Disclaimer: Don't blame me, I don't own them.
note: This is just a really short story I wanted write just for the heck of it, and in like an hour I'll be on a plane to Mississippi for two weeks of block leave. Though most of you don't know what that is, but trust me it's a great, great thing.
The Half-Blooded Who's a what's it.
I'd thought I'd seen it all, I've seen aliens, monsters, Ninjas is New York, killer robots...you name it and I've seen it. You'd think nothing astounded me anymore, but you'd think wrong.
The night of July 15, I saw things that person has no right to see. Heard things that people should never talk about. I'll admit it was almost scary. So many people in such a small place, people taking pictures of things that make no sense to take pictures. I didn't realize there were so many fanatics out there.
I was surrounded, by people I didn't know. The adults mostly fat, ugly, and funny smelling. The kids...well the kids were cute I can't deny that. Yet there was still so much wrong, and so very little right.
Of course there were a few "normal" people there, people who were probably just as afraid as I was. The problem was, we were greatly out-numbered, one wrong phrase or word or mis-pronunciation and we were done for. And those "normal" people were so far and spread between each other, it was the equivalent of being alone.
To my left a man pumped into me, smelled like he hadn't bathed in days, his clothes were black, with a weird emblem on it, his hair was long, greasy and pulled in a pony-tail, and I swear I saw food trapped in his unkempt beard. Food? He could probably have laid off the donuts for awhile.
On my right a college-aged girl, if I was a guy I'd have thought she was cute probably. For some reason she was almost in a school-girl type uniform with short pink hair and a long black robe. Okay, proof that not all fanatics are 40 year old virgins who live with there parents.
Then this bratty looking kid came at pointing a large wooden stick at me, and yelling some strange words I couldn't understand. It was almost cute...in a Children of the Corn type of way.
Then from somewhere in front of me I heard someone yelling in a fit of anger. He looked...well he didn't look fat, his forehead had like a weird squiggly line drawn on it, and he to was dressed all in robes, like a wizard or something. He was shouting about something involving a Squiggly-riff was better than a Flinch-fell-flinger, or something like that. It honestly didn't make any sense to me, but I could tell this guy was getting mad about something and he seemed like he may get violent.
So I charge head-first in his direction trying to grab him before he did something bad. Well at least I was going to try to grab him, though he turned out to be a lot stronger than I had expected. He turned around and I froze in place. I couldn't believe what I saw, and couldn't believe I didn't notice it earlier. He said to me, "Back off toots, I've been here for 15 hours so I'm getting my book and you can't st..."
He stopped mid-sentence, and his face turned blood-red, I personally burst into insane laughter and couldn't believe what I saw.
He regain some composure looked over at me, "April! What are you doin here, umm, this isn't what it looks like. I'd appreciate it if you never mentioned this to anyone."
Looking at him again I quit laughing for a minute look him in the face, "I'll tell what this looks like. This looks like Casey Jones, dressed in a Harry Potter costume," I burst into laughter again. Like I said this was wrong on so many levels.
I told him I wouldn't tell the guys, but deep inside I knew they were going to love this story...
Fin
Don't hurt me please