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Chapter 2: One of Two


Randy woke feeling rather sick and disoriented. He had remembered that he begun to have a severe headache after he went to the bus and later passed out on the bed as soon as they reached the hotel. Confused, he looked around to take in his surroundings.

He was in a large living room like area and he was sitting on a nice soft leather couch. A basket of fruit was on the coffee table which rested near the leather couch. A widescreen TV flashed different colors, causing Randy to look away to prevent himself from feeling sick. After his ears started to recognize sound, he realized he wasn’t the only one on the room. Randy blearily made out Howard who was lounging on the floor, eating a large Taco. He also made out Theresa who was sitting nearby on a chair, laughing and pointing at the screen. Randy noticed two blurry figures sitting further away.

Somebody had noticed him and walked in front of him, but he was still to ditzy to think clearly.

“Mandy are you alright?” the figure said, reaching out and waving her hand in front of his face.

“What? I have no candy…what are honking about?” stuttered Randy wearily, moving to a sitting position. “Who are you?”

“If he has amnesia, I’m blaming you Fowler.” Howard said coming over to his best friend sitting down next to him. He shot a meaningful glare at Theresa.


“What? She didn’t do anything you schoob!” Debby retaliated, raising a fist.
“I think he’s just carsick.” Theresa said mildly, fiddling with her fingers.

Randy shook his head violently after receiving a shocking jolt originating from his foot, which instantly cleared his mind, allowing him to think clearly once more. He blinked a couple times to make sure that he was fully awake. He looked down, seeing the Nomicon aggressively vibrating in his bag on the floor, glowing brightly. It must have briefly touched his foot and shocked him awake.

“Sandy didn’t hit his head. He’s probably just confused.” Randy felt too tired to correct Heidi.

“Heidi’s right. I’m feeling better now.” Randy answered.

“Whew, I’m glad you don’t have amnesia again.” Howard sighed. Randy struck out his elbow angrily into his friend’s gut. “Did I say again? I mean have amnesia. Randy has never had amnesia before.”

The others gave Howard a questionable look, but then shrugged it off. Randy felt his heart sigh in relief. For some reason, the others managed to believe Howard’s ridiculous cover up. He was glad; since that would have been a key clue to having them figure out he was the Ninja.

“Say, Randy, you’re okay now right?” Theresa asked nervously. “What happened?”

“Um….” Randy felt unsure of his experience. First of all, he was clueless on what really happened. He remembered hearing a chime, then feeling really sick afterwards. “Did you guys hear anything when I started to feel sick?”

The others looked confusedly at each other before shaking their heads.

“No.” answered Debby finally. “Why?”

Randy sighed. Keeping secrets was hard work and plus, something was telling him that he should tell the others about this. Maybe it’ll all work out somehow.

“I heard this…chime.” He started. “It made me feel sick.”

“What chime?” asked Howard. “Are you sure you didn’t hit your head, Cunningham?”

“Positive.” Randy said, shaking his head. “I definitely heard it.”

Heidi just looked at him as if he had sprouted a second head. Then she closed her eyes and put her hands on her hips as to say that she had enough.

“I’m going to tell the teacher that it’s just heatstroke.” Heidi said simply. Randy stared at her, puzzled at the fact why she was willing to hear what he had to say. “Tell me what I missed. It could become a good story for Me-Cast. A story about a schoob fainting from hearing ghost chimes will make me have great views!”

“And to think that she was actually caring about Me.” muttered Randy, annoyed. He stretched, yawning widely before coming face to face with Debby. “Ah! What are you doing?”

“I’m quite interested in your story.” Debby replied slowly. “I don’t like to listen to stories without endings.” She continued to give a venomous stare that made Randy’s blood run cold.

Randy gritted his teeth and swallowed.

“You’ve heard most of it.” Randy explained carefully, avoiding Debby’s icy stare. “I just heard this chime and a lot of whispers in a language I don’t know-”

“That’s a surprise.” Interrupted Debby with a smirk.

“Debby, be nice.” Theresa said, giving her friend a gentle nudge. “Please, continue.”

“Well, as I was saying, I heard chimes, got sick. That’s all there is to it.”

“Sounds like voodoo magic to me.” Howard said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

“What are you talking about, there is no such thing as Voodoo magic.” Debby stated irritated by the statement. “It’s just as ridiculous as the world ending tomorrow.”

“Maybe it’s better if we just drop this, Cunningham.” Howard said, glaring at Debby. “Besides, dinner’s at seven and I cannot wait to sink my teeth into a batch of freshly made burritos.”

Howard then got up and waddled off into the next room. Maybe it was just heatstroke like Heidi said. Perhaps he was just really tired. Maybe tomorrow everything will be okay. Randy closed his eyes. He told himself to not worry; it was just going to be a relaxing field trip. Debby was right, it’s not like the world is going to end tomorrow right?

“What the juice, Nomicon?” Randy asked perplexed, sitting in cross-legged on the ground. “Like for the hundredth time, please for once give me a simple answer.”

Randy stared blankly at the words that printed above him.

“One out of two, will make it out of this rue. ” repeated Randy with a confused look on his face. He sighed with frustrated tone, gnashing his teeth. “Okay, I give up. If you’re not going to give me an answer, I’m leaving. We’re almost at our stop anyways.”

As he said those words, Randy leapt into a hole in the ground and instantly found himself back in the real world. Shaking his head, He remembered that he was in the bus, sitting next to Howard going to a Mayan temple. Randy looked out the window and saw a large jungle coming into view.

“Hey, you’re awake!” Howard said slapping his friend on the back. He grinned. “By the way, I ate your taco when you were asleep. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Howard, I was saving that for later.” glowered Randy, giving his friend an annoyed look. “Did you at least not eat my sandwich?”

“Nah, I’m allergic to vegetables.”

“Good.”

The bus stopped short of entering the jungle. Randy swore he saw a large python giving him an ugly look before sliding into the roots of a tree.  He reached in and touched the Ninja Mask which was tucked in the inside pocket of his jacket. Only in emergency would the Ninja need to appear. Right now he is still Randy Cunningham and he silently hoped it would stay that way.

“Alright, everyone off the bus!” Ms. Discroll called out. Then in a mocking voice she moved the lips of her dead husband. “Be careful, you don’t want to trip or you’ll end up like me!”

A blond boy with a band outfit giggled. “Nice zing, Mr. D!” he called out brightly.

“I wish Hensletter would stop doing that.” muttered Howard loudly for only Randy to hear. His purple-haired friend nodded as they exited the bus.

The day was humid, but not too hot or not to cold. To be honest, the weather was almost perfect for a walk to the temple that was located in the middle of a jungle. The path had been marked by brightly colored orange flags. Everyone was either holding an umbrella or wearing a hat. Randy had taken off his jacket and tied it around his waist, also rolling up his sleeves to make it look sleeveless. Howard was wearing a McBrellaHat, which basically was a hat that’s also an umbrella, along with a pair of sunglasses as well  as not wearing his Jacket.

A tour guide suddenly appeared to greet them as they exited the bus. He was wearing black sunglasses and had a golden tooth showing and brightly colored earrings. Randy thought he was a Mexican Hipster.

“Welcome to the Mayan’s Jungle.” He said in a rich Spanish accent. “My name is Carlos, but you can call me CC.”

“Why two C’s?” asked Julian. Despite the weather, he was still using his dark goth-themed outfit.

“I don’t know.” Carlos replied with a shrug, then a wide eerie grin. “Everybody calls me that.”

“Why the juice are so many things blocking the path?” whined Howard as he slapped away a branch, only for it to whip him back in the face and cause him to fall down. Randy extended a hand to his friend to help him up.

“I don’t think a lot of people come here.” replied Randy as he hauled his friend up. He reached one hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead. “We’re almost there.”

Because of the large amount of students going on the field trip, a lot of the students were arranged in groups, usually based on responsibility for one another. Siblings were often put together, no matter what age difference, as they take better care of each other. Best friends and cliques were also grouped together, to give the students more or less the sense to take care of one another.

This being said, Randy and Howard by default were grouped together. And with that came Heidi, Howard’s sister, which dragged in her two good friends, Theresa and Debby. Their group was then chaperoned by S. Ward Smith, because Randy had stated that out of all the teachers, they had a rather close bond with each other and since the two were prone to getting into trouble, many of the teachers hoped that paring them with a teacher of their choosing can pacify their hyperactive needs. Unfortunately, it did not.

Randy’s group was one of the first groups to depart and arrive at the temple. Although they got lost a couple times, due to the fact that their chaperone was blind, they finally arrived at the temple in one piece.

“See, I told you we’d make it.” S.Ward Smith said, swinging his walking stick wildly around. Randy narrowly dodged the flailing stick.

“We should of never of doubted you.” mumbled Howard in annoyance.

“I may be blind, but I’m not deaf.” He said, swinging his stick in Howard’s direction.

While Howard was being harassed by his teacher, Randy looked blankly at the temple with empty eyes. Somehow he felt like something was being ripped from his soul. He looked dazedly at his surroundings. He gritted his teeth and began go follow his friends. He covered his ears in hopes of blocking out the mocking fable that crowded his hearing. The words jiggled in his mind. This time, he could understand it.




One out of two
Shall make it out of this rue
One will have a sacrificial role
Right on this bloody bowl
But it’s not the story’s hero
But actually the competent Hero’s zero
At least, that’s how this story goes
Hey, sorry for the long wait. I became addicted to anime for a sum amount of time. I guess I'm not very faithful to my every week upload policy |D Forgive me, everybody.

Anyways, I'm not very good at poems, but the last one is heavy foreshadowing. Feel free to interpret that however you want.

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Kirito109 Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2014   Artist
This is pretty good and I'm excited for the next chapter.
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Nealina Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
When will you post the next chapter
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AzuraJae Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
No clue ._.
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Z0MGedELR1C Featured By Owner May 11, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
This is pretty good and I'm excited for the next chapter.
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AzuraJae Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I'm actually not sure if I'll continue it or not. I still remember how I was going to end it, but I'm working on my group right now and don't really have time for this atm. I also have some requests to do, so you can say that I'm quite busy, hun~

I might continue it when I have time, but it really depends~
If I do cancel it, then if you want, I can send you the details on how I planned to end it.
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Teru-K Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Oooooh, this is so good. I cannot wait for more :love:
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AzuraJae Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks :)
Hopefully I don't catch the procrastinate, otherwise this story will never be done.
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Teru-K Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Oh, gosh, that bug already bit me over a year ago xD that poor, unfinished fic...it was doing so well. *sends procrastinate antibodies your way* I'll be right here, eagerly awaiting updates~
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AzuraJae Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
HOPEFULLY...
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NineTailedFox2 Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2014
Bruce, and creepy, by what I've thinked about the poem '-'
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