A Whateley Universe/ Loose Cannons Story

VEGAS, BABY, VEGAS!

by

Bek D Corbin

Stuck inside these four walls
Sent inside forever
Never seeing no one nice again like you
Mama you, mama you

If I ever get out of here
Thought of giving it all away
To a registered charity
All I need is a pint a day
If I ever get out of here
If we ever get out of here

Well the rain exploded with a mighty crash
As we fell into the sun<
And the first one said to the second one there
I hope you're having fun

Band on the run
Band on the run<
And the jailer man and sailor sam
Were searching every one

For the band on the run
Band on the run<
For the band on the run
Band on the run

Well the undertaker drew a heavy sigh
Seeing no one else had com<
And a bell was ringing in the village square
For the rabbits on the run

Band on the run
Band on the run<
And the jailer man and sailor sam
Were searching every one

For the band on the run
> Band on the run

Yes the band on the run
Band on the run<
Band on the run<
Band on the run

Well the night was falling as the desert world
Began to settle down<
In the town they're searching for us every where<
Cause we never will be found

Band on the run
Band on the run<
And the county judge who held a grudge
Will search for evermore
For the Band on the run

Paul McCartney, Band on the Run

Part 1

We had to get out of town- hell, out of THE STATE- as quickly as possible. But, as Eddie (in a show of heretofore undemonstrated common sense and tactical savvy) pointed out, it’s better to run smart than it is to run fast. So, among other crafty diversions, I called my brother Kyle, who was a Sophomore at Stanford (‘Oooh… look at me, I go to STANFORD, and I’m a big shot College guy, and Dad doesn’t hate me!’freakin’ coddled legend-in-his-own-mind…), and made out like I was calling for help. Knowing Kyle, he was on the phone to the MCO five seconds after I hung up, or his phone was being bugged, just in case I called there; either way, the authorities are expecting us to head south through San Jose. Instead, we headed the one way that they’d never expect us to go: back through Sacto, on our way up to Lake Tahoe. We ditched the motorcycles in Truckee and then headed over to Reno. We left the SUVs in the last place that anyone would look for them (namely, the local Sheriff’s impound lot), and wasted another couple of days waiting for something that Chris was working on.

A Second Generation Whateley Academy Adventure

The Hand You're Dealt

by

ElrodW

September, 2012
Red Level, ARC

"Well, that's it then," Dr. Paulson, in a white labcoat, said with a heavy sigh to his two colleagues as a door shut behind them. "We're officially out of options."

"So what do we do with her?" the woman in the trio asked, quite obviously frustrated "We can't leave her like that. It's ... it's cruel. She's not living. She's just physically existing." She slumped into a chair, looking defeated.

The second man plopped down, his legs splayed awkwardly as he was too exhausted to sit with anything resembling decorum. Unlike the other two, he was in a neatly-tailored business suit, older, with a balding pate and whitening hair and beard. "I tried every spell I know that might have helped," he said.

Metro 1: Chewing Through The Straps (Part 1)

by null0trooper

A Whateley Academy Story

Imp 6: A Very Imp-ortant Date

By Morpheus

Part 4

New York, Friday evening, Nov 2nd, 2007

It was Friday evening and the official school week had been over for a few hours. The moment the final bell rang, I was out the door and racing to the airport to catch a flight.

Lately, I’d been flying a lot more than I was comfortable with. I wasn’t one of those people who were afraid of heights, or worried that the plane would crash. My issues with flying tended to do more with security, and how I always had to slip past it and onto the plane without being seen. Fortunately, my magic amulet gave me another option, so today, I’d actually flown first class, as Candice Kade, rather than as the Imp.

After I landed in New York and got off the plane, I kept a close watch on my surroundings. After all, the Imp Revenge Squad was still out there, and I couldn’t take it for granted that they wouldn’t somehow figure out my other identity, or where I was.

It was only because I was watching for the IRS, that I noticed someone standing on the other side of security, outside of where my arrival gate let out. To my complete surprise, Ryan was there, holding up a sign that read ‘CHRISTINE’.

I froze, feeling a surge of worry. If he saw me now, there’d be questions about why Candice had just arrived on the flight where he was somehow expecting Christine. Those were questions that I was not about to answer.

A Whateley Academy Story

Absinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice

By Morpheus

Part 3

Monday late morning, Oct 29th, 2007

Crystal Hall was busy, just like it always was during the lunch rush. I was sitting at my usual table, eating with my normal lunch crew, which consisted of Dana, Jinx, and Collin. Fixx and Porcelain were sitting with us today, as they frequently did, when they weren’t with the Underdogs. And today, Cindy and Lina had both joined us as well.

I carefully watched the people walking past as I ate, feeling a little uncomfortable as I did so. There was one boy with nice muscles who made me feel sort of warm and gooey as I watched him. Another boy had a butt that drew my eyes to it, just as much as a nice pair of breasts used to. I let out a faint sigh, then turned my attention back to the table, and Collin. He was definitely a cutie, and it still felt wrong to think that.