The Diary Of My Imminent Doom

Chapter 6

A/N

Heya! So, this one is where it starts to get a bit deeper, and it may not be as funny as previous entries. I'll aim for milk-coming-outta-your-nose-funny next time, yeah?

Sorry for the wait, but I've got all this extra stuff, and the only chances I really get to update are Wednesday afternoon and Thursday morning, which doesn't leave much time for writing. I also feel like I've forgotten something this entry, but I'm sure I haven't.

This is getting boring! So! Onwards and out, or whatever you say.

14/8/15

Dear Diary,

It's Day 3 of slum living. It's actually been alright, since I've been staying with Ross. He didn't ask questions, and neither did his mom. My liking for her immediately went up. I learnt a lot more about him, too. Like his parents are divorced, and he was considering suicide for most of seventh grade. But enough of the deep stuff. I was currently standing on the edge of a building, looking out at the view. The wind was really strong up here, I actually don't know how I was still standing. Maybe it's a new skill! About time I get one, seeing as Angel has a freaking barge of 'em. I heard a tap behind me, and spun, losing my footing and slipping backwards.

"Ow..." I grumbled, rubbing my head. A chuckle sounded from above me. Holy crap, is this guy just gonna start showing up everywhere? I scowled.

"Your plan worked. Are you happy?" I asked.

"Ah, not yet. You know, Gasman, I think Fang deserved that," the guy from the bathroom said. I raised my eyebrows.

"Oh, great. My stalker agrees with me. What did I do to deserve this, huh? Was it all the toxic farting? The pranks? The explosives?" I asked.

"Oh, no, nothing bad. I just thought I'd show you what you were up against. Try to fight me," he said assuringly. Somehow, I wasn't assured. But I did it anyway. I launched myself at him, sending a punch to his gut. Or, I tried to. So, before I explain what happened, I am unnaturally fast for a teenage boy. Nearly teenage boy. Fourteen days. And I am pretty strong, too. But this guy...he moved like...something fast. A cheetah. Yeah. He was really fast, and he caught my punch, threw me to the ground, and stood over me. All before I could blink an eye.

"Generation 95. Nothings better," he crowed. I lifted my head a little.

"What about Gen 96?" I asked weakly.

"There is none. Nothing can be more advanced than Generation 95. You should go home, Gasman. The others need you. In more ways than one." My brow furrowed at that

"Wha-" and then stalker dude pushed me off the roof. My wings snapped out instinctively, and when I looked back, he was gone. And I didn't get his name. Again. Come on! I zoomed home, and ran through the door, eyes darting around.

"Gazzy? Is that you? Please say it's you," I heard someone plead. It felt really...cold. I pulled my beanie out of my pocket and jammed it on my head.

"Yeah. It's me. Where are you guys?" I called.

"The living room. It's...it's bad," I recognized the voice as Nudge's. Before I could enter, she came running out of the living room, and hugged me. I felt her sobbing, so I put my arms around her.

"What happened?" I asked seriously. Nudge pulled away from me and wiped her eyes.

"Follow me," she said quietly. She grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the lounge. On the couch was a shivering figure, bleeding in various places. Then I got a look at their face.

"Angel?!" I exclaimed in horror, rushing forward.

"Stay back!" Fang and Iggy yelled, while Nudge held me back.

"What? Why? Angel's my sister! My actual sister!" I struggled against Nudge, but jeez, she's strong. I stared at Angel. Her face was scarily pale, and bruised. She was rail thin, and had cuts everywhere. Iggy pointed wordlessly to where Max lay crumpled on the ground beside the couch. Angel's hand was clamped firmly around her wrist, her face twisted in agony.

"What the hell happened?" I demanded, facing the other three.

"We don't know. One minute, she was asleep, then she woke up screaming like...this. When Max went to help her, she grabbed her wrist, and she's been like that since then," Iggy said quietly.

"When?" I breathed out.

"Two days," Fang said. That was...the day I left. Oh my God. I rubbed my face, then looked up.

"Do you believe me about that guy now? He told me to come back here..."

"Yeah. It must be him. But...why?" Fang asked.

"I don't know. I really don't."

The rest of the day passed by painfully slowly. Iggy didn't crack one joke. Nudge barely spoke. I didn't blow anything up. It was odd, without Max and Angel. At dinner, we had a meeting.

"What do we do about this guy? And...the others." Nudge questioned. I shook my head and took a bite of my pasta.

"We can't really do anything. So I guess we just wait," I said. They nodded.

"God, I wish Max and Angel were here. I miss them fighting. And I never thought I'd ever be saying that," Iggy mused.

"Well, I guess we just have to make do until they wake up. Which they will," I said firmly. I hoped.

We had just finished dinner. And had to walk back through the lounge to get to our rooms. As my eyes landed on Angel, I froze. So did the others. Fang walked up to Max, but made sure to stay a safe distance away. I heard him whisper something before turning around.

"Guys, we have to find this person. If they can do...this," he gestured behind him, "then they need to be stopped." I think he said something else, too, but I was tuning it out. Why? Because when Fang turned around, he'd inched closer to Max. And Max's hand had begun to move. Holy freaky fajitas.

"Fang..." I trailed off. Nudge let out a squeak.

"MOVE!" I shouted at him. His face dawned with comprehension, or however you say it, and he leaped towards us. But he was too late. Max's hand was now latched around his calf, and he face-planted. In another circumstance, I would've laughed. But not now. We, well, me and Nudge, since Iggy's blind, watched in horror as his face paled, and contorted. Oh no .

"Crap. This is...crap," Iggy said helplessly. I nodded. Even Nudge was quiet. That's the second time I've mentioned her being quiet today. Yikes. Maybe we should go get her head checked? Knock. Knock. Knock. I jumped.

"The door!" I yelled, running toward it. Iggy and Nudge followed closely behind me. I opened the door, and saw two smiling faces. Ella and the reason Iggy is not with her yet: Shaw Akers. Well, I'm guessing, since they were holding hands. But maybe that's just me.

"Hi, guys! I want you to meet my boyfriend, Shaw Akers," Ella introduced. "Shaw, these are my friends, Iggy, Nudge and Gazzy." And Gazzy? Why the heck was I last? But Iggy was first...that might mean she likes him more than me and Nudge...I can go all matchmaker on them! Last time I tried that, though, it didn't go so well...

"Where's the others?" Grammar, Ella. Tsk tsk. Wait. The others. Who were currently having long term seizures on the couch and floor.

"Ewak, hikkadu, fyre hil," I said quietly. Our secret code comes in handy sometimes. Nudge and Iggy raced off. Leaving me to distract them.

"Come in. I think Angel's already asleep, and Max and Fang are...who knows where doing who knows what." I stubbed my toe on the doorstep as I closed it. "Ow! Damn." And, just like that, I had a plan. It was a dumb plan, but it was still a plan, right? I lunged toward the wall, smashed against it, and collapsed on the floor. Oh my god, that was the dumbest thing I have ever done in my life. Nothing can describe the pain-

"Gazzy! Holy crap, are you okay?" Ella asked, crouching beside me. I groaned and grabbed my head.

"Ow. Ow. That was dumb. Ow. Really stupid," I moaned.

"Gazzy. Are you okay?" She asked again. She doesn't really look like Max, you know. Apart from the eyes.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She looked confused.

"Of course I am. I'm asking about you-" I cut her off.

"I mean, don't you feel anything for Iggy? He likes you, you know," I said amiably. What was I doing? Oh, my god, I am gonna be killed. More than once! You heard it here first Diary! "And then you're just dating this guy in his face. Then you bring him around here, I mean, didn't you see his face?" It was the hit. I got a concussion. Major one. I wasn't thinking straight. Would Ella believe me? I clamped my hand over my mouth, refusing to say anything else.

"YIKLE FERMIT!" I shouted, before standing up. "Sorry," I apologized, before hightailing it to Iggy's room. I wasn't spending my time in my room, not after that. Knowing my karma, I'd probably end up being murdered.

Well. That was pleasant.

An hour or so later, I heard Iggy trudging up the stairs.

"Hiya," I said as he entered.

"So. I know what you said," he began, taking a seat beside me on the bed. I shifted nervously.

"How? Did your hearing get magically better?" I asked curiously. For us, it wasn't totally out of the question.

"No. Ella cornered me," he replied. I winced, yeesh, that must've been unpleasant. I was about to speak, but Iggy beat me to it.

"I'm pretty sure she's angry. I don't know why," he said slowly. "It's just confusing, you know? Well, I don't think you're having girl problems," he added bitterly. I jumped in.

"Au contraire! There's this one hot girl in my class..." I trailed off.

"No. You don't actually know what it feels like, do you? I appreciate the...help, but I've got it under control. You go back to your hot fourteen year olds, and I'll go back to pranking everyone in senior year. Cool?" He said, not looking at me. I mean, not that he could, but he could at least look where he thought my face was.

"Yeah, okay," I whispered, before heading back down the stairs.

There's only three of us left. I probably messed up Iggy's chance with Ella. I have to spend the night in my horror movie murder room.

And all this happened the day I came back. Wow. Just shows how great of a person I am.

And if you didn't get the sarcasm there, Diary, I really will chuck you out.

I just realized. Total. I've forgotten Total again. And I can't just add him in. Ah well. Next entry. Which will be up in a few days. I hope.