Peekaboo

A loud thud echoed through the dreary hallway of Lord Nemo's dudgeon as a thick wooden door to one of the cells closed.

Lord Nemo ordered his Shark guards, who were clutching to Val's wrists, to chain him to the stone wall.
They dragged the poor Russian man across the tiny room and slammed him up against the wall.

Val let out a yelp as his back hit the wall. The Shark guards began working on chaining him up as Lord Nemo and Val just stared at them.

After Val was all locked up against the wall, he looked down at Lord Nemo with huge eyes.

"Почему вы это делаете?" He pulled at the chains, hoping that they would snap off, but they were quite strong. "Отпустите!" He began shaking his wrists, making a huge racket.(Why are you doing this? Let me go [Release]!)

"Stop shaking the chains!" Nemo snapped, beginning to look irritated at the sound.
Val stopped for a moment. "Я не буду останавливаться, пока вы не отпустите меня!" He continued shaking the chains. (I will not stop until you let me go!)

Nemo just stuck his staff at the Russian guy and whacked him up-side his head, wanting him to cease his shaking.

And it worked.

"Ой!" Val tried to rub the top of his head where Nemo stuck him at, but couldn't. "Что это было?" (Ow!... What was that for?)

"I'm sorry, but I do not understand a word you are saying." Nemo leaned against his staff, looking into
Val's light blue eyes. "Speak. English."

Val frowned. "Why you want me?" he asked in a heavy accent.

"Oh, now that is something I can't tell you." The villain shook his head and straightened up. "Not right now, that is."

"Why?"

"Because, it's just not the right time."

"Then let me go!" Val shook the chains again.

Nemo stuck his staff at the Russian prisoner, threatening to whack him again if he didn't behave. Val got the message quite quickly and stopped moving.

"Respect my answers and things will go a whole lot smoother, Nichushkin." Nemo drew back his staff.

"But let me tell you, it is a good reason why you are here."

"What is that reason?"

"What did I just tell you...‽"

Val just hung his head down in response.

"Good. Now you stay there and don’t make any cacophony with the chains, alright. Be a good
Russian boy." Nemo turned his back and began to make his way out of the room.

"Хорошо," the Russian hostage muttered. (Okay)

The Sharks' goalie stopped walking and turned around on his heels, facing his captive. "What was that?"

"Okay," he said a bit louder.

"While you're here, I want you to speak all English, no Russian. I need to know what you're
saying. Is that clear?"

"Yea."

"Look at me."

Val looked up at the villain with a disconsolate look. "Yea."

"Good." Nemo turned to the two guards, who were next to each other, on Val's left side. "Guards, one of you stay here to guard Nichushkin and the other go outside to guard the door."

The Sharks nodded their heads in agreement and one of them followed their master out of the room.

The Shark that stayed behind had its weapon, which was a spear. He pointed it at Val, threatening him to make a move.

Val just looked away from the guard and looked down at the stone floor in despondency.


"Hanging in there, Toews?"

Jonathan looked up, seeing that Nemo had entered his room. He was in the position he was always in since Nemo had tied him up: chained to the wall, sitting on the hard ground with a cloth wrapped around his mouth so that he wouldn't be able to yell.

"Oh right, you can't talk like that!" Nemo letted out a deep chuckle. "Let's see what you have to say about all this." He walked over to Jonathan. "I'm curious to know."

He squatted down to Jonathan's eye level and undid the cloth, throwing it aside.

"You'll get what you deserve, Niemi!" he spat.

Nemo pointed his staff out at Toews while standing up. "That's Lord Nemo for you!"

"I don't care! You'll be defeated! You'll fall to your doom! Just because it seems like you're getting it your way doesn't mean it's gonna be like that forever! Surrender while you have the chance to before trouble comes your way!" He pulled on the chains, trying to get close to the villain, but his efforts were in vain.

Nemo just let out a burst of laughter. "Oh, what a lovely speech there, Toews, trying to strike fear in me! Well guess what--?" He shot the Blackhawk a dark look. "--It's not working. And--it won't."

"Well, too bad for you because when that time comes, you’re gonna wish you'd listened to me."

"I don't need to pity myself for that because that time'll never come. But I'm curious..." Nemo rubbed his chin, thinking. "... Why are you so confident that victory will come to you?"

"Because of Patrick. He's gonna save me and defeat you!"

"Oh, really?" Nemo asked mockingly. "And how is he gonna defeat me?"

"By his sword, duh. He's got the most powerful one--so powerful, not even your little staff can beat it!"

"I'm so sorry, Toews, but I hate to break this to you: Patrick will not have his sword with him any longer. Therefore, he'll not be able to defeat me."

"What, why do you say that?" Jonathan makes a confused look. "Of course he'll have it, he always has it!"

"Not...any longer. Not when it's gonna get taken from him."

"What do you mean by that?" Anxiety began to take over Jonathan's facial expression.

"How else can I explain: my loyal assistant is gonna take it away from him."

"Who? Who's your 'loyal assistant'?"

"Why should I tell you? It won’t do you any good. And it just might make you lose trust in some people."

"Tell me, who's gonna take Kaner's stick away?"

Nemo looked behind his shoulder, facing the wooden door that was behind him. "Oh, Lauren!"

The door opened and Lauren sauntered into the room. "Yes, Lord Nemo?"

Jonathan's eyes flew wide open. "Lauren? Princess Lauren?"

Lauren looked down at the captain hostage. "Yes, that's my name." She brushed her fingers through her long, dark brown hair.

"Wh-wh-wh-- YOU WORK FOR NEMO--?!"

"Lord Nemo!" Lord Nemo cut in harshly.

"Shut up, I don't care!" Jonathan snapped back with gritted teeth.

Nemo just struck Jonathan with teal-colored energy that came from his staff.

"Ack!" The hostage dipped his head and held onto his stomach, where the villain stuck him.

"Yes, yes, I do work for Lord Nemo. I've been working for him all this time." She placed her hand on her master's shoulder. "And no one knows about it."

Jonathan looked up at Lauren with his head still lowered. "How could you?" he asked weakly.

"Can't you see? We have the edge in this." Lauren extended her hands out. "We're gonna win. We're gonna have the kingdom."

"No, you won't," the Blackhawk grunted.

Lauren sighed. "That's what you say." She turned to Nemo. "What is it that you want me to do, Lord Nemo."

"I would like you to do a big favor for me," Nemo started, having both hands on the top of his staff. "Go find Kane and take the sword-stick he calls 'Showtime' from him. He always has it in his hand--you can't miss it."

"Is that all, Lord Nemo?"

"For now, yes. Do anything you can to get the stick out of his possession. Anything."

"I will, Lord Nemo, trust me. I won’t come back here empty-handed."

"Good." Nemo smiled slyly. "Now go."

Lauren smirked and disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.

When the smoke cleared, Nemo looked down at Jonathan, who still had his head dipped.

"Who's gonna save you now?"

Jonathan didn't respond.

Nemo just cackled evilly while scooping up the cloth from the ground and retying it around Jonathan's mouth; he then exits the room, closing the door with a loud thud.

Notes

OH NO, WATCH OUT, PEEKS!!!! 8OOO
Oh well, no one can't warn him except for us authors! XDDD
I hope you're enjoying this story so far--don't be afraid to comment what you think about this Disney-themed story! :))) (And the fact that I'm co-authoring in a story where Nemo's evil XDD) And you would not believe who thought of the idea of Nemo being evil.... X)
I think I should go now, my chicken pot pie's getting cold... GO SHARKS! :D
BYEEEEEE!!!!
PS: @EvelynaKitty, is the title of this chapter good? I mean, it IS the second step to Nemo's plan to take over the kingdom!