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"Trio!" someone called. Trio looked around to see where the voice was coming from, but seeing no one. She turned back to Yami. They were talking about who was the better archer.
"Yami, you know I'm a better archer. You just don't want to admit it." Trio leaned against the tree, when...her ears perked. "YAMI! GET DOWN!" Trio pushed Yami out of the way just in time to save him from the speeding arrow, but didn't get down in enough time to save herself. The arrow hit the tree, covered in blood. The fletching would never come apart now, nor would they show their original color of sky blue, for now they were covered in Trio's red blood.
The arrow had passed right through Trio.
She fell to her knees, her hands grasping a spot just above her right breast. She looked somehow shocked (1). Blood was seeping through her fingers, fingers that were hopelessly trying to cover up the wound. Yami stared at her with that famous dear-in-the-headlights look. Trio gasped, to no effect. She slowly removed her hands, and then choked out, "Help...me..." then fell face-first into the leaves and dirt.
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trio: oooohhh. how's THAT for suspense? I'd like reviews if I'm to keep writing this!
Zeva: Who did that to you? I'll kill 'em!
trio: Zeva! Calm down! Do you honestly think I'd die right there? Then the whole story would be kind of pointless! Don't worry, you'll eventually find out who did it!
Zeva: can I kill him then?
trio: how you know the person is a he?
Zeva: We're the same person, dammit! I know what goes on in your mind!
trio: oh. Okay. But that won't come in until...later.
Zeva: Write more then, asshole!
trio: that's the third swear you've used against me!
Zeva: yeah...what of it?
trio: *pulls a giant pixy stick out of nowhere* Ooops. *puts pixy stick back and pulls out her terrible instrument of destruction: an eraser* En garde!
Zeva: *laughs* you think an ERASER is gonna injure me? *laughs, then rolls onto floor*
trio: it's the EXTREMELY destructive tool of writers! Do NOT insult the mighty Eraser!
Zeva: Whatcha gonna do with it...ERASE me?
trio: yup.
Zeva: *looks worried* oh. Um...in that case, please review! Trio, the amazingly super-talented writer wants to know if she should continue! She has some great ideas about what could happen, so review to let her know you care!
trio: ^_^ and I know that this was a really short chapter, but the rest will be a little longer, provided Zeva and I don't argue too much! ^_^
NOTES: 1. Think Frodo (from LOTR, which I do not own) when he gets stabbed in the shoulder. Now apply that look to a fourteen-year-old girl with brown hair and blue eyes. That's me.
"Trio!" someone called. Trio looked around to see where the voice was coming from, but seeing no one. She turned back to Yami. They were talking about who was the better archer.
"Yami, you know I'm a better archer. You just don't want to admit it." Trio leaned against the tree, when...her ears perked. "YAMI! GET DOWN!" Trio pushed Yami out of the way just in time to save him from the speeding arrow, but didn't get down in enough time to save herself. The arrow hit the tree, covered in blood. The fletching would never come apart now, nor would they show their original color of sky blue, for now they were covered in Trio's red blood.
The arrow had passed right through Trio.
She fell to her knees, her hands grasping a spot just above her right breast. She looked somehow shocked (1). Blood was seeping through her fingers, fingers that were hopelessly trying to cover up the wound. Yami stared at her with that famous dear-in-the-headlights look. Trio gasped, to no effect. She slowly removed her hands, and then choked out, "Help...me..." then fell face-first into the leaves and dirt.
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trio: oooohhh. how's THAT for suspense? I'd like reviews if I'm to keep writing this!
Zeva: Who did that to you? I'll kill 'em!
trio: Zeva! Calm down! Do you honestly think I'd die right there? Then the whole story would be kind of pointless! Don't worry, you'll eventually find out who did it!
Zeva: can I kill him then?
trio: how you know the person is a he?
Zeva: We're the same person, dammit! I know what goes on in your mind!
trio: oh. Okay. But that won't come in until...later.
Zeva: Write more then, asshole!
trio: that's the third swear you've used against me!
Zeva: yeah...what of it?
trio: *pulls a giant pixy stick out of nowhere* Ooops. *puts pixy stick back and pulls out her terrible instrument of destruction: an eraser* En garde!
Zeva: *laughs* you think an ERASER is gonna injure me? *laughs, then rolls onto floor*
trio: it's the EXTREMELY destructive tool of writers! Do NOT insult the mighty Eraser!
Zeva: Whatcha gonna do with it...ERASE me?
trio: yup.
Zeva: *looks worried* oh. Um...in that case, please review! Trio, the amazingly super-talented writer wants to know if she should continue! She has some great ideas about what could happen, so review to let her know you care!
trio: ^_^ and I know that this was a really short chapter, but the rest will be a little longer, provided Zeva and I don't argue too much! ^_^
NOTES: 1. Think Frodo (from LOTR, which I do not own) when he gets stabbed in the shoulder. Now apply that look to a fourteen-year-old girl with brown hair and blue eyes. That's me.