Chapter 7-Answers

Disclaimer- well i need a stupid disclaimer,, so i dont own inkheart, inkspell or any of the characters... unless I feel like making one up, but sometimes OCs are confusing.and are sometimes boring. So... yeah.

If you could redo the past, would you? If you could somehow erase time and revisit that one moment in life, would you change it? Would you save a life? Die for someone else? Tell yourself what to say? Tell some one not to do something?

Farid had thought everything out. If he could, he would do everything over. For onc, he would not die. He would spin around when Basta was about to raise his knife, and would kill him himself. But somewhere, deep down in Farid's heart, he knew that even if he could revisit the past , he probaly couldn't do anything about it. The same terror would clutch his heart, when he felt that cold, blunt knife jab through him. The sane fear. But then he woke up, thinking it was just a dream and he found that Dustfinger... died. No, he didn't die. He commited suicide, on Farid's behalf. He took his own life so he could live? What kind of crap was that? What kind of crazy person would do that? Why did Dustfinger do it? Farid certainly didn't deserve it!

Yeah, if Farid could somehow trade places with Dustfinger, then heck yes he would. He would rather endeur the pain or agony (or whatever those stupid White Women did to him) at least that way he wouldn't have a guilty conscience. But, he knew why Dustfinger did it. He knew Dustfinger thought that Meggie needed him, that he (meaning Farid-- not Dustfinger) was so young and had hardly lived, as Dustfinger had... a longer life.

But still... it hurt him.

"Stupid boy, wake up!" Cheeseface growled in his ear.

Farid sat up groggily, and yawned. Usually he was up first.

Great, just perfect. Now i get to hear how lazy I am for the rest of the day...lovely Farid thought.

"Such a pathetic little boy" he heard him mumble.

Clenching his fists, he glared at Orpheaus, "I am not a pathetic boy. I am not even a boy." If anything your the one who is a boy. So immature .

"Yes, yes as you say" he waved him away, witha flick of his fat hand.

Why was he even with Cheeseface in the first place? Wasn't it because of him, Dustfinger had got back read into these pages? Wasn't his fault? Why was he with him? It was clear he didn't give a hoot about him or Dustfinger, Even if he so calls says that Dustfinger is his favorite character out of Inkheart

"Get me some water" Orpheaus barked at him. His voice boomed in the dawn of the morning.

Farid looked at him with darkened eyes, "As much as that appeals to me, I can't"

Orpheaus was busy examining the map, the hotel owner had given him. His crooked figure bent over it like an old man, like what Fenoglio used to do. Farid pushed away the happy memories. He dodn't feel like being happy, he wanted to feel sorry for himself and continue to hate Cheeseface.

"And why can't you?" was his timid responce. Pushing his glasses higher on his nose, and folding the map he gave Farid a what kind of idea popped into your tiny brain this time scowl.

Farid looked at him with a new light. He always knew he was slow but this... stupid? Jeez, Farid could run circles around him if he wanted too. "We're in the middle of the Godforsaken forest." He said icily.

".. So?"

"So? There is no water right here. Do you see any?... Anyway what happened to your canteen? We filled it up yesterday at the river"

Orpheaus scowled, "I drank it all last night"

"Well thats not my fault"

"It's not my fault I have a parched throat"

"..." If you didn't talk so much then maybe your throat wouldn't be parched. Farid thought.

"Well then... let me have yours"

Farid looked up him, "No."

"Humph. I guess Dustfinger won't be coming back then" he sighed, "What a pity. And I was getting so close to bringing him back."

Farid couldn't take it any longer, He was sick of him using that petty exuse for him to do all this work. He yanked Orpheaus's coller and pulled him down to his height (which was about to Orpheaus's chin, so not by much) surprising both of them at the sudden fierceness and strength,

"Listen here, Cheeseface, You have been using that stupid exuse for well over a month. You haven't even attempted to write a single word down. If your going to bring him back, do it now or I'm leaving" Farid hissed holding Orpheaus's coller with so much force his swollen face was turning a purple color. Fear clouded his eyes, his greasy hair obscuring them from view.

"Oh, I see your patience is running thin, eh? But what would you do if I didn't bring him back? Where would you go? You have no other place to go. You would have no one to bring back your precious Dustfinger, would you? Yeah, I got you there, Now give me your water," He hissed in his ear. He failed to realize that Farid still had a death-grip on his shirt coller.

"No. No more. Are you going to read him back or not? Yes or no? This isn't some fantasy vacation, Orpheaus. This is as much as a real world as yours was. You can't expect to control everything in it, like you did to me so long. I'm not putting up with you any longer. Are you or are you not reading him back?" Farid yelled. Sending birds that were in the trees above them flying away from the sudden noise.

Cheeseface's face turned a bright red from lack of oxygen or anger Farid didn't know, probaly both and Farid slacked some of the force just enough so he could talk. He didn't care if he couldn't breathe. He wanted answers. Just answers. Not crap, not exuses answers. "Tell me, what are you going to do?"Farid hissed.

Cheeseface glared at him and slowly ( enjoying the look of impatience cross Farid's face ) opened his mouth. " I ..."

Ha ha cliffhanger. Noticed I never really put one in here before. Yeah 3 chapters in one day ( well less than 24 hours) Have lots of time eh? Not really just bored . I have alot of science stuff to do but that can wait... this is more fun... yea review if ya want to . love ya bucnhes -- from me :D.