by InsaneLlama
After they left the knife shop, they went back to their room for the night. When they woke up, they returned to the main floor. The cowboys were waiting at the behind the stairs, waiting to ambush them. They jumped out, unfortunately for insanellama, he had been cleaning one of his pistols as he walked, and it was thus not operational. X had already reached for his belt and thrown a fist full of knives, pinning 7 to the wall by their shirts. Firestorm had his flame thrower, and browning up. Toocold had his Desert Eagle 357, and his ice launcher out and ready. Insanellama was left with one pistol, and lonewolf had his rifle. Still, the others all had pistols up and aimed at them. there were about 13 that X hadn’t disabled. Firestorm quickly reacted, firing his flame thrower, catching the front-line on fire, and forcing the others back. The rest of the group fired into the crowd, and disabled all but one. He came charging at them with a machete. He got a throwing knife between the eyes for his trouble. Clan Caterpie left quickly, and lost themselves among the crowd. X had retrieved his knives. They stopped at the knife shop and X bought some extras. Insanellama bought the hunting knife he had had his eye on the day before. They left the weapons sector, and headed back towards the wrestling ring to see what was happening. A professional tag team was acting like big shots, “Too Much” was their name. Fiestorm and Toocold decided to kick some ass.
“Yo, BIGSHOT you guys want a match?” said Toocold.
“You losers got a name?” asked Brian Christopher.
“I’m Toocold, I’m FIRESTORM, TOGETHER WE ARE FIRE AND ICE!” they said.
“Oooh, we’re afraid,” said Brian. Toocold and Firestorm started to pile their weapons and other gear on the ground. The growing pile began to frighten Too Much. Finally, they got into the ring. “Tag team no dq rules” said Toocold. Toocold and Brian Christopher were up first. Toocold opened with a side-walk slam. Insanellama laughed, “This would be a quick match,” he thought. He was right, when Brian got up, he received a kick to the gut, a stunner, and a pin.
After the match had concluded, an old lady followed by two men in S.S. Anne uniforms entered the room. “There they are!” The lady scowled, pointing to X, Insanellama, Lonewolf, Toocold, and Firestorm. The men walked to X, and delivered a stern speech.
“Listen, guys. I know there a lot of characters onboard, but we cannot have you hooligans running around with loaded guns and knives.”
Insanellama spoke up, “Do you know what is happening on this ship? We have been nearly killed at least four times in the last two days!”
“That is no excuse!” The second man in uniform said.
“I think it’s a damn good excuse.” Firestorm shouted. Toocold handed Firestorm his backpack.
“Nonetheless, its against our rules. You will either check those weapons at your rooms, or stay in the hull.”
Clan Caterpie and FIRE & ICE looked at each other. “We have hand to hand skills y’know.” Toocold said.
“Yeah..” Lonewolf caressed her shotgun.
“Sir, there is something called self defense, don’t talk to me about hooligans, talk to those guys over there. Worse yet, they’re cruel to their pokemon. I bought one yesterday, just to get it away from them. But if you Insist sir, I guess we’ll have to leave the weapons in our room Sir, but if something happens to anyone in my group, I’m holding YOU responsible.” said Insanellama reluctantly, knowing there would probably be trouble. The cowboy-wannabes began laughing as Clan Caterpie walked up the stairs. Firestorm started to turn around, but Insanellama stopped him, “Let 'em have their small victory,” said Insanellama, not wanting any more trouble just yet. “We’ll get you a rifle as we leave,” said Insanellama, to lonewolf knowing the voyage was almost over. They returned to their rooms, and checked their weapons. They walked back down the stairs. Insanellama was more than a little miffed at the crewmen who had warned him to leave the weapons in the room.
He left the group, “I’ve gotta go for a ride on the deck alone,” said Insanellama, “IF that’s ok with the crew, I’ll ask the captain first.” He walked off in the direction of the captain’s office. He knocked on the door, “Come In,” said the Captain. Insanellama walked in. “Sir, I was wondering if it was ok for me and Rapidash to take a ride topside.” said Insanellama. “No,” said the captain, “I can not have some ANIMAL making that much noise above the rooms.” The “Animal,” part had hurt the most. “It’s OK FOR YOU TO SAY I CAN’T RIDE, BUT DON’T INSULT A POKEMON I’VE HAD SINCE BEFORE I COULD WALK!” said Insanellama as he slammed the door, and stormed back onto the main floor. The Captain tried to catch up with insanellama, but he was walking too fast, and the captain gave up. Just as he turned to take one last look before re-entering his office, Insanellama’s head flashed around with a stare that he felt might burn a hole throw iron. It however was not for the captain. It was for a group of cowboy trainers over in a corner. He saw Insanellama trying to grab something on his back that he couldn’t quite reach. Insanellama stormed towards the hospital.
“Nurse,” he said. When she got there, he collapsed face first on the floor, a knife in his back, bleeding badly. In his wallet she found a picture of a boy named Icy, and one named X. She had them paged while she took Insanellama into the operating room. When five people arrived. She showed them a picture of Insanellama which had been taken shortly after he arrived. They were extremely concerned.
“Oh, and this rapidash won’t quit trying to bust into the OR.” said the Nurse. Icy started talking to Rapidash, and it gradually calmed down. They wheeled Insanellama into a private room for a while, they all followed him. He looked very pale, and had an IV with blood going into his arm. He opened his eyes disoriented.
“Wha happened?” he asked in a confused voice.
“Well, we don’t know anymore than that you came in here with a knife in your back.” said Icy.
“One of those bastard cowboy-wannabes through it,” said Insanellama starting to remember now. Insanellama was starting to show some color now, and the IV was done. He removed it from his arm, and got up. His right arm felt a little numb. “I think I’d better go tell the nurse something before we leave,” said Insanellama, putting his Wrangler jeans, and other clothes back on. When he got to the desk, “Nurse, why does my right arm feel numb?” asked Insanellama.
“We were worried about that, it may not be up to full capabilities for a while, or ever.” said the nurse, “That knife was very close to the spinal cord.”
Insanellama’s mouth turned to a thin straight line, “Great!” he said with a great deal of sarcasm in his voice. When they walked out, he saw the cowboy-wannabes jaws drop, they thought he had had it. Insanellama and the others went back up to their room. “I’d better get some rest,” said Insanellama, “You guys go on down and party, I’ll clean and oil my firearms again.”
With that, he set himself to the meticulous task of field stripping his rifle. He loved antique weapons, but it was more of an adrenaline releasing task this time. His hobby had been forcibly turned into work by the people down stairs. The captain walked in just then. “It’s ok Sir, I’m just cleaning them, and I’m in the room like you said,” said Insanellama, with a hint of anger.
“It isn’t about that, what happened to you when you left my office?” asked the Captain.
“Those 'victims’ of yours threw a knife into my back without provocation,” said Insanellama, his face returning to a cold pale stare.
“Sorry, too bad you don’t know which one, or I’d reprimand him.” said the Captain.
“REPRIMAND, REPRIMAND,” Insanellama slammed his right forearm into a wall, “BECAUSE OF THAT KNIFE, I CAN’T EVEN FEEL THAT!” said Insanellama in a flash of anger.
“Well, because of you, there’s a man who can’t feel anything, with a knife in his head,” said the Captain.
“HE WAS CHARGING AT US WITH A MACHETE. SELF DE-FUCKING-FENCE SIR!” said Insanellama, “THE MAN WHO THREW THE KNIFE AT ME, DID SO WITHOUT PROVOCATION OF ANY KIND,” he took a deep breath, “FURTHERMORE, WHEN WE ACTED IN SELF DEFENSE, WE HAD BEEN AMBUSHED AT THE FOOT OF THE STAIRS!” insanellama finished breathing heavily.
“Well, we don’t have any witnesses of the ambush or the man charging you, all we do have witnesses of is of X throwing the Knife.” said the Captain
“NO WITNESSES, IN A FULL ROOM? DO YOU REALLY EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THAT! OF COURSE, SOME TRAINERS CAN BE BOUGHT!” said Insanellama, burning with anger.
“Well, no one has come forward, and we’ve asked around.” said the Captain.
“WITH ALL DO RESPECT SIR! I PAYED FOR THIS ROOM, NOW LEAVE ME IN PEACE, I AM STILL RECOVERING FROM A WOUND, AND DON’T NEED YOU DRIVING UP MY BLOOD PRESSURE! I DON’T CARE IF YOU DO ANYTHING TO THEM ANYMORE, JUST SO LONG AS YOU GET OFF MY BACK!” yelled Insanellama, truly showing how he was related to his name sake.
“LOOK, I WILL NOT LEAVE, AND IF YOU CONTINUE TO YELL AT ME, I’ll HAVE YOU THROWN OVERBOARD.” yelled the captain.
“fine SIR! I’ll shut up SIR! but only because I can’t swim with one arm SIR!” said insanellama.
“Good little passenger,” said the Captain, talking down to Insanellama. Insanellama reached up just in time to block Rapidash from blowing flame in the man’s face.
“Calm down, calm down,” said Insanellama, his tone turning to friendly the instant he began talking to rapidash. “You’re lucky I stopped it, it was almost as mad as I was about the insult you said earlier,” said Insanellama, coolly, avoiding yelling. The captain left the room. The others walked back down stairs, to let Insanellama be alone with himself to think.
To Be Continued…
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