Affirmation (continuation of Part 1)
I finally finished typing up Affirmation, so now it's pretty much complete. In honor, here is the continuation of Part 1.
Title: Affirmation
Author: Shinigami518
Rating: PG-13, but with some bits of R in it
Main Character(s) and/or pairings: Ryan/Colin (which'll happen near the end), Ryan/Pat, Colin/Deb, Tony/Paul (later chapters), Jeff/Greg (one-sided)
Summary: A crazy woman abducts Ryan, Colin, their wives, Greg, Drew, Wayne, Brad, and Chip. Pat and Deb are released with only minor injuries, but the guys are still missing. Three college students end up stumbling into this crazed plan by accident and have to help the guys find a way to escape, but there are several big problems they have to overcome.
December 8th
The news media ran the story for several days since it was confirmed by the police. A missing report for nine adults: seven men and two women. It was ignored by those that were not interested in the subject. Those that were interested talked about it at work, at school, at home, at bars, and on the internet message boards. The fans came up with theories and commented on what was true and what was revealed on the news. Despite this, there was one definite truth:
Ryan and Pat Stiles, Colin and Debra Mochrie, Drew Carey, Greg Proops, Wayne Brady, Brad Sherwood, and Chip Esten were missing.
A chat room from a Whose Line Fansite:
Tonylver3285: OMG! Did you hear?
Whosergal10: Yeah! OoO Ryan, Colin, their wives, Drew, Greg, Wayne, Brad and Chip - all missing!!
Ryanishot: Its like something out ofa movie!
Hoedownhero: Or a bad fanfic >_>
Tonylver3285: Anyone knows what happened?
Fryforprimeminister: You mean like where they were last?
Clivesdaughter: My dad is a police detective. He said they were last seen heading into a bar somewhere in Albany NY. Lark Tavern, I think.
Whosergal10: (raises eyebrow) Are you sure?
Ryanishot: Maybe some psycho woman abducted them & planted them in Australa to survive alone in the wilderness!
Ryanishot: *Australia
ColinsMeow: C’mon! That a combination of two fanfics from the Fondu website, asshole! >_< This is REAL, man!
Ryanishot: >_>
ColinsMeow: Oh, srry ^_^;;;
(Karma has entered the room)
Karma: You are all fools. You really think that Whose Line is the best show ever, but it’s not! And now, those that you idolize will feel the wrath of Karma!!
(Karma has left the room)
Tonylver3285: O_o
Fryforprimeminister: O_O
Whosergal10: WTH?!
Hoedownhero: Someone ban that idit!
Ryanishot: Ya think that guy or girl was tellin’ the truth?
Tonylver3285: Who knows? It was probably some dumbass WLIIA-hater.
ColinsMeow: Yeah.
Clivesdaughter: Maybe he or she was telling the truth?
Hoedownhero: Yeah and maybe Greg really was in love with Clive and the banter was all foreplay!
ColinsMeow: O_o…WTF is wrong with you?
Fryforprimeminister: LMAO!
Tonylver3285: Yeah! Besides, Tony has had Greg by the balls since their first game together!
Clivesdaughter: HELL YEAH!!!
Ryanishot: XD!
Whosergal10: I thought something was going on with Tony and Paul, though…
An unidentified location…
“Oh… man… What did I do last night?” Greg asked out loud, shaking his pounding head. Blinking his eyes several times, he noticed he was in a plain grayish-blue room. He also noticed that he was sitting on a metal chair. He then tried to stand up, but realized he couldn’t. Looking down at himself, he saw why.
He was tied to the chair. Cursing softly, he scanned the room. There were several chairs and a table in the room. Next to him, at either side with him in the middle, were Ryan, Colin, Drew, Wayne, Brad and Chip, still unconscious and tied to chairs as well. All seven were placed in a straight line against a wall of the room.
“Guys…. Hey guys?!” Greg asked, hoping they were ok. A few seconds later, they started to come too, one right after another.
“Oh, my head…” Chip muttered, shaking his head.
“Damn, what hit me?” Brad asked, groggily.
“Anyone got the number on that bus that ran over me?” Ryan asked, blinking a few times.
“Where are we?” Wayne wondered, looking around the room. Greg shrugged his shoulders.
“Dunno, I just woke up,” Greg commented. He then added, “I told you that party was suspicious! You should’ve listened to me.”
“Yes, Greg, you were right this time, but don’t make a habit out of it.” Drew said sarcastically, raising his pounding head. Greg stuck out his tongue at him because if his arms were free, he would’ve given Drew the one finger salute.
Colin, looking around the room, then made a startling comment.
“Where’re Deb and Pat?” he asked, worried. Ryan looked around the room, noticing that neither Pat nor Deb was in the room with them.
“If anything happened to them, I swear I’ll…” Ryan began, feeling angry and a bit helpless over the fact that his wife was in trouble and he couldn’t do anything. Colin couldn’t help but stare at Ryan, watching him vent. He felt helpless as well, but not just for the fact his wife was in trouble, but his best friend was hurting and there was nothing he could do.
The door to the room opened and several people walked into the room. In entered the waitress from the tavern, eight tough looking men and a woman with auburn hair and cold blue eyes.
“It’s the waitress from the bar - the one that gave us the drinks.” Wayne exclaimed. The woman, the waitress and the men stood on the other side of the room. The Auburn haired woman walked up to the men, an expressionless look on her face.
“All right, who are you and why you-?” Greg began, trying to stand up, which was already tough with him being tied to the chair.
“SIT THE FUCK DOWN AND SHUT THE GOD DAMN HELL UP!!” the auburn haired woman snapped. Greg blinked a few times before sitting back down; making the chair he was tied to rock slightly.
“Like Greg said, who are you?” Wayne asked, calmly.
“Just call me Lolita Ren, gentlemen.” Lolita replied, walking in front of Drew.
“‘Lolita Ren?’” Greg mouthed silently to Drew.
“Why’d you kidnap us? What’ve we ever done to you?” Drew asked, scanning Lolita’s body. She was attractive, wearing a black angora sweater over a black turtleneck, form fitting black jeans and black high healed boots.
“You have NO idea what you men have done to my life! You think you’re SO funny with your little show where you make your jokes and have your fun making fun of everything and anything. It’s nothing more than a stupid clone of Saturday Night Live!” Lolita stated, walking back and forth in front of the seven men.
“It was NOT a clone of-!” Brad began to say, but Lolita slapped him across the face, silencing him. Chip jumped slightly to the sound of Lolita’s hand making contact with Brad’s face and Wayne winced at the sound as well.
“You will SPEAK when spoken to, Sherwood!” she snapped. Brad gave her a dirty look, immediately not liking the woman anymore. Lolita continued walking and talking.
“I’ve thought up of many ways of dealing with my hatred, from e-mails to message board posts to live journal entries. They only fueled my hatred towards you and your show, but then it came to me in a flash of insight.” She stopped walking, now in front of Ryan and Colin.
“I sent out fake invites to all of your websites thanks to a good friend who’s an expert in finding anyone in the world. All I had to do was write up the invites, get some old friends to pretend to be locals and workers at a bar I frequent and plant sleeping tablets in your drinks to knock you all out. Now I shall have my vengeance.” Lolita finished, placing her hands on her hips.
“What have you done to our wives?” Colin asked angrily.
“If you hurt them…” Ryan added, glaring daggers at the woman.
“They are fine. You shouldn’t worry. I just needed a little something from them… and they gladly gave it to me.” Lolita answered, smirking slightly. Ryan let out a soft growl, trying to break free from his bindings.
“What’re you gonna do to us?” Chip asked, sounding worried. Lolita motioned to the group of men and the “waitress” to come forward.
“Don’t worry, you’ll find out soon enough…” She smirked evilly as all seven men were surrounded by the 10 mean looking folks that walked towards them.
Part two will come very soon, so stay tooned.
Title: Affirmation
Author: Shinigami518
Rating: PG-13, but with some bits of R in it
Main Character(s) and/or pairings: Ryan/Colin (which'll happen near the end), Ryan/Pat, Colin/Deb, Tony/Paul (later chapters), Jeff/Greg (one-sided)
Summary: A crazy woman abducts Ryan, Colin, their wives, Greg, Drew, Wayne, Brad, and Chip. Pat and Deb are released with only minor injuries, but the guys are still missing. Three college students end up stumbling into this crazed plan by accident and have to help the guys find a way to escape, but there are several big problems they have to overcome.
December 8th
The news media ran the story for several days since it was confirmed by the police. A missing report for nine adults: seven men and two women. It was ignored by those that were not interested in the subject. Those that were interested talked about it at work, at school, at home, at bars, and on the internet message boards. The fans came up with theories and commented on what was true and what was revealed on the news. Despite this, there was one definite truth:
Ryan and Pat Stiles, Colin and Debra Mochrie, Drew Carey, Greg Proops, Wayne Brady, Brad Sherwood, and Chip Esten were missing.
A chat room from a Whose Line Fansite:
Tonylver3285: OMG! Did you hear?
Whosergal10: Yeah! OoO Ryan, Colin, their wives, Drew, Greg, Wayne, Brad and Chip - all missing!!
Ryanishot: Its like something out ofa movie!
Hoedownhero: Or a bad fanfic >_>
Tonylver3285: Anyone knows what happened?
Fryforprimeminister: You mean like where they were last?
Clivesdaughter: My dad is a police detective. He said they were last seen heading into a bar somewhere in Albany NY. Lark Tavern, I think.
Whosergal10: (raises eyebrow) Are you sure?
Ryanishot: Maybe some psycho woman abducted them & planted them in Australa to survive alone in the wilderness!
Ryanishot: *Australia
ColinsMeow: C’mon! That a combination of two fanfics from the Fondu website, asshole! >_< This is REAL, man!
Ryanishot: >_>
ColinsMeow: Oh, srry ^_^;;;
(Karma has entered the room)
Karma: You are all fools. You really think that Whose Line is the best show ever, but it’s not! And now, those that you idolize will feel the wrath of Karma!!
(Karma has left the room)
Tonylver3285: O_o
Fryforprimeminister: O_O
Whosergal10: WTH?!
Hoedownhero: Someone ban that idit!
Ryanishot: Ya think that guy or girl was tellin’ the truth?
Tonylver3285: Who knows? It was probably some dumbass WLIIA-hater.
ColinsMeow: Yeah.
Clivesdaughter: Maybe he or she was telling the truth?
Hoedownhero: Yeah and maybe Greg really was in love with Clive and the banter was all foreplay!
ColinsMeow: O_o…WTF is wrong with you?
Fryforprimeminister: LMAO!
Tonylver3285: Yeah! Besides, Tony has had Greg by the balls since their first game together!
Clivesdaughter: HELL YEAH!!!
Ryanishot: XD!
Whosergal10: I thought something was going on with Tony and Paul, though…
An unidentified location…
“Oh… man… What did I do last night?” Greg asked out loud, shaking his pounding head. Blinking his eyes several times, he noticed he was in a plain grayish-blue room. He also noticed that he was sitting on a metal chair. He then tried to stand up, but realized he couldn’t. Looking down at himself, he saw why.
He was tied to the chair. Cursing softly, he scanned the room. There were several chairs and a table in the room. Next to him, at either side with him in the middle, were Ryan, Colin, Drew, Wayne, Brad and Chip, still unconscious and tied to chairs as well. All seven were placed in a straight line against a wall of the room.
“Guys…. Hey guys?!” Greg asked, hoping they were ok. A few seconds later, they started to come too, one right after another.
“Oh, my head…” Chip muttered, shaking his head.
“Damn, what hit me?” Brad asked, groggily.
“Anyone got the number on that bus that ran over me?” Ryan asked, blinking a few times.
“Where are we?” Wayne wondered, looking around the room. Greg shrugged his shoulders.
“Dunno, I just woke up,” Greg commented. He then added, “I told you that party was suspicious! You should’ve listened to me.”
“Yes, Greg, you were right this time, but don’t make a habit out of it.” Drew said sarcastically, raising his pounding head. Greg stuck out his tongue at him because if his arms were free, he would’ve given Drew the one finger salute.
Colin, looking around the room, then made a startling comment.
“Where’re Deb and Pat?” he asked, worried. Ryan looked around the room, noticing that neither Pat nor Deb was in the room with them.
“If anything happened to them, I swear I’ll…” Ryan began, feeling angry and a bit helpless over the fact that his wife was in trouble and he couldn’t do anything. Colin couldn’t help but stare at Ryan, watching him vent. He felt helpless as well, but not just for the fact his wife was in trouble, but his best friend was hurting and there was nothing he could do.
The door to the room opened and several people walked into the room. In entered the waitress from the tavern, eight tough looking men and a woman with auburn hair and cold blue eyes.
“It’s the waitress from the bar - the one that gave us the drinks.” Wayne exclaimed. The woman, the waitress and the men stood on the other side of the room. The Auburn haired woman walked up to the men, an expressionless look on her face.
“All right, who are you and why you-?” Greg began, trying to stand up, which was already tough with him being tied to the chair.
“SIT THE FUCK DOWN AND SHUT THE GOD DAMN HELL UP!!” the auburn haired woman snapped. Greg blinked a few times before sitting back down; making the chair he was tied to rock slightly.
“Like Greg said, who are you?” Wayne asked, calmly.
“Just call me Lolita Ren, gentlemen.” Lolita replied, walking in front of Drew.
“‘Lolita Ren?’” Greg mouthed silently to Drew.
“Why’d you kidnap us? What’ve we ever done to you?” Drew asked, scanning Lolita’s body. She was attractive, wearing a black angora sweater over a black turtleneck, form fitting black jeans and black high healed boots.
“You have NO idea what you men have done to my life! You think you’re SO funny with your little show where you make your jokes and have your fun making fun of everything and anything. It’s nothing more than a stupid clone of Saturday Night Live!” Lolita stated, walking back and forth in front of the seven men.
“It was NOT a clone of-!” Brad began to say, but Lolita slapped him across the face, silencing him. Chip jumped slightly to the sound of Lolita’s hand making contact with Brad’s face and Wayne winced at the sound as well.
“You will SPEAK when spoken to, Sherwood!” she snapped. Brad gave her a dirty look, immediately not liking the woman anymore. Lolita continued walking and talking.
“I’ve thought up of many ways of dealing with my hatred, from e-mails to message board posts to live journal entries. They only fueled my hatred towards you and your show, but then it came to me in a flash of insight.” She stopped walking, now in front of Ryan and Colin.
“I sent out fake invites to all of your websites thanks to a good friend who’s an expert in finding anyone in the world. All I had to do was write up the invites, get some old friends to pretend to be locals and workers at a bar I frequent and plant sleeping tablets in your drinks to knock you all out. Now I shall have my vengeance.” Lolita finished, placing her hands on her hips.
“What have you done to our wives?” Colin asked angrily.
“If you hurt them…” Ryan added, glaring daggers at the woman.
“They are fine. You shouldn’t worry. I just needed a little something from them… and they gladly gave it to me.” Lolita answered, smirking slightly. Ryan let out a soft growl, trying to break free from his bindings.
“What’re you gonna do to us?” Chip asked, sounding worried. Lolita motioned to the group of men and the “waitress” to come forward.
“Don’t worry, you’ll find out soon enough…” She smirked evilly as all seven men were surrounded by the 10 mean looking folks that walked towards them.
Part two will come very soon, so stay tooned.