A Freakalicious Time, Ch. 11

Hey everyone, how’s it going?  So, last chapter was interesting, I got some mixed reviews in it.  Nothing bad, trust me, NOTHING was bad, lol.  Just some more comments on what was happening than usual.  Let’s see if I can answer them, lol.
Demonic – Trust me, you DON’T envy her.  No one can lose weight like that without either purposely working it off or having something wrong with them.  If I say more then I give stuff away.
Lillith – Yeah, I watched that episode that night too right after I posted the chapter, and realized my mistake ^^’ oh well, no harm done.  Freak does refer to it many times as ‘the virtual world’. I only take it to Fanboy’s level when it involves Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings.  OH! Did you know they are currently filming The Hobbit in New Zealand right now? *fan girl squeal*
Candy – My thoughts exactly XD Poor Freak better keep his wits about him, lol.
Chocolate – Yay, your back! Nope, nope, all white.  I have this thing about white tuxes ^_^ Ah, who can resist a graphic window? Kind of like the hacks you can type into Pokémon cartridges, lol.
Entity – She took his head off to instill fear in him.  It would mess up his game, lol.  I mean, if someone took your character’s head off, wouldn’t it kind of throw off your game a little?
Okay, so I know it is many many chapters away, but I am seriously considering whether or not to do something drastic in the second-to-last chapter of this story.  Drastic as in, when that chapter comes, I will need to change the rating on this story. Thoughts on it? I’ll leave your minds to wander on what exactly it is that I’m planning for now, but I would still like your guy’s input on it.  Think perversely.
Disclaimer – If I owned Freakazoid, Dexter would have had way more screen time, and the Lawn Gnomes would have had more mini-sodes, as well as the Huntsman and Lord Bravery.  Since that did not happen, it’s obvious I don’t own it.  I don’t own anything else in here either =/

.:My room is filled with spiders… and I have arachnophobia >.< They are stopping me from getting into my jewelry box:.

By this point in the game, Freakazoid had only one life left, and Onyx still had all three.  He was a little disturbed at having Portho’s head ripped off as a way to lose one of his lives, and Onyx’s creepy recitals were helping matters none.

“Okay Freak, gotta think here.  I’m in a dire situation and need to find a way to beat Onyx.”

“She’s toying with you Freak, messing with your mind with those little poems.” Dexter told him.  “Fear is a better weapon than any gun, if instilled early enough.”

“I don’t get it, what do you mean?”

“Remember in Return of the King, how the orcs were catapulting the heads of men into Minas Tirith?”

“Yeah?”

“It scared the soldiers and many of them abandoned their posts.”

“Oh, I see now.  Okay, I get it.  So, like when a kid is afraid of getting hit with the baseball, it makes it harder for them to catch it?”

“Yeah, like that.”

“Gotcha.”

With that in mind, Freakazoid set out a little more confidently, looking for the blue form of Mel.

He finally found her, when the pterodactyl gave her position away by swooping down towards her.  Onyx took her eyes off of Portho just long enough to avoid the dino, but that was long enough for Freakazoid.  Aiming a shot, Mel crumbled to tiny pieces.  End life one for Onyx.

Whooping for joy, poor Freak lost sight of the dino.  He realized his mistake though as soon as his character was lifted high into the sky of the virtual world, before being dropped to plummet down to the ground and break apart.  End life three for Freakazoid.

“Oh the irony…” Freakazoid muttered to himself as the two disconnected from their helmets.  Onyx laughed, all creepiness gone.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, it’s just a game.” She told him, stepping out of the little platform.

“But why did you take off Portho’s head?  That’s just barbaric!”

“I did it to scare you.  Mess with your mind.  Make you lose.” She replied.

“Help!” came a random cry from the distance.  Freakazoid looked in the direction it came from.

“Well, I’ll see you later then, gotta run!” he told her, before zapping off in a white lightning bolt.  Onyx just stood there, shaking her head and smiling.  What a crazy person.  Sitting down at the snack area again, she thought over everything that had gone on.  Well, she had done right in not being a villain, and if the Lobe asked how her day went, she could twist things a little by saying that she scared the crap out of Freakazoid by exploiting a bug in a video game, and tricking him into paying for her ticket to a movie she wanted to see.  Not much more is expected of apprentices anyways.

Sighing to herself, she looked at her watch. “When’s Dexter going to get here?” she thought to herself.  She got up and went to wander through the mall. “Well, might as well go through the stores that a boy wouldn’t be caught dead in…” she thought, eyeing a bridal boutique.  She needed to find a prom dress.

.:I just had this momentary obsession with Darkheart from the second Care Bears movie O_o:.

Freakazoid checked his watch, one eye on the crook that was being put in a police car.  Stupid purse snatchers, so many of them needed to be stabbed in the eye with a hot French fry.  At least it gave him a chance to run off though; Onyx was expecting Dexter to show up soon.

So, after being sure that the cop car took off the crook, he zipped to the bathroom and changed back into Dexter.

“I get so little time out now-a-days.” Freak commented as Dexter headed back up to the second floor of the mall.

“I’ll see what I can do this week.  But hey, you get to take Onyx to that movie tonight! I’m almost jealous, ha-ha.”

“True, there is that.  Hey, do you think I should wear something other than this body suit all the time?”

“Don’t see why not.  That thing is probably due for the washer anyways.”

“But what would I wear anyways? It’s not like I’m taking her on a date or anything.”

“Well, technically you are.  You asked her to the movies later tonight, she accepted.  As for clothing, we’ll figure that out later.  You left her over by the games, right?”

“Yeah.  She’s probably wandered elsewhere though.”

About that time, Dexter was passing the store that Onyx was in.  Seeing him from the window, Onyx ran out to wave him back.

“Dexter, back here!”

“Hey, get back in here with that dress!”

“Oh, sorry miss, ha-ha.” Onyx ran back into the store just as Dexter was turning, so all he caught was a flash of the end of a ribbon and some tulle.  When Onyx came back out, she was wearing her normal dark green cargo pants and black t-shirt with neon-rainbow colored Snoopy and Woodstock listening to music.  She was also carrying a bag.

“Ooh, what did you get?” Dexter asked, leaning forward to peek in the bag.  Onyx jumped back and held it behind her back though, blocking his view.

“Nope, you can’t see it yet.  Besides, I need to make some modifications to it.” She replied.  Dexter raised an eyebrow.

“If it’s not the way you wanted it, then why did you buy it?” he asked, not quite understanding.

“Well, the idea I have of what I want to wear is in my head, not on the racks.  So, I buy something cheap that is similar in color and partial style to what I want, then I add things and get rid of other things, and after all the other complicated things that guys don’t usually care about very much are done, then the outfit is complete.” If they were able to turn into chibis, Onyx would be the clueless girl with too much confidence, and Dexter would be the clueless guy with a sweat drop to the side of his head.

Dexter put up his hands and looked away.  “Okay, I get it, you don’t want anyone knowing what you’re doing until it’s done.” He said, and Onyx just nodded before grabbing a wrist and dragging him towards the Blockbusters.

“C’mon, let’s rent some old movies and cartoons.  Wanna watch movies all day?” she asked, not really waiting for an answer as she dragged him down a few movie aisles.  Dexter just rolled his eyes for a moment, before smiling sheepishly when she said “Hey, I saw that!”

About fifteen minutes later they came out, Dexter holding a bag filled with VCR tapes and DVDs of old cartoons, sci-fi mini-series and Tim Burton movies.  They had stayed as far away as they could from the chick flicks.  They were heading towards the doors of the mall itself when the laughing reached their ears.  Onyx slowed down and looked in the direction of the jeering.

A person, appearing their age, was by the mall fountain with his head in his hands as some other teens pushed him around between them, laughing, jeering, calling him things Onyx and Dexter didn’t want to even think of repeating.  The teen appeared to be in pain, stumbling as he tried to get away from the others, and his arm covered in bruises.  He looked up briefly and locked eyes with Onyx, pleading with them.

Onyx looked around to see if anyone else had seen what was happening.  They all appeared to be ignoring the scene though, and Dexter could tell that just seeing that pissed her off, she started shaking slightly.

“Onyx…” he started to ask, hoping she didn’t do anything rash.  Freakazoid wanted out to deal with this.  Onyx flashed him a look before dropping her purse and dress bag right where they were on the floor and started forward at a fast walk.  The teens pushing the guy around didn’t notice her until it was too late.

“You yellow-bellied, over-bearing, pushy, jeering, preppy pieces of crap!” she yelled at them, punching the one who last pushed the poor teen before they noticed her.  The guy fell back a few steps with his hand on his face.

“I resent that remark” he gasped out.

“No, you resemble it.” She spat back, whirling around to glare at the rest of the group.  He was going to have a black eye in a few hours, Onyx was certain of that.  The others backed off a step or two, making “Oooh,” sounds, much like students do when someone gets called to the principal’s office.

“Seems we have a little heroin among us.  Whatcha gunna do girl, this thing here doesn’t deserve your help.” One guy said, motioning to the guy that had now sunk to his knees with his arms covering his face.

“Yes he does.  And I’ll tell you what I’m going to do about it.  I’m going to kick your wimpy little white asses unless you leave, and don’t think that I can’t.” Onyx hissed at him.  Now that she had intervened, passers-by were starting to take notice, and the group realized this.

“Oh, we believe you, a little girl could totally takes us all on.” the one who appeared to be the leader said, raising his hands up to show he didn’t have any weapons. “But we don’t need to cause a scene here.  Take this gay piece of crap if you want, we’ll be on our way.” With a snap of his fingers, the others followed him as they left.  Once Onyx was sure they were gone, she stooped down next to the guy.  Dexter had picked up her bag and purse and came forward too.

“Hey, you okay?” Onyx asked the teen.  He looked up a little fearfully at her and Dexter before putting his arms down.  Onyx and Dex were horrified to see them covered in bruises and cuts, old and new.

“I can’t even go to the mall without being some kind of victim.” He said.  His voice though was very girlish, too high to be a boy’s voice.  His face also looked like a girl’s face, even his figure did as he sat up on the edge of the fountain.  His hair was a bright blonde, almost platinum blonde, and gelled in short spikes, and he had purple eyes.  Onyx and Dexter where not sure now if the teen was a boy or a girl.  “I’ll be fine I guess.” He finally said.

“Why were they attacking you?” Dexter asked, as he and Onyx sat on either side of the poor teen.  “I’m Dexter, by the way.  This is Onyx.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Dmitri.” He replied, smiling a little at the two.  He seemed very insecure, Onyx noticed, the way he held himself as he sat, head down and arms crossed, slightly hunched over.  “They do that all the time, because they don’t believe me.” He finally said.  

“Okay… how did these happen?” Onyx gestured to his arms mottled with wounds.  Dmitri looked at the floor.  Onyx frowned.  Dmitri didn’t seem to be all too willing to tell much.  She shared a look with Dex, then reached down and grabbed her stuff and stood up again, offering her hand to the teen.

“Like old cartoons and movies?” she asked.  He looked up, still worried, but a little light back in his eyes.

.ooh, a new character! Who is this mysterious ‘Dmitri’, I wonder?:.

Once they reached Onyx’s house and started watching movies, Dmitri turned out to be a pretty fun person to be around.  You just had to get him to open up a little bit.  He was a senior in high school, like them, and the reason he didn’t go to any of the surrounding high schools was because he was homeschooled, and had only been in D.C for about a year.

“Oh, so you’re a newbie here, like me.” Onyx said.  They had paused in the middle of one of the cartoons to pop some more popcorn and get some ice cream scooped out.

“Sort of, I have visited before because my grandparents live here, so I had a pretty good idea of where everything was before we moved.” He replied, plopping down on the couch with a bowl of chocolate chip mint ice cream.

“Dang, I’m still the newbie then.” Onyx joked.  She picked up her sketchbook and a few choice colored pencils, and started the cartoon again once Dex was sitting.  He looked over at what she was drawing, before he raised an eyebrow.

“Really? Did you just draw him in an anime style?” Dexter asked, piquing Dmitri’s interest to come see what was on the paper.  Onyx grinned.

“Yes, I did.  And I kind of mixed the movie and cartoon version of him in it.  He’s skinny with wild hair like in the movie, but has the purple shirt and doesn’t have mold in his hair, like the cartoon.”

“Sweet.”

“I know, right?  I want to draw him with that crazy laugh some time.”

“I don’t see how that’s possible; he’s very active while he laughs like that.”

“True.  I would seriously kiss anybody who could laugh like that though, his laugh is epic.”

“I know of a lot of people that would do that, ha-ha!”

And so it went on, passing time in front of the TV.  Dmitri was a cool, but Onyx was still wondering about him.  Everything about him was just a little off.

When it was about 8:30, Dexter stood up and stretched.  They had watched one of the mini-series, two of the movies, and many of the cartoon episodes with a dinner of chocolate, popcorn, ice cream and soda.  Taylor and Clera had gone out to a friend’s house for the evening, trusting the teens to their own devices, and had said they wouldn’t be back until midnight most likely.

“Well guys, I had fun and all, but I have something I have to get ready for back home.  Want me to leave the movies here, Onyx?”

“Aww, you’re leaving? Okay then.” Onyx put her sketchbook down, the picture finished and colored.  “Yeah, if you want to, you can leave them here.”

“Ugh, I’m probably going to be sick tomorrow.” Dmitri said, stretching as well.

“Me too probably.  So much junk food today, I’ll probably be spending the second half of the night sleeping in the bathroom.”

“Hopefully none of us will be feeling too bad tomorrow, we still have a bunch of videos to watch!” Dexter said, grabbing his coat and standing by the door.  Dmitri seemed startled for a moment.

“So, you want me to come back tomorrow?” he asked.

“Of course we would!  Why wouldn’t we want you to?” Onyx called as she threw out the empty ice cream bucket in the other room.  She lowered her voice back to normal when she came back into the room.  “You haven’t given us a reason yet not to trust you, and like Dexter said, we still have a bunch of movies to watch.  You should come back tomorrow, hang out with us.” Onyx emphasized her words with a playful hug.  Dmitri smiled sadly and hugged her back.

“Thanks guys, that means a lot to me.” He told them then.

“C’mon Dexter, I got to get ready to pick Onyx up for the movie!” Freak yelled in Dexter’s head, glancing worriedly at the clock.  Dexter nodded and moved to give Onyx a hug.

“I really gotta get going, so I’ll see you guys tomorrow, okay?” he said.  Onyx nodded, giving him a tight hug before Dexter left.

Dmitri watched for a while as Dexter walked off, before he turned around to look at Onyx.

“I got something I gotta tell you, but I didn’t really feel comfortable telling him yet.” He told her.  Onyx turned her head slightly to the side.

“Continue.” She said, sitting back down on the couch.  Dmitri sat next to her, and looked really nervous.

“Umm, well, remember when you found me at the mall, and one of the guys there called me a ‘gay piece of crap’?” he asked.  Onyx nodded.

“Umm, he wasn’t entirely wrong.  At least, I don’t think he is, or, I don’t know anymore, I’m so confused!” he put his forehead on his hand.  Onyx put a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay Dmitri, you can tell me.” She said comfortingly.  Dmitri looked up, and Onyx smiled at him.

“Okay, here goes.” He took a breath, then turned and looked Onyx directly in the face.  “I’m actually a girl.”

.:Whoa, just had an awesome idea! Now you shall all cringe in terror while you wait to see what I have planned for poor Onyx > :.

Dexter ran home as fast as he could and was even up to his room without Duncan catching sight of him.

“Okay, Freak Out!” he exclaimed, allowing Freakazoid to come out.

“Okay, black and grey cargo pants in the second drawer, black and red button down t-shirt in the closet. Red and white striped tie on the desk, tie it tight but loose.” Dexter told him, and the Freak began searching for said items.

“Should we be worried about that Dmitri moving in on her?” Freak asked as he pulled his signature red suit off and other clothes on.

“I hope not, I really don’t want to be competing in something like this.” Dex replied.  “I think at the moment though he’s just glad to see some friendly faces.”

“Yeah, he looks like he’s had a few rough times.  Well, this look good?” Freak looked down at himself.

“Yup, looks great, now go get her before tickets sell out.”

.oes Freak sound hawt now? I hope he does, it sounded good to me:.

Onyx waved goodbye to Dmitri as she made her way home.  She went back into the house to finish cleaning up before Freakazoid picked her up for the movie, and was thinking about what Dmitri had told her.

The poor girl’s story was really horrid sounding, Onyx felt badly for her.  Seeing that she still had a minute before Freak would arrive, Onyx left a note on the kitchen table for her sister and brother-in-law, in case they got home before she did, then went to go search through her sister’s craft patterns, looking for some crochet fingerless gloves that she could make later for Dmitri to help cover the bruises and cuts on her arms.

.:End this chapter! Steff gets her revenge next, as well as a little more than she can chew:.

Okay peeps, sorry for the wait and all, but like I’m sure I’ve said before, I am easily distrac-ooh, shiny!-ted.  So, I’ve noticed that my story is just kind of dragging along, after reading some EPIC fanfics on this site, (seriously, how many stories have you read with a war in them, and the chapter leading up to the war has you on the edge of your seat, holding your breath, you can practically hear the epic music, and on the edge of a reading-induced orgasm because it is just SO COOL?!) so, yeah, I’m going to try and move this story along a little faster.
Oh, thanks to the combined efforts of my mother, Freakazoid and myself, I now have chocolate brownies and cherry pie for you guys.  Whoever can guess what Onyx was drawing while they were watching movies gets extra brownies and pie!
Honestly, if I could type up everything in these authors notes that I would like to type up, the authors notes would be just about as long as the chapters themselves.  I will say though that you should totally go look up a band named Van Canto, and listen to their song ‘Last Night of the Kings’, as well as their covers for ‘Wishmaster’ and ‘Rebellion’.  This group is like, an acapella rock group, plus drum set.  And they sound soooo good!  One guy can even sound just like an electric guitar.  Oh, make sure you watch their vids in 480p; it sounds way better, like the difference between normal sound and surround sound.