Well, just got back from snowboarding, so my legs hurt like hell, but luckily my fingers are okay. Even if my head does hurt from taking more than few face-plants going full speed.
Well, before I can put it off by pretending that I haven't killed Sin yet, or reached Zombie Genocider, or any other way to distract myself, I'll get this chapter up.
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Chapter 3: Bar Fight
As Jordan walked over to the breakfast line, Arxryl walked up and promptly sat in the just-vacated stool.
"Hey guys," he said cheerily. "Isn't today a great day?"
Mitsur was about to answer hat everything wasn't since he had almost been decapitated, threatned, made fun of, and had his fasion sense insulted, in less than one hour. It usually took three to get that traumatized.
But instead, he was interrupted by the explosion that occured five feet behind him. He did not so much as glance behind him, and neither did anyone else at the bar. There was a very loud, very high-pitched scream.
"Trying to get through the barrier, eh, Seargentbig?" Havoc said. He got a low moan in return. Havoc giggled like a schoolgirl, and they all looked back, to see that Seargent was on the other side of the room, smoking slightly. He got up, and limped to the door. Before he got there, he swung around, a crazy look in his eyes.
"I'll be back, and beleive me, I'll get you meddling kids! And your dog, too!" Saying this, he stuffed a Master Cheif helmet on his head, and dashed out the door. They all heard a car start up, and a honk version of La Cucharacha blared out. Then the car drove away.
"I don't have a dog..." Splat said faintly. He then got up, burped despite the fact he hadn't eaten or drank anything, and adjusted his tuxedo.
"Well," he said, "I have to go to an exotic island and stop a nefarious villian. I'll probably get captured and tortured, so don't wait up."
"But Splat-" Havoc began, but Mitsur touched his arm and gently shook his head when Havoc looked at him. Splat did not notice, and walked out the door, and they all heard the A-wooga, A-wooga, of a submarine diving into deep water. Nobody treated this as out of the ordinary, even though OWF did not even have a kiddie pool.
"Now, before I got so interrupted," Patrick said, "What do you guys want?"
"Give me a bacon sandwhich. Crispy, not as limp as Havoc when he sees a female." Arxryl said. Everyone sniggered, except for Havoc.
An extrodinary thing ws happening to Havoc's face. He seemed to be torn between going postal and killing everyone in the cafeteria, and simply ripping out Arxryl's throat, and start laughing maniacly. Of course, no face could show that, but for our purposes, we'll say it could, to save a lot of explanation and embarresment.
Instead, we'll just say Havoc stood in place, looking blankly at Arxryl.
Mitsur immediately stopped laughing, and his eyes went wide, as he realized what was about to happen.
"Patrick, do you still have the bunker function on this bar? You know, the one left over from the Exploding Coconut Incident a few years ago?" He whispered out the side of his mouth.
Patrick nodded, pale.
"On three..." Mitsur licked his lips. "Hit the control for it. Don't let anyone in, no matter what you hear."
Patrick nodded again.
"One..."
Havoc's face began to twitch. Mitsur slowly rested his hands on the bar, and started to raise his right leg. The rest of the occupants at the bar continued to laugh, wiping tears away from their eyes. The rest of the cafeteria continued on, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen.
"Two..."
Havoc began to raise his right fist. Mitsur's leg was about halfway up on the bar. Still, everyone was oblivious.
"THREE!" Mitsur vaulted over the bar, just as Patrick jabbed at the hidden control.
A sheet of metal slammed onto the bar, just as his leg cleared it. A block of concrete followed in, slamming into the polished wood and reinforcing the metal. The metal locked down, and more steel covered the top of the bar, and the back wall. A series of snaps and bangs were heard as all the protection was locked into place, just as a massive roar exploded, muted slightly, from behind the walls.
A shockwave emenated from behind the wall, and Arxryl gave a single scream, then was silent. Mitsur felt, rather than heard, all the furniture and members in the cafeteria fly into the air, then land again.
A secondary shockwave banged again, and the lights inside the bar-turned-bunker went out. Patrick gave a small squeak, but then the emergency lights kicked in, and silence reigned for a few seconds. Another explosion went out, and a section of the roof above them bent, and dust trickled down through the air. Again, it was utterly quiet.
Patrick looked at Mitsur, who nodded.
"I think it's okay if we open it up now. Some people may be hurt. Or dead. Or even dancing, I dunno. Whenever Havoc gets pissed, weird shit happens. Remember how scientists claimed Atlantis sank into the sea? That was actually Havoc, after someone told him they slept with Havoc's mom, and she was crap. You won't believe what it cost Alcar to cover that up."
Patrick rolled his eyes, not believing, and reached for the button. He pressed it, and all the protection slid away, revealing a crater where the cafeteria floor had been. Everyone who had been in the cafeteria was on the ground, knocked out, and/or wounded.
Havoc stood in the middle of the carnage, steaming gently. He was unharmed, and he was holding Arxryl by the scruff of his shirt.
"Never," Havoc whispered, "Make fun of me like that again. Or I'll
try to kill you."
Arxryl groaned an affirmative. Havoc threw him to the ground. He looked up, and spotted Mitsur and Patrick cowering in fear behind the bar.
"You guys, never mention this again." He said. "Blame it on Snuzi, or whatever."
Mitsur and Patrick nodded. Havoc dusted himself off, and walked out of the cafeteria, just as Rexy came skipping out from behind the serving counter.
"Wow, it looks as if a bomb went off in here!" She said, and noticed all the uncouncious members. Her face went serious.
"Someone pissed off Havoc again, didn't they?" She asked. Mitsur nodded mutely.
"I'll go wake up Gorespatter. He can resurrect anyone who died or whatever. Or at least zombify them." She said, and dashed off to where Goresplatter was lying, moaning slightly, as he clutched his necromancy book.
Suddenly, the door to the cafeteria banged open, and Munch's Master bounded in. He surveyed the destruction, and looked confusedly at Mitsur.
"What'd I miss?"
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Ouch. That had to hurt, Arx.
I just noticed that my chapters are loads shorter than the original. I don't know why, it seems just as long in the posting box. Oh, well.
Anyways, there's chapter three. Once again, I'm sorry if there are any spelling/grammar errors, as I'm too wimpy to download the avaliable spell check in the posting box. To top it off, my version of Word expired the other day, so even if I wanted to, I can't spell check. Go ahead and rag on me, since I do it to you guys.
No real notes, once again. Except for the fact I kept revising who insulted Havoc. I kept forgetting who was at the bar.