What?

I say parts 1 & 2 because I apparently went back and added another character to the mix. He wasn't based off anyone, but someone I know thinks I did. Don't tell him or he'll be hurt. ^_^. Take the first part to the Disk and add this after. ~~~~ I woke up, and was in a Well-lighted room...big mistake. I went over to the window, and saw a level under it. I opened the window, and crawled onto the ledge. I made the mistake of looking down. Only then was the time that I feared of the future. I kept crawling until I reached the next window. I looked in, and saw a kid that I recognized from school. We have the same classes, and it always looks like he's following me. He was in there alone, so I knocked quietly on the glass, and he let me in. "Following me as usual, Derek?" "Callie," he whispered, "why are you here?" "That's funny. I was going to ask you the same question." "I'm a hacker." "I have a gun." "What kind of gun?" "Something new. My own creation, which has endangered me." "Oh. Well, all I've done was hack into the government's computer and steal some papers on the weapons, but that's a problem because Steve is the power hungry madman in this situation." "You're absolutely right, Derek." Steve said as he walked into the room. "I am the power hungry madman here, and you two have something I want." He came up to me and slammed me up against the wall, making me unable to touch the ground. "Steve, put her down!" Derek demanded, then stood up. The henchman behind Derek stopped him by putting pressure on his shoulders with his powerful hands. Derek plopped down on the bed. "Where is the disk, Cal?" "It's Callie to you." I said, punching him in the ribs. He dropped me, and I fell to the floor. He laughed, and punched me in the stomach. I fell to my knees, and held onto my stomach. Derek got loose, and stood in between me and Steve. Derek was actually very brave, even after Steve knocked him unconscious. "I want that disk." "I...don't...have...it." "So? We'll find it." "You'll find it without my help, that's for damn sure." "You think I'm going to let you go? Yeah, right. I'm not that inferior." "Oh, so you admit it." [A/N: Okay, what??] "You're starting to piss me off." "Finally. I was starting to doubt my abilities." "Put her back into the room." Steve came up to me, and punched me in the stomach. "Not again..." I said, falling to the ground, unconscious. ~~~~ I woke up, and I was in that room again. I looked around. I saw weird decor (funky colors) on the walls, floors, furniture, and just everywhere. I walked over to the window, and crawled out of it. I had no time to think, just act. [A/N: . . . really??] I walked over to a drain pipe that led...well, down. I looked into Derek's 'prison room,' and tapped on the glass. He opened the window. "What are you doing now?" "You want to go home, or just stay here as a prisoner?" "Fine. Lets just go quickly." We ran and separated at our streets. I tiptoed into my house, and went into my room. I crashed onto my bed, and slept. I woke up to a slamming of a door, a hard floor, and an engine revving up. I couldn't see anything just yet, because I was in a strangely dark vehicle. About a minute later, I saw Derek struggling to get free of the ropes on his hands. "Cal, you okay?" I crawled over to him and started undoing the ropes. "Your'e asking me?" All of a sudden [A/N: I'm NEVER using this phrase again], I felt someone grab my arms from behind and pull me back. "Callie," the strange voice said, "don't make this hard for yourself." "What is this? Exchange your hostages week?" "You could say that. Lets move." The van went forward and jolted into a speeding frenzy, which made me fall backward. "Let me go. I'm not going anywhere." "I'm not the one that lets someone get a chance to escape." He got something out of his pocket. They were handcuffs. He wrapped me hands together around the pipe. [A/N: pipe?] The he put a gag in my mouth. I looked at Derek. He seemed calm, like he was expecting this. I guess I was too, considering that I had a top secret weapon in my basement. We came to a stop, and someone removed the cuffs. I took the gag off. "Derek, you look like you're expecting everything that comes to you." I whispered to Derek. "I never panic unless I have a real reason, and he isn't it." "That's a good one." I whispered. The man came over and slapped me across the face. Derek stopped him from hitting me again by grabbing his wrist, and pushing towards the wall of the vehicle. Another man came from the front, brought out his gun, and pointed it at my head. "Derek, stop fighting me, or else Callie gets a one way ticket to the graveyard." "You wouldn't dare, because you want that gun, and you'll never get it if you kill her." The man retreated his arms, then Derek did. The man next to me then got out a bag, as did the other man. I was starting to feel better when they violently put the bags over our heads. I grabbed at my neck as they dragged us out of the van and into a building. They threw us into a room. I fell to the groun, and was breathing heavily. I looked around after they were gone. I saw no windows, gray interior, fancy gray carpet, and little decorations all over the place. "For some reason I like this." "I know. It looks right to me. Lets try to find a way out of here. Look for hollow spots in the walls." "I'll go with that." We started searching the room, and about five minutes later Derek found something. "Cal, I found the way out I think." I went over to him, and we investigated it. "That's a door alright. We need to find a way to open it." I went over to a chair, and picked it up. I walked over to the hollow spot. Derek jumped out of the way, then I threw the chair into the wall, and it went right through. [A/N: Man, someone needs to shoot the re modeler.] "Cheap wallpaper." Derek said. "After you." "I can't believe that no girl has ever went out with you, because you're just so damn charming." I walked into the tunnel, and he followed in after me. "Any idea where they took us in the first place?" "Not one clue, but I think we'll find out in a second." "Why" "Stop and look up, but look slowly." I looked up, and my mouth gaped open. "Shit. Where the hell are we? There is nothing like this in Caseate." "Keep going, I thought I saw something ahed." No matter how much I didn't want to keep going, I did. I was sort of curious. I walked until I got to a tri-fork in the road. I didn't know which way to go, but that thing we saw flew through one of those tunnels towards me, snatched me up, and carried me down another tunnel. [A/N: Where did ThAT come from?!] I"ll won't trust my curiosity for a long while. The thing that snatched me up stopped suddenly, and dropped me onto the ground. I sat up, and looked around. It was like a small hideaway, and I was alone, literally. No sign of any creature anywhere. "Could it have been a ghost?" I asked myself quietly. "Cal! Where are you?!" I heard Derek yell "I don't know!" I replied. "Why me!!" Then I heard an erie voice behind me. "You'll never find a way out of here." It said. ~~~~ "Says who? We're no ordinary kids." I said, searching for the source of the voice. "No one has left these tunnels alive." "Want to bet?" I asked. Derek walked into the cavern. "Who are you talking to?" "Theres some ghost saying that we'll never make it out of here alive." "It does look a little hopeless." "We can find a way out, in fact, I'm having some positive vibes right now. Lets go." I led us down a few tunnels, then I felt a draft, and I saw a little stream of water coming from the direction we were going. "You doubted me, didn't you? I felt it." We walked down the tunnel farther, until we saw a light at the end of it. We ran to the light, and saw a park. The same park I used to play in when I was young. Too bad I moved two states away later that summer, which was over seventy miles away. [A/N: seventy miles?! xD OMG that's rich.] "Oh crap." "What?" "The one thing that can go wrong went wrong. We're in a different state. Thats whats wrong." "You mean as in Nebraska or Alaska?" "Yes. Moved from here a while ago, and...run." "What?" He asked. I pointed to the men running towards us. "Run!!" We ran to the biggest piece of equiptment, the rocket, and jumped the stairs, then crossed the bridge. The one man followed us up the beginning, and the other one disappeared out of sight. I grabbed one of the chain-link walls, and headed up. Derek got onto the other side, and down below, there was a man slowly mgaining on us, so we picked up the speed. Derek went down the monster slide, and I went to the top. I started down the rocked, which was a spiral staircase, and when I got to the bottom, I felt someone grab me from behind and clamp a hand on my mouth. It was Steve. "Don't say a word, Callie." He removed his hand from my mouth and let go of me. "Down the ladder." I went down the ladder, and saw Derek being held at gun point by the other guy. I had to say something. "What the hell is going on here?!" "Sort of a competition for hostages." The man said. "Thats the most retarded thing I've ever heard in my entire life." Derek said. The man pointed the gun towards Steve, and shot. Steve fell to the ground, the bullet missed him. "DEREK, RUN!!" I yelled. We ran to each other, then we headed towards the road. The entire time we were running all we heard were Steve and the man gunning it out. Then we heard two police sirens coming out way. We ran to the road as soon as they pulled up. "Officer! There are two men fighting with guns over there." "Do you have any idea why?" "They're fighting for us." Derek stated. "Can we go home now?" I asked. "Where do you live?" "Oh, just Caseate Wisconsin." "Damn. We'll arrest the men first, then we'll get you two home." "Thank you." I said. After we got back to our homes, it was midnight, and we crashed onto our beds, fast asleep. I slept for a long time, but that was disrrupted when I heard my front door open and slam shut. The End [Or is it?]

Notes

This just tickles me. The word disk totally dates this story. Back when we had 3 1/2s out there, disks were The thing. Now as we need to do is change that k to a c and we're right back there. . . oh, but the story just makes you facepalm again and again. Why hold a hostage in a room, twice no less, where there are windows that open and escape routes. Why have shitty carpenters who don't even bother to build walls to dark and creepy tunnels? That ghost guy didn't really TRY, did he? Grammar aside, the story's showing some improvement as it goes. I'm rather surprised at how much difference there is between the two plots. The way these two interact with Steve in later versions and episodes becomes darker, with less talk and more show. And less commas.

The Disk, pts. 1 & 2

I actually had to drink some wine before starting. Didn't think it'd be this hard to type a story word-for-word. This isn't the absolute first story, that one's been lost since I began December 2, 1998 [not exactly sure if that's the one, but it's the thought that counts]. There are no fixed parts, no corrections, no grammar doctoring or punctuation jabbing. All wretchedness aside, this is a story that is the beginning of a shitload of stories that actually Don't suck. Without further ado, The Disk. [Part 1] ~~~~ "I won't go with you." I said. "Yes, you will." the man said, and he snapped his fingers. This henchman came up behind me, grabbed me around the waist, and lifted me up from the ground. "Man," I said, "today of all days. What do you want?!" "Well, I want the disk." he replied. "What disk?" I asked. "You know 'what disk.'" he replied. "No, I don't." I said "The probability of you not knowing about what is on that disk is, well, very slim, but if you want to play games with me, fine, the disk with the blueprints to the XB5000, you know, the biggest crime assault weapon man has ever known. Plus, if it got into the wrong hands, well, the world will bow down to us criminals, begging for mercy. So, hows that for right now, Callie?" He explained. "Pretty good." I said, "But one thing remains between you and that disk." I explained. "Oh, and whats that?" he asked. "Me." I replied. I kicked back my foot, and got the henchman in the groin. He let me go. I fell to the ground, then quickly picked myself up and ran. I ran a few blocks to the busy streets [that weren't so busy, but a good show]. I got the disk out of my purse and in hand, and got a pen out. I wrote on the sticker 'Get to Police.' Aftger that, I looked back to see if they were coming - they were. I picked up my speed, and ran across the street. The roads were busy and a whole bunch of cars came after I got across, the cars flooded through. I walked away, but had to get that disk to the police. I quickly scrawled my name on the sticker. My invention wasn't going to get taken like this. I looked back, they got across the street, and were running towards me. I saw something that I could do. I went to this grocery store, and the men were closer than I thought. One of the guys grabbed my ankle, and I went down. The door was pushed open, and the disc flew out of my hand and flew into the store out of sight. The guy who grabbed my ankle knelt up, and pulled my arms back. The main guy said his name was Steve, then he got out a rag, and swished some chloroform on it. I wasn't able to move, just struggle. The man put the cloth over my mouth, my eyes went wide, then it was over. [Back at the store] A person was watching from the inside. When the med left with me in hand, she was horrified. She saw where the disk went, picked it up, read it, and got her coat. But then she got smart. She went to the phone, and called the police. Ten minutes later the police were questioning her and baggin the disk [they'll look at it back at the station]. My father, Nathan, got the disk, recognized my writing, and plugged the disk into the computer. He knew what was on the disk, he just didn't know. I made a little intro I called the 'Big Kahuna.' It looks innocent, like a regular fun site. But when you go up to 'games' and there are about ten games, half are disk programs, he clocked onto 'Mine Sweeper' and played two rounds [this is how you get in], and he won both, then he started clicking on the flags, then he clicked on the last flag, and the screen went blank then the 'Big Kahuna' screen came back on, but he saw a little Icon in the left hand bottom corner, and clicked on it. From 'The Lion King' game, Timon said, 'It starts.' 'The Saint', Val Kilmer getting caught flashed into the computer, then it showed from the beginning when Val Kilmer jumped off the edge of the place. Then from 'Masterminds', the part where Patrick Stewart cuts off the mom and says, 'I'm sorry to break up this moment, but we now know you you are.' then Ozzy says, 'Mom, I won't fail you.' "Wait." Nathan suddenly said, "Get me security tapes here." He was upset and filled with sadness and anger, "I'll get you back, Callie." He stared at the screens, then he saw it. He saw the way the disk flew out of my hands when I got caught. Then leutenent Gable came in, saw his eyes start to well up, and she sat down next to him, and offered him a tissue, he took it. Then he said, 'She is the brains of the family. They wanted the disk. Her disk. Her invention. She didn't get it tested all the way, but it works. A sixteen-year-old-young lady, going to MIT next year.' Mom came in, and said, 'As soon as I found out, hon, I came as fast as I could.' The two hugged, and sat down at the computer, and watched the gun form and after it was done, it started spinning [to show the entire gun]. "We shouldn't have let her do that." Mom said. "We did the right thing, though." Dad said. "We let her grow up. She is smart. We trust her to do the right thing. We give her our support, so we just act confident about this." "I suppose you're right, but Nathan, she's just a child!" They hugged and prayed that she was okay. ~~~~ I woke up, and the I was tied up, but just on the hands and feet, and they were semi-tight on my ankles, but loose chain between the ankles and wrists. I got up, and went to the window, and saw the back side of the state capitol -- The Sower. I looked at the building across the street, one window was right across from me. I counted how many floors there were under the window - 5 floors under the window - and went to find my purse. I found my purse, alright; it was on the table, and my stuff was scatted all over the table, "The disk is gone!" I thought. Then I heard footsteps, and I tried to run to the bed, but the chains slowed me down, so I just slowed down with it the door opened, and Steve came in, "Hello." "Hi." "As you can see, we can't find your disk. . . anywhere. We even searched you when you were asleep." "I told you i didn't have it." "Well, you were lying then, but you had it." "Then I lost it." "You don't lose a fortune, do you?" "No." "That information is your fortune, and if we don't get that disk, it will be worthless to you" "Why must, you threaten me?" "Why shouldn't we?" "Because, my father is a state official." "All the more reason." "He'll find you and send you to prison." "But, if he doesn't?" "He will." "Then why don't we just ransom you for the disk?" Then he put duct tape on my mouth. I took it off because of the hand situation. "If you DO that. . . " "What?! You'll do what? You'll tell your Daddy?!" He stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him. "Jerk." I walked back to the window. There was a ledge outside. I took a bobbypin out of my hair, and picked the locks on my shoes. "Pretty easy." I thought. Then I picked the locks on my hands, and I'm freed! "I'm going to open the. . . wait!" I thought. "There's a phone in here!" I picked up the working phone, then put it down. I went back to the window, and took a looks again: 5 stories up, building across the street same height, behind the state capital [sower], and street address, 4206 & Q [A/N: totally inaccurate! dm 12/9/09], if you're going south, I'll be on the right side of the street. . . Do I have my pager? Nope. The jerks took it. I guess I'll stick to the phone. But would I want to be more or less dependent towards my parents? They'd love me either way. "No." I thought, "I don't know!" I thought to myself. "I can't decide. If I do this on my own, I wouldn't really know where I was going, but I wouldn't be fetched, and I have a sort of a plan." I climbed out the window, and looked down. "Why do I suddenly hate this plan?" I remembered something, "Oh, my purse." I whispered. I walked back in, grabbed my purse, then started to go out again, then Steve walked in. "Going somewhere?" "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "You're not going anywhere, because you're not holding the gun." "Point taken, but lets say that I try to get away, and you shoot me, its a lose-lose situation, you don't get the disk, and the state will be after you for the rest of your life, but as I said it before, a lose-lose situation." He put the gun away. "Follow me." he said. I didn't ask where I was, because I knew pretty much where I was. "Aren't you going to ask me where you are?" "No." "Why not?" "I don't want to think about bad things when something bad has happened already." "You know where you are, and I know it." "Why do you say that?" "Because of your lack of concern." "I don't want to know because I don't want to have a mental breakdown." I snapped. "Don't go there, Callie, but just in case you do know where you are, and right now I'm going to give you some time to nap." "You don't scare me." "Yes, I do." "N-no, you don't." "Wanna bet?" "Yes." "In here." I walked into a room, it didn't look like a small room, totally black, except for a single circle of light a little far of, "Stand in that circle and brace yourself." I was really cautious. I got into the circle, and all my shields were up. "If you're tense, you will be in more pain." he said, "which will be more fun for us." I stayed tense, because I have always been scared of the dark, and you never know what lurks in the dark. I was wondering what was going to happen to me, when I felt suddenly weak, I didn't know what was happening, I was using all my power to stay up, but it wasn't working. I fell to the ground, and the rest of my power went to opening my eyes, and A familiar face came into view. "Where's the disk?" "Huh? . . . " I said. "The disk. Where is it." "I don't know. . . " "Come on, wheres the disk?" "I don't know." "Yes, you do, tell me and I'll let you live." I shook my head slightly. He slapped my across the face, "You're gonna tell me where the disk is!" I shook my head again. He was handed a needle, and the man knelt down, and got really close to my ear, "See you in a few days. . . " He thrusted the needle into my upper arm. That was uncomfortable, my body tensed, and I felt the serum go into my veins from my arm, my eyes squeezed shut, and I was trying to fight it, but everything went black, and I got lost in all that blackness, then my mind went blank. I woke up, and looked around, 'How long have I been asleep?' I was in a bed, and had a headache, and why are there white walls and gifts in here? 'This is a hospital. Why?? Am I back with my parents or family? OR am I still with that creep?' A nurse came in, and she smiled, "Why am I here?" "I'll send somebody in here to explain, but all I know is that you got a bump on your head." "Bump?" "Yes. I'll be right back." She left, and then that creep came back. "You." "Yes, me." "Why?? Did you bring me here?!" "No. That was your parents." "Where are they?" "I don't know, and frankly, I don't care." "Why are you here then?!" "Revenge. . . " Suddenly my father came into the room, and jumped the guy, handcuffed him, and slammed him into the wall. Mom came in. "Callie, are you okay?" I nodded. Some other officers came in. "Take him away." "Let me guess. My pager was found, and you came to my rescue, got there, and sent teams into different sections, cornered the creep into a room, he then put a gun to my head, and threatened to shoot me when I was out then someone attacked him but he slepped out of the man's grasp, and hit my head with something, then ran off. You brought me here, unsure if I was alright, pulled an all-nighter here, and you know the rest." "She'll be okay." Dad said to mom. "I need food." A nurse came in with some kind of casserole, potato salad, yellow kello, and cherry koolaid, and I ate it down, "How long has it been since. . . " "Four days." "My goodness. . . what an adventure. . . I mean terrible tragedy, definetly." "Do you think you'll need help?" "No. Just need my homework delivered here or wherever I may be in the near, very near future." "Our teenage genious. What do you want to do now?" "Get me some college-rule paper and five number 2 pencils." "Why?" "I want to write a story about what happened in this past week." The End