Myrnin's a little hyped up on his crystal meds. What's the worst that could happen... right?

I needed something to cheer me up. Here's a one-shot with the characters Myrnin, Claire, Amelie and Oliver. ;)

Oh, and it's written from Myrnin's point of view, in... FIRST PERSON! Whoa... This is the first fanfiction I've done in first person, so tell me what you think.

The walls, they were closing in all around me. I was beginning to feel like I couldn't breathe. I gasped, trying to force air into my lungs. Nothing entered my airways. I was dying! I clutched the sheets on my bed to cover my head, maybe that way, I wouldn't have to see the blood everywhere when I got squashed by my walls.

"Noooo!" I screamed. Hey, I could breathe!

"Myrnin? What's wrong?" The little girl was surprised by my yelling. Well, she hadn't been paying attention to me, I was going to die! Oh. The walls had quit moving. Okay, that was good. I got up and stood on the floor. Oh no, it felt like the floor was pitching around as if I was on a boat back to Prague! Were they shipping me back there? Why would they do such a thing?

"I don't want to go back there. Don't make me!" I shouted.

The little girl moved over to me. She yelled back, trying to match my tone, "What are you talking about?" Ha! No one could match the glass rattling pitch of my wonderful voice. I wanted to show her, so I started singing opera.

"Myrnin, what's wrong with you?"

"Noooothiiiing!" I sang. Then I stopped and realized I was so happy. I hadn't been this happy for such a long time! "You're Claire," I said, realizing who this girl was. I laughed, I was being stupid! "And I'm Myrnin!"

"Uh... yeah. Are you okay?"

I was very offended. "Claire! Why would you ask such a thing? I'm okay!" How could Claire do that? Did she think I was crazy? There went my good mood. I shouted, "I'm fine! Do you think I went back on the loony bin? I'm okay!"

Claire was watching me with wide eyes. She pulled out her cellular phone and dialed a number.

"Claire?" That was Amelie on the other end.

"NO! Claire, don't let her take me!" Amelie was going to send me back to Prague. Why didn't she like me anymore?

"Hi, Amelie? Myrnin's acting—" I tackled Claire and wrestled the phone from her hand. "Myrnin! Give that back!"

"Amelie? Myrnin here. Please, please, please don't send me back to Prague! I'll be good."

"Myrnin?" She sounded concerned. I really didn't want to go back to the Czech Republic.

"Yes, I said it was Myrnin. Why would you do such a thing, Amelie?" Claire was trying to take the phone from me, but I climbed onto one of my bookshelves so she couldn't reach me.

"I'm not going to send you to Prague, Myrnin. Why would you think that?"

"I'm on a ship right now, Amelie! Get me off of here!"

Claire shouted, "You're not on a ship, Myrnin! Give me the phone!"

"Myrnin, let me speak to Claire," Amelie said coolly.

"Will you not send me there if I do?"

"Myrnin, I won't get you off that ship to Prague if you don't give the phone back to Claire," she said firmly.

"Okay!" I yelled. Jeesh, Amelie was certainly angry at someone, or else she'd talk nicer to me! "Here's Claire," I said calmly, trying to show her how being nice with manners and such was done.

"Finally," Claire muttered as I handed the cell phone to her. I jumped off the bookshelf and went to go eavesdrop on their conversation. "Hey, Amelie. Sorry about this, but as you heard, Myrnin's kind of going crazy. I don't know what's wrong with him," Claire said into the phone.

"Mmm, I see. I'll be down quickly." Then the line went dead. Claire shut her phone and looked back to me.

"What's wrong with you, Myrnin?"

"Huh? There's something wrong?"

"No, I'm asking if you're going crazy again."

"NOOO! Claire! I already told you I'm not going back for another ride on the crazy train!"

"Shh, God, you don't have to be so loud," she hissed.

"No saying God's name in vain, Claire," I chastised.

"Since when do you care?"

"Since I realized life is the most wonderful thing in the world."

"No, seriously."

"I am being serious, Claire."

"Not ten minutes ago, you were cursing God's name because you couldn't find that little green book you were looking for."

"I changed a few seconds ago, Cl—Oh yes! That book!" I went back to my bed I'd been sitting on. Where had that gone? Did it sprout legs and run away from me? Why would it do that? That hurt my feelings... I felt tears well up into my eyes. "Claire," I said sadly.

"Wh—Myrnin, are you crying?"

"My book ran away from me!" The tears fell.

"Um, no it didn't," she said, as if I were stupid. I wasn't stupid.

"I'm not stupid!" I shouted.

"I never said you were—"

"You're mean, Claire!"

"Myrnin, I—" Then we both felt the power of a portal.

"See, Claire? See these genius portals? I made these. I'm not stupid," I said proudly, my tears disappearing, as the door opened. I rushed over and slammed it back shut. "Who could that be?" I asked Claire.

"Move," Claire said, shoving me aside. "It's Amelie."

"Oh no! Amelie! She's come to send me to Prague!" I ran and hid behind a bookshelf. "Shh, don't tell her I'm here."

Claire rolled her eyes as I peeked from behind the bookshelf. She opened the door for Amelie and the vampire queen walked in, looking offended I had slammed the door on her. Ha! Well, she was going to send me away...

"Where is he?" Amelie asked.

"Shh! Claire, don't tell her!" I whispered from my hiding place. Claire rolled her eyes, again. Amelie flashed over to where I was. How did she know?

"Myrnin, what's going on?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said.

"There is obviously something wrong with you. Now tell me," she demanded. She was not a very happy person. Why couldn't she be more like me? I was happy. I was actually very happy right now. Very, very, very, very happy. I felt like I needed to go and fly. Even though I couldn't, I still wanted to. I just gave Amelie a wide smile.

"Hi," I said, waving. Amelie ignored me (ignored me!) and turned to Claire.

"Did he take anything?"

"Take?"

"Consume any type of chemical or drug that would... cause him to act this way."

"I don't think so. Hmm... a drug... Wait." She went to my drawer where I kept my crystals. My yummy, yummy crystals. She took out an empty shaker. "Myrnin, what's this?"

"An empty crystal jar, idiot," I said simply. And she thought I was stupid! Ha!

She dug around for more, ignoring the fact that I'd called her an idiot. Hmph. Usually they say something back, but Claire just didn't mind. Maybe people called her an idiot a lot. Maybe she was used to it. Was she antisocial? "They're all empty!"

"Of course they are," I said. Goodness, this idiot, antisocial girl needed to learn a few things!

"When did you take these?" she asked, still looking for more.

"Just before you got here."

"Myrnin, why did you take your crystals?" Amelie asked seriously.

"Um... I don't remember. Sorry!"

Amelie and Claire just stared at me for a second.

"I suppose we'll just have to wait until the affects wear off," Amelie said calmly.

"Why would he have taken those if he was cured?" Claire asked her.

"I wouldn't know." Then Amelie sat in an armchair. Claire sat on top of the science table with all of my tools and they both stared at me. Why were they doing that? Don't get me wrong, I loved the attention, but this... I wasn't just some animal in a circus!

"What are you looking at?" I snapped.

"You know, this is a waste of my time. I'm going, but Claire, don't leave him. Don't let him out of your sight. Actually, I'll send someone else to help you watch him. He'll be here shortly. Call me when Myrnin gets... better," Amelie said, getting up to leave.

"Hey, where are you going? We were just about to have a picnic!" I shouted. Amelie kept walking away. Hey, the floor wasn't rolling around anymore. She'd taken me off the boat! Maybe she wasn't mad and I wasn't going to Prague. "Thank you!" I yelled. I looked to Claire. "Weren't we going to have a picnic?"

"No, we weren't." She looked annoyed.

"Ahhh!" I screamed. The walls were breathing! What's going on? "Claire! Save me!"

"Save you from what?" she asked, tensing.

"We're in the stomach of a giant animal!"

She untensed and then she rolled her eyes. I hope she knew that if she did that too much, her eyes could be permantly glued to the inside of her head. And would she want that? I don't think so. "Myrnin, we are not inside a giant animal."

I sniffed the air. "Smells like the belly of a pig," I said.

"Myrnin..." Claire groaned and went and sat in the armchair Amelie had just vacated.

"Isn't this exciting, Claire? We're in the belly of a giant pig. Or else... we're really tiny. Oh, Claire! We're really tiny! We're going to be digested and do you know what that means? The only way for us to get out of this pig's system is to be—"

"Myrnin! Shut up!"

I stared at her with my mouth hanging open. That was not very nice. Then we felt another portal coming to existence from behind that door. I went and opened it for whoever it was who was coming in, because I had flawless manners. Maybe it was Amelie again. I had to thank her again for not making me go back to Prague. But guess who stepped out?

Oliver... Stupid, stupid Oliver who will never marry. Oliver who was still a virgin because he was so ugly. Ew. No virgins in my laboratory.

I slammed the door on his face, forcing him backwards and back to where he'd come from. And from the smell of it, he'd just come out of that coffee shop he worked at.

But that got me wondering about all the people who had come in here. Was Claire a virgin? I don't think she was, she didn't smell of it. What about... Samuel? No, no. He'd had that child. Amelie?

All of a sudden, I was being thrown backwards along with the door I'd been holding shut. When I regained my senses, I saw Oliver had kicked down the door. I gaped. He'd have to fix that.

"Oliver!" Claire yelled.

"I'm telling Amelie. She won't be pleased," I said, angrily.

"Be quiet, both of you. I don't have time to be listening to a drugged lunatic and a foolish little girl," Oliver said, sweeping in to my home. My home. Amelie had sent this devil spawn virgin into my home? This wasn't going to go without complaint!

"I'm not drugged. I just ate too much of something," I argued. "Too much of anything is bad for you, Oliver. Even egos." Oliver shot me a glare.

"Shut up," he said, sitting down in another armchair and rubbing his temple. How dare he tell me to shut up! He just needed to be happy. Him, and Amelie. If only the world were as happy as me.

Aww, I didn't feel as happy as I did before. But that was only probably because Oliver was here.

"So, Amelie told you?" Claire asked.

"Yes."

"She told you Myrnin was high-off-his-ass on some drug we made?"

"Yes, now be quiet. I didn't ask to babysit," he snapped.

"I'm not high," I pouted. Was I? No, I was not at all high. I wasn't tall or up in the air. Wasn't that what Claire meant?

"Yeah, you are," she replied.

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am—"

"SHUT UP!" Laughter erupted in my throat that I just couldn't hold back. They escaped from my lips and I thought I was laughing too much. But, laughter has to always be good, correct? My head felt light and my stomach felt like it was full of wonderful, happy emotions.

Then, with a final bark of laughter, I passed out.

#

"Myrnin?" That was Claire's voice. "Do you think he's going to be okay?"

"He'll come to eventually," Amelie replied. "Did he do anything while he was unconscious?"

"Well, for the first fifteen minutes or so, he was giggling about something. Then he was just... unconscious." What? I didn't giggle. And what was Amelie doing here? I sat up to ask. Oh, dear. My head hurt like a—

"Hey, Myrnin," Claire said.

"Claire." I looked around. I was lying on the floor with my head propped up by a few books. "What happened?"

"You took your crystals, Myrnin," Amelie said sternly. I took my—? Oh yes, I remembered now.

"Yes. I took them to see if they would still have an affect on me. I don't seem to recall what happened in the time I was under the influence of the drugs," I said, scrubbing my face with my hands.

Claire and Amelie shared glances. Something I'd never seen them do before. Did they know something I didn't? They looked back to me.

"I don't think you really want to know what you did," Claire said.

"I think that best. I'll be leaving now," Amelie said calmly, rising and going to the portal door in the back of my lab. I looked and—

Why was the door broken? The door was off its hinges, next to me, I hadn't realized it until now.

"Why is the door broken, Claire?" I asked.

Claire pursed her lips. "Um, long story."

Hmm... what'd ya think? Sorry about the ending, not very original, but I couldn't think how to end it any differently. Good? Bad? Horrible? Please review, they always make me smile. And I always need a smile!

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