I'm going to finish a Fanfic that's not this Fanfic before I write another one. (I'm probably not.)

Also, I just wanted to let you know that I'll update more because in a week, I'm going to be swallowed by that treacherous building people call secondary school.

Alix stood above the Lift, waiting for Joe to beat the crap out of the staircase. Joe jumped on the staircase, which came smashing down right after he did so.

"On the count of three. One," Anya counted, eyeing both Alix and Karmo, "two, three!"

Alix jumped down the huge hole Joe made, landing perfectly on his feet. Karmo and Anya, coming from below, skittered to a stop in front of the empty secret room.

"They're not here," Karmo said.

"But- but they have to be! Where else can they be? It's not like they can hide anywhere!"

Karmo looked over to every side of the small, secret room. "Looks like you made that dramatic entrance for nothing, Alix."

"It was a jump," Anya argued, pointlessly.

"It certainly was," Karmo said.

Alix put a hand to his head, kneeling on the floor of the secret room. "I don't understand! How can they just break in and out of this ship without anyone noticing? It's a ship, for God's sake! It's floating in the middle of an ocean!"

"Well unless James and Maddox and that other girl have-"

Alix paused at this, twisting his head a little. "What other girl?"

Anya looked as if she'd seen Santa Claus ridding his sleigh up in the sky. "You know, that other girl with James and Maddox. Or at least, I think it was a girl, if I identified the voice correctly, but it might have been someone like Karmo, who talks in a relatively high pitched voice for a boy."

Karmo didn't look too pleased.

"That girl wasn't talking when Karmo and I listened."

"Maybe it was just Karmo that I heard, then," Anya said, half mockingly. "It isn't much of a big deal."

"So what do we do?" Alix asked, making heads turn to him. "I mean, for a kid, James is powerful. And Maddox is a nightmare. And that girl you were talking about that's not Karmo is probably somewhat magical. She probably broke into the ship with teleportation skills or something like that. We can't take them on our own."

Karmo gave a nod in contribution.

"We have Joe."

"We need more than just Joe." Karmo said the name as if it were some dirty word he despised.

To this, Joe looked up from whatever he was doing and growled at Karmo, who might as well give a full-on speech apologizing for saying Joe's name like that, if it wasn't for Alix himself advising Joe to take his anger on a nearby, unfortunate watermelon.

"We need a watermelon, too," Anya told them, "in case he tries to pound one of us into fresh meat."

Karmo's lips curled into a smile. "Thank you Anya. We do need watermelons," his smile grew, "just not for the same reason."

X~x~X

Alix should have known Karmo had a terrible idea in mind when the phrase included two words, watermelon, and reason.

Those two words put together could possibly create another war, but one with watermelons as cannonballs

And that was practically Karmo's plan, the way Alix had read it.

"We'll take three small boats," Karmo had said. "One, Alix will tend with Joe and it's filled with some boring, classical weapons. Connected to that one with rope that we can easily cut is Anya's, tending two crates of watermelons. I will attach my boat, too, and I will also load it with two crates of watermelons. Everyone will have at least two weapons with them, so in case we run out of watermelons, we can always defend in the boring, classical style."

"Why watermelons?" Alix had asked.

"Because you already take up so much weight on the ship, there's no way for them to stay here without drowning it," Karmo joked, attentively.

Although Alix knew it wasn't the truth, he accepted the response anyway, as a joke, hopefully.

Anya seemed to be in agreement with the idea. Alix just thought it was straight out ridiculous.

"Will we be notifying the captain?" Anya had asked.

Karmo had simply shaken his head, the smile still clear on his face.

X~x~X

Shane didn't know where he was. He didn't know where he was most of the time in his life, but this case wasn't simply about being lost in his thoughts. He had to want to know where he was to actually know where he was.

Because there was only one thing that mattered at this moment; escape.

Escape

His hands tied with metal cuffs and his eyes blinded with cloths, there was only his cry of help that could allow another being to save him. But Shane didn't cry for help; he didn't want anyone else but he himself to be half the rescuer, and that would be harder, however, the scale from easy to difficult was nothing but measurement at this point.

Magic

There was another key to escaping, and it was exactly this. Shane wasn't much of a magician when it came to handcuffs and blindfolds, but his verbs were the wands that were true to their own nature.

Shane the Devourer had a fearful image, but that was not the image he needed to get out of his situation. Shane the thirteen-and-a-half year old had an innocent image, but despite what most people would think, that was also not the image he needed at the moment. He needed Shane the traitor.

It was his most untrustworthy image to begin with, and he needed his captors to pay close attention to him, and nothing else. He needed to look suspicious, to look smart, to look as cunning as possible.

He heard footfalls down the steps. Perfect. It was his time to shine.

Shane struggled with the hands on his back, but not enough to make too much noise. He blinked his eyes as fast as he could, testing to see if his eyelashes were really as stiff as Drina had told him it was. He could feel the sienna colour lift from his face as he thought about his sister.

It was his fault, no one else's.

Shane had always been a person to put the blame on others. He tried to change that, not just for himself, but for people like Alix, Anya, Karmo and most of all, Abeke.

And there it was again; the blame.

He needed to shut his emotions at the minute, as the guards were approaching.

"Don't bother with the handcuffs and blindfolds, big brother," James, as Shane assumed, told him. Then, to whatever other people there were, "We need more guards with the Devourer."

"Ex-Reptile King," corrected Shane.

James just laughed.

A pair of footsteps rushed up the stairs, then came back down with more footsteps.

"Keep the 'Ex-King' here," James commanded. "I'm going upstairs to get the watermelon juice."

The guards laughed.

James wasn't kidding, Shane assumed, as he heard faint, calm, footsteps go up the stairs and come back down.

"Shane," called a voice, which had clearly not been there a moment ago.

It was Maddox.

"You're the watermelon juice?" Shane asked.

To his surprise, the guards, and even James, laughed.

"Hey, just because I've been demoted doesn't mean I can't beat the crap out of one or all of you."

"No," a female guard reasoned, "it only means that you'll be demoted again if you do that."

Shane heard a crystal clear punch of a skull ring out in his ears. Everyone was silent.

James sighed. "I can't believe I'm eleven and I can take care of myself better than all you adults can." He sighed again. "Watermelon, go take her to the infirmary." He paused to add, "And bring her back in one piece, please."

Shane was about to comment on that when something hit the floor.

"A watermelon."

This is probably the last update before I get swallowed by the Unwind fandom.
It's probably the second last update before I get swallowed by the black hole more commonly known as school.
I'm gonna go search up what the phobia of watermelons is called now.

~Alice