Chapter Nine:
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story, except for Adelaide and Stephanie.
(Stephanie's POV)
I woke up to Stephano cavorting about, swinging his sword and muttering something. I pulled myself into a sitting position and rubbed my eyes, watching him curiously. He stopped when he saw me, a sheepish expression on his face.
"Hi." I said, and grinned. He sat down next to me, and sheathed his sword.
"You cold?" I nodded and he wrapped his arm around me. I snuggled into his chest.
"I really missed you." I murmured. He chuckled, and then pulled out his sword.
"You wanna learn something cool?" he asked, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet.
"Sure!" He handed me his sword, and then positioned my hands on the hilt.
"The anchient art of Chopnese. Something every Statue learns." He guided my hands in a few motions, and then stepped back.
"Your father taught it to me, I taught it to Gonzales, and he taught it to Adelaide. It's a form of communication, and a form of defense." Something about the movements seemed natural and I remembered something from my child hood. I whirled through a bunch of moves and ended up facing Stephano, the sword almost touching his face. He grinned.
"Wow. You're a natural!" He moved the tip away from his face, and I turned the sword to him, a blush creeping over my face. As he took the sword, he pulled me close and kissed me. I smacked him good naturedly and pulled away.
"I love you too."
X
(Pewdie's POV)
Not long after I found Froggy Fru, all of the Bro Army survivors were taken off the assembly line and given the ankle chains. It felt kind of random to have it, but soon I discovered what the anklets were for. A fight broke out not far down the assembly line and I caught sight of the familiar face of Shane Dawson, who I had jokingly called the Barrel King in Cry of Fear. He was trying to use one of the weapons on the line to attack the Barrels. Someone shouted a line in a different language and Shane stopped fighting, his eyes blank, and turned back to the assembly line. Every one had froze.
"Do not cross us. You all know what the consequences for trying to escape are." The head Barrel said. We returned to our work, silence all around. Eventually, the chatter started up again, but it was subdued. Granted, it had been subdued before but now it was worse. I looked up at the person across from me and started.
"Ellie?" It was the main character girl from The Last of Us. She grinned at me.
"Hi."
"How'd you get here?" I asked. As far as I knew, the Barrels had only taken over Amnesia... But maybe they were capturing from other games. Ellie shrugged.
"Joel and I were sleeping in an old barn, and then we woke up here, slaves of those fucking Barrels." She glared at one of the men. I smiled. That was Ellie for ya.
X
(Stephanie's POV)
Stephano and I woke everyone up, and we began to pack up, ready to move on. Crazily enough, Aeron and Mark had managed to find the lever that lowered the ladder. We all climbed up to the machine room, and we messed around trying to figure out the puzzles. At one point, Stephano pulled me aside and whispered,
"I know this castle better than anyone. I know that what comes next is extremely dangerous. And I want you to stay here with the other girls." I shook my head at him.
"We aren't afraid Stephano. And I want to help." I showed him my knife. He seemed to want to argue, but didn't. I hugged him.
"Think about it like this; now you won't have to risk returning here for us." He grinned, showing lots of teeth.
"You'll make a good leader." I blushed and brushed off the praise.
"Hopefully I won't have to be a leader." Stephano chuckled.
"You will be. It's written all over your past, your present, and I see it in your future."
"How?" I asked, totally perplexed. He pulled out his sword.
"You speak Chopnese?" I laughed.
A/N: Sorry guys for last week! I got caught up in Summer Camp! AHH! BUT! I'm back now. I got a review asking for longer chapters, and I will try my hardest! I love you guys so much, and I'll see you next week!
Peace to the Cookies!
-d.t.i.d