Date: Sun, 5 Mar 2000 14:17:39 +0100
From: AKN <an@altavista.net>
Subject: Ghosts Of Christmas - Chapter 3a (boy-bands)
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.
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"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!"
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"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--
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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
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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)
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Copyright 2000 Andreas K N
Characters from XYXX(TM)
are copyright 2000 po'tolo Productions
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