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Chaos and madness seem to be the order of the day. First is the worst of it. Remember the PDH-ZA? Well, she's sick. Or something. She's passed out. I got her some flowers and a get-well-card. I feel so awful about the way I've treated her. I don't know why. Beth's still a zombie. But I guess she's still a person, too. Nothing makes sense anymore. On a good note, I'm actually proving to be useful to the team. Last night I was at least right three times! Maybe some of Mr. Harris is starting to rub off on me. I hope I can learn to step back and see the big picture like he does. Ramone disappeared last night after trying to warn me about some zombies. We found his empty clothes and cane in a phone booth. I was afraid that the zombies he warned me about were really fast and invisible (hey, it could happen! We've seen all sorts of other weird stuff!), so I warned everyone about the zombies. Elizabeth (that's the girl we met last night) didn't seem to think that I might be right about the zombies, but since I was on a roll, Mr. Harris decided to give me a chance to explain. Natalie went off half-cocked looking for him (I was sure the zombies had picked him clean), driving around in her SlayerMobile. Fortunately, Ramone gave us a call. He was mistaken about the zombies, and a teleportation spell went awry, and it teleported him, but not his clothes. He beamed back to the library, then called me. So I tried raising Natalie on the horn. When she finally picked up, I told her Ramone had just called, and he's in the library. Anyway, after everything else was sorted out, and we told Beth that her ex had escaped, she kind of passed out. I was kinda worried. I mean, I know she's a zombie and all, but she works with us. She's one of us. But because she's undead, she doesn't have any vital signs to check to make certain that she didn't de-animate. So I got the idea to take her back to Ramone and have him check to see if the spell that made her act not dead was still on her. He said it was, so that's a relief. The girls took her back to her room and laid her down. We also tried to read up on this Order of the Spear thing, but we got nada. Only that it's a mysterious organization that nobody knows anything about. I could have told them that. However, I went through Mr. Harris' big book of magic stuph looking for spears that they might be the order of. I tried to focus on the ones that were confirmed lost and the ones dismissed as myth. I think this coded spell might be to find a magic spear lost in a hell dimension. The next day, Ramone did a spell-sweep of the greater Huntington area looking for places of mystic blackness cuz that might be where Nick might be hiding. I guess it was like an IR check like they do on movies where people can turn invisible and checking for what's not hot. This one place in town, along with the town hall, came up black. So Heather and I ran over to the county courthouse and checked up some records to see who the house belongs to, as well as checking his family history and what-not. He's married, with kids, has been on the town council a long time, and he doesn't get along well with Mr. McCallister. That means he can't be all bad. But maybe he's a wizard like Ramone and he knows something bad's going down in town. Heather and I are going to visit him. She's going to have to do most of the talking. I'd like to do the talking, but she's been into this whole Slayer bit for longer than me, and she might be up on the lingo. After all, I've never heard Mr. Harris call anything a PDH. I hope this guy's one of the good ones. If he isn't, I think there might be trouble. Elizabeth, Natalie, and Mitran are on patrol for the undead tonight, so that should leave us bookworms to our libraries. I wish we were as tough as she and Mitran. I really look up to them. They're the only older people who don't treat me like just a kid. I feel like I'm part of the gang. Not one of them talks down to me. It's like for the first time, people listen, really listen to me. Finally, I was able to ping the T-100 today from the library. Assimilation of information is slow. I've given it some standard websites and comics to bone up on. I hope it doesn't cram too much UnderPower. I'd hate to have to keep rebuilding it. If it achieves sentience (as I hope this influx of information will cause), I'll probably need to find some manner of holding a soul. Without one, it might be just as mean and nasty as a vampire. After all, without a soul, you don't have a conscience, right? Post a comment in response: |
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