Okay. It's cut off at the end since I'm still writing- I need to look over the notes I made in my steno book- I'm excused from gym ... don't ask, I made a deal with me doctor
I is so evil ... anyways, the spare time made me continue the story by pen/pencil, and this is all I have on the computer so far. Enjoy! ;D
Chapter7
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“I can’t believe him,” Tessa scowled, brushing her short ebony hair out of her face. She stared at the Magic Kingdom in the distance. “It’s not fair. If he wants to get back at Pan, let him get off his lazy arse and do so himself. I ain’t got a grudge against Pan.”
She folded her arms and pulled her legs across the bench, pulling her left knee close to her chest as she fixed a shoelace on her boots.
A shadow of a spider-like monster crawled down from the roofs of one of the main street gift shops, and he stood beside her.
“Were you even listening?” she snapped.
His big yellow eyes blinked once as he replied in a raspy voice, “Aren’t I always?”
She cut him a glare, finished the knot, and sat upright again, “Sometimes I really wonder …”
He came into the light and stared down at her concernedly. He was a peculiar alien, possibly an advanced form of an arachnid. He had six long back legs and two front ones he used as hands. They were lobster-like, muscular endoskeletons with pincers at the ends. He had a big black muscular chest, and his face was long, with two sharp white fangs in between two red fangs. He had a little of gray hair that hung at both sides of his head, though he didn’t look very old, and the only clothes he wore was a light vest, a pirate cap, and what looked like a big bandana tied around his waist.
“Scroop,” she called him, “What’s it like being in a movie?”
He rolled his eyes and turned away, growling, “I’ve told you plenty of times not to ask me that …”
“Why not, you big old grump?” she teased, “I bet it’s awesome, to have your name known everywhere …”
He shook his head, “You’ll never change. You still know too little about it, and that’s a good thing. Just be glad your parents kept you away from films.”
She got up and stretched, “I’ll never get a straight answer out of you, will I?” she smiled. And then she froze. Scroop didn’t have to turn; he sensed something was wrong.
“What is it?”
A mischievous grin spread across her face, “Look who’s coming up the path,” she pointed out. Scroop looked to see two lizard monsters, one who he had recognized, but the light purple male, he did not.
She scoffed, “Funny how Silver says it’s weird for two different dimensional toons to be friends when he’s got B.E.N.”
“He hates B.E.N.” Scroop reminded.
But Tessa didn’t hear him; she shouted out to the two, “Oy! Randall, is it?”
Sandra grabbed Randall firmly on the arm, “Ignore her- whatever villains have to say can’t be any good, …” she whispered.
“They had your movie premiered here in the park several days ago,” she continued, even as they walked away, “If I were you, I’d’ve given them heroes the ol’ one-two.”
Randall stopped, “Heroes? The only thing those idiots did was cause more trouble.”
“Don’t they all?” she asked, smirking.
Scroop moved in front of Tessa, “Ignore her- it’s in all our blood.” He explained, “Perhaps you know, villains can’t control all the evil inside them. She’s just lookin’ to rile you up, that’s all.”
“I am not!” she snapped.
Randall looked at Scroop with suspicion. ‘In our blood? What could that mean? Am I a … villain?’ The thought alone sent shivers up his spine. There’s no way that Randall could be as cruel as Waternoose … to be so cruel that you couldn’t control it … for villainy to be in your blood.
Sandra glared at Scroop, “Perhaps you’d know also that villains can’t help but try and create sequels to make them look good.”
‘Sequels?’ Randall thought, ‘Is that what I’m doing? Creating a sequel to redeem myself …?’
Scroop’s yellow eyes gleamed, “I only gave it a shot. A ‘normal’ toon cannot even begin to comprehend on what it’s like to live like one of us …”
Sandra rolled her eyes, “Yeah … sure. C’mon …” she motioned for Randall to follow her as she neared the crowd. When they were almost there, he stopped her.
“Sandra … what that guy said back there … am I a villain?”
Her eyes widened, “Well … I dunno since I never saw that film you were in … but ignore Scroop. Villains are always making up excuses for their actions, that they were created to be evil. They have as much control over their feelings as you and I.”
“But what if I am one?”
Sandra sighed and shook her head, “Look, if you are, it doesn’t mean anything. It just means you are labeled as an antagonist. That’s all it is- a label. A lot of the villains like to think it’s in their ‘blood’, but we don’t even have bl - -” she stopped. Randall looked even more helpless. She inwardly kicked herself for bringing that up. It was strange, finding out just today that Pixar toons could … bleed.
“I have blood,” Randall reminded her, “So maybe it’s in mine.”
Sandra bit her lip and hugged her midsection, “I’m not helping, are I?”
Randall shook his head sadly, “It can’t be helped if that’s what I was created to be.”
“Hey … stop being all mopey, okay? If it counts for something, the word villain never came to mind since I met you until that jerk said it. You’re not a villain.” She said firmly.
He looked up, slightly convinced since he was pretty certain he knew who he was. At least, he hoped. “How’re you so sure?” he asked, just because he wanted proof.
“Well …You can be a bit edgy, I’ll admit, but so can I. And I’ve dealt with villains before- Scroop, for example … he’s hard to talk to, I guess unless he favors you. Villains are usually ignorant, bossy, ‘my way or the highway’ kind of people. If you were a villain, you’d be shoving that script of yours in my face every second and ordering me around. That’s what a villain’s like.” She said with a reassuring smile, “Trust me- you’re not one.”