FARNIA: THE LOST HOLLY'S: PART II

**Previously, on Farnia: The Lost Holly’s…**

NiKewl, Emalay, and MORGON, members of the Tourette’s Forever Fan Club and the Siemen Advanced Force- were last seen inside The Game stadium, awaiting an intense battle against their rivals at Roosevelt High Skewl...



“I can’t go in that stadium!” NiKewl said, anxiously clutching her Really Big Gun, (RBG) to her chest.

“You can, and you will.” Emalay answered, pointing her elegant metal crossbow (complete with poison-dipped arrows) in her face. “We have no choice. We got here last, so we must play.”

“THIS IS PRACTICALLY TISNERPISH!” yells MORGON, twirling her squirt gun (filled with acid, of course) on her index finger. “We’re in the Siemen Advanced Force. This is COMPLETE FOLLY!”

“Whatever. Let’s just get this over with…” NiKewl paces toward the light at the end of the long, stadium tunnel: the entrance. MORGON and Emalay allow her a few meters head start before jogging after her, weapons in tow.

“This is dangerous.” Emalay cups her hand and whispers into MORGON’s ear. “We’re due for another anti-holly pill in-“ she checks her puke-green-and-yellow dinosaur watch, which is set to beep 5 minutes before she and her fellow Tourettei’s must take their anti-holly pills. “About 69 minutes… what if The Game lasts longer than that…?”

“I wouldn’t think about it, if I were you.” MORGON mumbles, casting NiKewl a wary glance. “You might set NiKewl off. Plus, all we need to think about is the enemy.”

“Enemy?” Emalay asks.

“Yes- Roosevelt.” MORGON sighs. “They’re the second toughest school, next to us…”

“Oh- really? What type?”

“Roosevelt is made up of mostly zombies, with the occasional werewolf, here-and-there.”

“Got it.”

“ARE YOU TWO DONE WITH THE LET’S-TALK-ABOUT-STUFF-THAT’S-NOT-IMPORTANT-AND-BE SISSIES-WHILE-NIKEWL-DOES-ALL-THE-WORK DINNER SPEECH OR ARE YOU GOING TO GET YOUR ARSES OVER HERE?!”

“Coming!” say MORGON and Emalay in unison, rushing to catch up with NiKewl.

“I’m ready for this.” Emalay says, hoisting the crossbow on a shoulder. “I may have gone to Roosevelt once, but I’m ready for the kill-no strings attached.”

“I’m very proud of you.” NiKewl pats Emalay on the back. “Stay strong. We will defeat them.”

“Easy as pie.” MORGON offers.

Then, The Tourettei’s use a hand to protect their faces from the harsh sunshine as they enter the open ground of the stadium fight site. What they see amazes all three of them. The stadium seems impossibly more massive since the last time they laid their eyes upon it. With the force of thousands of students crowding the seats around the fight site, The Tourettei’s raise their weapons in fear.

“So many have shown up!” NiKewl gasps, looking at on the on-lookers who are pounding their fists and throwing popcorn at each other childishly.

“This must be the biggest turn out in Games history…” Emalay mutters under her breath, aghast.

“-Look!” MORGON points to the opposite side of the stadium, where five Roosevelt players stretch on the wet, muddy field, preparing for the battle. “They outnumber us, -there’s five of them- but our weapons are better… we have a good chance of winning.”

“We’re going to win. There’s no way we’re –the Siemen Advanced Force- can lose to a bunch of mangy Rough Riders-!” Emalay fist pumps the air.

“LET’S GO!” NiKewl shouts, hoisting her RBG with both hands to point at the enemy line.

All of a sudden, a loud buzzer goes off and the crowd turns wild. The Games have begun.

The Rough Riders break away from their casual stretching and charge through the pouring rain to pick up their weapons. There’s a blonde, obviously a zombie, clamoring up from the ground with a small laser gun in her right hand. The fear in her eyes is palpable as her gaze rests on The Tourettei’s more advanced weapons with a vengeance. The second Rough Rider, clearly a huge and deadly werewolf, finishes sharping his long claws with a file and braces for the fight. The third, another zombie, raises a sword, the forth, another zombie, tenses her muscles, she has no weapon at all.

“Where did the fifth one go…?” Emalay squints into the stormy sky, confused over the unexpected missing member.

“Who knows?” MORGON says.

“Or cares.” NiKewl concludes, pointing her RBG at the blonde, index finger caressing the trigger.

“Don’t-!” Emalay places a hand over NiKewl’s gun. “I know her… she’s mine.”

NiKewl slowly nods her head in agreement and points her RBG at the werewolf, who’s the strongest and biggest target.

There are a few annoyed shouts from the on-looking crowd. “GET ON WITH IT!” “You’re wasting time…?!”

A Hawaiian named Akela quickly raises her hand to grab the attention from a skinny kid named Parker who’s selling fresh pineapples. “Over here! I’ll buy one! I… need them.”

The Tourettei’s ignore the crowd’s jabs and slowly, so slowly, walk in synchronization to the middle line, waiting for the Rough Riders to do the same. With an evil look upon their faces, the Rough Riders jog up to the line, glaring at the Tourettei’s and hissing menacingly.

A second buzzer goes off, signaling the fight to ensue-

Blondie immediately points and shoots her laser gun at Emalay, missing her head by a hair’s breadth as Emalay ducks out of the way.

“Hey!” MORGON yells in anger, squirting Blondie with a dash of acid liquid. The blonde swings her arms around, wildly clawing at her own friends as she tries to fight the burn in her eyes. The rest of the Rough Riders stand watching, mouths agape, as their fellow team mate blindingly claws at her face in pain-

The Siemen’s Advanced Force takes immediate action of the other team’s distraction. MORGON pounces on the two remaining zombies; squirts violently with her gun to disperse the life-ending liquid. NiKewl clips the werewolf in the shoulder with her RBG, whooping with delight.

“Blondie’s not dead… yet…” MORGON growls under her breath, her finger on her acid gun’s trigger.

“Stop!” Emalay jumps in the line of fire, arms raised, “I told you- she’s my kill!”

Understanding, MORGON nods curtly and starts squirting the remaining zombies in their most vulnerable places: the ankles, stomach, neck, and face.

“I’d like to see you walk a mile, in MY-“ NiKewl screams at the werewolf before he swipes her sideways with a sharp, massive claw, roaring as loud as Shirlena when she’s mad at Danny.

“HEY! Get away from her!” MORGON shouts and breaks free of a zombie’s strangle on her neck. She forcefully starts squirting her gun in the werewolf’s knees, attempting to bring him to his feet-

“DAMN!” MORGON says, as she watches the werewolf continue to pound NiKewl with his mighty penis slap… “My acid is having no effect! His fur is too thick… and the rain is lessening the force of my blasts…!”

“Make… him… stop!” NiKewl says, barely getting up from the ground before the werewolf slaps her down again… “This is so degrading!”



Meanwhile….

Emalay stares into the eyes of her enemy: Blondie. Emalay clutches her crossbow with bloody knuckles as Blondie glares daggers at her, toying with the laser gun at her side.

“WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE?!” Blondie suddenly outbursts, her blue eyes glowing in her deathly, crumbling zombie features. “You were happy being a Rough Rider, weren’t you? We could have been the greatest team ever! The best!”

“I was never happy at Roosevelt, and neither are you… accept it!” Emalay shouts across the field. She wipes sweat and rain droplets from her forehead, struggling to see- the rain is pounding down so hard she can barely make out Blondie’s dark silhouette against the stadium walls…

Blondie gasps and raises her gun, threatening Emalay with its deadly force. “If you believe you are no longer a Rough Rider… then you truly are… MY ENEMY!” Blondie shoots out a beam of red laser power just as Emalay releases a long, poisoned arrow at Blondie. Blondie cries out in pain as the poisoned arrow gauges her in the right shoulder. Blondie, already blinded from MORGON’S acid, does not fire clearly and misses her target, only clipping Emalay’s neck, instead of blowing through her neck altogether… but still, warm blood oozes from the wound in Emalay’s neck… she’s losing consciousness…

A few minutes later….


Slap… slap… slap….

“HOW’S HE STILL GOIN’?” MORGON curses, and bashes the werewolf’s head with the butt of her gun. “It’s like I’ve barely even touched him at all! He’s not going down!” MORGON punches the werewolf’s face repeatedly, but he doesn’t even flinch.

“I can’t take this… ANYMORE!” NiKewl hastily kicks up from the ground and is now in a crouch, staring at the werewolf straight in his… well… 

The werewolf, momentarily distracted, ceases his slaps and stares at NiKewl, deep into her eyes. NiKewl, her face red from the beating, transforms into a smile as she kicks out her leg and violently brings the werewolf to the ground. Dazed, the werewolf gapes into NiKewl’s face as she delivers the final blow to his head with her RBG.


BAM!

The lurid sound of NiKewl’s kill shot brings all the player’s attention to NiKewl. She stares each and every one of the Rough Riders in the eyes and silently tells them that they better prepare for hell. And how could they not believe her? NiKewl had just killed their strongest player…

Right?
Wrong.

NiKewl, finally recovering from her victory, notices Emalay, surrounded in her own blood and laying limp on the ground.



Back to Emalay….



Emalay’s vision grows dark as she releases the crossbow from her hands and crumples to the ground, clutching her bleeding neck. She gasps for breath and shivers as she hears Blondie’s menacing –if not insane- titter of victory. Blondie clenches the poisoned arrow in her shoulder and rips it out, losing her entire ruined arm in the process.

“Oh, well,” Blondie sighs, staring at her dead appendage on the muddy ground. “I only need one arm to kill you, and I’m left-handed!” She chuckles darkly and raises her laser gun for the kill shot.

Emalay, sensing her doom, raises a hand to protect her face, accepting the end.

“Goodbye… Emily.” Blondie fires her gun, and Emalay’s world finally goes dark.






END OF PART II