Hi
Hi! Here's an update. By the way, I'm so sorry for discontinuing my previous story; Rise From The Shadows. Brisingr got in the way. Maybe a good story would come a long soon. Well, here you go.
Song in repeat: The Best Damn Thing by Avril Lavigne
The sound of Arya's annoying doorbell echoed along the empty hallways. It sounded like a broken cow bell instead of the usual Ding-dong.
Nasuada was in the living room, reading a magazine about celebrities and music personalities. Her eyes narrowed a bit, she knew who it was, but she didn't bother to get up. Why would she? They could go ahead and enter the house, the door's open anyways.
The sound of a broken cow bell sounded again.
"Nas?" Arya called from the kitchen. She was preparing the popcorn, putting all the flavors for their movie marathon later that night.
"What?" Nasuada replied, annoyed. Wow, the door bell was really getting on her nerves that day.
"Would you mind getting the door?" Arya called again, "I'm kindda occupied with the popcorn."
"Sure, I mind." Nasuada mumbled and said aloud, "Sure thing, Arya."
She unwillingly dropped the magazine on the couch.
Damn, she thought as she dragged her feet across the carpeted hallway. And I was just getting to the Chase Crawford interview.
The Covenant was one of her favorite movies.
She turned the brass knob and the pulled the door open. Sure enough, there on the snow, was Eragon and Murtagh. Both of them were holding a grocery bag and their bag packs slung on their shoulders.
She stared blankly at them for a while, especially at Murtagh, to tell them that they were in an unwelcome territory.
Why did Arya invite him? Nasuada complained to herself, as her eyes passed over Murtagh. He seemed to shift his pose uncomfortably when he met her unwelcoming eyes.
Why am I here again? Murtagh asked himself, but got no reply.
"Eragon," Nasuada began, then her eyes unwillingly met Murtagh's. "And Murtagh. Welcome to hell. Please, do come in. Our disciples have prepared human sacrifices of forty year old virgins and some possums for the pleasure of our get together."
Eragon grinned widely. "Glad to be here. Is Satan around?" he asked as he wiped his sneakers on the rug by the door from snow and dirt, Murtagh followed close behind.
Nasuada smirked. "She's in the kitchen, poisoning your food."
"I heard that!" Arya called from the kitchen.
"They're here." Nasuada called back. "Should I release the man-eating attack dogs?"
Murtagh rolled his eyes. Nasuada was starting to get on his nerves. Her sense of humor are those kinds that pisses him off, probably because she always hints in her jokes that she doesn't like him. She's always friendly to Eragon but the complete opposite to him.
He's going to need a miracle if he ever wants Nasuada to at least talk to him like a real person.
"Let's see you try then." Murtagh said, there was an edge of mocking sharpness in his voice. "I would be gladly be bitten by wild dogs than to be here."
Nasuada froze in her tracks, a hard lump formed in her throat.
"What's the matter?" Murtagh smirked darkly, as if he won a ranting game. "Cat got your tongue?"
Nasuada's temper started to flare. "Murtagh," she said sweetly yet with a venomous voice. "It seems that you do not get the concept of the joke." She clenched her fist tightly behind her back so Eragon won't see. "But if that's the case, then you are most welcome to get your ass out the door and get the fuck out of here."
Murtagh was quiet for a full minute, he fumed silently. Then, he walked passed Nasuada, his shoulder purposely brushing rudely against Nasuada's causing her to step back to regain balance.
"You're lucky you're a girl." He muttered, clear enough so even Eragon would hear. "If you weren't, you'll be beaten up half dead."
"Okay!" Eragon said loudly than normal when Nasuada started after Murtagh with a deadly glare. "We better go and help Arya out. This is going to be a fun night, because it will be. Isn't that right you guys?"
Murtagh and Nasuada were glowering at each other.
"Yeah, sure," Nasuada said, her death glare not leaving Murtagh. "Whatever you say, Eragon." And she ran upstairs to Arya's room and closed the door.
Eragon looked at Murtagh. "Well?"
"Whatever," Murtagh said, heading towards the kitchen. "the soon I get out of here, the better. I wouldn't want to stain my record for killing a bitch with my bare hands."
He placed down the grocery bag on the counter.
"What's up, Murtagh?" Arya said cheerfully, yet her voice has an edge of disturbance. She heard the whole commotion.
"Oh, nothing much." Murtagh replied, his temper cooling down. "Just came face to face with the Source Of Pure Evil In The World."
"Aw, come on." Arya said with a friendly smile, "She's not that bad."
"For you." Murtagh muttered, then went to the living room to watch TV.
Eragon entered the kitchen and placed down his grocery bag on the counter.
"Arya," he began. "I don't think this would work. If I wasn't there with them, they would have ripped each other's throats out."
"That's what you think." Arya grinned. "Now, help me with the pop corn. We'll start the movies by 6pm."
I hope you liked it! I'll try to update soon as I can. R&R
