I had to write more because a certain someone, who shall remain nameless, would not stop bugging me. Every day! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Okay anyway, Eryn's back home now and, well, no one cares. Review, por favor.
The Insanity One Can Cause
The raven-haired and indigo streaked girl landed on the beige carpet with in indelicate thud. The sound of computerized noises filtered through her shocked mind and slowly she looked around. The market was gone, the cobbled streets were gone, but the saddest of all Miguel was gone.
"Oh, you're finally back," her little brother, Max, remarked carelessly. He continued to play his video game despite the fact that his sister had mysteriously appeared out of thin air and landed on the floor.
"Yeah..." she murmured gazing blankly at the familiar surroundings. They last she remembered she had been tossing barbs with Miguel and now she was home.
"Beware the feral rabbits!" Max declared as he apparently blasted some digital evil.
"What?" she demanded in confusion. Why was she home? Was it because Miguel had told her to go to hell? Come to think of it that's exactly what her brother had said when she went to the other world.
"I said, 'So where have you been?'" he informed her contemptuously.
"No, you said to beware the feral rabbits," she responded whacking him on the head.
"Yeah, but I meant the other thing," he replied as he smacked her knee. "Were you in hell?"
"No, I most certainly was not," she answered, miffed.
"Didn't think so," he commented indifferently, "The devil would take one look at you and kick you out." The next five minutes found Max immobilized in a headlock by his older sister.
"I was in another world, if you have to know," she hissed in his ear.
"Did you bring me back anything?" he choked out and then elbowed her in the stomach. She gasped more in surprise than pain; still she released her grip on him.
"I shall vanquish you in the name of oppressed younger siblings," Max cried, green-gold eyes flashing triumphantly. He body slammed her and the fighting continued from there.
* * * *
Eryn shifted uneasily from foot to foot in the dew-covered grass. Around her somber sentinels and monoliths gazed reproachfully at the black clothed intruders. Graveyards really sucked, more than most places sucked, and she had been to some pretty sucky places in her life. In fact on the Depression Scale of Suckiness (DSS) graveyards were right there next to the post office and funerals. And of course she was in two of the three places, hint: it wasn't the post office.
The only upside to the whole thing was that she had managed to convince her brothers that they could make good money by being grave robbers. Of course she had neglected to mention that it was a punishable crime and that doctors had stopped paying for corpses in the early 1900's. But they really didn't need to know that. She smiled wickedly as she watched Max and the two others, Mickey and Marshal, run off towards the older section of the cemetery, wielding shovels.
"Losers," she muttered under her breath.
"No, I believe she was called Tabitha," her mother remarked absently.
"What?" Eryn asked giving her mother a strange look. Mrs. Michail smiled condescendingly at her daughter.
"Your aunt, or maybe cousin. Well, in all honestly she could be your long lost sister, I was pretty drugged when I had you." Her mother's reply left the girl staring blankly at her for a few moments.
"Right, okay," she murmured looking away. If truth be told the other world seemed a lot saner then the one she had been born on.
"I actually don't know if she was related to us, but we did get the invitation. Apparently she died in a tragic flower arranging accident," her mother commented impassively. Eryn wasn't even going to ask about the flower arranging accident; she really didn't want to know.
Suddenly the sound of a shutter being clicked arrested her attention. In slow motion she whipped around to face the source of the noise. Before her stood a dour looking relative with an expensive looking camera in his hand. Her amber eyes grew to frightening proportions and her lips pulled back in a feral snarl.
"Oh dear, I think you'd better run for your life," her mother called cheerfully to the baffled young man. With an inarticulate cry of rage Eryn launched herself at the photographer and brought him to the ground. She then proceeded to tear the camera out of the guy's startled hands.
"I shall wreak vengeance upon this device of Satan!" she screamed as she jumped up and down upon it. Soon it was reduced to bits and pieces and the film.
"That cost me twelve hundred dollars!" the abused guy hollered as he tried to gather the remnants up. With a maniacal laugh she grabbed the exposed roll of film and chucked over the graveyard fence and into the street beyond. By sheer chance the roll sailed through the driver's side window of a car and struck the person inside on the head. This caused him to lose control and the entire right side of the car ended up scrapping against a cement wall.
"Oh, that's not good," she muttered, a guilty look on her expressive face. Behind her, her brothers ran screaming by, the shovels abandoned and an angry gravedigger chasing them.
"Maybe she was your niece," her mother continued oblivious to everything.
* * * *
"I want to watch cartoons!" Max cried trying to grab the remote out of his sister's hand. The other brother's seconded that eagerly.
"Well, you can't," she told them contemptuously as she flipped to a talk show.
"And why is that?" Mickey pouted cutely.
"Because I'm god and you're not," she told him primly. Before she knew what they were about, they had swarmed her like rabid ants. The violence escalated from there as the four fought valiantly for control of the remote.
"That's interesting," her mother commented as she strode into the room, completely unaware of the four tussling children. "Did you know that artichokes only live for four years?" Of course she got no reply as Eryn managed to stand up with three little kids hanging off of her. Triumphantly she held the remote out of reach.
"Give it back!" Max yelled climbing on her back; the other two had secured her legs.
"Of course if our artichokes knew that then it'd be problem," her mother continued complacently, "I'd better not tell them. It might cause undue emotional damage." Looking thoughtful she left her children and the room, not once glancing at any of them.
"Make me!" Eryn returned struggling against the tiny monsters. With a grunt she sent Max flying into the sofa and dislodged the other two clinging siblings. "It's all mine!" she declared.
"Go to hell," the three defeated ones muttered. With a soft plop the remote fell to the ground before the three's startled eyes.
* * * *
"I'm back!" the raven-haired and indigo streaked girl squealed happily from her position on a very surprised Miguel Lavariel. The Dragonslayers, and their leader, stared at her in shock from around the dinner table.
"Your lap is pretty comfy," Eryn giggled mischievously and looped her arms casually about his neck.
"Dear gods no!" Miguel moaned.
* * * *
She's ba-ack! I guess people wanted it to continue. I'm so happy! *cheers* PS: Review if it's the last thing you do, of course it would be if you're reading this before the next chapter.
The Insanity One Can Cause
The raven-haired and indigo streaked girl landed on the beige carpet with in indelicate thud. The sound of computerized noises filtered through her shocked mind and slowly she looked around. The market was gone, the cobbled streets were gone, but the saddest of all Miguel was gone.
"Oh, you're finally back," her little brother, Max, remarked carelessly. He continued to play his video game despite the fact that his sister had mysteriously appeared out of thin air and landed on the floor.
"Yeah..." she murmured gazing blankly at the familiar surroundings. They last she remembered she had been tossing barbs with Miguel and now she was home.
"Beware the feral rabbits!" Max declared as he apparently blasted some digital evil.
"What?" she demanded in confusion. Why was she home? Was it because Miguel had told her to go to hell? Come to think of it that's exactly what her brother had said when she went to the other world.
"I said, 'So where have you been?'" he informed her contemptuously.
"No, you said to beware the feral rabbits," she responded whacking him on the head.
"Yeah, but I meant the other thing," he replied as he smacked her knee. "Were you in hell?"
"No, I most certainly was not," she answered, miffed.
"Didn't think so," he commented indifferently, "The devil would take one look at you and kick you out." The next five minutes found Max immobilized in a headlock by his older sister.
"I was in another world, if you have to know," she hissed in his ear.
"Did you bring me back anything?" he choked out and then elbowed her in the stomach. She gasped more in surprise than pain; still she released her grip on him.
"I shall vanquish you in the name of oppressed younger siblings," Max cried, green-gold eyes flashing triumphantly. He body slammed her and the fighting continued from there.
* * * *
Eryn shifted uneasily from foot to foot in the dew-covered grass. Around her somber sentinels and monoliths gazed reproachfully at the black clothed intruders. Graveyards really sucked, more than most places sucked, and she had been to some pretty sucky places in her life. In fact on the Depression Scale of Suckiness (DSS) graveyards were right there next to the post office and funerals. And of course she was in two of the three places, hint: it wasn't the post office.
The only upside to the whole thing was that she had managed to convince her brothers that they could make good money by being grave robbers. Of course she had neglected to mention that it was a punishable crime and that doctors had stopped paying for corpses in the early 1900's. But they really didn't need to know that. She smiled wickedly as she watched Max and the two others, Mickey and Marshal, run off towards the older section of the cemetery, wielding shovels.
"Losers," she muttered under her breath.
"No, I believe she was called Tabitha," her mother remarked absently.
"What?" Eryn asked giving her mother a strange look. Mrs. Michail smiled condescendingly at her daughter.
"Your aunt, or maybe cousin. Well, in all honestly she could be your long lost sister, I was pretty drugged when I had you." Her mother's reply left the girl staring blankly at her for a few moments.
"Right, okay," she murmured looking away. If truth be told the other world seemed a lot saner then the one she had been born on.
"I actually don't know if she was related to us, but we did get the invitation. Apparently she died in a tragic flower arranging accident," her mother commented impassively. Eryn wasn't even going to ask about the flower arranging accident; she really didn't want to know.
Suddenly the sound of a shutter being clicked arrested her attention. In slow motion she whipped around to face the source of the noise. Before her stood a dour looking relative with an expensive looking camera in his hand. Her amber eyes grew to frightening proportions and her lips pulled back in a feral snarl.
"Oh dear, I think you'd better run for your life," her mother called cheerfully to the baffled young man. With an inarticulate cry of rage Eryn launched herself at the photographer and brought him to the ground. She then proceeded to tear the camera out of the guy's startled hands.
"I shall wreak vengeance upon this device of Satan!" she screamed as she jumped up and down upon it. Soon it was reduced to bits and pieces and the film.
"That cost me twelve hundred dollars!" the abused guy hollered as he tried to gather the remnants up. With a maniacal laugh she grabbed the exposed roll of film and chucked over the graveyard fence and into the street beyond. By sheer chance the roll sailed through the driver's side window of a car and struck the person inside on the head. This caused him to lose control and the entire right side of the car ended up scrapping against a cement wall.
"Oh, that's not good," she muttered, a guilty look on her expressive face. Behind her, her brothers ran screaming by, the shovels abandoned and an angry gravedigger chasing them.
"Maybe she was your niece," her mother continued oblivious to everything.
* * * *
"I want to watch cartoons!" Max cried trying to grab the remote out of his sister's hand. The other brother's seconded that eagerly.
"Well, you can't," she told them contemptuously as she flipped to a talk show.
"And why is that?" Mickey pouted cutely.
"Because I'm god and you're not," she told him primly. Before she knew what they were about, they had swarmed her like rabid ants. The violence escalated from there as the four fought valiantly for control of the remote.
"That's interesting," her mother commented as she strode into the room, completely unaware of the four tussling children. "Did you know that artichokes only live for four years?" Of course she got no reply as Eryn managed to stand up with three little kids hanging off of her. Triumphantly she held the remote out of reach.
"Give it back!" Max yelled climbing on her back; the other two had secured her legs.
"Of course if our artichokes knew that then it'd be problem," her mother continued complacently, "I'd better not tell them. It might cause undue emotional damage." Looking thoughtful she left her children and the room, not once glancing at any of them.
"Make me!" Eryn returned struggling against the tiny monsters. With a grunt she sent Max flying into the sofa and dislodged the other two clinging siblings. "It's all mine!" she declared.
"Go to hell," the three defeated ones muttered. With a soft plop the remote fell to the ground before the three's startled eyes.
* * * *
"I'm back!" the raven-haired and indigo streaked girl squealed happily from her position on a very surprised Miguel Lavariel. The Dragonslayers, and their leader, stared at her in shock from around the dinner table.
"Your lap is pretty comfy," Eryn giggled mischievously and looped her arms casually about his neck.
"Dear gods no!" Miguel moaned.
* * * *
She's ba-ack! I guess people wanted it to continue. I'm so happy! *cheers* PS: Review if it's the last thing you do, of course it would be if you're reading this before the next chapter.
