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- Prologue!,(:
- Chapter One!,(:
- Chapter Two!,(:
- Chapter Three!,(:
- Chapter Four!,(:
- Chapter Five!,(:
- Chapter Six!,(:
- Chapter Seven!,(:
- Chapter Eight!,(:
- Chapter Nine!,(:
- Chapter Ten!,(:
- Chapter Eleven!,(:
- Chapter Twelve!,(:
- Chapter Thirteen!,(:
- Chapter Fourteen!,(:
- Chapter Fifteen!,(:
- Chapter Sixteen!,(:
- Chapter Seventeen!,(:
- Chapter Eighteen!,(:
- Chapter Nineteen!,(:
- Chapter Twenty!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-One!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Thirty!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-One!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Forty!,(:
- Chapter Forty-One!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Six!,(:
- Chatper Forty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Eight!,(:
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR!(:
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“I can’t do this!” Scarlet yelled at Oliver, who was swinging knives around like a professional, while she had nothing but her bare hands to defend herself. “Just grab something to throw!” Oliver said angrily. She grabbed the frying pan on the counter, and held it up for defense. “Ahhh!” she screamed. Oliver let out a short breathed laugh, and threw another knife at the snake-like creature; it had no effect. “Why’d you pick that up?” he asked, jumping around the kitchen to avoid being bitten. Scarlet jumped out of the way quickly, trying to stay away from it’s rearing head. She swung the pan, managing to get a direct hit to the back of it’s skull. It fell forward, and Oliver drove a knife straight through the top of his head. He jumped back, taking a deep breath to keep from panting due to exhaustion. He dropped the knives he had left in his hand, watching the snake shrivel up to take it’s disguised form as Aunt Mievra. “Damn,” he muttered, rubbing his hands on his baseball pants. “What do we do with it?” Scarlet asked, putting the pan back and moving to stand behind Oliver. “We leave it,” he shrugged. “It’ll disappear in a couple hours on it’s own.” “Wait, Oliver, can I come with you?” she watched as he walked away. “Seeing as we can’t get far away from each other, I guess.” He grumbled, but kept walking anyway. Scarlet followed behind slowly, making sure he didn’t get too far ahead of her. She slid through his bedroom door after him, the darkness seeping through the curtains and the moonlight casting strange shadows in the corners. The moon lit up Oliver’s face, his skin paler than usual and his purple bags under his eyes straining against the skin; but he still looked amazing. She sat down in the chair by his bed, curling up to fall asleep. Oliver sunk onto the top of his bed, not even bothering to tuck himself in properly. “Hey. Get up.” Something hit Scarlet in the head, startling her awake. “What!?” she said, almost falling out of the chair she was sitting awkwardly in. “What are you doing in my room?” Oliver growled, glaring at her from behind his hair. “I didn’t want to get too far away, I didn’t want to hurt myself!” she said back. “Well, get out.” He grumbled. “I can’t believe you,” she glared at him. “Well, believe me when I tell you again to get out.” He repeated, sitting up to look at her. “You were all over me last night, why are you suddenly all upset at me?” she said, sounding offended. “I was drunk, I didn’t know what I was doing.” He defended himself. |
“So you kissing me was totally random!?” she shouted.
“Yeah, pretty much.” He stated. “You were the one who kissed me!” she half yelled. “And I remember you kissing me back,” he said, a smug look coming over his features. “You were all over me.” She snarled. “I was screwy in the head,” he leaned back on his hands. “What’s your excuse?” “My excuse!? You’re an ass!” Scarlet stormed out of the room, feeling as if a rope was trying to pull her back into Oliver’s room. She lurched forward, and then the pain was gone. “What—?” she looked back to see Oliver’s door slamming shut. “What did you do?” Oliver shouted, opening the door to glare at her. “Me!? It was all you!” she yelled. “Whatever you’re doing, cut it out.” Oliver slammed his door again, grumbling to himself as he went. Scarlet stormed off down the hall, growling and mumbling to herself the whole way back to her room. “I can’t stand him!” she hollered. “Can’t stand who?” Briatha’s voice came from behind her. “Who are you!?” she yelled, looking at the little blonde haired-blue eyed girl standing behind her. “I’m Briatha, remember? You seem to have gotten your memory back somehow.” The girl held out her hands for Scarlet. “Yeah, I know my memory is coming back,” Scarlet let out a sigh. “But I thought you were an elf.” “I am,” the girl wrinkled her nose. “I started to transform the further away I got from home.” “That makes sense.” Scarlet grumbled. “Are you going to call Charisma, Scarlet?” the little girl asked with a smile on her face. “No—well, come to think of it, I was…” Scarlet walked off towards the phone room, searching the halls on her way down. She dialed the phone, listening to it ring. “Charisma! Please pick up!” she yelled to herself. “What do you want?” the voice snapped, answering on the second to last ring. “I need to talk to you—” Scarlet started. “Not now,” Charisma stated. “I’m busy talking to someone very important.” “Who?” she asked curiously. “She doesn’t need to know.” A deeper voice answered, coming from the background. “I’ve got to go.” Charisma said before slamming the phone down in the receiver. |