Normal, and Not so Much

Roxy's P.O.V

"Artu! Shut Up, ugh, really?" I groan under my bed sheets. Artu has decided yet again to turn himself into an alarm clock, that's set for 5:00 on a Saturday.

"Alright, alright, geez, gimme 2 secs." I mean, seeing how his barking will only persist as long as I don't feed him, what choice do I have?

After 20 minutes of stumbling, bumping, and groaning, I manage to get Artu fed and quiet. I was planning on going back to bed, but I guess it's pointless since my real alarm is set for 5:45. Oh well, at least I am in my own house and not the Winx's apartment. I love those girls with my whole heart, but sleeping in their apartment is like trying to sleep in a bouncy house; you just don't.

"What should I do now Artu? T.V or laptop?" I ask him playfully.

As a response, I get a sneeze, and some drool on the floor that I will have to clean up when I get the chance to feel like it. I felt good though, happy and content with life, the only thing wrong was the Wizards of the Black Circle, but even they couldn't dampen my always perky mood. It's funny battling them because no matter how many insults they through I'm still as happy as ever. And it really pisses them off. But yeah life is going pretty well for me, and I'm a pretty happy girl.

(This is the 'not so much' part that was in the title)

Ogron's P.O.V

"Damn that stupid thing to Hell!" I scream as the radio just came on full blast with the happiest sappy song ever.

We are on the sewer floor, sleeping on and in what little bedding we have. It's not much but we really don't need a lot to be at least a little bit happy. This 'residence' though is unfortunately not ideal for us though considering we can't store food or water here. Because of this we are forced to steal fresh produce and eat it right there. It works for a week or so, until the vendors start noticing which is why we've almost completely stopped. It's hard because we all are literally starving. We weren't poor before, but the money has been spent on magical/non-magical medicines for Duman.

"Why don't we just break it? Get rid of it perhaps? Oh, maybe we can even give it to Duman as a chew toy!" Gantlos said with each passing option sounding more hopeful.

"Because -A- It's screwed into the wall, and -B-, this keeps us updated on our mission and it can help us find out the Winx's mission too." Anagan cut in.

I sigh and look at Duman's sleeping form. For the most gothic and 'misunderstood' of us all, he looks really helpless in his twitchy sleeping form. Of course he is helpless now considering how sick he is. He hasn't woken up in at least 24 hours and it's starting to worry me. This wouldn't be happening if I had not taken the opportunity to snatch Roxy at the train station while I had the chance.

We are all pretty sick to be honest though; Gantlos is so cold he feels like an ice cube, while Anagan has been coughing up blood and black goo for the past few hours. I've been getting fevers so high that I get delusions. In fact, I'm experiencing one right now, there are black demon like creatures in the corner, taunting me to call them out, to talk to them in front of everyone. They call my name over and over again, taunting me even more by talking nonchalantly about forbidden snippets of my past.

I had not noticed my eyes were closed, nor did I realize I was moaning and whining like a puppy being beaten. I only noticed this when I came too. I feel a cold, clammy hand on my cheek and someone shouting my name. I am lying on the hard ground, but cushioned by the fancy sheets we all stole from rich bar whores. I'm finally able to identify the owner of the troubled voice, Gantlos.

"Ogron, Ogron wake up! Come on man get up, come on! Can you hear me?" Gantlos shouts/asks in my ear hysterically.

"Yeah I can, just had an episode, I saw them again." I say, not bothering to open my eyes.

"It's alright. Sleep, I have a feeling we'll all need our energy tomorrow."

"I really hope you're wrong, I really, really do." I moan and put a hand to my head. I've never had this much pain from one illness before.

"Damn you're fever is stupid high." Anagan says honestly before hacking up his lungs, almost making sick twisted music as it coincidentally matched the rhythm of Duman's whimpers.

But just then my eyes goes berserk as I see triple vision and lose my head, I don't know what I'm saying, it's like I am outside of my body watching all of this happen on a blurry triple vision camera. I faintly feel my lips moving and the hunger pangs in my stomach become so powerful and harsh that I feel myself lurch forward and vomit up what looks like blood. I put a hand over my stomach and let myself scream. After the mess is over I feel sleepy and weak, then my mind goes back to normal.

My comrades are at my side like I knew they would be, but I can't thank them since I'm too busy shivering to say anything now. God I am in hell. But I can't give up everything now just because I'm ill, I must be there for Duman and we must complete our mission.

"Dude stay still, no one is going anywhere." Anagan tries to coax me to sit still.

"Well that means no progress is being made."I counter as I sit up.

Gantlos sighs and I feel bad for him. Gantlos is a man who either tells you about how he feels so bluntly it's hurtful, or he'll keep a feeling stored in his chest until he's on his death bed, which can't happen because he's immortal like the rest of us. Unfortunately he chose the latter when it comes to his feelings with Duman. On occasions like this though it's nice to see him comforting Duman. I know how he'll play this out, he'll whisper his confession into Duman's ear, and he'll wake up, and slap him for being a coward and only telling him when he's in so much pain and misery he wants to kill himself. I wish there was a way to sort things out with them; it's hard to see them only ever be sort of happy because I know if they gave each other a chance and didn't focus on envying each other, they would be the most jovial people we know.

Gantlos is now sitting next to Duman with his knees to his chest and his is using them as a rest. He looks so empty….

He almost reminds me of someone injected with spiffy.