Bolt Saga Redux

Chapter 3: Untitled

Chapter 3: Untitled

“I’m terribly sorry Mary. But something has happened, and I need to station you on Earth for a bit.”

“And why is this doctor?”

“Because I completely forgot something very important.”

“And what is that? My patience is running low. I was told that I would get to meet a long lost friend today, not have to do something else.”

“I forgot about the wretched villains who are stationed on Earth.”

“And how could they be more important than Abel?”

“Because one of them is causing this wretched disease that has been going around.”

“It isn’t all that bad doctor. Now step aside, I’m going to see Abel.”

“Wrong. I need somebody that I trust on the outside for this.”

“Well, consider me not trustworthy.”

“Then you don’t get to see Abel young lady.”

Mary paused for a second, and reconsidered what the doctor had said.

“On second thought, what do you need me for doc?”

“The trouble isn’t the disease, but who is making it.”

“And who is that?”

“The poison doctor. He has complete control over chemical matter, but doesn’t know how to make non-deadly mixtures, so he makes rather kill-joy, or painful mixtures, that he sends out as diseases. He could wipe out this whole planet is he wishes so.”

“Then why hasn’t he? I am asking too many questions, and not getting any orders. Make your next explanation have no gap.”

“QUESTIONS ARE THE EXISTENCE OF MANKIND YOUNG LADY. NEVER QUESTION SUCH EVER AGAIN!”

“All...Alright doctor. Sorry to... Do such a... Never mind. Just continue.”

“Ahem. Sorry for that outburst. I just... get tingly when people don’t obey the principles of science, which is why I hate this sudden outburst of things not possible by the ever so bounding laws of physics, but its been bothering me.”

“Why has this been bothering you doctor?”

“Because exactly one floor above from me, there is a man who can disobey all laws of weather that we have ever come up with. Science is being torn into two Mary, I don’t know what to do.”

The doctor swiftly went down onto the ground and smashed his fists onto the very floor that he now lay on, pouting and spouting unchonprehensable gibberish. Mary was rather confused by this outburst, mostly due to the doctors seemingly lack of building up to this rather awkward moment that suddenly just happened. The doctor soon mumbled the words I will make sense of this. I will find the scientific solution. I must. Or else... I’ll go insane.

Bolt Halfway sat still inside the white nothingness. Nothing to do, nothing to see, nothing to even think about really. Except for why the red static remain a mute. Clearly it wasn’t his own fault, but it seemed as if something was preventing him from talking for a reason rather than it just being a weird and odd restriction for him. If this was a game of some sort, Bolt was sure that he was doing it wrong. Him and the red static hadn’t even eaten in days, mostly because of the fact that there was no food in the white void that was visible, and that nobody wanted to venture far from the fire because it got too cold, and was unbearable for either of them to take even a ten minute walk away from the fire in the middle. Neither one of them could possibly imagine what might happen if the fire were to extinguish, but that wasn’t in their control. In fact, nothing was in their control at all. It was very similar to such ancient stories of fellow overworldians who had undergone a process called titan inheritance. Titan inheritance was the basic process of a human becoming the host of an overworldian. Titan inheritance is an old human word, and the name simply stuck with the overworldians. But many of the survivors of such a thing had experienced a white void, and a fireplace in the middle. The reason such hadn’t clicked in Bolts head a long time ago, was simply because there were no tales of such happening, and there being another person or thing alongside of them. The only known way to get out of such a void, or place, or whatever, was to make sure that the host knew about your existence. There was no real way for Bolt to contact anybody from the outside in the white void. Bolt decided not to explain anything to the red static, as he didn’t want anybody around him freaking out, especially not a mute.

Kortez had been sitting with Caissan for about 2 whole hours, watching straight up basketball. It seemed like a good time, but Caissan barely spoke for quite a long time, and Kortez didn’t even get a chance to socialize with him as Caissan stood up, and walked in the very door that Rennat and Yough were in. Kortez really didn’t feel welcome in the area he was in, so he just sat for longer, not knowing what to precisely do. Thankfully he met up again with Yough, who sat down right next to Kortez, and turned on the pvr that they had set up. The amount of items on that pvr was absolutely ridiculous, and must have been over 10,000 hours of television shows, movies, basketball games, and even trace amounts of porn. Yough set up Kortez to a nice treat of the Goonies, as he went to greet people who had came through the front door. There were a total of three people who walked through the front door. In total, there were 2 boys, and a single girl. The girl had bowl cut blue hair, and wore a yellow top that showed her flat stomach, and almost creeped up to her chest, but it ended there. She also wore completely leg covering black sweats, and held a two blue ribbons that were as long as the ribbons used in ribbon dancing, and they also had sturdy wooden handles. One of the boys had retardedly long blonde hair, and was rather tall. Other than that, he seemed rather normal, and he held no weapons whatsoever, and had a rather dramatic looking face. He wore a plaid t-shirt, and jeans to go with his attire. The final person had very distinguishing marks on him. The whole left side of his face seemed rotten, as well as his right arm that stood out because of his wifebeater. He wore tattered jeans, and his black hair made it look like hes been through quite a lot.

“Hello Kreswella, Serad, and Nerad,” Yough exclaimed, “How was the hunt?”

“I don’t exactly know for sure, as the two who have all the spoils are behind us at the moment... Somewhere,” Replied the blue haired chick rather sarcastically, “They were rather slow, and behind us so. I have no idea what to do.”

“So let me get this straight Kreswella. You left behind Mussufufu and Abel, outside, where there are mutants crawling everywhere, and are currently carrying objects... I would like a further explanation, as Rennat is currently playing Mario Kart with Caissan! GET OUT HERE, WE HAVE A SITUATION!”

Rider had finally arrived at the council room of the bandits seemingly endless dungeon. The room wasn’t as large as rider had expected it to be, and it was even painted yellow for no particular reason that Flaw could come up with anyhow so it is safe to assume that it was like that before the bandits obtained such a place. There was a rectangular table, that resembled a fancy dining table, but at the far end, there was an absolutely majestic throne covered in jewelry, gold, and even possible traces of gems not found on Earth. There was nobody on it at the moment that they arrived, but the moment that all 3 of them turned around to go look for Bandit, he suddenly appeared on the throne.

“I have been expecting you Ms.Rider,” Said the head honcho himself. Bandit, the crazy man with the absolutely fabulous, ridiculous hair, “I have been expecting you for a while now, but it took my men a long time to track down Victor, to force him to call for your aid. Don’t raise your fists when I mention this, mostly because I am able to obliterate you before you can even say I cannot lose to you.”

“Then what do you want me to do Bandit.”

“It is quite simple, fight Kortez. Not to the death, but beat him up to a pulp, force him to... nevermind. Just do as I tell you, and you won't suffocate to death.”

“Harm a student of mine. Why, how dare you even suggest such a thing.”

“Because otherwise, I do it myself, and I get the pleasure of watching your breath escape your body, as you do nothing but squirm and die.”

“Why don’t you just do it then?”

“Because I’m afraid that I will accidentally kill Kortez. I have no use for him dead. How good is the host of a monster dead? Especially when that host dies, and kills the monster along with it. Now go do it, or... I’ll kill Victor? I dunno. I don’t like doing this sort of thing. I’d prefer it that I could have a happy peaceful life, living with an average woman, but no. I got a bounty on my head, and didn’t want to go to jail. So I started this up, accidentally got powers beyond my wildest dreams, and have been prosecuted ever since. Now go, so that I may one day live a peaceful life by conquering over the world, and making nobody hunt me down. There, my life story... NOW GO BEAT KORTEZ TO A LIVING PULP. Speaking of pulp, Flaw, get me some orange juice. I am rather thirsty.”

Rider stood in awe at how weird, and awkward, Bandit had said what he did. It almost seemed rehearsed, but maybe that was just Bandit. Rider didn’t know Bandit very well as they just met today. Rider had decided to not take the risk of encountering Bandits wraith, and had agreed to go beat up Kortez. A second later, she blacked out, and Bandit got his orange juice.