Looks like it’s time for another chapter…. I’d love to hear what you think!
Whatever I Draw
by Eliza May
Tullier gawked at the scene before him; the Hall was filled with carnage. “Like I said, the Pencils have come.” Kirk grinned triumphantly, and strode towards an armed couple who were surveying the scene.
They were thin and wiry, dressed in tannish-gray, utilitarian clothes, and held their bloodied weapons as if they were used to wielding them. As they saw Tullier, their faces lit up. “You got him, Kirk!” exclaimed the man. “Good job!” Then, turning to Tullier, he said, “You don’t know me, but I met you when you were a baby. My name is Thompson, and this is my wife Julia. We’re with the Pencils. Speaking of which, here’s yours.” From a pocket in his outfit, Thompson produced the pencil.
Eagerly, Tullier snatched it, courage and confidence flooding him, and he felt that now he had the strength to take his revenge on Jason and the Pens. “Where is he?” he growled. “Where’s Jason?”
“He got away,” replied Thompson, “and so did the Grandmaster.”
“But don’t worry!” added Julia. “We’ll find them and bring them to justice.”
Gritting his teeth, Tullier mentally cursed. “You’re hunting for them, I hope?”
“Yes, we have Pencils searching the premises now,” replied Thompson.
Tullier thought over this for a moment, and then grunted, “So now what?”
“Now, we bring you safely to Pencil headquarters. We would have taken you there long ago, except you were quite good at hiding yourself, from Pencils, Pens, and agents alike. But now we’ve found you, and we can use you and your skills,” Julia said excitedly.
“What do you want with me and my skills?” Tullier asked somewhat warily.
“You yourself heard that the Pens have declared war, haven’t you? We need all the help we can get, especially from those skilled in drawing like you are. Oh, you’ll love the Pencil headquarters so much, I know you will!” Julia seemed thrilled.
Tullier shrugged, not sure how to reply. He glanced about, and then asked, “Where’s Stefania?”
There was a moment’s silence, and then Thompson said, “We don’t know.”
“What do you mean?” Tullier demanded. “Are you saying that she’s with the Pens? I mean, Luger–Lago–is.”
“No, she’s not with the Pens,” Kirk interjected. “…She can’t be. We just don’t know where she is.”
Tullier raised his eyebrows. “Ri-i-i-ght.”
After a few more minutes of minor conversation, the group, with a few Pencils, climbed up various stairways until they reached the exit of the Pens’ stronghold.
“We’ll be taking you directly to the Pencil headquarters,” Julia said cheerily, “while some of the Pencils stay behind to clean out this rats’ nest.”
“What if I don’t want to go to the Pencil headquarters?” Tullier asked.
“You have to come with us. After all, you are one of the Pencils, even if you weren’t brought up among us.”
Tullier exhaled sharply through his nose in a sort of scornful laugh, but couldn’t deny the fact that they spoke the truth. He followed Julia, Thompson, and Kirk to several vehicles that were parked outside of the Pen stronghold.
“So that the Pens’ radar wouldn’t pick us up,” Julia explained, “we took out a group of Pens that were traveling in these vehicles. Then we came here riding in them, and the Pens had no idea. After we attacked from the vehicles, more Pencil backup came, but it didn’t matter if they were detected, because the ambush was already on!”
Tullier could tell that Julia was quite gleeful about this escapade, but he was too bewildered by recent happenings to fake an interested response. Instead he shrugged.
The vehicles were varied. Some were trucks that had a military look, others motorcycles. Although Tullier would have preferred riding the bikes, Thompson and Julia climbed into one of the trucks. Kirk and Tullier shared a longing glance at the motorcycles and followed. For the next hour, they bumped through the Wasteland, followed by Pencils in other vehicles, mostly in silence, except for Julia’s excited chattering.
I apologize for the lack of action in this one…. 😛 I promise it will start to get more exciting!!!