Trials of Life

[RandallBoggs]

Randall's top writer, in terms of quantity, is back!

You know. I've been talking with Randall on the subject, like with what we did for Fear and Love.
And we wondered.
What would happen if Randall, in a way, was caught?
Of course, this would involve SEVERAL trials, police issues, underhanded crime...stuff like that...
Well....THIS IS IT!

Having looking over Monstropolis law a bit, I'm going to try my best and make this as enjoyable as it should be.
Speaking of which, I hope you all will bear with me. You may, like all my stories, learn something about Monstropolis, or those within that I have yet to tell you.....so keep a look out.

First part is mainly a re-collection of the end-event of the movie, with Randall getting a sudden "strike" of "realization".
You'll get that he has lost control to his darker being during the chase, and had, thanks to this story, lost it to his normal self.
Randall'll also give a quote before each chapter to give a little insight.
Enjoy.
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“I was….only a kid….”. “Three years old I think….I….don’t really remember…”. “I don’t….don’t recall what happened before that…”. “Like it matters…”.
“Tell me about that year….what you recall…”.
“…This is still strictly between be you me and the walls right? ‘Cause if it’s not….”.
“Of course….you can trust me…”.
“…Yeah I guess…”.
“So about your childhood…”.
“….I don’t…remember anything really….about what happened…”.
“Nobody told you what happened?”.
“Nobody….no one ever in my life….its…as if they existed….I tried my best to search for them myself….accounts….internet…anything I could….nothing…..not that I had anything to go on….or get to for that matter….”.
“Do you remember anything? Anything at all?”.
“….Before I…ended up in that…that place…all I can remember….is hearing this…this noise….a banging….like thunder….it was….oh jeez….now I…I felt like…like death was just looming over my parents….then stopped at me…wondering if….if he should have taken me along with them…or….or leave me….me here and….”. “Oh jeez….”.
“A tissue helps…here….”.
“Thanks…ehh…”.
“….Well….I can tell you aren’t exactly the “hard egg” your colleagues describe you as….”.
“That’s because they don’t know me…nobody does….not anymore anyway…”.
“…..Well…we still have several more minutes in the session…”.
“I don’t know the time anymore…”.
“Nearly 4:30…..you want to continue Mr. Boggs?”.
“….Yeah….I guess….”.

*
Sometimes I do not wish to know the truth, but then I do. But I’m afraid. What if my wish is not the truth that I seek…-Randall
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The Trials Of Life
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Chapter 1 The Choice Well Made?

Randall just watched with great amusement as Sullivan dangled from the rim of a child’s door. What amused him so was not the danger Sullivan was no experiencing, but the fact that he was, literally, “dangling”. Nearly a year now, Randall had been pushed back behind Sullivan in the Scare Industry….forever being blown to Second Best and always being ridiculed for it. He had been Top Scarer before….but lost it to the someone he had not expected to, his own pupil. Right now, all Randall was thinking about was how weak Sullivan was compared to him. No. Not in the physical nature, but in another way. One thing Randall knew, was that he had always been a better person than Sullivan was. He worked hard, pulling himself up the ladder of a world that discriminated him as a second-class citizen, a world that did not wish to accept him, but had to because he existed. This scarer…this monster…dangling from the door of which Randall was safely within, was the indeed Randall’s rival. But no. Not in Scareing, but in life. Sullivan eased his way though with everything….family, friends, loyalty, respect….all the things Randall never had essentially down….Randall worked his hardest to get to where Sullivan would be in mere baby steps. Randall’s inner soul despised Sullivan with all control of Randall’s body, which it now, at these moments, had.
Randall enjoyed this moment, or rather his darker side. All he could think about was to see Sullivan fall…to see the one who bested him by, in a sense, “cheating” his way to the top. Thinking of Sullivan being dead….was never a thought….all he thought about was to see him, in all senses, “fall”. All it would take was one more step….just one more step onto his rivals desperate hand and it would be over.
A moment passed and Randall suddenly received the urge to look back at the kid. He richarded his head to the side to see her looking at him with a scowl. Randall merely retaliated with showing the corner of his mouth, his razor teeth. She received the message that she had to be a little more concerned with trying to do something funny.
Randall turned back, looking down at Sullivan.
“Looks like everything is finally going to be right…” he said, seeing Sullivan trying to get his other hand up. Randall just let his grin grow wider as he watched. But, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that they were getting close to the final platform to get back to the Scarefloor. He didn’t wish to spend any more time in the factory today, he just wanted it all to end. Wait a moment, that wasn’t “his thoughts”.
For that time, of thinking of just ending all this madness so he could just go home…he remember he wanted them all to go home….at one time he did…even Sullivan. But the Randall that had been watching as Sullivan dangled, the one that had let him and Wazowski fall to near-death…..that wasn’t Randall.
The reptilian monster shook his head and blinked his eyes to try and get the darkness that cluttered his eyes out. This wasn’t him. What he was doing….this was not who he was…this was not the “true” Randall. He didn’t want to hurt anyone…he didn’t want to at all….ever in his life….not so much as to ever kill them anyway. But what he was doing…what was he doing.
Randall let his upper hands lift, the lower-set following suit. Randall just looked at them, hardly noticing Sullivan finally getting a grip on the door and trying to get himself up. But Randall just still looked, looked at his hands, at imaginary stains of red on them. What was he doing? What….was…..he doing? This wasn’t him. He was near, or rather IN, the process of killing someone. The realization or what he was just doing made the darker side of him leave, bringing in Randall’s true state of mind…and faintly….he was freaked out.
Randall backed away from the door, still looking at his hands, even as his back hit the wall near the bunk beds that, apparently, didn’t have kids in them. He just kept starring at them in disbelief. What was he about to do?


Tell me if you like.
Pitbulllady, I know I'll hear from you ^_^
(Also, I should be getting that chapter on FF.net we talked about soon)

[Veg]

Ooh, I like it! ;D

[RandallBoggs]

Finally....a reviewer...god...

[pitbulllady]

Yeah, me too. Who's he talking to in the first part, a psychiatric evaluator? That's what it sounds like, and you can be sure if he DID get caught he would have to undergo mental/emotional evaluation, which would most likely uncover quite a few serious issues. This could be a good thing, since it would mean avoiding jail. I know that here, people who are found to have mental or emotional illness, whether it's severe depression or whatever, that could lead them to commit crimes are kept in a mental hospital long enough to get them established on a treatment regimen, then released on parole. There's a homeless guy around here who's bi-polar, and extremely violent. He's committed assaults on numerous people, burned several houses and barns and woods, vandalized uncounted other property, beaten the crap out of a police officer using the officer's own pistol, AND he's addicted to crack cocaine. Yet each time he gets caught, he is sent to the state mental hospital, where he's put back on his prescription meds, then they let him go. Unlike Randall, who's condition was most likely a temporary state due to the stress he was under, this guy has shown a life-long tendency towards violence. And at least Randall's not a crack-head, either, so he'd surely have been better off if he HAD been caught. At least he wouldn't have been beaten with a shovel.

pitbulllady

[RandallBoggs]

Yeah.
It's a sort "preview".
Well...I don't know exactly how they handle it....Randall didn't do so well in his Government class that I did....so I'm doing what I can.
But I think he's having this evaluation between the SEVERAL trials that will occur. Basically, Randall is reciving what his lawyer thinks is what he needs to be "prepared" for the trials. Afterall, Randall will be a defendant and witness.

Really? Wow....

Well Pitbulllady....he might not be better off if caught. He still has the C.D.A., Scare Co., Waternoose, Sullivan/Wazowski, and not to mention some of Waternoose's "helpers" to deal with...


OH! And thanks for reviewing ^_^
Next chapter should be up today. I'm looking through my files to find antyhing to discuss.
I know there was SOMETHING...but I don't know what....

[RandallBoggs]

This chapter mainly focuses on the deep confrontation between Randall and Sullivan. It had to be different than the paralyzing grip Sullivan had on Randall before, so faintly each of them get the upper hand on one another.
Anyway, enjoy.

Chapter 2 Rough Understandings

Sully finally got a good grip on the rim of the door that he thought would be the last one he would ever see the inside of again. But now he finally could see the inside, see Boo at the end of the room near the wall. “Boo!” he whispered to himself, wanting to make it a reminder of what he was, in a sense “fighting” for. He finally got his foot paws onto the rim and finally was ready to get into the room. It was looking at Boo that made him realize she was looking at something else, a questionable look on her face. He followed her eyes.
Finally, they laid on the monster in the opposite corner. Randall was standing against it, looking at himself for some reason. Of course, Sully didn’t, at this moment, care about what the reptile was doing. All the left-over morality Sully had in his mind right now could only come to the simple conclusion that Randall had slipped and hit the wall hard or something, but faintly Sully didn’t care. All he cared about was making sure Boo was safe…and to do that, he had to get Randall away from her. And with some degree…Sully wanted Randall gone too….
Sully pulled any muscle in his arms past their strength and got into the room. At this moment, Sully had allot of things going on in his mind, so he had to make sure to take care of two things at once, Boo, and Randall. Without thinking, Sully looked to Randall, not noticing the reptile had not looked up at all to see that his adversary had survived a near-death-fall, and pulled all the anger of what Randall had done this day into a tight fist. Without Randall even knowing, Sully punched him right in his left cheek. The monster fell to the ground, hard with a yelp. He watched as Randall turned onto his back, clutching his possibly vein-busted cheek and painful jaw, seeming to be unable to grasp what was going on.
Sully looked back at Boo. “You ok?” he asked, concern in his eyes instead of hate. Boo looked at him with an uneasy nod, she seemed to be just as confused as to what was happening as everyone else was. Taking a moment to realize that she was fine, Sully switched to the opposite of the word “care” and faced Randall. With an urge to give Randall the same treatment as him and Waternoose gave them.
He crouched down for a second, seeing Randall finally noticing that a certain someone had climbed into the room. He grabbed Randall by his scaled chest and pulled him up high enough that their faces were….well….face to face. He slammed Randall’s back against the wall, the monster yelling out with pain. Knowing about Randall’s sneaky little tactics, or either just to cause more pain, Sully judged his left knee cap between Randall’s set of legs. He was pinned to the wall, Sully had him.
“Alright Randall! As soon as we get off I’m gonna make sure you get what you deserve!” Sully yelled.
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Randall didn’t know what was going on, he just kept looking at his hands, hardly noticing the shadow casting on his pale scales. Perhaps with a slight thought to look up, Randall was overtaken by what he had tried to do.
Without warning a sharp pain felled his left cheek scales and he fell to the floor on his side, his head and neck hitting the corner of the room. Taking a short moment to recover, Randall tried to realize what just happened. His cheek just hurt like a burning poker. He wasn’t sure if a vein was popped, but he still felt a sting. The pain made him revert back to reality, as that was nearly the only reality he knew.
He felt his cheek, getting a sting from it, but it was just the beginning. The shadow came back and he finally saw Sullivan again. He felt his outward scales on his chest being tightened as Sullivan grabbed him with both hands. Randall thought to retaliate, but he was still trying to return from his previous state. Soon, he received a shock through his spine as his back hit the wall, perhaps nearly taking plaster with the impact. Randall was going to try and get free, but Sullivan’s massive arms had it so his upper hands could hardly move, and his lower ones were useless at this point. He was thinking of kicking free, but Sullivan, surprisingly, thought of that. Pain shot through his stomach as Sullivan brought his knee cap in, pinning Randall’s lower body to the wall. He flailed his legs, but they couldn’t push Sullivan off.
“Alright Randall! As soon as we get off I’m gonna make sure you get what you deserve!” Sullivan yelled directly in his face. Being yelled at…experiencing the pain….these made Randall skip back to reality at high speed. He growled through his teeth, wanting so much to bite Sullivan’s arm off, but he refrained from doing so. All he had in him right now was a coveted feeling and a disliking of what was going on.
“And what would that be!” Randall yelled back with great agitation.
*
Sully was slightly taken back, but didn’t enjoy the fact Randall acted like he was innocent or something. “You should be banished you know that!” Sully yelled, only letting his anger seep out. “Kidnapping kids! That machine! Everything!”. He shook Randall, which only lasted two seconds with Randall hitting the wall again. Randall growled thought clenched teeth, making Sullivan notice his displeasure.
*
“You’re the one who should be getting what he deserves!” Randall yelled. Sullivan started all this with bringing the kid in. It was him who started this madness, if anyone deserved punishment it was Sullivan. “You started all this and I’m here to end it!” Randall shouted profoundly. Randall felt another shock up his spine as Sullivan hit him against the wall again, but Randall didn’t let that stop him. “You liar! That’s all you all! You started this yourself!” Sullivan retaliated.
“Your blind Sullivan!” Randall started, getting as close to Sullivan as his neck would take him, Sullivan simply listening. “You never know what really is going on! You never know the truth! You just skip through with your little life without wondering what is happening! And when it concerns you…you don’t care about anyone else!”. Randall could easily see Sullivan was confused by this, faintly Randall was trying his best to make a point. He needed to put it simply…
“You know nothing….you don’t understand nothing…”.

[fairlyoddnewyorker]

It's good ... but the end line 'You don't understand nothing' ... it should be 'you understand nothing', because if he doesn't understand nothing it means he understands something ... I guess ... am I right? I think I may be wrong ... just a small correction, I hope you can forgive me- I'm not one to judge since I'm mediocre =P

[pitbulllady]

I don't know about the correction, FONY; you gotta realize this is RANDALL speaking here, and while he's no dummy, he's not an English major, either. Randall talks like someone who grew up on the rougher side of the neighborhood, which is most likely true. While it's not correct grammar to use a double-negative, it does sound like the way Randall would most likely say it.

pitbulllady

[fairlyoddnewyorker]

As I said, I'm not one to judge ...

I best be seen and not heard- for when I speak I say stupid stuff ^^;;

[lizardgirl]

I guess that's one of the things that makes Randall so appealing- unlike Fungus, who acts like a primo geek, Randall is a bit more 'cool', yet has bucketfulls of intelligence, and a sight more common sense than Fungus does too!

[RandallBoggs]

"English Minor!? Why you little"

ANYWAY!.....
Thanks guys...Ran did help me a bit and even though he doesn't like to adm

"What do you mean I don't use right grammer! Oh I am s"

It was a compliment ok....

[RandallBoggs]

Alright next part. Just so you know I had three chapters saved back, working on the next one soon. Anyway. Randall gets the upper hand this time, naturally. But in the end, there’s another calm, as the two have to deal with something….well….strange in a word…for them. Enjoy. And I’d like to thank everyone so far for reviewing, it helps, really.

Chapter 3 Power Break
Sully was taken back by that comment, losing his grip on Randall slightly, but the reptile didn’t take it as something to concern himself with. What did Randall mean by he knew nothing? All Sully could think was that Randall was saying whatever he could to save his tail. But what he meant was something that had impacted him. What did he mean? Was he really just trying to save his hide or….did he actually mean it?
*
Randall took Sullivan’s confused expression as his chance. “(Heh…he got my arms and legs….but he forgot about my reliable one heh heh…)”. Randall knew this was the perfect opportunity to get out of this pain-pin, and his tail was going to do it. While his rival was in thought, Randall took his tail and wrapped it around Sullivan’s left foot. It took merely a second before Sullivan noticed Randall’s ninth limb was moving, but a second was all it need.
With a pull, Sullivan stumbled backward, letting Randall go. Randall quickly removed his tail before his adversary backed up too far. Taking a moment to recover, which equaled Sullivan’s daze, Randall knew he had to get the upper hand. He pounced at Sullivan with any strength he hand left, slamming the huge monster into the floor. He stayed on top of him, holding Sullivan’s limbs with two of his own. Randall had the upper hand this time, and he knew Sullivan’s tail wouldn’t be as reliable.
Randall lowered his head to see Sullivan starring with wide eyes. Randall felt he had to say something. “….It’s a pity when your on the other end isn’t it Sullivan….now you know how I feel….”.
*
Sully let Randall’s word stick. Suddenly concern for getting out of Randall’s hold seemed less than it should be. Randall just kept starring, but Sully couldn’t tell why. But for some reason, he was wondering why Randall wasn’t attacking him, or, now at least, trying to kill him like he was moments before. But that spawned thoughts. Did Randall really intend to hurt them? He didn’t seem to hurt Mike when he found out right? But the again…
*
Randall noticed that Sullivan was taken care of, he had made his point. Now all he had to think of was what to do now. He couldn’t kill Sullivan….not now. He had to think of what to do. The kid….
Randall looked over, seeing her watching the two. She didn’t seem to be afraid…but she didn’t seem too brave about what was going on either. Randall had several thoughts going through his head. But what to do now was the main thing. He hoped to get the kid back to her door, but now he had to take care of Sullivan too. He looked back to the furry, seeing Sullivan was looking at the kid.
Why did Sullivan insist on wanting to destroy his career. Of course, Randall always knew he was a better scarer than Sullivan. All the furry thought of Randall was that he was a threat to his career, and Randall just thought that was plain sick. When Sullivan was second place on the Scare Board, Randall never ever intended to destroy Sullivan’s career as a Scarer.
But why? Why was Sullivan so intent on getting the kid. Randall knew Sullivan could have killed him if he wanted, with everything going on. When he was knocked out back underground, he was helpless, but they ran. When Sullivan had him pinned, he could just have softened him up with punches and thrown him out the door. “(Just to add some irony into it…)” Randall thought. But this led to him thinking. If Sullivan wasn’t going after destroying his career….why did he want the kid…..
“(Stop…)”. What was he thinking!? He had to get rid of Sullivan. It was the only option, but Randall couldn’t do it now. He cared about his career as a scarer and his prize with a better life, but killing? That wasn’t what he could do. So what was left?
Unfortunately…the choice was not to be made by him…
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(TTSSSHHH! KRRSSSHHH!)
The two didn’t feel anything, but something outside, in their world made them look. The door, again, in their world, swung side to side. But…it wasn’t moving. In fact, none of the doors were moving. Not to add that the internal lighting of the Door Vault was turned off. Shadows overtook the world-like vault, but several were unable to be born thanks to the sun shinning through the ceiling.
The rails had stopped….the power was off….
*
“What?”.
Sully looked to see Randall was baffled by this. Taking the opportunity, Sully pushed with might and Randall was hit upward and onto his back near his tail. Not caring about Randall now, he headed over to Boo. “You alright?” he asked, crouching down beside her. She was looking directly at him, nodding. He took her in his arms, getting back onto his feet.
*
Randall growled as Sullivan went over to the kid. He hated being off guard, but then again, he supposed Sullivan could, hopefully, be as equally confused by why the Vault was down as he was. With little effort, Randall pulled back and flipped back onto his feet. He took a moment to look at Sullivan, seeing the furry was looking at him, kid in hand. Right now, Randall didn’t mind, he just hoped Sullivan wouldn’t push him out the door.
With a slight blink, he started over to the door, taking looks back at Sullivan to make sure he didn’t try anything funny. “(Well he wants to hold the kid….if he wants to push me out…he’ll be taking all three of us…)” he thought with common sense. He went to the left edge of the door, peeking out. They were at the platform, a large one at the end of the Vault. There was a ladder at the end which led into the tunnel that the doors went through.
Randall grinned. He was so glad he knew the place inside and out.
*
Sully just watched as Randall looked out. He was unsure what to think. It was as if a calm came in. A truce that neither spoke of or agreed on. There the reptile was. The one that wanted to hurt Boo, tried to kill him, kidnap children, and the one that caused all this to happen. That backstabbing, lying, scaly. Sully didn’t consider himself a racist, but Randall convinced him that what the popular crowd says about reptiles is indeed true. But right now, they weren’t fighting. Sully considered that he wasn’t fighting was because Randall, suspiciously, hadn’t acted yet. Was Randall worried about something else? More than him?
*
Randall knew he had to take care of Sullivan and the kid, not to mention Wazowski. But at the moment, he had another thought on his mind. Only one person that he knows has the authority to do something like this.
“(Waternoose….what are you up to….)” he questioned, feeling his tail lift with curiosity as to this event. Why would Waternoose cut the power?
Randall went back into the door, feeling uneasy about all this. He took a look at Sullivan, noticing the furry looking at him with an easily definable scowl. He didn’t mind. Even if Sullivan did something funny, Randall was too fast and too close to the door that he could lock Sullivan in if he wanted to. He placed his back to the small wall near the door’s left side, lowering his head and placing a hand to his lip, thinking.
What was Waternoose up to? Did he…did he trust him to finish off what he wanted? Or did he….or did he expect to fail? Randall didn’t understand this. Did Waternoose expect Sullivan and Wazowski to win over him? That he would….that his end would be in this Vault?
“(Something’s not right…)”.

Now so far, it’s true to the movie, as Waternoose had cut the power in…ahh…“about” the time in this. So, it shouldn’t be long that, because of a lonely door, Waternoose sends the goon squad out….ooops…shouldn’t have said that. Oh well. ^_^


"And I am STILL on for that english ins"

Will you just let it go!

"You know I'm not good at that...."

Sheesh...

[RandallBoggs]

Here ya go Nauticus ^_^

[nauticusvergil]

Oh, thank you ^_^

[RandallBoggs]

^_^