THE ZILLIONAIRES IX

Ryan was at his desk writing the story about how Keith and he became zillionaires and what they did with some of the stuff. Plus what got stolen, and how they got it back.

This is what he wrote . . .

There were once two kids. Their names were Ryan and Keith Carter. Ryan was 16, 6 feet, 0 in., and weighed 145 pounds. He was scrawny, but he was very strong. Ryan, by now, was the world’s best martial artist. He was the only person in the world to ever earn a black belt in every form of martial arts. He even invented a new type of martial art. He also wrote books.

Keith was 15, and he was 6 feet, 2 in.. He weighed 2300 pounds. He had bulging muscles and worked out for 3-4 hours a day. He was also the world’s second best architect. He had designed the plans for the new White House.

One day they were digging in their back yard to put in a sprinkler system when Ryan hit something metal. He told Keith, and then they both started digging it up. It was a chest.

When they got it out of the ground, Ryan said, "Well, let’s open it. Maybe it’ll be king Tut’s treasure, or something like that."

When Keith tore off the strong lock with his bare hand, he opened it. There was a skeleton, a note in a container, and a wooden hand.

The note said:

"Each person who holds the hand can make one wish, or wish for many things in one sentence only. You can wish for anything that you want. You must hold the hand when you wish or it will not work. To destroy the hand, throw at far as possible in to an ocean. This hand was made by the sorcerer Gahadi in 1272. This chest was buried by me, Jacob Lyndon Parris. The body is my father, Preston Kevin Parris. This was buried on July 28, 1631."

"Wow!" Ryan exclaimed, "I can’t wait to try it. Let’s see, what should I wish for?"

"Hurry up Ryan, I want to try it." Keith said.

Then Ryan picked the hand up and said, "I got it!" He hesitated, then said, "I wish to have an unlimited amount of cash, and never run out of cash, and it be in my bank account, and for to never be stolen or lost and be the best at martial arts."

Then the hand glowed, and Ryan felt a tingly sensation. It lasted about five seconds, then he felt like the richest person in the world.

"Yes!" he practically screamed.

"Now it’s my turn." Keith said.

"Go ahead Keith."

Gripping the hand tightly, Keith closed his eyes and said, "I wish to be the best architect, have unlimited cash that could never be lost or stolen, be a electronics genius, be the head of the Omega Sector, have the most wonderful family when I get married, and to be able to never get fat and always stay muscular and super strong."

Then the hand glowed, and Keith felt the same sensation Ryan did when he made a wish, except now the sensation only lasted three seconds.

When it was over Keith said "Wow!"

Then they went inside and told their parents that they had found a magic hand, and then they told them what they had wished for.

"Well, It seems you guys are rich." he said, like he didn’t believe them.

"You don’t believe us? Well then, we’ll just go find out how much money we have in the bank. Come on Keith."

Then they went to the bank and checked their accounts.

They were right, they had an unlimited amount of money.

"All right, it worked!" Ryan exclaimed.

Then they took a total $200,000.00 out of their bank accounts.

"Well," Ryan said, "Let’s go shopping!"

"All right, let’s go!" Keith exclaimed.

Then they went shopping, and got everything they ever wanted.

When they were done, they went home.

"Oh boy," Ryan said, "I can’t wait to get to use all of the things that we got!"

"Me neither." Keith replied.

Then they used a game system that they bought. It was a Megadream 256.

They played Dark Cop.

It was a one-twelve player game. Ryan was the first player, (who, in the game, was Ryan,) while Keith, (who played as Keith in the game,) was player number two.

They started out in an ordinary office building. They had to kill a bunch of badguys, then exit. Ryan and Keith would never die. It was fun when they died, because the game had the coolest graphics. There was also a lot of realistic blood and gore.

They could get killed in numerous ways. After the first part, they had to go to New Orleans and spy on the badguys. It was a really cool game.

Then they played some other really cool games.

When they were done playing the games, they went outside, and rode around town on their new motorcycles.

While they were driving, they saw a few teenagers playing street hockey.

"Hey, Keith," Ryan said into his Walkie-Talkie, "Let’s see if we can play."

"No way man," Keith said back, "I don’t think they’ll let us play."

"Come on Keith, it’ll be fun. You don’t want me to think you’re chicken, do ya?"

"No!"

"Then why can’t we play?"

"Cause they’re in the middle of a game."

"Your right, Keith. Let’s go to the arcade and play some games. Then we’ll head home."

"Okay Ryan, let’s go."

Then they went to the arcade.

Ryan played "Mortal Kombat III ^®," while Keith played "Crusin’ U.S.A.^®."

"All right," Ryan said, "I’m at the last level."

"Big deal." Keith said, "I’m in first place, and on the last lap, so ha-ha."

Ryan groaned, "So what? I’ve beaten that game a billion times."

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

"Thought so."

"I’m sure you did."

"You picking a fight?"

"Oh no, no, no, no way. I would never mess with the weakest rich kid in town."

"I’m going to kill you when I get done with this race."

Ryan laughed, "Yeah right."

"I know it’s right."

"Shut-up."

Ryan was still on the last stage of Mortal Kombat III ^®. He was winning, (of course) without any damage to himself because he was the O.M.K.C. (Official Mortal Kombat Champion) of the world.

The game said, "Finish him!" Ryan turned himself into a dragon and ripped his foe in half. Blood was splattered all over.

"Hmm." Ryan said, "I’ll make Keith lose."

Keith was on the last lap, coming around the hardest curb, when Ryan popped up from behind him, and yelled, "Boo!"

"Wha-?"

Keith went around the curb, but instead on the right way, he was spinning around in circles.

"Oh no!" Keith said, "I’m gonna lose!"

"Ha, ha, ha!" Ryan said, staring over his brother’s shoulder.

"I’m gonna get you when I’m done with this game, Ryan!" Keith said, with clenched teeth.

"Ooh, I’m so scared." Ryan said, pretending to shake all over.

"Good. You should be." Keith was back on course, but in fifth place. He switched to the fourth gear, and sped up to one hundred and seventy miles an hour. He got past the other cars, and won the race.

Then he put in his initials.

When he looked at what place he made, he gasped in shock.

He was in last place! There were 15 places, and Ryan was in all but the last one, now that Keith won last place!

Keith got so mad, that he chased Ryan out of the arcade.

Ryan was laughing his head off. He got on his motorcycle, just as Keith got to him. He sped away. Then Keith got on his motorcycle and sped after Ryan. He chased him all the way to their house.

When they got there, Keith grabbed Ryan and shoved him to the ground. He picked up a stick and quoted from the movie Maverick, "I’ve never committed a cold-blooded in my life!" he lowered the stick. "And I won’t, not until I find Maverick."

Ryan and Keith burst out laughing.

When they got inside, it was very dark. Ryan turned on the lights and they gasped. Their parents were tied up!

"Mom! Dad!" Ryan cried, "what happened?!"

He didn’t bother for an answer before he cut their bonds with his knife.

"Three men with guns got in through the window and tied us up." their dad started. "They got all the money and jewelry and all the valuables and loaded it into a big van. They said that they would be back to get the rest."

"If so, then we’re gonna stop them!" Ryan exclaimed.

They tied their parents back up and waited in the dark.

At midnight that night, the robbers came back to get the stuff in the garage.

When the robbers left, Keith and Ryan went after them on their motorcycles. After a half hour, the van pulled up the back driveway at the Allister Mansion.

For weeks, people had been hearing strange noises inside the house.

Keith and Ryan now knew what they were. It was the criminals.

"So what do we do now?" Keith asked.

"Let’s sneak inside and get them."

"That’s a really good plan."

They walked up unto the front porch. When they reached the door the floor caved in and they plunged to the bottom. They expected to hit a floor and break some bones or something. What happened was they landed in an underground river.

"What is this?" Ryan asked.

"A river, stupid."

"Come on."

Suddenly, someone turned on some lights.

It was the criminals! They were at the river.

"Let’s hurry up and get this stuff loaded onto the boat. The boss wants us to raid the Andrews house by 4 a.m.." a bearded guy said.

"Now it all falls into place." Ryan said.

"What are you talking about?" asked Keith.

"I know what’s going on here. The criminals are robbing houses. Then they take the stuff and bring it down here to load it onto a boat. Then they ship it to some place and probably sell it."

"Very good observation. Let’s get on the boat and go with it to their boss."

"Great idea. There’s a ladder on the side of the boat. We’ll use that."

They climbed onto the boat and went inside. There was a kitchen, bathroom, control room, bedroom, den, and some stairs going down to a storage place, probably for the stolen goods.

Keith hid in the bedroom closet and Ryan hid under a bed.

(Keith wanted to hide under a bed too, but he was to big.)

At 4:30 a.m., the criminals started to load more stuff onto the ship. By 5, they left. One of the guys went to sleep in the bed over Ryan.

"Perfect." Ryan muttered.

Keith came out of the closet and went to Ryan and helped him out. Then they both got into different closets Keith got a new one. It was a walk in. In the back, hidden by some clothing, there was a small vent on the floor, about 2 feet by 2 feet. Keith torn it open with his hand and looked inside. It was so black that he could almost feel the darkness. He got Ryan and a strong flashlight. They looked in the vent and saw a tunnel that stretched for about 15 feet and then it turned. They followed it and turned left.

Up ahead, they saw a vent and looked through it. It was the control room. There were about 4 people in it. All of them looked tired.

Ryan and Keith back-tracked and wound up in a different place than before. It was a dead-end but it went upwards. Keith climbed it and came out into a room. It was the engine.

"Let’s go back. There’s nothing up here but the engine."

"Okay." answered Ryan.

They managed to reach the closet just in time to see the guy that was sleeping looking through some clothes. He found some and left.

The boat stopped at a pier. It was 6:45 a.m..

The criminals started to unload the stuff while Keith and Ryan got out of the vent and carefully sneaked into the water. They swam under the boat and under the pier.

There was a shore, a building, a giant van, and a big tunnel.

"Well," Ryan said, "let’s do it.

"I read you loud and clear."

They went to the building and looked through it. They found some weapons, got them, and left.

When the criminals came out with another load, Ryan held up his gun at them and shouted "Drop it! Now! Put your hands in the air or we’ll open fire! Do it!"

Reluctantly, the criminals put down the goods and raised their hands.

Keith picked up the four guys and put them in the building and knocked them unconscious with four, swift, karate chops to the neck. He went after any other guys he could find while Ryan tied up the prisoners with some very good knots that he had learned in the B.S.A. (Boy Scouts of America). Keith came in with the last of the other guys.

Ryan took all of the stolen goods and put it back on the boat. He then drove Keith and the prisoners to the police office. The badguys were locked up.

Ryan and Keith went to sleep in the boat and at 3:00 p.m. they drove the boat back to the dock at the town that they lived in, Norfolk, Virginia. The next day, they took all the stuff and gave it to the people it belonged to.

The mayor congratulated Ryan and Keith and gave them each a key to the city.

"Well, Ryan," Keith said, "I guess we’re heros now aren’t we?"

"Well yeah, stupid, of course we are." Ryan said.

"You lookin’ for a fight, little man?"

"Ohhhhh, I’m so scared. You see me trembling in fright."

"Good, you should be."

Then Ryan socked Keith in his gut and punched him in the nose, all for no reason at all. Keith slammed Ryan into the mayor and Ryan jumped back up. Keith punch him in the gut and Ryan doubled over in pain. After a minute, he got back up and kicked Keith in the chin.

He got on his motorcycle and his brother chased him all the way home.

Ryan still remembered what all had happened, and he smiled as he finished his exciting story.