"... I really should have expected this."
She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, looking at Usopp-san, who was currently on top of the bearskin rug that was in the dining room.
The bearskin rug, that was currently alive and trying to throw Usopp-san of it's back, while a painting of a lady was trying to drag Chopper-san with her back into her frame, with Nami-san pulling at Chopper-san to prevent her from doing so.
Really, she leaves them alone for, what? A few hours? Yes that sounds about right, and when she returns, she finds them in trouble.
It was like there was a curse on them or something…
Maybe she should check for one.
She watched as Usopp-san jumped of the bearskin and onto the chandelier, swinging in it and taking of a candle, throwing it at the rug.
"Take this, you dirty rug!"
"Well… I suppose there are worse way to do that, though it would not have been my first choice."
Was the rug… Reprimanding Usopp-san for throwing a candle at it?!
"Seriously, who throws a candle at someone?!"
Yes… It was reprimanding him… And so were the painting!
"Are you seriously reprimanding him?! You are trying to kill him! He is perfectly within his rights to retaliate against you, you bloody wanker!"
Usopp almost fell down the chandelier when he heard her voice but he was able to stabilize himself.
There, standing in one of the doorways, was Midnight, her expression incredulous.
"What kind of MORON expects to just be able to attack somebody without whoever they are attacking fighting back?!'
As Midnight came marching towards the burning rug, her mood seemed to take an even darker tone as she spotted Hildon.
"And you!"
Hildon jumped on the spot, clearly terrified by the enraged mage.
"Y-Yes M-Miss?"
Midnight jumped up to Hildon, her normally slightly shorter than average body seeming to tower over him in her rage, more than it already did, Hildon was a freaking dwarf.
"What in the name of all things holy possessed you to leave us stranded in a graveyard, you bloody prat?! I'm pretty sure that what Nami-san asked you to do was NOT, in fact, all that difficult, so how the hell did we end up in a bloody graveyard filled with Zombies?!"
"I-I-I…"
"Oh and, Usopp-san? You've just set the room on fire."
"Eh?... OH CRAP!"
Nami and Chopper looked around as well, seeing that, yes, the room was, if fact, on fire and it was Usopp who did it by dropping the candles.
"ARGH~! WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!"
They ran to the door, trying to open it.
"THE DOOR WON'T OPEN, WE'RE STUCK!"
"There you are!"
The bearskin rug had found them, punching the side of the archway in front of the door, making rubble fly at them.
They ran away, screaming all the way.
"THAT WAS WAY TO CLOSED!"
"MIDNIGHT, DO SOMETHING, ANYTHING!"
"I'm afraid I am busy at the moment, Nami-san."
Her voice sounded strained.
"HUH?!"
Nami looked around, trying to find her.
When she finally did, she gaped in horror.
One of the paintings had warped it's arm around Midnight's wrists, holding her suspended over the floor, arms over her head.
The look on her face was strained, teeth grid and eyes shut, a light sheen of sweat visible on her face.
"MIDNIGHT!"
She pried her eye open, looking that Nami-san.
"What the bloody hell are you doing just standing there?! Run! I can handle myself!"
She watched as Nami-san and the two others hesitated, clearly concerned about her, before they were forced to run from the painting-ghost-things that were chasing them.
She felt the one holding her shift, lifting her higher of the ground.
'Shit, if I don't do something quick, I won't have enough energy to stay and help!'
She started moving her body, using the momentum to make her swing, hoping it would startle the thing holding her.
It did.
She felt the grip on her wrists loosen, just the tiniest bit, but it was enough.
As she wrenched her arms free, she saw Nami-san, Usopp-san and Chopper-san get thrown into the, luckily unlit, fireplace.
'Come to think of it, where did the fire go? Did they somehow put it out or...' She shook her head, now was NOT the time to think about that!
She did a flip in midair, using her leg to kick the ghost-painting-thing away from her, as she fell to the floor, landing gracefully on it.
She ran to the others, dodging the ghosts left and right, punching away those she couldn't dodge.
And man did it feel good to be able to do so.
Then she felt herself being grabbed again.
"Col-!"
"I'm sorry Miss, but the doctor wants to have a little... chat with you about how exactly you were able to scare of the zombies of the graveyard."
She glared at the one currently holding her arms behind her back, uttering muffled curses from behind it's hand.
"ARGH~!"
Her head snapped back to look at her friends, who had just fallen back into the secret passageway located in the fireplace.
"They disappeared."
"It's a secret passageway."
Her legs were shaking, eyes drooping as she felt her energy drain at a rapid pace from being forced to go solid for so long.
"Hey what are you... What the hell?!"
She felt herself fall through him, panic taking over her mind.
'Shit! Please you three, be save...'
Yes, I know. It's short. For some reason this just would not work for me. Annoying, but oh well.
I've posted another story - The Ones That once Was - and would like your opinion on whether or not I should continue it.
See Ya - TheGirlyDJ
