I am trying to keep up, but I have too many writing projects. And school. School is really good at inconveniencing me.

I already have the ending written out, but for some reason, the middle part is eluding me. Curse you, writer's block!

Xmenlover: Star Wars is one of my favorite movies, but I don't really have a favorite. At least, not yet. Once Avengers and The Dark Knight Rises come out, I'll have one. Also, thank you for enjoying my writing. I try, I truly do. Also, because not many people comment on my stories, I'm able to answer everybody's questions within the story itself. It's a curse and a blessing, wrapped in a tortilla and grilled to perfection. Yum.

In case any of y'all think that I own AD: JL, it is my duty to inform you that I do not. R&R, but you must enjoy first.

The Return of the Huntsclan Chapter Seven

In Emma's room, at the Huntsclan Academy-

Emma's room was trashed. She had lost the papers she needed to grade for her class and had torn through pretty much all of her furniture in a desperate attempt to find them.

"Where did I put them?" she growled fiercely. She would have used magic, but any magic would have been detected by the Huntsclan. Also, her powers were on the flux, more than ever. She wasn't ill, she was certain. That would mean that something was interfering with her abilities.

"Ah-ha!" Emma pulled a sheaf of papers from in between two binders labeled US History from 1877 and Geochemistry. She grinned at the binders. "When I don't rush, my handwriting is beautiful," she told the binders. "Hmm?" She frowned as something caught her eye. A small cluster of papers was sticking out of the top of the binder labeled US History from 1877. She took out the binder and opened it. Stuck inside the small flap used to hold papers were several editions of her alien magazines.

"OH!" She flipped through them eagerly. "Of course, this is what I should have been looking for all along! Why didn't I see it before?" She examined the August 2008 issue carefully. The cover was completely black. She turned to the Table of Contents and ran her finger down the list of articles.

"Preventing your cattle from being abducted. How to erase crop circles without your neighbors noticing. Why chocolate is sacred to many cultures. The best methods to keep overshadowers out of your house and away from your planet," she muttered. "Let's see, the last article is on page 87." She turned to the article. The picture above the article's heading was of a vague, shadowy figure. It seemed to be blurry, as though the camera that had taken the picture did not have a good quality. However, the background was perfectly clear.

"A rare photograph of the elusive…." Emma broke off, frowning at the description beneath the picture. "How the heck do you pronounce that?" She gave it her best shot.

"Flocks…Flocks in…um, Flocks in nice…" She grunted with frustration and nearly threw away the magazine, but stopped herself at the last second. She began to reread the description.

"A rare photograph of the elusive…unpronounceable, one of the most accomplished species at overshadowing sentient beings. They are dangerous, highly dangerous, and the recommended course of action is to avoid them at all cost. If you don't want them to overshadow you, we recommend drinking orange juice and using lemon-scented detergent, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, or lotion. If you smell like lemon they will stay away. Other citrus fruits work, but the lemon is the most effective. Also, keep salt at hand at all times. It is believed that they may have some genetic similarities to annelids, as salt will burn them upon contact." Emma stopped reading. A faint smile cautiously made its way up her face.

"Salt, lemons, and oranges." She grinned. "Perfect!" She glanced around her room, and her good mood deflated a bit.

"Oh dear," she sighed, and began to clean her room…again.

In Jake's room–

Jake frowned at the candle on his dresser. He'd had it there for ages, but had never used it. Apparently, it kept mosquitoes away.

"Citronella," he said out loud, reading the label. "What is a citronella?" He rubbed his eyes dazedly, exhausted. Maybe it was one of those hippie scents, the ones that are supposed to make you awake, or sleepy, or hungry. He hoped it was the one that made you awake. He lit the wick of the candle using his dragon powers and watched the flame dance back and forth. Within a few minutes, a sort of tangy, oily scent had filled the room.

"Ugh!" Jake grunted. It felt like his insides were break-dancing. He knew he was going to puke. He barely made it to the bathroom in time. However, instead of upchucking his lunch (a banana, honey, and peanut butter sandwich with milk) some sort of black liquid came up. It looked like petroleum, but was a bit misty and foggy, like an oily cloud. His head cleared and he quickly pushed the lever, flushing whatever that had been away.

"Well, that was weird," he said and walked out of the bathroom and back into his room. The citronella candle was still burning fiercely. Jake got the feeling that he owed the little candle big-time.

"Thanks," he told it, slightly lucid. But apparently very lucid, as a voice seemed to break into his thoughts.

"Jake?" a girl's voice said. She sounded wary, as though she was ready to be happy, but at the same time, was ready to be let down.

"Yes?" he replied out loud.

"No need to speak out loud," the girl replied. "Anyways, this isn't a secure line. I need to meet you, face-to-face. Meet me by the sugar maple in Central Park." Jake blinked and nodded.

"All right." He felt the connection end. As soon as it did, he put on his shoes, raced downstairs, and rushed outside. He had a park to go to.

In Emma's room –

Emma's grin would not go away. She had managed to clean her room, grade the papers, and was going to meet Jake. Somehow, he had managed to banish the creature living inside him. It was a good thing Trixie and Spud weren't in NYC this summer, because she really didn't want them to get caught up in this mess. She walked over to her collection of lotions and candles. Choosing a select few, she put them in a purse after rubbing lemon-scented oil on her hands. She carefully put on her Huntsgirl face and decided to glide out, rather than walk.

"Jake Long, here I come," she said under breath as she exited the Huntsclan Academy.

It was a beautiful day, with sunshine and birds chirping sweetly.

It was a beautiful day to come with a plan to kick some alien butt.

Ta-da! The end of this chapter. Tell me whatcha think, 'kay?

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