard those Clakkers said?" Umi asked. Stranger lowered his arm again, looking down at Umi, who's eyes looked so innocent, that he couldn't do any such the thing to break in.
"Fine...we'll go yer way," Stranger sighed in frustration. Umi smiled happily, and walked up to the front door. Stranger banged on the door, while scratching inside of the wooden floors cam closer. The door clicked unlocked, then the door opened squeakily. A Clakker wearing green overalls and a white shirt, wearing a green hat and had a piece of grass in it's mouth, appeared before the door. It walked up to the door way, looking at Stranger in confusion.
"Who the hell are you?" the Farmer asked vulgarly. Stranger sneered slightly at the farmer's reply to them. "Uh, we're the security guards here to pick up the moolah," Umi stopped Stranger before he could do anything. The Farmer stepped out, looking up and down at the human. "Well, the security guards here now must be higher than expected. Well, c'mon in! I still need's to find that damn moolah case. It's 'round here somewhere," the Farmer invited them in. They stepped in, looking around the house. It was enormous! Bigger than what Stranger or Umi has seen! It was a 2-story house, with a large front room, a kitchen around another part of the house, and upstairs was a large room with a built-in fireplace. Umi searched one part, while Stranger splitted away from her, and in to the kitchen. The ladies inside the kitchen squaked at the stranger intruding in their domain. The Farmer calmed the girls down, telling them that he was the security guard to pick up the moolah. But Stranger couldn't help but harrass the little Clakkers once more.
"How's about some...cornbread?" Stranger said cooly up to an elderly woman. The woman clucked stutteringly. "Now, shoot! You don't get any of this here food! Scram!" she shouted, waving her wings at Stranger. He chuckled, then walked away, and out of the kitchen. Now what bothered him the most was that the Farmer wouldn't stop following them around, talking nonsense to Umi and Stranger. He was nearly about to spin around and knock the crap outta the Clakker, but he held in his irritatingness, and kept searching for the moolah. Umi approached Stranger, then shrugged. "Nothing," Umi said undoubtfully. Stranger nodded the same way. Then Umi had another suspicion. She looked up, seeing a long wooden beam across the roof. Umi looked back to Stranger, her eyebrow up in suspicion. Stranger nodded again, then pinched up a Bolamite. He sqeezed the spider, forcing out a long web from it's abdomen. He wrapped it up in to a lasso, then tossed it up and over the beam. The other end dangled over the beam, and Stranger tugged it down. Umi volunteered to go up, since she was the lightest. She tied the rope around her belly tightly, then gave Stranger the thumbs-up to pull her up. He pulled on the rope, and Umi's stomach caved in while she raised up off the floor. She grabbed on the rope, remembering she had a slight fear of heights. The beam came closer so she could grab on it, and pull herself up. She pulled up her lg on it, then herself up. She untied the web around her belly, and dropped it to Stranger. There, she looked right of her. At one end was nothing, but the other just made her shout out, "Holy hell!" She found the moolah case. It was stuffed up with moolah bills. When she meant filled, she meant bills hanging out of the cracks of the case. She bent over to the case, but it was locked.
"What is it, Umi? Did yeh find's it?" Stranger called up. Umi didn't reply, but tried to open the lock. She grunted, then pushed the case to the edge. "Hey, Stranger! Watch out below!" Umi shouted, then shoved off the case to the floor. Stranger jumped aside from the case, then gazed down in amazement. Umi saw that Stranger looked back up to her, holding out his arms. She dropped off from the beam, and in to Stranger's arm, holding in her hisses of pain from her wound in her back. He let her down, then knelt at the case. He tugged at the lock, and practically snatched it off the case with ease. He opened the case, and bills came spewing out of the top. He nearly chuckled in happiness, but held it in, and stuffed bills in to his moolah pouch. Umi helped off by stuffing some in to her pockets. The case became empty, and Stranger's and Umi's pockets were filled up to the point where the stitches would burst. He shoved aside the empty case, and walked up to the Farmer.
"Well, that's all of it. But are you sure that's all of it?" Stranger asked. "Yep. That's all of it. Take good care of it," the Farmer nodded, and showed them out. Stranger grinned happily secretly under the shadow of his hat. When the door slammed shut, Stranger tipped his hat back up. He walked over to one of the Clakkers near a stock of Oppal trees under a wire house.
"'Scuse meh. But where's the nearest town?" Stranger asked. The Clakker wanted to smack up some trouble, and replied, "What? Is it hard to find yer way with her head up yer ass?" Umi's anger sparked when the Clakker replied rudely, and snatched it's overalls.
"Listen here, you lil' chicken-fry-" "Umi, let it down," Stranger shook his head. Umi didn't comply, but stare ominously in to the Clakker's eyes, which had no emotion at all. Stranger told her one more time, then she shoved the Clakker down on the dirt. "You got lucky, you...piece of shit," Umi sneered at the Clakker. It stood up, dusting off it's clothes, then laughed at Umi. "You have to listen to that hairy bastard?" the Clakker laughed. Umi's anger raged through, then spun around and smashed her fist right in to it's forehead. The Clakker clucked at first, then was knocked down flat and out cold. Umi sighed, lowering her arm. Stranger groaned in a no-no manner, then held his hand on her shoulder. "Ok, Umi. That's enough," Stranger said in a fatherly kind of way. Umi's anger slowed down, as she became calm. Clakkers around looked at the human who knocked out one of the farmers. They whispered around about her, and looking at her in disgust. "C'mon. Let's get outta here before thing really get outta hand," Stranger whispered in her ear. She shrugged from him, his voice tickling her head and shoulder. She followed Stranger out casually of the Oppal farm, like nothing ever happened. He asked once more the Clakker who was selling road-side Oppals to where the nearest town was.
"Head right from here, and Buzzarton should be there," the farmer said. Stranger nodded, bidding them good-bye, and shot right of the split roads.
This'll be fer right now. I'll continue sometime later. A'ight?
