The Sane Pyscho

(0) I escaped. Finally, I had rescued my self from that concealed hell! Those people, they dont know me. They just say I am crazy 'cause I'm different. And whenever I try to tell them there wrong, they take a needle and boom! before I know it I am in a straightjacket in one big pillow room. My power... it drives them insane... but why... I'm no different... Wait! I forgot ... her... how stupid! How Ironic? I'm running back to the living hell! (A non y mus?, Young Adult, 11/13/2002 6:51:59 PM, The_Sane_Pyscho)

(1) Eric put his hands in his head in his hands.God was he tired.he would just sleep right here beside the thames and get up in a few minutes.then he would continue running for his life.But when he woke up,it was down and to see a dozen pairs of feet standing around him while there leader bemt over him and poked him with a stick.Eric scowled at him/her.He could not tell which becouse they were covered in so much dirt.When they saw he was awake they abadoned the stick,kicked him into the shallow part of the river.And intoduced themselves as Londons finest group of Con Men.One of them stepped forward,extended a hand and said,"I'm Mora.I suggest you get otof ther before you catch a chill," She gave him a once over,from the tip of his still scowlling head to the bottom of his soaked britches."We wouldn't want u to die on us see.We're in a bit of a jam...and u might be just the man we need.Quick question though, before the cops catch up.Are u afraid of heights,can you swim,and can u act?" Eric fumed at her.Why the nerve.He opened his mouth to tell her to do something very rude,when she pulled out a wicked looking blade still all smiles."I suggest you answer those questions correctly,we don't have all day.And by the look of u if we decide to make one of the two decesions we have in mind neither will u.Understand" Eric understood,turn him in or kill him.He smiled."Why i'd be thrilled to help u.What do u have in mind." He extended his hand,"But first could you help me out,i think i might be catching a chill." The girl smirked and helped him out of the water.One of the men walked up to him and threw an arm around his shoulders."How do you feel about wearing a dress?" he asked as if they had been freinds for the longest time. (Morgain, Age 13 to 18, 5/14/2003 8:19:02 PM, The_Sane_Pyscho)

(2) A dress? Eric was horrified. A dress could mean anything, from a cute little tutu to a evening gown. "What kind of dress?" he asked suspiciously. "You'll see." the woman said with a smile spreading across her face. They approached an abandoned library. They walked in casually. At the first stairway, the man said,"Skip one step. Then go on the next. Skip the next two steps,, then you can go on top of the next. Then you skip one step again." "What's this, some kind of code?" "Obviously" The woman replied, not taking her eyes from the stairs. "What will happen if you stand on the wrong step?" Eric asked curiously. "Beleive me, you do not want to know." The man said. They came to a landing. Eric started to head up the next set of stairs, but the woman stopped him. "Don't." she said. "Why?" "Shutup!!" the man hissed. "We'll explain later. Just don't make a sound."the woman said. Instead of going up the stairs, they climbed up on a large shelf and then stepped onto the second floor. "So why coldn't I speak?" Eric asked. "We built this so that if you spoke, the echos of your voice would open up the landing, into a large maze with several of our..." he paused. "Experiments." He said loudly and clearly. A large box was let down on a rope, a sort of hand made elevator. They all climbed in and then the elevator raised up, three floors. All of a sudden, they landed in a hallway flooded with light, where the team led him to a large walk-in closet. "This is the dress we had in mind." The woman said holding it up. To his horror, he saw a poofy wedding gown. (friend of ahen, Age 8 to 12, 7/16/2003 9:11:10 AM, The_Sane_Pyscho)

(3) cut down on the gushy stuff!! This story is to romantic isn't it suppose to deal with a phsycho!!!!!!!!!! (50 cent, Age 13 to 18, 7/26/2003 8:20:04 PM, The_Sane_Pyscho)

(4) Your our leading expert on the subject,so stop conplaining and write something.If u won't then shut up and leave (Brigid, Age 13 to 18, 7/27/2003 4:11:58 PM, The_Sane_Pyscho)

(5) The poofy wedding gown is supposed to be a disguse Smartness cousin. (Sorry Brigid, he has a habit of doing things like that. Please go on writing in Complications) On with the story!! (sophian, Age 8 to 12, 7/28/2003 10:11:19 AM, The_Sane_Pyscho)

(6) (smiles) sure sophian (Brigid, Age 8 to 12, 7/28/2003 5:01:58 PM, The_Sane_Pyscho)

(7) "That! Why that dress!!" Rob asked. "Because you need to do a mission for us." "Why? Why me?? Why not" he gestured toward the man. "him??" "Because, if you haven't noticed, you are completely under our power. Because, even if we do allow you to join us, you are the lowest rank. Because, if we find we have no use for you, we'll either throw you inn the river or turn you in. Convinced??" "But really, if this was a top-secret mission, then why not use one of your top men??" "Because," she sighed deeply. "Okay. Once, during a-well, mission, we were caught. And then, just before they were going to lock us up, they put a permanent tracer in our wrists, that would show where we were. Only in certain areas that they do not work. But luckily, we got away." "How??" Eric was in awe. No one had ever gotten away from the Merminion Prison before. "So, what do I have to do in the prison in a bridal gown?" "Retrieving your curlers because otherwise you are going to be so so late for your big day." "Curlers???" Rob was even more horrified than when he saw the dress. "Do I have to set off a bomb, actually curl my hair, and/or actually get married, and resuce someone by any chance?" "Well, no need to get married, but you will retrieve your curlers, set off a bomb that will distract the guards, and then set one of our agents free." "Great. And what is this "agent's" name??" "Well, she is my identical twin named Marissa. But that won't help you. What you should look for is red markings on the bars of her cell. Oh yeah, and there are a couple of Mermillions around. Sometimes some 24hour surveilence cameras." "Guard dogs??" "No, those are out of fashion. Tigers maybe. Now," the woman said with a sweet smile. "Get dressed, you don't want to miss your big day do you." After he dissapeared inside the closet, she and the man had a private conversation. "Do you really think that we could trust him??" "John, he has no reason to betray us. The thing I'm worried about is that he is going to trip over all of those frills and mess the whole scheme up." "Has no reason to hate us. Karina, come to your senses! We threatened to drown him, we ordered him to get dressed in that repulsive gown," at this Karina grinned. "I had to do something longsleeved and stupid otherwise he would get discovered." "But anyway, we let him into a secret operation and you don't think that he might let something slip? Maybe for a little-price?" "What do you mean?" Karina asked."Money, a position in Council, Freedom, Pardon. Any man who did not take the Oath can not be trusted. Any man will fall if the price is right. How can we trust him?" "Well, it's Marissa's only chance." Karina said as she walked away. (sophian, Age 8 to 12, 8/1/2003 9:47:48 AM, The_Sane_Pyscho)

(8) Can someone write something? Please? (sophian, Age 8 to 12, 8/18/2003 2:38:00 PM, The_Sane_Pyscho)

(9) nice (Selina, Age 8 to 12, 9/18/2003 7:52:00 PM, The_Sane_Pyscho)

(10) Karina sniffed.It didn't matter.She was alright.It did not affect her in any way that everyone seemed to be loosing hope.But the sharp pain that throbed behind her eyes and the way her tummy knotted and twisted untill she feared she were bleedind inside told her different.Her head bowed and her shoulders slumped.God she was so tired.So very tired.Sometimes she wished she could curl up in a tight ball.Cry and cry untill her tears were all used up and she cried blood instead.She had seen someone cry in blood.She had seen his heart ripped from his chest still pumping,and those men bathing in the shower of his blood.She had seen...she rubbed a hand over her eyes,her whole body shook with the need not to scream.Best not to think about that.Best not to think about it at all.Her brow furrowed.She would not let it happen again.Her shoulders straitened and her eyes narrowed dangerously.She would save what was hers.With a snarl she tossed her head and thought,i won't run this time.Nothing is going to stop me.A picture of Eric flashed in her mind.A muscle near her lip started to jerk. "I'll make sure of that" (Brigid & Morgain, Age 13 to 18, 11/13/2003 6:34:29 PM, The_Sane_Pyscho)

(11) "Ouch!" Rob exclaimed, tripping on his spiked heels. "Why me? Why?" he asked God. "Yes, I know, life is so cruel to you." Karina said, coming in and smiling slightly at the sight of him in a wedding gown. She shook herself. You can't take this easy. Remember what happened the last time. No. She wouldn't think of that. Think of Marissa. Think of sucess. Don't think of Eric, and him dying, and those horrible Merminions killing him. Her hand flew to her wrist, where a scar was to show where the Tracer had been placed. That was the only mark that had been placed visibly on her that night. She would not think of failure. She would not think of anything that dared to get in the way of Marissa's rescue. (sophian, Age 8 to 12, 12/29/2003 1:30:25 PM, The_Sane_Pyscho)

(12) An Entry from the Logbook: I can not beleive the Karina is this crazy, to send an untrained man out, expecially one that can betray us so quickly. Even though it is for a valued member of our team, not to mention our sister, it is too risky. Last time, WITH a trained officer Eric, he died. Died. What am I saying??? You can't DIE here. We hardly even LIVE here. These Lords and their Merminnions and us, constantly being hunted down. (sophian, Age 8 to 12, 1/17/2004 8:02:57 AM, The_Sane_Pyscho)