Post by Aaron on Nov 8, 2007 20:12:46 GMT -5
Aaron woke up sprawled on his back in total darkness.
He sat up blindly and ripped a blindfold off his face, staring at the obnoxiously bright pink cloth in his hand. Looking around, he realized that he was sitting in the bushes…in the Magic Kingdom, at Disney World.
Oh, great.
Aaron was about to stand when he became aware of a terrible pain in the back of his neck. He put his fingers on the source of the pain and found that there was some sort of dart sticking out of him. He pulled it out, shivering as he felt blood drip down his neck from the place where it had punctured a vein. He stared at it just as he had the blindfold.
…Tranquilizer?
Yes, it had to be…but why? He had just been walking around town, minding his own business… He couldn’t remember anything after that. Someone must have tranquilized him while he was walking…but who?
He stood up, letting the dart and the cloth fall to the ground. There were people walking all around him, some hesitating to stare at the boy in the bushes and others taking no notice at all. Then one little girl stopped and pointed at him.
“Did you paint you jeans onto your legs…?” she asked.
“No,” said Aaron flatly. He wondered why he got that question so much.
“Oh.” said the girl. Then she skipped away as if nothing happened.
Aaron stepped out of the bushes and kept to the shadows as he walked through the park. Oh, how he hated theme parks. So many screaming children, and lots of crowds. And, don’t forget the random trolley-singers. Ugh.
He headed towards the exit, figuring that if he got out of here he could just forget what had happened to him and get on with his life. But, of course, he never got what he wanted…
Just as he was about to push the turnstile to leave the park when he felt another pricking pain in his neck and fell over, instantly unconscious.
…
When Aaron woke up again, he was back in the same bushes, with the same bright pink blindfold, and another bleeding spot on his neck. He made sure to stamp on the items before walking out of the bushes again. Where would he go now? It was obvious his kidnapper didn’t want him to leave the park. Well then, he’d just have to find a different way out…
Aaron headed towards ‘Liberty Square’, hoping there might be an exit in that direction. All he found was a fish-and-chips restaurant and a ride called ‘The Haunted Mansion’. He sighed, wondering why they didn’t put an exit over here for poor kidnapped teenagers. But since there was no use staying there, he turned and prepared to head back the other way when he was hit in the back of the head with a very big rock and knocked flat on his face.
Aaron sprang up furiously and looked for the one who had attacked him. There was one person standing in the bushes, a strange girl about his age. She had an abnormally evil look on her face…
“Hello, little boy.” said the girl in an equally evil voice.
“I’m not…little…” groaned Aaron, holding the back of his head, which he guessed would also start bleeding soon. “Why did you hit me with a rock?”
“I didn’t hit you with a rock,” said the girl, her words seeping false innocence.
Aaron’s left eye twitched.
“Fine. What do you want with me?”
“You should get on the Haunted Mansion.” said the girl.
“…No. I’m leaving this park right now. Good bye.”
“You should go on the Haunted Mansion.” repeated the girl as if she hadn’t heard him.
Aaron stared at her. “What if I don’t want to…?”
“You’re going on the Haunted Mansion.” said the girl, raising a gun and pointing it at his chest. Aaron’s eyes widened. “What…is that?”
“Tranquilizer.” said the girl, smiling maliciously. “Now get on the ride.”
“No.” said Aaron.
BAM!
Aaron woke up in the Haunted Mansion, stuffed in one of the already moving cars. He straightened up, ripping off another blindfold and removing a tranquilizer dart from his chest. Thankfully, his shirt was black, so the blood on it didn’t make much of a difference. He sighed when he realized what must have happened; the girl was the one who had kidnapped him, and she obviously had no problem shooting him with painful drugged darts. But why the heck was she doing this to him? She didn’t even know him!
As he sat there muttering sulkily to himself, he heard lame little children screaming at the obviously fake ghosts and ghouls. Aaron just glared around at all of them, still furious for what had been done to him.
When the ride finally finished, Aaron jumped out and ran as fast as he could. He was almost out of liberty square when he was hit with another rock in the side of the face.
“Hey!” he cried, holding his quickly bruising face and spinning around in the direction the rock had come. “What the heck is wrong with you?!”
“I didn’t throw a rock,” the little girl from before sneered. She was standing right there, holding something behind her back that Aaron supposed was either her gun, or another rock. He scowled at her stupid smile.
“You did, and you tranquilized me and dragged me here while I was knocked out!” he yelled, remembering the painful sensation of being shot with a dart. “I’m leaving NOW!”
“No you aren’t. You’ve only been on one ride so far.” said the girl. “Go to Adventure Land and get on the Aladdin Magic Carpet ride. I know you looove magic carpets.”
“I do not! And I’m not getting on your stupid ride!”
The girl flung a rock at him, but he swiftly ducked and let it hit a person behind him instead. “Hah!”
Then the girl’s face contorted in anger and she took out her tranquilizer gun. “You’re going on the ride!”
Aaron frowned and stared at the gun. “You…I…”
“Yes?”
“I’m…not getting on it!”
BAM!
This time, Aaron woke up with another blindfold and a second dart protruding from his chest. The Magic Carpet ride had just begun. As he took off the blindfold and pulled the arrow out of his shirt, he noticed a little girl sitting in the seat behind him.
“You, make it go higher!” squealed the girl. Aaron rolled his eyes and replied, “No.”
“But…you’re controlling the height! And I wanna go higher!” she pouted.
“Fine.” said Aaron, pushing the control stick downwards. The ‘magic carpet’ shot up into the air. The girl squealed excitedly and Aaron covered his ears.
“Oh, look out for the camel! It spits!” cried the girl. Of course, Aaron was drenched in water seconds later.
“Wow, those camels sure can spit!” said the girl.
“Yes they can…” muttered Aaron, wiping water off his face. He covered his ears as the girl screamed some more, even though the ride was pretty slow and very boring. When they finally ‘landed’, Aaron tore off, trying to escape once again. Then he was hit with yet ANOTHER rock, this time in the back.
“Ow!” he yelped, whipping around to see the evil kidnapping girl.
“Hee hee hee.” giggled the evil girl. Aaron glared at her.
“Now you have to go to Fantasy Land,” she said.
“But I don’t…”
That was when the gun came out. Aaron stared at the gun, then thought of the four dart-holes he now possessed. He figured going on some ‘Fantasy Land’ rides wouldn’t be as painful as a fifth.
“Fine. I’ll go on one more, then you have to promise to let me go.”
“I don’t make promises. It’s either go, or feel the pain.”
“…Whatever. I’ll go.”
And the evil girl led him to Fantasy Land at gunpoint.
Aaron stared at his hands, balled into fists, as Pooh Bear, Tigger, and Piglet sang happy songs around him. He was now stuck on the Winnie the Pooh ride, trying to block out the terribly joyful music ringing in his ears. Oooh, how he wished he could listen to his iPod. But, of course, his kidnapper had not given him time to collect his belongings before she kidnapped him.
He looked over at the evil kidnapping girl, who was sitting behind him on the ride, her tranquilizer gun still pointed at him. He couldn’t believe they had let her on with that thing. Especially since it had been pointed at him the whole time. He figured that next time, he’d show them the painful little wounds on his neck to prove her evilness.
Aaron looked back at his fists, wishing he could punch her with one of them. Then again, he could probably be beat up by a Girl Scout. Maybe she was one.
He groaned and covered his ears when they entered the second room, which also contained singing characters. The evil girl prodded him on the back of the head with her gun.
“Listen to the song,” she hissed, and he quickly removed his hands from his ears and put them on his lap, pretending to be obedient. Oh, he would get his revenge. And it would come in the form of two long stripy horns with ubersharp tips.
When they finally emerged from the ride, Aaron was itching to run, but the girl squashed his dreams of fleeing by dragging him off to Peter Pan.
A few minutes later, he was in Snow White.
Then, he had to sit through an excruciatingly long and boring 3-D movie including singing, retarded animated critters, and stupid little kids groping through the air to grab the 3-D images that weren’t truly there.
Oh, joy.
When he finished all of that stuff, the sky was getting darker, and he hoped this might mean the girl would let him go already. But, he was wrong.
“You have to get on the Merry-Go-Round.” said the girl.
“Do I have to?” asked Aaron hopefully.
“Do you want to?”
“Not really. Actually, not at all.”
“Well then…”
“I don’t have to go?”
“No, you still have to go.”
Aaron sighed and walked over to the Merry-Go-Round and headed towards a black horse, only to find the girl already sitting on it, her gun pointed; instead, he was forced to mount the pinkest, girliest one there was.
Right in front of a bunch of little children.
“Hee hee, look, that boy’s riding a pink pony!” giggled one little girl.
“Ha ha, that’s funny!” snorted a little boy.
“Shut up,” Aaron growled.
“Be nice to the children.” said the evil girl, poking him with her gun.
Aaron was silent as the pink plastic pony pranced around in circles along with the rest of the fake horses in the ride. When it finished, Aaron was feeling terribly noxious and wanted to escape more than ever.
“Are you feeling sick?” asked the evil girl.
“Yeah…” moaned Aaron, staggering off the stupid pony and stumbling away from the ride.
“Good. Now we’ll go on the Tea-Cup ride.”
“NO! I feel terrible, and you’re gonna’ make me get on THAT thing?!” cried Aaron furiously.
“Yes. Now go on the ride, or I’ll shoot you.”
“I…” Aaron stared at the gun pointed at his forehead, his eyes dulling with despair.
“If I die, it’s your fault.”
Aaron didn’t die.
But he did throw up.
And he almost passed out.
Poor Aaron.
“Now that that torture is…” began Aaron, but he stopped short, coughing harshly. He was paler than usual, his face like paper, and he was shaking violently. “…over. I have to go before someone sees me and takes me to a hospital… (Though, anything would be better than here.)”
“Fine. One more ride, of my choice, then you can go.” said the evil girl.
Aaron’s eyes bulged. “WHAT can you do to me that you haven’t already done?!”
“It’s a Small World.”
Aaron almost had a heart attack.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“NO.”
BAM!
It’s a small world after all, it’s a small world after all~!
Aaron woke up on a crummy little boat, riding into the happy tunnel of It’s a Small World. Sicker than ever, he struggled to sit up straight, but had no strength at all and had to crouch over with his head on the seat in front of him. Curled like this, he could see the fifth dart, its tail the only thing visible (as in, that was the only thing not in his SKIN), and pulled it out, letting it drop to the floor of the boat. The evil girl poked him in the back with her gun. “Sit up.”
Aaron forced himself halfway up. “What?”
“Sing the song,” she said with an evil grin.
“No.”
“I said SING the SONG.”
Aaron sighed and muttered flatly, and not along with the tune, “It’s a small world after all.”
“Sing it, don’t say it!”
“It’s a small world after all…” he put it to the tune, but still said it, not sang it.
“SING.” She jabbed in forcefully in the back with her gun.
“It’s a small world after all~!” Aaron yelped, imitating the terrible high-pitched horror movie voices of the puppets.
The girl’s evil grin widened from ear to ear and she screeched, “IT’S A SMALL WORLD AFTER AAAALLL!!!”
Aaron muttered along, crouching down again and resting on the row in front of him, which, somehow, was empty. “It’s…a…&*$#*$@ world after all…”
Aaron was out of the ride. He was out, he was alive, and most of all, he was free. The girl waved her gun at him, glaring at him a little reluctantly as he dashed away, as if she had enjoyed torturing him. Not any more.
He finally made it to the turnstile to get out, gasping for air and shaking madly from fatigue, when a Disney Worker popped up in front of him.
“Hello! Would you like to come back later?” she asked in a horribly cheery voice.
“No.” said Aaron. He made a move to go past her, but she blocked his way.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” muttered Aaron angrily.
“Are you…positive?”
That voice. That smile. Those stupid Mickey Mouse ears.
Aaron couldn’t take it anymore.
He began to transform into a dragon, his body stretching and growing scales. Horns and claws appeared, along with fangs and a dark black mane. His tail whipped around furiously as he roared at all the people around him.
He shot off into the sky, his body flowing like a dark ribbon in the wind. Freedom! He was free at last!
Wait a second.
He had just escaped from the ‘’Happiest Place on Earth”.
Oh, the irony.
He sat up blindly and ripped a blindfold off his face, staring at the obnoxiously bright pink cloth in his hand. Looking around, he realized that he was sitting in the bushes…in the Magic Kingdom, at Disney World.
Oh, great.
Aaron was about to stand when he became aware of a terrible pain in the back of his neck. He put his fingers on the source of the pain and found that there was some sort of dart sticking out of him. He pulled it out, shivering as he felt blood drip down his neck from the place where it had punctured a vein. He stared at it just as he had the blindfold.
…Tranquilizer?
Yes, it had to be…but why? He had just been walking around town, minding his own business… He couldn’t remember anything after that. Someone must have tranquilized him while he was walking…but who?
He stood up, letting the dart and the cloth fall to the ground. There were people walking all around him, some hesitating to stare at the boy in the bushes and others taking no notice at all. Then one little girl stopped and pointed at him.
“Did you paint you jeans onto your legs…?” she asked.
“No,” said Aaron flatly. He wondered why he got that question so much.
“Oh.” said the girl. Then she skipped away as if nothing happened.
Aaron stepped out of the bushes and kept to the shadows as he walked through the park. Oh, how he hated theme parks. So many screaming children, and lots of crowds. And, don’t forget the random trolley-singers. Ugh.
He headed towards the exit, figuring that if he got out of here he could just forget what had happened to him and get on with his life. But, of course, he never got what he wanted…
Just as he was about to push the turnstile to leave the park when he felt another pricking pain in his neck and fell over, instantly unconscious.
…
When Aaron woke up again, he was back in the same bushes, with the same bright pink blindfold, and another bleeding spot on his neck. He made sure to stamp on the items before walking out of the bushes again. Where would he go now? It was obvious his kidnapper didn’t want him to leave the park. Well then, he’d just have to find a different way out…
Aaron headed towards ‘Liberty Square’, hoping there might be an exit in that direction. All he found was a fish-and-chips restaurant and a ride called ‘The Haunted Mansion’. He sighed, wondering why they didn’t put an exit over here for poor kidnapped teenagers. But since there was no use staying there, he turned and prepared to head back the other way when he was hit in the back of the head with a very big rock and knocked flat on his face.
Aaron sprang up furiously and looked for the one who had attacked him. There was one person standing in the bushes, a strange girl about his age. She had an abnormally evil look on her face…
“Hello, little boy.” said the girl in an equally evil voice.
“I’m not…little…” groaned Aaron, holding the back of his head, which he guessed would also start bleeding soon. “Why did you hit me with a rock?”
“I didn’t hit you with a rock,” said the girl, her words seeping false innocence.
Aaron’s left eye twitched.
“Fine. What do you want with me?”
“You should get on the Haunted Mansion.” said the girl.
“…No. I’m leaving this park right now. Good bye.”
“You should go on the Haunted Mansion.” repeated the girl as if she hadn’t heard him.
Aaron stared at her. “What if I don’t want to…?”
“You’re going on the Haunted Mansion.” said the girl, raising a gun and pointing it at his chest. Aaron’s eyes widened. “What…is that?”
“Tranquilizer.” said the girl, smiling maliciously. “Now get on the ride.”
“No.” said Aaron.
BAM!
Aaron woke up in the Haunted Mansion, stuffed in one of the already moving cars. He straightened up, ripping off another blindfold and removing a tranquilizer dart from his chest. Thankfully, his shirt was black, so the blood on it didn’t make much of a difference. He sighed when he realized what must have happened; the girl was the one who had kidnapped him, and she obviously had no problem shooting him with painful drugged darts. But why the heck was she doing this to him? She didn’t even know him!
As he sat there muttering sulkily to himself, he heard lame little children screaming at the obviously fake ghosts and ghouls. Aaron just glared around at all of them, still furious for what had been done to him.
When the ride finally finished, Aaron jumped out and ran as fast as he could. He was almost out of liberty square when he was hit with another rock in the side of the face.
“Hey!” he cried, holding his quickly bruising face and spinning around in the direction the rock had come. “What the heck is wrong with you?!”
“I didn’t throw a rock,” the little girl from before sneered. She was standing right there, holding something behind her back that Aaron supposed was either her gun, or another rock. He scowled at her stupid smile.
“You did, and you tranquilized me and dragged me here while I was knocked out!” he yelled, remembering the painful sensation of being shot with a dart. “I’m leaving NOW!”
“No you aren’t. You’ve only been on one ride so far.” said the girl. “Go to Adventure Land and get on the Aladdin Magic Carpet ride. I know you looove magic carpets.”
“I do not! And I’m not getting on your stupid ride!”
The girl flung a rock at him, but he swiftly ducked and let it hit a person behind him instead. “Hah!”
Then the girl’s face contorted in anger and she took out her tranquilizer gun. “You’re going on the ride!”
Aaron frowned and stared at the gun. “You…I…”
“Yes?”
“I’m…not getting on it!”
BAM!
This time, Aaron woke up with another blindfold and a second dart protruding from his chest. The Magic Carpet ride had just begun. As he took off the blindfold and pulled the arrow out of his shirt, he noticed a little girl sitting in the seat behind him.
“You, make it go higher!” squealed the girl. Aaron rolled his eyes and replied, “No.”
“But…you’re controlling the height! And I wanna go higher!” she pouted.
“Fine.” said Aaron, pushing the control stick downwards. The ‘magic carpet’ shot up into the air. The girl squealed excitedly and Aaron covered his ears.
“Oh, look out for the camel! It spits!” cried the girl. Of course, Aaron was drenched in water seconds later.
“Wow, those camels sure can spit!” said the girl.
“Yes they can…” muttered Aaron, wiping water off his face. He covered his ears as the girl screamed some more, even though the ride was pretty slow and very boring. When they finally ‘landed’, Aaron tore off, trying to escape once again. Then he was hit with yet ANOTHER rock, this time in the back.
“Ow!” he yelped, whipping around to see the evil kidnapping girl.
“Hee hee hee.” giggled the evil girl. Aaron glared at her.
“Now you have to go to Fantasy Land,” she said.
“But I don’t…”
That was when the gun came out. Aaron stared at the gun, then thought of the four dart-holes he now possessed. He figured going on some ‘Fantasy Land’ rides wouldn’t be as painful as a fifth.
“Fine. I’ll go on one more, then you have to promise to let me go.”
“I don’t make promises. It’s either go, or feel the pain.”
“…Whatever. I’ll go.”
And the evil girl led him to Fantasy Land at gunpoint.
Aaron stared at his hands, balled into fists, as Pooh Bear, Tigger, and Piglet sang happy songs around him. He was now stuck on the Winnie the Pooh ride, trying to block out the terribly joyful music ringing in his ears. Oooh, how he wished he could listen to his iPod. But, of course, his kidnapper had not given him time to collect his belongings before she kidnapped him.
He looked over at the evil kidnapping girl, who was sitting behind him on the ride, her tranquilizer gun still pointed at him. He couldn’t believe they had let her on with that thing. Especially since it had been pointed at him the whole time. He figured that next time, he’d show them the painful little wounds on his neck to prove her evilness.
Aaron looked back at his fists, wishing he could punch her with one of them. Then again, he could probably be beat up by a Girl Scout. Maybe she was one.
He groaned and covered his ears when they entered the second room, which also contained singing characters. The evil girl prodded him on the back of the head with her gun.
“Listen to the song,” she hissed, and he quickly removed his hands from his ears and put them on his lap, pretending to be obedient. Oh, he would get his revenge. And it would come in the form of two long stripy horns with ubersharp tips.
When they finally emerged from the ride, Aaron was itching to run, but the girl squashed his dreams of fleeing by dragging him off to Peter Pan.
A few minutes later, he was in Snow White.
Then, he had to sit through an excruciatingly long and boring 3-D movie including singing, retarded animated critters, and stupid little kids groping through the air to grab the 3-D images that weren’t truly there.
Oh, joy.
When he finished all of that stuff, the sky was getting darker, and he hoped this might mean the girl would let him go already. But, he was wrong.
“You have to get on the Merry-Go-Round.” said the girl.
“Do I have to?” asked Aaron hopefully.
“Do you want to?”
“Not really. Actually, not at all.”
“Well then…”
“I don’t have to go?”
“No, you still have to go.”
Aaron sighed and walked over to the Merry-Go-Round and headed towards a black horse, only to find the girl already sitting on it, her gun pointed; instead, he was forced to mount the pinkest, girliest one there was.
Right in front of a bunch of little children.
“Hee hee, look, that boy’s riding a pink pony!” giggled one little girl.
“Ha ha, that’s funny!” snorted a little boy.
“Shut up,” Aaron growled.
“Be nice to the children.” said the evil girl, poking him with her gun.
Aaron was silent as the pink plastic pony pranced around in circles along with the rest of the fake horses in the ride. When it finished, Aaron was feeling terribly noxious and wanted to escape more than ever.
“Are you feeling sick?” asked the evil girl.
“Yeah…” moaned Aaron, staggering off the stupid pony and stumbling away from the ride.
“Good. Now we’ll go on the Tea-Cup ride.”
“NO! I feel terrible, and you’re gonna’ make me get on THAT thing?!” cried Aaron furiously.
“Yes. Now go on the ride, or I’ll shoot you.”
“I…” Aaron stared at the gun pointed at his forehead, his eyes dulling with despair.
“If I die, it’s your fault.”
Aaron didn’t die.
But he did throw up.
And he almost passed out.
Poor Aaron.
“Now that that torture is…” began Aaron, but he stopped short, coughing harshly. He was paler than usual, his face like paper, and he was shaking violently. “…over. I have to go before someone sees me and takes me to a hospital… (Though, anything would be better than here.)”
“Fine. One more ride, of my choice, then you can go.” said the evil girl.
Aaron’s eyes bulged. “WHAT can you do to me that you haven’t already done?!”
“It’s a Small World.”
Aaron almost had a heart attack.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“NO.”
BAM!
It’s a small world after all, it’s a small world after all~!
Aaron woke up on a crummy little boat, riding into the happy tunnel of It’s a Small World. Sicker than ever, he struggled to sit up straight, but had no strength at all and had to crouch over with his head on the seat in front of him. Curled like this, he could see the fifth dart, its tail the only thing visible (as in, that was the only thing not in his SKIN), and pulled it out, letting it drop to the floor of the boat. The evil girl poked him in the back with her gun. “Sit up.”
Aaron forced himself halfway up. “What?”
“Sing the song,” she said with an evil grin.
“No.”
“I said SING the SONG.”
Aaron sighed and muttered flatly, and not along with the tune, “It’s a small world after all.”
“Sing it, don’t say it!”
“It’s a small world after all…” he put it to the tune, but still said it, not sang it.
“SING.” She jabbed in forcefully in the back with her gun.
“It’s a small world after all~!” Aaron yelped, imitating the terrible high-pitched horror movie voices of the puppets.
The girl’s evil grin widened from ear to ear and she screeched, “IT’S A SMALL WORLD AFTER AAAALLL!!!”
Aaron muttered along, crouching down again and resting on the row in front of him, which, somehow, was empty. “It’s…a…&*$#*$@ world after all…”
Aaron was out of the ride. He was out, he was alive, and most of all, he was free. The girl waved her gun at him, glaring at him a little reluctantly as he dashed away, as if she had enjoyed torturing him. Not any more.
He finally made it to the turnstile to get out, gasping for air and shaking madly from fatigue, when a Disney Worker popped up in front of him.
“Hello! Would you like to come back later?” she asked in a horribly cheery voice.
“No.” said Aaron. He made a move to go past her, but she blocked his way.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” muttered Aaron angrily.
“Are you…positive?”
That voice. That smile. Those stupid Mickey Mouse ears.
Aaron couldn’t take it anymore.
He began to transform into a dragon, his body stretching and growing scales. Horns and claws appeared, along with fangs and a dark black mane. His tail whipped around furiously as he roared at all the people around him.
He shot off into the sky, his body flowing like a dark ribbon in the wind. Freedom! He was free at last!
Wait a second.
He had just escaped from the ‘’Happiest Place on Earth”.
Oh, the irony.
