The briefcase This is a collaborate story between me and ShanaAlana Prologue I looked at my phone. Fired. F-I-R-E-D. Fired. Now I'm just about broke. How the heck am I supposed to live now?! How can you get fired from being a fireman?! Well apparently I managed it. Right when I was about to go see my parents in California. Well I still have the tickets, maybe I can go beg for money, yeah that'll work. Ha their suckers for me. So all I really have to do is go into the airport. Why am I scared to go in the airport? I have a bad feeling about this. Chapter 1 I sigh and walk into the airport and look down at my stomach feeling depressed. I poke my stomach and watch it jiggle slightly. "I should get in shape...luckily I have no money so I can't afford it,"I think to myself. I look at my gold watch and see its 7:25 and my flight is at 7:30 "I wonder why I'm broke yet I have a golden watch...," I think to myself. He sees an old man carrying about 10 bags approach him. "Haha that old guy is such a fat ass I bet he just lies around all day," I think to myself. "Excuse me young man, could you help me carry some of my bags they are quite heavy," the old man says. "Do it yourself you old faggot," is my disrespectful response. "Please kind sir I just need you to carry one, I'll pay you a million dollars." "A million?!" "Yes young man besides its already gone through security so it can't contain anything dangerous." I gingerly take the bag and go through security and such, before I know it I'm on the airplane. Curiosity was eating me alive so I gingerly opened the briefcase and was blinded by a bright flash of white light. I blinked several times and looked under me to see I was sitting on a pink mushroom. Scanning the area I can't tell where I am. I see a girl being attacked by some strange creature and take out my gun and shoot it in the stomach. It turns it's ugly head towards me and charges. I panic and shoot my remaining 5 bullets at it and it falls over dead. I check my gun and realize its empty. I was terrified so with that I turned and ran away...and tripped over a root and hit my head knocking myself out.
Nice job Flub! Sorry if my update isn't as good as Flub's! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jade's POV I walk over to the man that shot the Mutt and saved my life. I kneel next to him, checking to see if he was still breathing, to find he was, just knocked out cold. He had shot a gun, a resource that had not been easily available since the fourth war. He must have much fortune , I think to myself, putting the katana back into the pack I was wearing. I look around the empty area to remind myself of where I am. I am in the jungle which mainly inhabited the overgrown and deadly mushrooms. I sigh and decide to bring him out of the danger in the jungle. I pick up the man, throwing him over my shoulder. I walk through the brush, struggling to keep him upon my shoulder. I walk towards the overgrown infestation that is call my home. Finally I see the familiar green vines surrounding the roof and walls. I walk in, dodging the traps I had set before I left. I set the man down on the make-shift bed, checking his head. I grab the bandages and wrap them around his head, keeping the gash on his head from infecting. Then I walk over to my small stove and put on some water on one of the burners, ready to start making to stew. I reset the traps at my door as the water boiled, feeling the heat that came from the stove. I sit at the small table when I finish, watching the strange man rest. "And now," I say, "I wait." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 3 I open one eye and see I'm in a strange place. "Where the fuck ing hell am I? I shot my gun and then...I looked like an idiot in front of a pretty girl...she wasn't as pretty as Beth though...so I guess nothing has changed I'm still an out of shape geek...who can shoot a gun...," I thought to myself. I focus on not moving and close my eye and rerun what happened through my head. "Okay so just a recap, I went to see my parents, then I took a suitcase from an old man, AND GOT SCREWED OVER BECAUSE HE WASN'T EVEN ON THE SAME FLIGHT!!! Then opened it, white light, scary monster, bullets, pretty girl, root, then blackness. Okay so I need to take this girl hostage and make her tell me where I am," I thought to myself. I hopped up and reached for my gun and then two things happened. First, I realized that my gun wasn't there. Second, I realized that my ankle was sprained and I fell to the ground and cried out in pain as my chin hit the ground hard, making me bite my tongue hard. "FUCK! My tongue!" I said as I looked up at the girl. "This seems awkward but I'm Drake and I was trying to threaten your life and make you tell me where I am, but could you tell me nicely instead since this didn't work?" I said awkwardly. (WHO IS THIS BETH?! WHY IS DRAKE SO AWKWARD?! WHERE IS HE?! WHO WAS THE OLD MAN?!)
Update! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jade's POV I smirk at the man who calls himself Drake. "Drake, is it? Well, first off, you are in my home. Secondly, I am the one who is threatening you, keeping you in my home. And third, don't speak unless you are spoken to, wealthy man. And by this moment, you should not speak," I say, still stirring the stew. Finally, I walk over to him and help him up, to sit on the bed. I go back to stirring the stew, glancing at him. "But where-" he starts. I glare into his eyes with my cloudy grey ones. "Do not speak unless you are spoken to." "Yes, ma'am," he murmurs, his face growing red in shame. I smile and keep stirring, knowing that it is almost time to eat. He watches me carefully, waiting for me to try harming him. I glance at the gun out of his view. His gun. Drake's gun. The wealthy man's gun The gun that saved my life. The gun that killed the Mutt. I sigh quietly, still stirring the stew that was almost finished. I sit the spoon on the stove top, picking up the pot. I pick out two small bowls from the cabinet next to me. I pour the stew into the bowls, adding more in one than the other. I add an herb to help him heal, being nice. I give him the bowl with the herb in it, sipping the stew out of the bowl that was mine. I watched him drink the stew quickly, obviously famished. He was done, he attempted the set the bowl on the ground. I roll over to him, grabbing his bowl and placing it on the counter, not spilling my stew in the process. He starts to stare at me, wide eyes in shock. I smirk at him, sipping the stew from the bowl. I soon finish, placing the bowl next to his. I cross my arms and face him, watching him watch me. My eyes scan his, seeing fear. I smirk, happily knowing he is afraid without his precious gun. "So, 'Drake,'" I start, adding air quotes at his name, "why were you spying on me?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~