The Bus Boyz 2: Winner Takes All

Chapter Nine

(Enjoy!) 

(John's P.O.V.)- 

The meeting took up minutes over minutes, again and again, while we waited for James to show up after his race about death than just what Pablo had in his own mind. He probably knows otherwise, that this race does result in death. More or less, I have my own problems to deal with. Unlike Kevin and Karl, they never care much about anything in meetings unless they're supposed to be important in public meetings rather than Top Secret meetings... 

"Hey Karl?" I asked him while whispering. 

"Yeah?" He wondered softly. 

"Do you remember Harry potter's hearing about wither or not he might be getting expelled from the wizarding and witching school at Hogwarts? Because of some underage spell against those unexpected dementor attacks? Harry and Dumbledore knew the truth about You-know-who... But some ministers, or members of the ministry thought otherwise it could all just be a complete lie instead of a hoax, and not giving Harry his clearings of all charges until the end of the hearing?" I remarked softly with the butterflies running up and down my spine, like this might be happening to James when he gets back, if he wins it that is. "Also I think that it was Ms. Umbridge, that was the one who was telling lies, not Harry, and he kind of knew it before he had to write, 'I must not tell lies...'" I added coolly while we kept hearing more of Alistair Bones blabbering off and on all day. The nerves from myself were starting to dive down into a fresh whirlpool of butterflies that made me in relief throughout the evening. James had to hurry up if he wants to know about this secret meeting. I kind of feel bad for him and what he might be going through. Especially us too. 

"Yeah... What about it?" He said questionably. "What has that got to do with what's happening right now?"

"Well... This is probably what it looks like in real life in another alternate, messed up dimension." I said quite nervously, yet softly. I was getting bored and tired all over again. "Only... Just made differently... In my opinion, if you must know dear brother of mine..." I rested my head on the table. I was starting to get bored about all this and these false attacks that they might be talking about in this weird hell of a meeting as they called it from some of these members in the group. 

"Okay then...." Karl said at last quietly. 

*** 

(Back To James)- 

Pablo and I didn't stress out the race too much, his heart maybe slower than a turtle's speed. I will never understand his type of species, until I find out what he's up to at least. Still... I think that he's up to something much more worse than what this race is about. Sometimes I think that Pablo really isn't Pablo for whom he says he is. It's more like a wasteland out here more than just known as the eastern badlands. In the glooms of despair, I flew and then ran like the devils themselves. My speed was wearing out in the rushing winds of the northwest. Flying was mostly hard in these dangerous places that are near the methane deserts of the south. What I've just observed, is that these berumins, and berumin nomads, move away from place to place, finding food like the animals in the desert that was near the Starlight village. My feet were making a pack of flying dust everywhere. 

The Hot sand burned parts of my feet... I was getting tired of this race. Only now, I am at the end of this death race. The wind was warm in the south west, but much colder in the northeast. I had to find a nearby cave soon where the rocky mountains are still standing at. When was the last times that anyone had to do a stupid race like this one? Not me, of course until right now. Which I for one, don't want to hear the end of it. It's killing my legs and my arms is what this race is doing. Nobody likes a sore loser, if you're trying to compete it. Not everyone gets a second chance. Something about Pablo has been bothering me ever since I made a stupid deal with him. It has come to my attention, that the person I am racing against is probably not Pablo...