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[strike_you_out]

 [ 726 Anderson, several hours after school is let out; the sun is still shining down but the shadows have grown long.

Kneeling in the driveway is a boy in a ball cap with a box of chalk. He's been here for the past hour furiously scribbling out and solving tedious multiplication and long division problems in preparation for an upcoming exam. While

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[godisachild]

[Well, that was fun, being gotten up at the crack of dawn the day after his murder. He'll just be walking home like a little grump now and

OH MY GOD.

Pokey's breathing increases substantially, just staring at Slugger. Move. He needs to move. Why can't he move.

He's just...standing there. Staring in terror and unable to get himself to keep moving.]

[insectoidalien]

Guess I'll catch, then!

[Tak crouches behind home plate, whispering an aside to Pokey.]

Don't swing. Let me catch it.

[godisachild]

[Pokey just nods a little as Tak speaks, lining up to make it look like he'll be ready to swing when Slugger throws the ball.]

Ready when you are.

[strike_you_out]

[In a bizarre twist of fate, Slugger takes his place at the pitcher's mound where he winds up and throws the ball with all the skill of a generic drone boy.

At the very least, the ball will make it to the catcher.]

[insectoidalien]

[Tak catches it easily. She leans back like she's just going to job it back, but hurls it with all the strength she can muster. Straight at Slugger's head.]

[strike_you_out]

[Slugger is still trying to determine whether or not that would count as a strike when there is suddenly a baseball colliding with his head right between the eyes.

The next thing he sees is clouds and sky as he's now lying flat on his back on the ground. He sits up woozily, bleeding a bit from the nose but still smiling.]

Hey, you've got a strong arm.

Maybe you should pitch.

[insectoidalien]

[Huh.]

Alright.

[She switches places with Slugger and pitches hard, trying to bean him again. If it still doesn't work, maybe Pokey can catch him in the face when he swings.]

[godisachild]

[And swing he will. An incredibly wide one to try and hit Slugger. It's taking every bit of self control he has to not go wild and start just swinging at Slugger in general.]

[strike_you_out]

[By now Slugger is short a few teeth and on the verge of concussion. What finally does him in is Pokey's purposely misguided swing to the head.

This time the drone doesn't get back up and instead lies there on the ground, drooling and unconscious.]

[insectoidalien]

Finally.

[Tak grabs a couple of limbs and slings Slugger across her shoulders.]

Where now? We cannot take him to where I live.

[godisachild]

[Pokey's still shaking, and he just barely keeps from swinging the bat at Slugger again, now that Tak's carrying him.]

....

My garage. Why not. Freak already knows where I live. We'll put a tarp down and hope my "brother" doesn't show up.

[insectoidalien]

Sounds good. Let's move quickly. I don't want to be seen dragging this boy around.

[She readjusts Slugger's body and starts moving]

[godisachild]

[Sounds good to Pokey. He doesn't have any real complaints, so he'll try to move the fast he can.]

The voice you used when talking to him...

Has anyone really bought that as natural sounding?

Hey. Hey guys. Do we move to a log or handwave everything?

[insectoidalien]

yes in fact, they have.

[SHE IS THE BEST INVADER, SHUT YO YAP.]

I vote handwave, since it'd basically be a repeat of the last autopsy

[godisachild]

Huh.

Weren't kidding about the humans you know being stupid, huh?

Whatever you guys want. :)

[strike_you_out]

[Just hangs limply from Tak's shoulders, face bleeding and still frozen with a smile.]