Pastafairan's POV:
I walked on the sidewalk, looking for my brother. I held the pocket knife, preparing to attack any sort of guard or cop. I searched through my old home I grew up in. Looking at my old bedroom kind of made me cry a little.
"I hope things end soon..so they can get back to normal.."
I then felt someone grab me by my braid.
"Ow! Hey!"
I turned around to see my attacker. My eye widened seeing who it was.
"Cook?!.."
No..it wasn't him..his eye was blank and dull,which is odd because he usually wears his eyepatch. He didn't show any sort of emotion as he pushed me into a mirror, shattering it and leaving me bloody and disoriented from the blow.
"Cook what's wrong with you?!..Snap out of it!"
He grabbed me by the braid again and proceeded to shove me into another mirror. Blood was pouring down my face and neck as the blow had knocked my strainer off. I was so disoriented that..I used the pocket knife to slice my braid off. It gave me some time to run downstairs and into the basement below. I didn't realize that he already caught up to me when..I was shoved to the floor. He then grabbed a rope,tying my hands behind my back. He then began tying another one to the ceiling.
"Cook.. Please..snap out of it!!"
He grabbed my arm,pulled me to my feet,and put me on a stool. I tried to get off and run away from him but..he already tied the rope around my neck.
Cook:"You.. must die.."
He then kicked the stool from under my feet. I was hoping my neck would break from the impact but..it didn't. I couldn't breathe. My legs dangled helplessly as I tried to get out of the loop. My vision was getting darker and darker until..I couldn't see anything at all.
Cook's POV:
No!!! I watched in horror as i watched my little sister getting hanged. I tried to move my body to go help her. But I couldn't do anything as she shut her eye. I then felt someone tackling me to the ground.
???:"I'm not letting them get away with this."
He pulled out a knife and cut into part of my antenna. Causing extreme pain as the chip was taken out of me. I then could move again.
"Pastafairan!!"
I ran over towards her and quickly untied the rope. I started doing chest compressions as I started sobbing.
"Please don't die! Sis wake up!"
???:"You couldn't control it."
I turned around to see Angel standing there. He had a similar cut on his antenna as well.
"You were controlled by them too?"
Angel:"Yep."
Pastafairan then started coughing uncontrollably with little gasps for air. I turned over towards her, rubbing her face as she opened her eye weakly.
Pastafairan:"C-cook..?"
"I'm so sorry little sis..I couldn't control it.."
I looked at her injuries, horrified. There was blood running down her face and neck,her neck had bruises that were beginning to form around it, and there was glass pieces stuck in her head and neck. I then realized that I had part of her braid in my hand.
"I'm so sorry..-"
She sat up and hugged me. I hugged her back, relieved that she's alive and back safe.
Pastafairan:"I'm just glad you're ok again.."
"I almost killed you!! Aren't you mad at me?.."
Pastafairan:"I'm just mad at the government..not you."
Angel:"Everyone's not too happy with the government right now."
Pastafairan turned towards him, surprised that he was there.
Pastafairan:"Angel..?"
Angel:"Yeah it's me.."
She ran over to hug him. Surprised,Angel hugged her back a little.
Pastafairan:"I'm sorry I left you guys alone..When I heard you guys gotten captured..I thought you were all dead."
Angel:"Wasn't your fault. I was the one being a jerk. You dropped this by the way.."
He handed her the strainer that had fallen off her head during the attack. She thanked him and gently put it back on her head. She let go of him and walked over to me again.
"I'm sorry I hurt you..-"
Pastafairan:"Cook..you didn't do anything wrong. You were brainwashed..I don't blame you.."
"But still..I don't want anything to happen to you. I think it would be safe if you just stayed here.."
Pastafairan:"I'll be fine Cook..And besides..If I do die.. just remember I love you.."
"Thanks sis.."
Merchant's POV:
"I'm going home.."
Fashionista:"Ok..I understand."
I picked up The Turtle from the car,who looked like it knew about Jester's death. I cried while I walked home. I carried it while tucking it close to my chest like Jester would usually do. I then..saw something very guresome.
"Oh god..I think I'm going to puke."
The same cop that we ran into at the beach. Was laying on the ground. Dead with a very mishapped head.
"How?! This is wrong..bleh.."
I walked away from the corpse,used to seeing dead bodies by now. I was about home when I felt someone grab my wrist. And put a rag over my mouth and nose that smelled awful. I tried calling for help but..I lost consciousness.
End of Chapter 17.