~ Thoughts ~
~ Chapter 3 ~
~ Page Nightsong ~
Kel awoke with a pounding headache, result of the knock out rag. When she tried to move she found her hands were bound behind the large chair she was sitting on, and her feet were tied to each of the front 2 legs, automatically spreading them. She was also naked. A gag in her mouth stifled her outcry. Suddenly a light shown from the end of the blackness: the door had opened. A figure walked into the room, tall and dark against the brightness of outside.
"Good morning, my sweet Kel. Sleep well?" Cleon asked, removing the gag and kneeling between her legs. Kel tried to move, but she was bound too tightly to the chair. She drew up her Yamani mask just as he grabbed her face and kissed her. It wasn't the sweet, tender kiss Neal gave her, but the bruising, forced one of a rapist. Oh Gods! He's going to rape me! She thought, struggling. Cleon ignored her struggling and continued her pursuit.
No light shown through the wooden walls of the meetinghouse. Only a small flicker of a flame provided life in the dreary blackness. It was what Neal wanted right then. Silence. Solitude. Thinking time. Time to think of a way to get Kel back. He would do anything to get her back, even if it was breaking every law in Tortal. He had to get her back. He needed her by him. To feel her arms around his neck, her lips on his, her voice in his ear. Finally he couldn't take it anymore.
"Roald! Get everyone in here! Now!" he shouted, trying not to sound worried. But he was. And everyone knew it. Soon the meetinghouse was full, and Neal was forced to light the lamp. Instantly the room lit up, illuminating every squires' face. Neal began to pace, searching for words.
"We need to get Kel back. We need to think of a plan. Anybody? Please?!" Neal resorted to begging, which he hated. The squires were silent, the calm before the storm. Then a voice came.
"I have an idea," the timid voice came from the back of the room, behind a wall of large squires. Neal looked up from pulling his hair, asking, "Who said that? Please, come forward?" A well-built youth came through the crowd, his blond hair and dark eyes nodded towards the floor.
"Squire Maoson of Port Legann," he said, looking up at Neal.
"Yes, I know you. Your father and my father are good friends. What's your idea Maoson?" Neal asked, standing up.
"Well, um, I think we should do battle first off. You know, distract the army while someone goes and steals Kel back. It will work, since Cleon leaves no one behind in the fort, except maybe Kel," Maoson said, returning his gaze to the floor. Neal stood in thought for a moment, starring into nowhere. Then he spoke, his tone of voice a little brighter than it had been all morning.
"That's it! Yes, Gods, it will work! Maoson, your quite the genius! Is there anything you can't do?" Neal asked, a grin spreading on his face.
"Disappear. I can heal, spell, and do a lot of other things with my Gift, but I can't disappear," he said, his voice growing less timid.
"Good. Everyone, we battle at dusk!" Neal yelled, smiling at the squires.
"Cleon walked out of the dark room which held Kel, only to be replaced by Joren. Kel felt like cutting the smile off his face with a very rusty knife. Joren walked straight up to Kel, touching her face. She pulled her head away, but though the gag was out of her mouth, she didn't speak. Instead she spit in his face, and was instantly slapped.
"Don't play games, Lump. Or I might have to resort to beating you instead of raping you. Which you prefer? A beating or rape?" he asked, touching her. Kel shuddered, but remained quiet. She would not answer him, even if he killed her. "Not going to talk, eh? Well, that's all right. I'll decide for you," he whispered, kissing her hard and roughly. I would have rather had a beating, Kel thought as he further explored her.
Later that day, Neal's army was readying itself for battle. Maoson was chosen to go and Steal Kel back, though Neal wanted to instead. But he knew that if he didn't show in the battle, Cleon would know something was up. There was 20 minutes till they attacked, and everyone was busy preparing themselves.
"Alright everyone! Run over time! Where's Maoson?" Neal asked, standing in front of the meetinghouse.
"Right here, Neal. When do I go out?" he wondered, readying his bow and placing a full quiver on his back.
"Right now if you're ready. Once you're half way there, shoot an arrow into our fort. I know you can, I've seen you do it before," Neal said when Maoson shot him an uneasy look.
"I'm ready. Best of luck!" he said, taking the back way out. Neal returned to preparing them, and was interrupted 10 minutes later by an arrow lodging itself into the wall next to him. A note was attached to the arrow. Neal quickly read the message and went white.
"Great! Everyone! We fight NOW!" Neal shouted, giving Roald the note. It read:
Your little live saver has been captured. We now have both him AND Kel. Have fun!
Cleon
Great, Roald thought.
Vinson left Kel just as a prisoner was brought in. Joren had done his thing and Vinson wanted his piece of Kel, so he went next. Two army members threw someone into the dark room, then left, not noticing Kel. The squire, probably one of Neal's, Kel thought, stood up slowly and dusted himself off. Kel tried to speak, but the gag was back in her mouth. The squire heard her muffled sounds, and quickly lit a small candle, which he had pulled from his tunic pocket.
"Kel? Is that you?" he said, walking closer to the person, Kel, tied to the chair. "Oh my Gods! What did they do to you?" he had reached her, and stood shocked in front of her.
Kel was still bound to the chair, but she had numerous bruises covering her naked body. All were new. The gag was shoved into her mouth, and her eyes held no usual sparkle. Instead they were clouded over with fear, hurt and anger. The squire quickly took the gag from her mouth, unleashing a river of words.
"Who are you? Why are you here? Can you-" The squire cut her short.
"Slow down Kel! I'm Maoson of Port Legann, part of Neal's army. They, Cleon's idiots, caught me sneaking over to get you out. It was part of me and Neal's plan. Gods Kel! What did they do to you?" Maoson asked again, pulling out a hidden pocketknife. He made quick work of Kel's bindings, allowing her to move for the first time in more than a day. Maoson pulled off his tunic and gave it to her. Kel greatly accepted it, and pulled it over her body. Since Maoson was quite a bit taller than she was, the tunic went down to her knees.
"Thank you," Kel whispered, hugging her bare arms to her chest. All of a sudden the door opened, emitting two persons. Kel had a good hunch as to who they were, and was confirmed when she was punched squarely in the face. Maoson leapt for Kel's attacker, but was knocked down by the second person. Kel tried desperately to get Joren off of her, but she was weak from lack of food and no exercise. Maoson fought boldly with Cleon, giving him rounds and using tricks he had learned in the city. Joren had Kel pinned to the ground, and was using his strength on her. By the time he was done with her, she would be the darkest possible bruise color. She tried no to cry out, but in the end she lost. As Joren landed a painful shot in her stomach, Kel screamed with all the strength left in her. Joren stumbled away, pressing his hands to his ringing ears. Cleon and Maoson couldn't concentrate on anything but their fight. Kel lay limp on the ground, trying to breathe.
Everyone in the battle outside of Cleon's fort heard the scream. Neal lost it. Cleon's army battled against Neal's screaming threats at them. Neal's army fought back, determined to win. Nobody noticed someone sneaking away from the battle in the meadow.
Joren stumbled out the door, eyes shut tight from the continuous ringing in his head. Maoson gave Cleon one last punch in the head, knocking him out. He then, breathing hard, stood up and stumbled over to Kel. Kel still hadn't moved, she was in too much pain. Bruises were beginning to show themselves on her, and a bone stuck out, stopped only by skin, in her right arm. Her eyes were closed, as she was still trying to catch her breath. Just then someone walked in, making Maoson put up his fists.
"Hey! Calm down! I'm not going to hurt you, or her," the figure said. He walked over to Kel and kneeled next to her, feeling her pulse.
Kel opened her eyes when someone touched her, pulling away from the hand which brushed against her skin.
"Kel, it okay! I won't hurt you. I promise," he said gently.
"Yancen? I thought you were on Cleon's side," Kel whispered, relaxing.
"I was, until I heard Joren. Enough talk. Let's get you out of here," Yancen said, picking Kel up from the ground gently. She whimpered a little when her arm bumped him. "Oh, sorry. Come on, let's get her out of here." He said to Maoson, who had come to stand beside him. The three left quickly and snuck through the hidden edges of the meadow's sides.
The battle in the meadow ended shortly after Kel's escape, leaving many hurt and aching. Neal's army trudged back to their fort, holding each other up. When the reached the fort, they were surprised to see Yancen coming from the weapon guard, his arms laden with water bottles and rags. Yancen looked up to see the tired army trudge slowly into the fort.
"Hello! Neal, we got Kel back. But she's not, um, well, just come with me," he said, walking towards the meetinghouse. Neal followed, while the rest of the army dispersed to attend to their own needs. Inside the meetinghouse the lamp was lit and candles flickered everywhere. Maoson kneeled over someone lying limp on a bed of blankets. It was (duh!) Kel. Her right arm was in a makeshift cast, while a rag was draped across her forehead. Maoson was gently touching the multiple bruises that covered her barely clothed body. Neal's face went pale at the sight of her.
"Dear Gods! What did they do to her? Why?" he cried, his temper rising.
"Neal, come here. There's something you need to know," Yancen said, dropping his load next to Maoson. Leading Neal away from Kel, he dropped his voice to a low whisper. "Neal, Cleon had 'plans' for here when he came here. He tied her naked to a chair with her hands behind her back and her feet tied to a leg each. Which, as you probably know, spread them. HE then, Gods cursed him, raped her. Joren and Vinson also got their chance at her. Soon afterwards they caught Maoson, and then Joren, Cleon, Maoson, and Kel were fighting. That's why Kel looks like she does now." Neal's face flamed red, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.
"I'm going to kill that bastard. I'm going to make sure he doesn't live to see the sunrise. I'm going to bury him alive where no one will find him," Neal fumed, turning towards the door. Yancen stopped him just before he ripped the door off of its hinges.
"Why don't you wait until you have an army behind you before you go and kill him? Right now, be with Kel. That the first thing she asked about when we got here. Go, be with her," Yancen said, pushing him towards her. "Maoson, come with me. We're going to go explain everything to everyone else." Maoson go up and followed Yancen out of the house. Neal turned and walked slowly over to Kel's lying form on the ground. Her eyes were closed, her breathing somewhat normal. Sitting down next to her, he gently touched her forehead, smoothing away her sweat soaked hair. Kel's eyes flew open immediately, her body tensing up. But once she saw who it was, she relaxed, and smiled at him weakly.
"Hello," she whispered, her voice nearly gone from the scream she had sounded earlier. Neal smiled down shakily at her, trying to keep the anger from erupting.
"Hey there. How are you feeling?" he asked, picking up her hand.
"Like someone ordered a dragon to run me over, then throw me fifty miles into a boulder," she said, grinning a little more.
"You have a vivid way of describing Joren beating you up. How would you describe me kissing you?" he whispered, leaning over and kissing her passionately. Kel returned the kiss with amazing strength considering what state she was in.
"Heaven. Pure and simple Heaven," she replied a few minutes later.
"I thought you'd say that. Do you want to talk about, you know," Neal whispered, touching her face gently. Kel's face went dark, a tear trickling down her face. She shook her head hard, more tears pouring from her hazel eyes.
"Kel, Gods Kel! Kel, my love, I'll hurt him. I swear by the Gods above I'll hurt him, all of them!" Neal whispered, lifting Kel up and holding her in his arms. Kel began to sob, and Neal hugged her tighter against himself. They sat there for sometime, rocking back and forth, Kel nestled against Neal while his arms encircled her, careful of her arm. Kel slowly drifted to sleep, warm and safe in Neal's arms. Neal smiled, laying her down on the ground. He stood and went over to the pile of sleeping mats, pulling one out and dragging it over to a corner of the meeting house. Once it was there, he threw blankets on it. He then walked over to Kel, gently picking her up and carrying her over to the mat, where he laid her down. Then he covered her with a thick quilt. He left the meetinghouse, leaving a candle to flicker its light in the dark room. A raging fire burned inside of his mind in comparison to the flickering candle. Cleon and his new friends would soon feel the heat, and not last it.
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End of Chapter 3. Let the party begin! Ha, I feel like total crap and yet I'm on a sugar high. Imagine that! Well, R/R. And, no, that doesn't mean Read and Review. That's only to nice, sane people unlike myself. Me, I visit my padded cell daily (not my room either!) and run naked through the streets. I start at 6:00 a.m. if you want to come see. (JUST KIDDING!) Instead of Read and Review for sane people, I rather choose READ AND RANT! Oh, and if you can't already tell I HATE CLEON, you need to visit your padded cell too. I HATE CLEON WITH A PASSION!!!!! Oh, I wish he would go away or kill himself! Sorry if you like him, but this is MY story and I can do what I want with it. Hey, if you want to rant me out, go ahead! Chapter 4 will be up as soon as I'm done writing it. Later Peeps! Write some more WACKY STUFF!
Saying by ME!
Oh Rose!
Oh Pearl!
Oh SICK!
I'm gonna HURL!!!
If you can't tell who's saying this, you need what I call A BRAIN!
~ Chapter 3 ~
~ Page Nightsong ~
Kel awoke with a pounding headache, result of the knock out rag. When she tried to move she found her hands were bound behind the large chair she was sitting on, and her feet were tied to each of the front 2 legs, automatically spreading them. She was also naked. A gag in her mouth stifled her outcry. Suddenly a light shown from the end of the blackness: the door had opened. A figure walked into the room, tall and dark against the brightness of outside.
"Good morning, my sweet Kel. Sleep well?" Cleon asked, removing the gag and kneeling between her legs. Kel tried to move, but she was bound too tightly to the chair. She drew up her Yamani mask just as he grabbed her face and kissed her. It wasn't the sweet, tender kiss Neal gave her, but the bruising, forced one of a rapist. Oh Gods! He's going to rape me! She thought, struggling. Cleon ignored her struggling and continued her pursuit.
No light shown through the wooden walls of the meetinghouse. Only a small flicker of a flame provided life in the dreary blackness. It was what Neal wanted right then. Silence. Solitude. Thinking time. Time to think of a way to get Kel back. He would do anything to get her back, even if it was breaking every law in Tortal. He had to get her back. He needed her by him. To feel her arms around his neck, her lips on his, her voice in his ear. Finally he couldn't take it anymore.
"Roald! Get everyone in here! Now!" he shouted, trying not to sound worried. But he was. And everyone knew it. Soon the meetinghouse was full, and Neal was forced to light the lamp. Instantly the room lit up, illuminating every squires' face. Neal began to pace, searching for words.
"We need to get Kel back. We need to think of a plan. Anybody? Please?!" Neal resorted to begging, which he hated. The squires were silent, the calm before the storm. Then a voice came.
"I have an idea," the timid voice came from the back of the room, behind a wall of large squires. Neal looked up from pulling his hair, asking, "Who said that? Please, come forward?" A well-built youth came through the crowd, his blond hair and dark eyes nodded towards the floor.
"Squire Maoson of Port Legann," he said, looking up at Neal.
"Yes, I know you. Your father and my father are good friends. What's your idea Maoson?" Neal asked, standing up.
"Well, um, I think we should do battle first off. You know, distract the army while someone goes and steals Kel back. It will work, since Cleon leaves no one behind in the fort, except maybe Kel," Maoson said, returning his gaze to the floor. Neal stood in thought for a moment, starring into nowhere. Then he spoke, his tone of voice a little brighter than it had been all morning.
"That's it! Yes, Gods, it will work! Maoson, your quite the genius! Is there anything you can't do?" Neal asked, a grin spreading on his face.
"Disappear. I can heal, spell, and do a lot of other things with my Gift, but I can't disappear," he said, his voice growing less timid.
"Good. Everyone, we battle at dusk!" Neal yelled, smiling at the squires.
"Cleon walked out of the dark room which held Kel, only to be replaced by Joren. Kel felt like cutting the smile off his face with a very rusty knife. Joren walked straight up to Kel, touching her face. She pulled her head away, but though the gag was out of her mouth, she didn't speak. Instead she spit in his face, and was instantly slapped.
"Don't play games, Lump. Or I might have to resort to beating you instead of raping you. Which you prefer? A beating or rape?" he asked, touching her. Kel shuddered, but remained quiet. She would not answer him, even if he killed her. "Not going to talk, eh? Well, that's all right. I'll decide for you," he whispered, kissing her hard and roughly. I would have rather had a beating, Kel thought as he further explored her.
Later that day, Neal's army was readying itself for battle. Maoson was chosen to go and Steal Kel back, though Neal wanted to instead. But he knew that if he didn't show in the battle, Cleon would know something was up. There was 20 minutes till they attacked, and everyone was busy preparing themselves.
"Alright everyone! Run over time! Where's Maoson?" Neal asked, standing in front of the meetinghouse.
"Right here, Neal. When do I go out?" he wondered, readying his bow and placing a full quiver on his back.
"Right now if you're ready. Once you're half way there, shoot an arrow into our fort. I know you can, I've seen you do it before," Neal said when Maoson shot him an uneasy look.
"I'm ready. Best of luck!" he said, taking the back way out. Neal returned to preparing them, and was interrupted 10 minutes later by an arrow lodging itself into the wall next to him. A note was attached to the arrow. Neal quickly read the message and went white.
"Great! Everyone! We fight NOW!" Neal shouted, giving Roald the note. It read:
Your little live saver has been captured. We now have both him AND Kel. Have fun!
Cleon
Great, Roald thought.
Vinson left Kel just as a prisoner was brought in. Joren had done his thing and Vinson wanted his piece of Kel, so he went next. Two army members threw someone into the dark room, then left, not noticing Kel. The squire, probably one of Neal's, Kel thought, stood up slowly and dusted himself off. Kel tried to speak, but the gag was back in her mouth. The squire heard her muffled sounds, and quickly lit a small candle, which he had pulled from his tunic pocket.
"Kel? Is that you?" he said, walking closer to the person, Kel, tied to the chair. "Oh my Gods! What did they do to you?" he had reached her, and stood shocked in front of her.
Kel was still bound to the chair, but she had numerous bruises covering her naked body. All were new. The gag was shoved into her mouth, and her eyes held no usual sparkle. Instead they were clouded over with fear, hurt and anger. The squire quickly took the gag from her mouth, unleashing a river of words.
"Who are you? Why are you here? Can you-" The squire cut her short.
"Slow down Kel! I'm Maoson of Port Legann, part of Neal's army. They, Cleon's idiots, caught me sneaking over to get you out. It was part of me and Neal's plan. Gods Kel! What did they do to you?" Maoson asked again, pulling out a hidden pocketknife. He made quick work of Kel's bindings, allowing her to move for the first time in more than a day. Maoson pulled off his tunic and gave it to her. Kel greatly accepted it, and pulled it over her body. Since Maoson was quite a bit taller than she was, the tunic went down to her knees.
"Thank you," Kel whispered, hugging her bare arms to her chest. All of a sudden the door opened, emitting two persons. Kel had a good hunch as to who they were, and was confirmed when she was punched squarely in the face. Maoson leapt for Kel's attacker, but was knocked down by the second person. Kel tried desperately to get Joren off of her, but she was weak from lack of food and no exercise. Maoson fought boldly with Cleon, giving him rounds and using tricks he had learned in the city. Joren had Kel pinned to the ground, and was using his strength on her. By the time he was done with her, she would be the darkest possible bruise color. She tried no to cry out, but in the end she lost. As Joren landed a painful shot in her stomach, Kel screamed with all the strength left in her. Joren stumbled away, pressing his hands to his ringing ears. Cleon and Maoson couldn't concentrate on anything but their fight. Kel lay limp on the ground, trying to breathe.
Everyone in the battle outside of Cleon's fort heard the scream. Neal lost it. Cleon's army battled against Neal's screaming threats at them. Neal's army fought back, determined to win. Nobody noticed someone sneaking away from the battle in the meadow.
Joren stumbled out the door, eyes shut tight from the continuous ringing in his head. Maoson gave Cleon one last punch in the head, knocking him out. He then, breathing hard, stood up and stumbled over to Kel. Kel still hadn't moved, she was in too much pain. Bruises were beginning to show themselves on her, and a bone stuck out, stopped only by skin, in her right arm. Her eyes were closed, as she was still trying to catch her breath. Just then someone walked in, making Maoson put up his fists.
"Hey! Calm down! I'm not going to hurt you, or her," the figure said. He walked over to Kel and kneeled next to her, feeling her pulse.
Kel opened her eyes when someone touched her, pulling away from the hand which brushed against her skin.
"Kel, it okay! I won't hurt you. I promise," he said gently.
"Yancen? I thought you were on Cleon's side," Kel whispered, relaxing.
"I was, until I heard Joren. Enough talk. Let's get you out of here," Yancen said, picking Kel up from the ground gently. She whimpered a little when her arm bumped him. "Oh, sorry. Come on, let's get her out of here." He said to Maoson, who had come to stand beside him. The three left quickly and snuck through the hidden edges of the meadow's sides.
The battle in the meadow ended shortly after Kel's escape, leaving many hurt and aching. Neal's army trudged back to their fort, holding each other up. When the reached the fort, they were surprised to see Yancen coming from the weapon guard, his arms laden with water bottles and rags. Yancen looked up to see the tired army trudge slowly into the fort.
"Hello! Neal, we got Kel back. But she's not, um, well, just come with me," he said, walking towards the meetinghouse. Neal followed, while the rest of the army dispersed to attend to their own needs. Inside the meetinghouse the lamp was lit and candles flickered everywhere. Maoson kneeled over someone lying limp on a bed of blankets. It was (duh!) Kel. Her right arm was in a makeshift cast, while a rag was draped across her forehead. Maoson was gently touching the multiple bruises that covered her barely clothed body. Neal's face went pale at the sight of her.
"Dear Gods! What did they do to her? Why?" he cried, his temper rising.
"Neal, come here. There's something you need to know," Yancen said, dropping his load next to Maoson. Leading Neal away from Kel, he dropped his voice to a low whisper. "Neal, Cleon had 'plans' for here when he came here. He tied her naked to a chair with her hands behind her back and her feet tied to a leg each. Which, as you probably know, spread them. HE then, Gods cursed him, raped her. Joren and Vinson also got their chance at her. Soon afterwards they caught Maoson, and then Joren, Cleon, Maoson, and Kel were fighting. That's why Kel looks like she does now." Neal's face flamed red, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.
"I'm going to kill that bastard. I'm going to make sure he doesn't live to see the sunrise. I'm going to bury him alive where no one will find him," Neal fumed, turning towards the door. Yancen stopped him just before he ripped the door off of its hinges.
"Why don't you wait until you have an army behind you before you go and kill him? Right now, be with Kel. That the first thing she asked about when we got here. Go, be with her," Yancen said, pushing him towards her. "Maoson, come with me. We're going to go explain everything to everyone else." Maoson go up and followed Yancen out of the house. Neal turned and walked slowly over to Kel's lying form on the ground. Her eyes were closed, her breathing somewhat normal. Sitting down next to her, he gently touched her forehead, smoothing away her sweat soaked hair. Kel's eyes flew open immediately, her body tensing up. But once she saw who it was, she relaxed, and smiled at him weakly.
"Hello," she whispered, her voice nearly gone from the scream she had sounded earlier. Neal smiled down shakily at her, trying to keep the anger from erupting.
"Hey there. How are you feeling?" he asked, picking up her hand.
"Like someone ordered a dragon to run me over, then throw me fifty miles into a boulder," she said, grinning a little more.
"You have a vivid way of describing Joren beating you up. How would you describe me kissing you?" he whispered, leaning over and kissing her passionately. Kel returned the kiss with amazing strength considering what state she was in.
"Heaven. Pure and simple Heaven," she replied a few minutes later.
"I thought you'd say that. Do you want to talk about, you know," Neal whispered, touching her face gently. Kel's face went dark, a tear trickling down her face. She shook her head hard, more tears pouring from her hazel eyes.
"Kel, Gods Kel! Kel, my love, I'll hurt him. I swear by the Gods above I'll hurt him, all of them!" Neal whispered, lifting Kel up and holding her in his arms. Kel began to sob, and Neal hugged her tighter against himself. They sat there for sometime, rocking back and forth, Kel nestled against Neal while his arms encircled her, careful of her arm. Kel slowly drifted to sleep, warm and safe in Neal's arms. Neal smiled, laying her down on the ground. He stood and went over to the pile of sleeping mats, pulling one out and dragging it over to a corner of the meeting house. Once it was there, he threw blankets on it. He then walked over to Kel, gently picking her up and carrying her over to the mat, where he laid her down. Then he covered her with a thick quilt. He left the meetinghouse, leaving a candle to flicker its light in the dark room. A raging fire burned inside of his mind in comparison to the flickering candle. Cleon and his new friends would soon feel the heat, and not last it.
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End of Chapter 3. Let the party begin! Ha, I feel like total crap and yet I'm on a sugar high. Imagine that! Well, R/R. And, no, that doesn't mean Read and Review. That's only to nice, sane people unlike myself. Me, I visit my padded cell daily (not my room either!) and run naked through the streets. I start at 6:00 a.m. if you want to come see. (JUST KIDDING!) Instead of Read and Review for sane people, I rather choose READ AND RANT! Oh, and if you can't already tell I HATE CLEON, you need to visit your padded cell too. I HATE CLEON WITH A PASSION!!!!! Oh, I wish he would go away or kill himself! Sorry if you like him, but this is MY story and I can do what I want with it. Hey, if you want to rant me out, go ahead! Chapter 4 will be up as soon as I'm done writing it. Later Peeps! Write some more WACKY STUFF!
Saying by ME!
Oh Rose!
Oh Pearl!
Oh SICK!
I'm gonna HURL!!!
If you can't tell who's saying this, you need what I call A BRAIN!
