Post by numberunknown on Sept 7, 2006 0:12:40 GMT
T: tracers
R: require
A: abigails
C: certain
K: killing
Chapter 1:
She was caught. There was no doubt about it, helplessly caught. She was blindfolded, the blindfold taped to her face, tied up in ropes and chains, paralized, in a cage inside another cage, in the darkest room ever. The room was soundproof, so nomatter how much she screamed, no one would hear her. But Abigail Lincoln was not the screaming type. She had no control of how she moved, she was paralized, but she knew what she was thinking.
Idiot, sometimes I think like an idiot! I don't even remember how I got here, but I know that I'm an idiot! Ok Numbuh 5, think...
She sat there for a while, breathing steadily. Then, she had an idea. Whoever caugt her, didn't think of everything. Under her hat, she sometimes carried a pen. If she clicked the pen three times, Numbuh 1 would get an alert. If she could only move... She had a plan. She was pretty much in control of the features on her face, so she pointed her lips to her hat, and blew. It didn't work. She tried to shrug the newsboy hat off with her eyebrows, it worked a little better, but her hat didn't fall off right then. She got up enough strength to fight the paralization enough to shake her hat off. She heard the pen hit the floor.
OK Numbuh 5, now for the hard part. How do I click it if I can't move?
She sat their for another couple of minutes. A little frustrated... but she wasn't the freaking out kind of girl. She used all her might, to knock herself over. Abby was now layin with her leggs tied into the crossed possition. Very uncomfortable. The pen was laying right infront of her nose. She stuck her toung out, and cradled the pen with it. She pulled it back into her mouth, and clicked it three times with her teeth. Numbuh 1 would be on his way. It was time for the waiting game
Nigel Uno was asleep at the treehouse. He was taking a nap, a very rare but much needed activity for him. The buzzer went off, and awoke Nigel with a start. He jumped up from his bed, blinking the crust out of his eyes. The screen was buzzing, and flashing "Numbuh 5". Nigel knew that she was the least likely to click her pen, so he was automaticly worried. Numbuh 5 must be in real danger.
Should I Write More?
R: require
A: abigails
C: certain
K: killing
Chapter 1:
She was caught. There was no doubt about it, helplessly caught. She was blindfolded, the blindfold taped to her face, tied up in ropes and chains, paralized, in a cage inside another cage, in the darkest room ever. The room was soundproof, so nomatter how much she screamed, no one would hear her. But Abigail Lincoln was not the screaming type. She had no control of how she moved, she was paralized, but she knew what she was thinking.
Idiot, sometimes I think like an idiot! I don't even remember how I got here, but I know that I'm an idiot! Ok Numbuh 5, think...
She sat there for a while, breathing steadily. Then, she had an idea. Whoever caugt her, didn't think of everything. Under her hat, she sometimes carried a pen. If she clicked the pen three times, Numbuh 1 would get an alert. If she could only move... She had a plan. She was pretty much in control of the features on her face, so she pointed her lips to her hat, and blew. It didn't work. She tried to shrug the newsboy hat off with her eyebrows, it worked a little better, but her hat didn't fall off right then. She got up enough strength to fight the paralization enough to shake her hat off. She heard the pen hit the floor.
OK Numbuh 5, now for the hard part. How do I click it if I can't move?
She sat their for another couple of minutes. A little frustrated... but she wasn't the freaking out kind of girl. She used all her might, to knock herself over. Abby was now layin with her leggs tied into the crossed possition. Very uncomfortable. The pen was laying right infront of her nose. She stuck her toung out, and cradled the pen with it. She pulled it back into her mouth, and clicked it three times with her teeth. Numbuh 1 would be on his way. It was time for the waiting game
Nigel Uno was asleep at the treehouse. He was taking a nap, a very rare but much needed activity for him. The buzzer went off, and awoke Nigel with a start. He jumped up from his bed, blinking the crust out of his eyes. The screen was buzzing, and flashing "Numbuh 5". Nigel knew that she was the least likely to click her pen, so he was automaticly worried. Numbuh 5 must be in real danger.
Should I Write More?