Nemesis: Yoyo
“Oh, come on! I did not tell you to jump off a freaking cliff!” Yoyo shouted at the television set on the shelf above her. The screen faded to black and Yoyo stared despondently at the television, hitting the pause button on her controller. Grumbling still, she turned around and typed on the laptop sitting next to her. “You leap right off the cliff, even though I told you to jump the other way. Why, huh? Cheese…” Yoyo wrapped her blanket tighter around her shoulders, regardless of the fact that it was the middle of summer. One of the programs on her computer began blinking and she began typing again. “Ah, there’s an idea. Ama could always begin throwing out random theories and nonsense before…Before…” Yoyo stopped and grabbed one of the scraps of paper sitting on the floor beside her. She skimmed it quickly before dropping it and returning to her computer. “Before Clair gets fed up and murders the fool. Sweet.” She began typing faster, still ignoring the game screen asking her if she would like to continue her game.
Some time later, she spun toward the television, rearranged her blanket for the millionth time in the last half hour, and settled down to continue her game. A brilliant flash of light and a strange popping sound from the next room distracted her. She tilted her head slightly as she tried to figure out what she had just seen and heard. A light was coming from under the door of the closet in the other room, flickering white and purple.
“What on earth?” Yoyo muttered, standing slowly. “Aaron, are you in there? No, he’s gone… What the heck?” She walked over to the door and was just about to open it, when it opened on its own.
Two hollow “thunks” on the other side of the door and loud groans of protest told her that two heads had connected with the wall directly across from the closet. “You guys okay?” she called, silently wishing the closet door did not open in a way that blocked access and sight into that bedroom.
“Yeah,” a somewhat gruff voice responded.
“It’s rather small in there,” a second, no less gruff voice added.
“Well, it is a closet,” Yoyo said, backing away from the door and grabbing a pencil from the ground. “How did you get in there?” The door swung shut, revealing two young men in strange clothing. “That would be our secret,” the first said as he took a step forward.
“Well, I think I’d like to know the secret since that’s sort of my brother’s closet.” Yoyo took another step backward, knocking over her drink. She swooped down and set it on her laptop.
The man farther back shrugged his shoulders. “You’ve heard that the government plans on building secret tunnels into every closet in the country so they will have easy access to information, haven’t you?”
Yoyo’s eyes widened a moment before she laughed. “Yeah right, that’s not even logical.”
The man crossed his arms and looked down the bridge of his nose at her. “You only think it is illogical. It will happen.”
“Right, and you are?”
“That is Ama and the almighty I am Des,” the man closer to her said. He cracked his knuckles and grinned. “We’re here for you.”
“That’s sweet, but I, uh, have two boyfriends and don’t need two more. Thanks for the offer, though.” Yoyo turned and raced through the nearest doorway she could reach and slammed the door shut. She sat in front of the door, hoping the wood would hold as Des began pounding on it.
“Calm down, Des,” Ama said, though his voice could hardly be heard through the pounding. “If we both run at the door together, we’ll have no problem getting in there. We just have to be quiet and quick.”
Des nodded in understanding and they charged the door together; the door swung open as they reached it. Des kept going and ran into a dresser; Ama seemed to have been prepared for this and had stopped. He reached behind the door and grabbed Yoyo by the arms. She kicked wildly, trying to kick him in the knees but missed more often than she hit.
“Hurry up and grab her legs so we can get out of here,” Ama shouted over the angry shouts of his prisoner. Des regained his footing, though he now limped slightly from ramming his knee into an open drawer. He grabbed Yoyo’s legs and the two made their way back to the closet.
“Wait! Hold up! Can you at least get my Dr. Pepper and glasses from by the computer, please?” Yoyo pleaded. “Maybe some shoes? Pants? A T-shirt? If I’m going to be kidnapped, I’d like to have some normal clothing.”
Des and Ama looked at each other; Ama nodded and Des let go of Yoyo’s legs to retrieve the closest item at hand: her glasses. Yoyo used her momentary freedom to make one last attempt to escape, but Ama had a firm grip on her.
“I don’t think so,” he murmured in her ear as Des returned. All three squeezed into the closet, then, and vanished in a confusing blur of lights and sounds. |