*previously, on Farnia: The Lost Holly's...*
“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.
***
"Suck dick..." MORGON says under her breath, gazing at the limp form of a werewolf under NiKewl's gun.
"Pretty BADASS, huh?" NiKewl states cockily. She wipes some splattered blood of her face then uses her dark sleeve to clean the RBG.
"Yah... I guess. But your face is still... um, red." MORGON bursts into a fit of laughter, then realizes she's still in the stadium and stops herself. She needs to focus. There are still three zombies and the mysterious missing fifth player.
"IT IS?!" shouts NiKewl, touching her face. She gags when her hands come back all white and slimy. "Fucking jizz..." O_O Nikewl wipes her face until it's generally clean and then searches the site for Emalay.
Oh wait!
The last time NiKewl saw her Emalay was practically drowning in her own pool of blood. But that can wait. NO. IT CAN'T.
"We gotta go get Emalay! She's in trouble-"
"WHAT?" MORGON spits.
"I saw her, while I was killing the werewolf. She was down! Blondie could've killed her by now!"
NiKewl and MORGON frantically look around for Emalay, who should've been lying in the dirt.
But she wasn't.
***
Meanwhile...
Emalay opens her eyes and squints as a harsh light beams into her pupils. It's the sun. The rain has finally stopped pounding and the sun's light burns Emalay's face. Wait- that's not light.
"Hello." comes a male voice to Emalay's left side. This is when Emalay finally notices she is laying down on a hard, cold table. Her wrists and ankles are captured by leather restraints.
"Where am I?" Emalay's throat is dry, and cracks twice as she says her sentence.
"Holly, we're in the Tisnerp 5000. Preparing for take-off."
Emalay's eyes search frantically for the faceless voice.
"I'm no Holly." Emalay makes a move to wipe her eyes but the leather restraints stop her. "I am Emalay. Member of the Tourette's Forever Fan Club and co-leader of the Siemen's Advanced Force!" Emalay takes a few breaths, calms down, and continues. "Why did you tie me up?"
"We have a long way to go. I can't have you hurting yourself- trying to escape."
"Who are you...?" Emalay stares into the bright light. Not the sun. An artificial light. Emalay is no longer in the stadium fighting along her fellow Tourettei's. She's being held hostage in some strange ship. Going who knows where.
"My name is Jeremy."
***
"Where the hell is she?!" MORGON shouts as she fends off a Rough Rider zombie with the heel of her boot. "Where could Emalay have gone?!"
"I DON'T KNOW." NiKewl growls and shoots another Rough Rider in the head. Two to go.
"I just can't believe..." MORGON swiftly karate chops her zombie foe's head in half. One to go. "That she would just..." MORGON wipes zombie brain muck off her hand and onto her shirt to rid of the nastaaaaay gray matter. "Get up and leave." MORGON finishes.
"Where's that Blondie... she's the only one left..." NiKewl says, and scratches her scalp in concentration.
NiKewl searches for Blondie and smirks when she finds her cowering in the corner of the stadium. The crowd is going wild. Far shouts coming from the Lincoln side of the stands.
"FINISH HER!"
"COMMON, DOOO ITT!"
"Um, more pineapples, please! Pineapples, over here!" A Hawaiian waves her hand to grab the attention of a boy named Parker who's selling fresh pineapples.
"KILL 'ER!"
MORGON and NiKewl give eachother knowing looks.
"It's Emalay's kill though..." MORGON says, staring at Blondie who's covering her face with her hands.
"True. But how else will we win and get out of here to find Emalay...?" NiKewl says.
"There's no other way. She'll understand."
"No, she won't. Blondie is Emalay's kill, period." NiKewl crosses her arms.
"That only leaves one other option." MORGON twirls her acid squirt gun on her index finger.
NiKewl gives MORGON a quizzing look. "What can we do?"
MORGON takes a deep, steadying breath...
"We gotta break out of this arena."
***
"Jeremy?"
"Yah." Jeremy finally eclipses the light and shows his somewhat familiar face, standing over Emalay, raising an eyebrow in question.
"You have to tell me where we're going. Who you are. Who do you work for?"
Jeremy gives a hearty laugh. "I work for no one, young Siemen."
"Where are we going?" Emalay stares at Jeremy. She notices what he's wearing. Roosevelt Rough Riders colors -gold and marroon. "YOU'RE A ROUGH RIDER!"
"Calm down!" Jeremy tightens the restraints around Emalay's wrists. "Simmer. Simmer! I am no Rough Rider."
Emalay traps a deep breath of air in her lungs and holds it, trying to calm herself. If he's lying, then Emalay is being held hostage and transported to some torture facility or some scientific Holly testing. But, if he's not lying, who knows what's going on?
"Who are you?"
"I told you, my name is Jeremy."
"I'd like to know where we're going."
"All in good time." Jeremy walks out of the bright room, closing the door behind him. Emalay hears a slight click as he locks the door from the outside.
Emalay rests her head on the cold metal table, and thinks. She knows she's due for another anti-Holly pill in a matter of moments. How long can she keep herself together before she Hollyfies?
***
MORGON stolls over to Blondie and watches as she cowers in fear once again.
Oh God, Rough Riders are so pathetic.... MORGON thinks to herself. It's only when Blondie looks up from her hands and gives a her a split-second, evil glare that MORGON realizes she spoke her thoughts aloud.
"If you don't want to die, you'll tell us what happened to Emalay." MORGON hisses at the blonde, pointing her acid gun in her direction. Blondie screams and covers her already-blinded eyes from MORGON'S deadly gun.
"PLEASE! PLEASE, NOT AGAIN!"
"YOU'LL TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!" MORGON cocks the muzzle of the gun to Blondie's head. She flinches, and then speaks.
"I don't- I don't know anything...!"
"THE FUCK YOU DON'T!" MORGON shouts at the top of her lungs. "TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!"
Blondie screams.
"The fifth one!" Blondie suddenly gasps out. "It was him! He took her! He's our strongest player."
"Thank you." MORGON drops her gun and swivels to meet Nikewl in the middle of the stadium, examining the bodies. The crowd is severely pissed off. They expected a kill, and they got a retreat.
"In about ten minutes, that bell up there is going to ring and then The Game officials will come to usher us out and remove the bodies." NiKewl says as MORGON comes to a stop at her side.
"We need anti-Holly pills. Very soon."
"Yes, I know..." NiKewl says, resting a finger on her lip, thinking. "It's so hard to tell exactly when we need to take our anti-Holly pills. Without Emalay's watch to tell us the time..."
"We're doomed." MORGON states.
"I think that's the understatement of the century." NiKewl purses her lips and casts a glance over to MORGON, incredulous. (oh yah, I used a vocab word. suck it.)
"You're right. We're severly fucked."
***
END OF PART III
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