The Ghosts Of Christmas, The Labyrinth Of Lives, The Windings Of Love, And The Coil Of Fears
by
Andreas K N (an@altavista.net), 2000
INTRODUCTION
That's one ridiculously long title ain't it? Like 'God Must Have Spent A Little More Time On You' on crack.. I'm seriously not making any sense am I?
Whatever. It's just one of those days.
Once again, I'm baaack! ..and cutting back on the 'a's..
Since it's been such a long time since my last post, I decided to let you read the first part of the third chapter now. When the rest of the chapter will be published is very uncertain. There are several reasons; 1) I have recieved very little feedback, so I don't really know if anyone is interested my continuing this story. 2) I'm working on other projects such as the scripts for my own webcomic, my spec screenplay, etc etc. 3) My enthusiasm for this story is starting to fade. 4) I'm looking for a job. There's a pretty good chance I might get a job at one of the really big Web-bureaus but it's still uncertain so that makes me a bit nervous.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing you read in this story is real and it does not intend to reflect reality as we know it in any way. This is FICTION - look it up. :D
If you for various legal reasons shouldn't be reading this - don't - or do and risk getting caught.. did I say that? Oooooo.. :)
Chapter 3
Pieces To Puzzle
It's still the same strange sewer-like catacomb with the black hole in the ceiling. The time has changed though. Yerad and his guest, Nickolas Carter, have disappeared and the area is once again empty and silent.
In the distance, a faint scream is suddenly heard. It's coming closer. It comes from above, from the darkness that seems to slowly suck in the surrounding light and slowly and mercilessly devour it.
Echoing the events of not too long ago, a young blond man falls down into the greenish mud with a splash and a loud Ouch.
'N SYNC bass singer, James Lance Bass, lies on his back, staring into the mesmerising blackness above with a pale and dazed expression covering his face. For all we know, he might have remained in that state forever had not something, or rather someone, rudely yet unintentionally blocked his view as this someone came plunging towards him.
Felix landed safely ontop of the singer, their noses just touching as Felix had stopped his fall somewhat too avoid crushing Lance's ribs. The over six feet tall adventurer lifted his head slightly to gaze down at the shocked NSYNCer.
"Now that's what I call a niiice landing if I ever saw one!" Felix grinned.
Lance was desperately trying to regain his composure somewhat. "Uh huh"
They didn't move. Just lay there staring at eachother. Soon enough, the mouths of both young men began twitching as they tried to hold back laughter.
Felix decided to push it. "You know, I could get much too used to this.." he said with a naughty gleam in his eyes.
That sent them both over the edge and uproarious laughter filled the catacomb.
"We might never leave unless we do it now.." Felix continued with tears in his eyes. Lance could only nod as he was quite incapable of speaking coherently while at the same time laughing like a mental patient on crack.
Felix jumped to his feet, stretching out his hand to help Lance up. "Whaddya say I give you a hand Mr. Escaped Mental Patient?" Of course, this only made Lance laugh even harder as he rolled around, incapable of getting up.
The strikingly handsome standing man decided to quite literally take matters into his own hands and hauled the convulsing green-eyed cutie-pie off the muddy ground and onto his shoulders. Before he had proper time to react, Lance was sitting steadily on Felix's broad shoulders, being carried towards an exit. The speed of events and the fact that Felix lifted him as if he weighed nothing made Lance so perplexed that he stopped laughing altogether. He just sat there, staring down at Felix's platinum hair with his mouth hanging open, looking really, really stupid.
"I work out a lot" Felix said bluntly.
"Huh?"
"You were wondering 'How the hell did he do that?'" Felix explained, "I work out a lot and it . . runs in the family.."
"Oh.. Oh?"
Felix bent his neck backwards to look up at Lance. "Do you practice that a lot?" he asked, raising his left eyebrow.
"What??"
"Looking cute.."
Lance blushed and Felix continued, "Now, I know you don't have to practice that!" he chuckled. Lance pretended to be offended and overted his gaze.
"Wall!!" he exclaimed.
"Huh?" Felix said just as he walked into the wall, causing him and his flailing passenger to fall backwards into the mud once again. Instinctively, Felix turned around to land on his hands - this in turn causing his face to end up right above Lance's private parts, Lance's leg still slightly wrapped around the taller man.
After a brief moment of staring at the bulge in Lance's pants, Felix directed his stare towards Lance who was propped up on his elbows, staring back at Felix.
"We have an uncanny ability to wind up in compromising positions haven't we?" Felix smiled.
"Yeah," Lance replied, "whatever will be next?" he said with a devilish glint in his green eyes.
"I make you pregnant and Jive Records takes our first-born and sacrifices him to the feared Teenybopper cult.."
"You don't know that it'll be a 'him'" Lance said with a pout.
Felix was dumbfounded by how Lance had managed to think of such an instant comeback to his strange joke. They just continued to stare for a few more moments before Felix spoke again.
"I like you!" Felix said with a huge grin. He then got up and helped Lance up again. Felix continued to carry Lance on his shoulders as they exited the catacomb into a dark passageway.
"Where are we?!"
"Here"
Sigh. "Where is here??"
"Not somewhere else.. or at least so it seems.."
"You don't know, do you?"
"It's irrelevant.."
"Not to me! I wanna know where the hell I am!!"
"Calm down Mr. Carter, no need to burn any fuses--"
"I don't even know who the fuck You are!"
"I'm known as Yerad, but I'm hardly a fuck..." the cloaked one said, pensively adding, "not recently anyway.."
Nick Carter grabbed ahold of Yerad, stopping them both in the middle of a shadowy corridoor. He turned the older man around to stare into his yellowish eyes.
"Listen dickhead!" Nick began as Yerad merely rolled his eyes in exasperation, "You get me outta here or I'll have you put away for life for . . for kidnapping!"
"With you as the napped KID, right?" Yerad sighed.
"You are not funny old man!"
"You spit while you talk--"
"Get me outta here!!"
"--please try to stop.. it's an exceptionally nasty habit.."
Losing even more of his temper, Nick spat directly in Yerad's face.
Yerad sighed heavily. "Now that's even nastier.."
"And I'm gonna get nastier still if ya don't get me the hell outta here!!"
"Dear Lord!" Yerad grabbed Nick forcefully, dragging him into a pitch black hallway. "Come here!"
"Where you takin' me??" Nick asked, fright suddenly apparent in his voice.
"Where you requested.. The HELL outta here!"
"You know, I can walk!"
"..but you can't dance, right?"
"Hey!" Lance exclaimed as he slapped the top of Alex's head. "I resent that comment!" He said as he rode on Alex's shoulders through a corridoor very much like the one in which we encountered Nick and Yerad moments earlier.
Alex chuckled. "Well, how 'bout this comment; You're cute!"
"I prefer to think of myself as handsome, thank you very much!"
"How 'bout pretty?"
"I'm not PRETTY! Girls are pretty!" Lance whined.
"Thank you, Mr. Bass! You just proved my point!"
It didn't take too long for Lance to react and slap Alex's head again, this time much harder.
"Ouch!"
Lance took a firm hold of Alex's face and pulled it back, stretching the skin and muscles so that the young adventurer looked truly, insanely stupid. Like an extra-crazy version of Batman's arch-enemy the Joker.
Lance decided to use his most menacing voice and squeeze his eyes to small slits. In fact, he succeeded in looking almost as weird as the Joker-faced Alex. Quite unintentionally. The intention was to look dangerous. Acting was never Lance's strong point.
"Take it back, Wiseguy!" Lance wheezed.
"Ow whag? My face gonna fwkick like ish?"
Lance laid the menace on thick. Well, tried to at least. "No.. or I'm gonna rip yo'head off!"
The spikey-haired blond looked quite funny trying to be a bad boy. Alex couldn't keep himself from laughing so hard that he accidentally tripped over his own feet - something very unlikely to happen to this young man under normal circumstances.
TBC
If you'd like this story to continue, please e-mail me at an@altavista.net . Thankyou! :)
Oh, I almost forgot, I wrote these lil songs for the first chapter--
Bitter End
[very sad, very slow..]
Has my life now come to a bitter end? Is there no way left for me to mend The pieces of the life I once knew Friends and family, now so very few
Friends who made me smile my way through my sorrows The ones that made me believe in the better tommorows
The family that was there for me The ones who made my heart believe
I wish that I could take back those words I said The words that made me loose everything I had
Has my life now come to a bitter end? I'm tryin' to find a way for me to mend My broken heart My shattered dreams There's no way back So it seems
Has my life now come to a bitter end? I'm tryin' to find a way for me to mend My fallen pride My shattered dreams There's nothing left But silent screams
My life has come to a bitter, bitter end There is no way left for me to mend The life I once knew I don't even Have You
The Tweebletoe Song
Jump up and bounce around Come along we're gonna have some fun
Jump up and sing a song Shubbedoobap budoobelapapaw
Tweebletoes are havin' fun They're never ever never down
(Okay, it's not much without 'the beat'.. LOL)
-------------------------------------- Copyright 2000 Andreas K N Characters from XYXX(TM) are copyright 2000 po'tolo Productions --------------------------------------