Sorry about the wait. My computer is being rather uncooperative. It keeps deleting what I write and restarting! I think when it doesn't like what I've written, it deletes it. I can't believe even my computer is criticizing me! Anyway, it must have finally like it because now I have finally updated! I give an extra cyber thank you and a virtual pie to She-Who-Has-A-Very-Long-Name, who sent PMs to me with ideas. Thank you!
I'm thinking about focusing on this story for a while then writing WereCat's Story and others. Sorry but I just need to finish something! It will give me a sense of accomplishment since I never stay with something for very long, but I really am enjoying this, so I plan to write more often. Now I give the reviewers the promised virtual brownies!
WereCat: Hi Everyone!
Kattie: Aloha!
Alex: Bonjour!
Dr. P: WereCat told me to say it *clears throat* WereCatsRule doesn't own the Inheritance Cycle or its characters, Indiana Jones, Frankenstein, or laxatives.
Kattie began to run as fast as she could. "Not good!" she spat out as she ran. After a couple of "evasive maneuvers" and some dodging she found her way to a creepy castle that looked like it belonged in a black and white Frankenstein movie.
"Might as well take the traditional way," she sighed and walked up the steps. There was a really weird soda shaped door-knocker that she practically beat on the door with.
The door opened eerily by itself and Kattie warily stepped onto the rug. Or carpet. Whatever. "Anyone home?" she yelled. After no answer she felt rather irritated. " IS ANYONE HOME?"
-Meanwhile—
"Aw come on Eragon! It's just a fruit!"
"No! I have no idea what fruit it is and am not sure whether or not it is sanitary!"
"I didn't know you were a neat freak…"
"That beside the point! I refuse to eat this strange fruit!"
"Why not?"
"For all I know it may be poisoned or filled with sedation stuff!"
"Why would I- never mind. Stupid question."
"Exactly. I don't want to wake up in my underwear surrounded by Imperial soldiers!"
"Huh?"
"You were murmuring your plan in your sleep."
"Why were you listening to me in my sleep?"
"Sloan did it, not me! He just woke me up and told me before you woke up."
"He is so getting destroyed by my army of rabid hamsters!"
-Back to the Main Plot—
"I knew Dr. P was a creepy stalker but not this bad." For those who want to know, Kattie stumbled on a 24 hour surveillance room of our good friend, Alex.
She shuddered and locked the door. She opened the next room and saw Alex.
"Hey Kattie! How goes it?" Alex yelled from across the room.
"Great! How about you?"
"Just peachy."
Kattie attempted to get across the room, nearly stumbling in a conveniently placed spike pit and almost getting decapitated. "Wow! I'm the modern Indiana Jones! AWESOME!"
"Well, Miss Modern Indiana Jones. Can I please be rescued? My circulation is getting cut off!"
"I'm coming! I'm coming! Don't get your telepathy in a twist!"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"No idea."
-Meanwhile—
"Eragon! You are so dramatic! One tiny bite! Please?"
"Fine! Just stop pestering me!" Eragon grabbed the yellow crescent shaped fruit peeled off the top. Wer- Artemis smiled encouragement. Eragon daintily pushed to peeling off and took a small bite. "This is so good!" he yelled and began eating as fast as he could.
We- Artemis came up with a clever, brilliant plan.
"Hey Eragon! Have you ever had chocolate?"
-Back to the Main Plot, again—
"Watch it with that knife Kattie!" Alex protested as a very sharp knife was sloppily chopping through the ropes. "I would not enjoy being accidently shish-ka-bobbed!"
"I wouldn't do that!" Kattie smiled. "I'm too awesome for-" then a loud bang was heard.
"HONEY! I'm HOOOOOOOOMMMMEEEE!" boomed a voice. (the accent is Italian)
"Is that-?" began Kattie.
"It is," said Alex before Kattie could mention the evil evil name.
"Sweety, how were you without the great and magnificently wondrous Dr. P! Your stal- em- admirer has arrived!"
In walked a brown haired, brown eyed, Italian 19-year-old. His smile was so weird, like stalker weird (which he was) and his eyes were so creepy, staring at Alex. "Wierdo!" muttered Kattie, barely able to suppress the laugh when she made the private joke (meaning only she knows why it's funny!). Shut up WIV! You can't narrate my story! (Oh, but I did!) We will talk about this later!
-Meanwhile—
"Here you go! One banana dipped in hot fudge with a special surprise!" Were-Artemis (Heheh… Were-Artemis)
Eragon began scarfing down his fifteenth banana. "What's the special surprise?"
Were-Artemis leaned over and whispered really quiet in his ear, "The surprise is laxatives."
Eragon gave her a funny look. "What are…..?" Suddenly Eragon stiffened and this horribly embarrassed look came across his face. He stood up. "Excuse me but I have to go to the little Dragon Riders' room," he commented politely. He then took a few steps and then ran as fast as he could for cover. WereCat finally couldn't hold in anymore and laughed. She laughed so hard that she fell down and was literally Rolling-On-The-Floor-Laughing-Out-Loud.
She sat up abruptly and somehow pulled a clipboard out if thin air. "ROTFLOL under natural circumstances…." She put a pen to the clipboard(not before clicking the pen several times) and made a mark, "CHECK!"
-Back to the Plot, laddy-
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! You will never take my precious Alex away from me!" Dr. P pulled out a big red button that said "SELF-DESTRUCT" and guffawed while doing so. That's an interesting word, guffawed. It sounds and in reality is funny. Guffawed, heheh. Anywho, Dr. P began to say his villain speech, blah blah blah. "Come over here Alex and swear to never leave me, then I'll press the self-destruct button for the self-destruct button, O.K.?"
Alex and Kattie exchanged a confused look at this comment. Kattie mouthed 'Self-destruct button for self-destruct button?' Dr. P, who apparently knew what they were talking about yelled, "I have alot of self-destruct buttons! I've got one for the toaster, one for the fridge. I even have a self-destruct button for the self-destruct button for the self-destruct button!"
Kattie looked at Dr. P sourly, "That's bad grammar!"
Dr. P looked at her in confusion. "What-?"
Kattie poked him in the chest, "Alot is bad grammar. The correct term is a lot. Two words! Get it right, genius!"
Dr. P gave a puzzled look to Alex, "Is she kidding?"
Alex smirked, "Kattie doesn't kid about grammar!"
Dr. P officially lost then. Apparently he is a grammar MORON! "Face me you grammar stickler!"
Kattie smiled and pulled out a digital camera and pressed the little button that takes pictures. Dr. P was temporarily blinded by the flash. While he was distracted, she proceeded to pull out a rubber chicken and beat him with it. She took a few quills and threw them at his head. Finding that it just made Dr. P angrier, she decided to take a more desperate action.
Kattie took out a whole porcupine and threw it at Dr. P! Dr. P, evidently scared and defeated, began shouting, "I SURRENDER! I SURRENDER!" Alex and Kattie high-fived and began to tie Dr. P up.
Alex smiled. "This has been a productive day!"