Legend High Chapter 16
#19 of Legend High
Finally, right?
Some readers will not understand this chapter.
I'm sorry to those who waited nearly two whole months for this.
Things come up; you have to understand...
Not all authors can just appease your demand...
You can't just expect and expect...and expect what you want...every time you ask...
Respect that and lower your expectations...
Please...
Today, we will not join our cast again...
Today, we shall go further in-depth on a certain character no doubt ALL of you feel is too overused...
Roll The Film...
Characters-
Tanner Volsorate-Human(Mine)
Peter/Py-Shan-Lugia/Shadow Lugia(Mine)
Vanessa Condria-Ho-Oh(Also Mine!)
Aurora(Ro)-Mew(Koraru Kinomoto's OC)
Kevin Enderson-Dialga(Mine but someone can have him)
Jackson Hellinger-Palkia(Mine but someone can have him)
Gaius-Groudon(ChronosSplicer's OC)
Mia Anderson-Kyogre(ALSO MINE!)
Jake Excher-Virizion(Mine for DAYS!)
Kyle Excher-Cobalion(Mine but someone can have this jerk-wad!)
Natalie-Shaymin(Mine but someone can have her)
Andy Bellington-Latios(Mine but I hate having him around. :P)
Morgan Banks-Raikou(Mine. Someone take this cat from me!)
Alegaesia Bellington-Latias(Mine but she can be someone's bae. :P)
Sol Verecunde-Reshiram(Solopuppy's OC)
Athena-Human(Mine but no one's knows her. :P)
Yvonne Jills-Yveltal(Related to Jethro, but has a special relation with someone.)
Jethro Jills-Yveltal(Mine but I hate his guts!)
Donny Anderson-Kyogre(Mine since he's a drama factor)
No one can predict the future, as it may have unexpected ties with Fate in events of extreme disconsolateness. Fate's unphysical claws lashing out at the poor, the rich, the happy and unhappy...But it strikes the unhappy the most.
-Anonymous.
Bar...
"So Mary? What do you think the Boss's doing tonight?" A female bartender asked.
"Probably get another score. You know his wife found out about what we did back at my 'choice of action' right?" Mary, Tanner's mother, replied. The girls around her gasped in surprise.
"You lucky slut! Why does the Boss always go for you?" One of the girls whined, being a young 19 and a blonde.
"Maybe it's my charm?" Mary was mighty cocky today. Whatever she had been doing during her stay at this Bar was making her happy.
"I doubt that." Mary glared at the speaker of that statement, a woman of 30, black, short hair and pale complexion. Her name was Cheryl, but most call her "Candy" for a particular reason.
"And what of it Cheryl?"
"You and I both know the Boss likes me more than you blow him."
"Oh please. The day you're prettier than me-," Mary took a drink from her martini,"-is the day I'm dead and rotting." Cheryl's eyes glinted a second before she replied,
"That can be arranged..." Before Mary could send her rebuttal, Cheryl had walked off into the dance floor.
The building itself was small on the outside, but unrealistically big on the inside. Around the entrance were bouncers of the hunk size. Although they were Aggron morphs, they seemed to fit in with their positions. Being brothers assisted that notion. Past them is a dance floor that takes up 3/5 of the whole main room. Lightings hung above it cautiously, random colors flashing down on the dancers in a pattern. Beyond that were tables for tired clubbers to take a rest with bars in every corner.
Mary and her friends resided at the bar in the furthest corner to the right of the entrance, semi-darkness surrounding them.
"I swear Cheryl will be the death of me..." Mary deadpanned, asking the bartender for another drink. He-a Nidoking Pokemorph- gave her yet another drink begrudgingly.
"Miss...I do think you've had enough." he commented as she downed her 5th martini.
"Nonsense! I'm...[Burp] sober still!" Her words had slurred over, making her lie about as useful as a Magikarp morph.
"I'm sorry Miss but no-."
"Sorry nothing!" Mary looked around the bar table before grabbing one of her friend's unattended drinks and downing it. The reason why it was left unattended was about to kick in...
"So girls, what do you think'll happen next week with the Boss going out of town?" The blonde friend asked. Mary took another swig before answering.
"Probably gonna come back and give me that promotion to "Secretary"." The blonde looked at her in shock.
"No way! Really!?"
"Yes, really." The bartender shook his head at her. " I've been here for about as long as it's been open. I'm sure I'll get it..." The whole time she had been gloating, she hadn't realized her brain was getting ominously fuzzy. Not the way a normal drunk person gets intoxicated...
More like an overdose...
"So, where is the Boss anyway? My clothes are getting stains and my spares are in his office-." The sound of a bottle breaking nearby drew their attention to the DJ station in the back of the room. There was a scuffle behind the stereos with two humans-the DJ and a drunkard who had gotten tired of the music. The computers were all knocked over and broken; must be why the DJ's fighting back instead of sending him away.
Mary looked around, wondering where the bouncers were and saw that they were not even at their station at the front door.
'Figures,' she thought, 'probably off getting some lucky lays pinned under them...Sic-'
[BANG!]
What could not be mistaken as a gunshot went off in the scuffle, the origin being the drunkard who had pulled out a 9mm from seemingly nowhere. The DJ was hit in his shoulder as he had charged into the bullet. The gun was fought for control as they struggled to overpower one another.
During it, Mary was becoming increasingly more and more buzzed in the head, everything blurring out of her vision. Her blonde friend leaned down to her face; she WAS taller than Mary by several inches.
"You okay Mary?"
"I'll...be alright...Janice..."So drunk out of her mind, she could barely get the words out. More gunfire sounded from the contenders at the booth, making the clubbers run for safety. Mary stumbled backwards from someone's shove, landing at the bar table.
"Asshole..."
What is wrong with me!?...
Bottle in hand, she stumbled through the crowd, seeing that the bouncers had finally set to separating the fighters. But then...
There was a sudden ringing in her ears as her vision flashed...Another bang sounded, the sound of something whizzing to her direction...A flash of purple came into her field of view before she fell to the ground, head hitting it first...
POV Importance Change-Bartender...
"Dammit...She passed out..." The bartender cursed as he carried her out to safety. The bar had emptied quickly and he told the bouncers to call the cops on the drunkard. The club DJ was shot in his shoulder and stomach, so he needed 9-1-1 ASAP. The last bullet fired has almost hit Mary, but the bartender had took it with his purple back armor.
Does she have a phone?...
The Nidoking morph leaned her against a wall-they were in an alleyway outside the club and checked her pockets. Finding a condom("Just disappointed of her," he said) and some money, he grumbled in defeat...Before he snapped his fingers in realization.
Her purse! He made a mad dash back into the building, going to the bar table and finding that her purse was still there from all the fiasco. He went through it, getting some weird stares from the Aggron brothers. Grabbing onto a flat surface, he inwardly whooped as he found what he was looking for-her phone.
Thankfully, it was unlocked when the Nidoking morph turned it on. Going through her contacts, he looked for a number to anyone who knows her personally-and not in that way. He stopped on "The Little Boy". It meant something to her as apparent by the old photo of a happy woman and a little boy.
I wonder what made her unhappy...
He pressed on the contact, clicking "Call" and waiting for the phone to pick up on the other line.
[Ring...ring...ring...ring...]
It seemed bleak that the person would pick up, but the Nido-morph's hopes went up as he heard the familiar click of someone picking up a phone...
Legend High-1:34 P.M.-Tanner...
All day, Tanner had to deal with so much. First, none of his classes did he have any contact with Peter whatsoever. Second, one of the girls musta spread bad words about him to the others because they were avoiding him like Pokerus. Third, the teachers all seemed to have heaps of work for them to do, even giving packets of homework to be turned in tomorrow.
And lastly?...This phone call that almost got him a detention in Amer. Govt. Honors. He had excused himself-more for himself so he didn't explode on his friends. When he saw the contact, he almost denied the call and went back to the class. The name "Slutty Witch" flashed on his screen as if in urgency, but he let it ring...
But he suddenly had a bad feeling and his thumb pressed the 'Accept' button.
'Hello?'
'Yes hello?' That was not his mother.
'Who is this?' Tanner heard the distinct sounds of sirens in the background of the other line before the mystery person responded.
'I don't know you yet...But I'll at least tell you who I am...My name is Nelson Praema...'
'Um...Okay? Why did you call?'
'It's...about your mother...'
Tanner nearly dropped the phone, but he kept up to further listen.
'Y-yeah?...What about her?'
'Apparently she reached for the wrong drink at the Bar across town and she was almost shot.'
Tanner sighed a little in relief; at least nothing bad happened to her-.
'But-' That had dashed some of the hope away from Tanner, '-she drunk what I like to call the "Unforgiven Reach"-a very strong liquor that has a high probability to knock out drinkers. She had a little too much already and drunk over half a bottle. Having a sip would have left her drunk, but that which she consumed poisoned her...'
Tanner's heart sunk into the bottomless chasm that was his soul as he heard that. He held the phone away from his face slowly as the information processed.
She didn't get shot but slowly dying anyway from alcohol poisoning?...No...Please no...
'Doctors are doing whatever they can to revive her from her coma, but we can only hope she didn't kill herself...If you want to visit, she's at Mercy...Hope to see you...'
The phone clicked, signifying that Nelson hung up from his line. Tannis stood in the hall, looking dead.
Can this day get any worse?... Today was a bad B-.
"Tanner, your five minutes are up." Mr. Jerns had came into the hallway, wondering what was taking him so long. Once he saw the phone and Tanner's face, his mood dropped a little...
Something died in Tanner that moment...and something surfaced where it was...
Cliffhanger's a right old bitch, isn't it?
This has been The Bloody Seje.
And there you have it. Mary's in a coma, we meet Nelson Praema and Tanner's losing hope.
Will he gain it back? Will Mary pull through? Why did Nelson help her? And what is B-.
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