"I did it, master. She should be dead now," the small voice whispered.
"Good. I'm sorry, young one, but it had to be done! Now we must collect her studies. It shouldn't be hard- her stuff is always in the top drawer of her desk." The voice commanded.
"How would you know?" the little one gaped.
"That is of no importance to you!" the voice boomed.
"Sorry. What shall I do now master?"
"Just wait…just wait…"
Fumu lay on the ground, blood dripping onto the ground. Kirby had just disappeared into the woods, an ashamed expression plastered on his face. Fumu tenderly felt the spot where Kirby had grazed her skin with his sword. A bit of blood was coming out of the wound, but other than that she was fine. She remembered the words Kirby had whispered before running off.
"Run! Hide! They're after you…" he had hissed.
"Who?" Fumu gasped as Kirby's sword had gently nicked her back.
"My master. They will kill you! Run! And don't come back!" Kirby hissed and dashed off into the woods.
"What just happened...?" Fumu muttered to herself.
"Sis! What just happened to you?" Bun cried, running up to her.
"I don't know..." Fumu mumbled.
"Ugh! Moms gonna kill you..." Bun said. But in fact, their mother fussed over Fumu, and confined her to her bedroom for the rest of the weekend. Fumu sighed and sat on her bed, reading the magazine. She grabbed a book of diffrent languages and leafed through the glossy magazine.
"Let's see...This is all nonsense! At one part under a man in a tux, it says foooooooodleeeee! What kind of a word is that?" Fumu shrieked. "This is stupid. Unless...This is part of an evil plan! Nah, that's stupid."
Skreeeeeee... the wind howled outside Fumu's window. She saw two dark red lights, and some dark blue lights gleaming outside her window just before they crashed trough her window.