I am really surprising myself by how fast I'm pumping out these chapters. But hey, I burned my arm and I need to do something to keep myself from poking the blistery thing. And watching Aqua teen hunger force isn't helping me that much. So I'm keeping myself busy. –marblememo

Chapter 4

I had gotten bored with the same routine and I decided to go on a little adventure on my day off. I had packed a bag with a little bit of food and set off to climb the volcano all the way to the top and spit into the lava. A little goal of mine that I've had ever since I found out it was still active.

I was about three quarters of the way up when I encountered a little problem. There was a sheer rock wall that I had to pass in order to keep going. What made it worse was that all 5ft 4inches of me couldn't reach a hand hold to help me pass it. I decided to take a chance and see if I could jump and reach it.

I readied myself; I knew I really didn't have more than one chance. Miss and I fall down the side of a volcano, make it and well…I make it. I bent my knees, put all of my power into extending my legs and reaching for the nearest hand hold in attempt to lift myself up and onto the ledge. I caught hold and tried to pull myself up.

I couldn't. I wasn't strong enough to pull myself up. I tried to see if I could get leverage using my feet to try and push me. My feet slipped and I was back to hanging from the ledge by just my hands.

Oh crap I thought please dear god, if you're out there, help me dammit! I really, really don't feel like dying right now.


Far from where Lily was dangling for her life off the side of a volcano, Syndrome was using his time to catch himself up on sleep. He had been keeping himself up nights trying to figure out what was up with that short little black haired janitor. She was nice to him when he was acting like an asshole. He confused him.

But this rare morning where he got to sleep in he was awoken by a very strange sounding alarm. He hadn't heard it often but he knew that this one was the one that meant that someone was passing by the border up near the volcano. Everyone was supposed to know that going up to the mouth was off limits, extremely dangerous, and very stupid.

He groaned and lifted himself up. Whoever the dumbass was that was doing this was being put up for invention testing, and that was not a very nice job to have. He made his way over to the computer that was flashing a yellow screen with a warning on it. He pressed a couple of buttons and brought up the security feed from where the 'trespasser' was.

What he saw made his eyes widen. The janitor that had messed up his sleep was now dangling off of a ledge on the volcano. And she didn't look like she was about to pull herself up anytime soon. He knew that whoever he sent up there to get her wouldn't get there in time. But dammit something inside him was telling him to go save her.

Dammit, this girl is going to get herself killed. He thought angrily as he pushed a secret button that opened up the compartment to his rocket boots. Boots don't fail me now!

He pulled them on and turned them on and made his way to where she was.

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My grip was slipping. I knew that I wouldn't' be able to hold on for any longer. My left hand slipped. I almost fell. I could feel my right hand slipping as well. My fingers were slipping. I did the not smartest thing next. I looked down. I was a lot farther than I thought it was before. I gulped.

My hand was slipping, slipping. I lost my grip. My stomach dropped. I tried to scream but was to paralyzed in fear to do so. I was falling, falling. Then I felt something strong and warm. And I wasn't falling anymore. I was actually rising.

I opened my eyes not realizing that I had even closed them. I looked and I saw Syndrome. He…saved me?

He looked down at me.

"Do you know how fucking stupid it is to be climbing that fucking thing? You could have gotten yourself killed! Lucky I was here or you would have probably ended up as-" He yelled before I cut him off.

"You , saved me?" I cocked my head to the side. Confused.

"No fucking Duh!"

"Sarcasm isn't need you know" I said. "But why?" I questioned.

He looked away from me. "I…I don't know." He seemed almost ashamed.

"I knew it" I said smugly.

"What?"

"I knew it" I repeated.

"Knew what?" he seemed thoroughly confused.

"Remember? Way back when. When I told you that one day you would be nice to me" I said. "I knew it, you were nice. You saved me. That was a nice thing to do. Ergo I win."

He simply gaped at me. And gave me another one of those 'what-the-hell' look. He seemed to give me those often.