AN: I'm updating again! Yay! Jimothy is still very much with me but I'm working past him. At least I know what I have to do in this chapter, which is something new seeing as I usually plan as I write (I'm hopeless at planning – especially in exams!) but yeah… I do actually have a storyline. I mean, I had one before but his one's better than that one was.

Disclaimer: I don't own GoT! But I do own Kyla and the random personalities of the characters. Also I own the plot and the randomisation of the story. And you know why? Because I'm random!

Guess whose pov I'm using?

Yep, you guessed it.

Kyla

(AN: Wow that looks like upside down steps! Sorry, on with the story – I just had to point that out.)

I shove Dillon in my wardrobe, shutting the door so I can lock him in. "You stay here." I command. "I will check if the coast is clear."

From inside the wardrobe, Dillon's voice is muffled but can still be heard – unfortunately. "You what?"

I sigh, rolling my eyes at his idioticness, formally known as stupidity but idioticness suits Dillon better even though it's not a word, 'cause he's not entirely stupid, he's just an idiot. So what if they're the same thing! "I'm going to walk through our route to see if Lathenia's there." I cross my fingers. "I will come back and let you out when she isn't."

"Oh, okay." Dillon answers.

When I've closed the door to my room and am safely out of Dillon's ear-shot, I punch the air. "SUCKER!" I have no intention of going back to let him out. Dillon is great; he is a useful ally in getting cheese and makes good company, but occasionally, I just want a little bit of me-time. Well, more like not-with-Dillon-time, it pays to have more than one good friend and I intend to spend the evening bitching about Neriah right under her nose with Ashlynn. It would appear as though I've gained an ally in that Sue-hater department.

Oh yes, this evening could be fun. I am just itching to attack the Sue again; last time was so much fun! And Arkarian will be too busy glaring at/ arguing with/ moaning about Lorian to intervene. Ethan will just attempt to talk us out of it, and Dillon's locked in the wardrobe upstairs.

I wander into the lounge to find Emily giving Matt Evils while rubbing the lump on her skull, Ethan chatting to Rochelle while holding her hand, Rosy attempting to put mascara on in the window, Neriah studying her nails, Ashlynn drinking a bottle of something-or-other – I can't read the label from the doorway and I don't really care what it is either, Isabel guzzling fizzy drinks beside her, Arkarian glaring at Lorian, who's chatting to his sister, and Norom murmuring to her jar of pickles in a paranoid, drunk kinda way.

I wander over to where Ashlynn and Isabel are, plonking myself in between them. I grab the nearest bottle of drink – I think it's vodka but you never know, 'cause the labels are all scribbled on upon closer examination.

"Norom?" I enquire.

Ashlynn nods, "Yep. You would've thought that after the previous incidents, they'd be better hidden, but no. Who attempted to hide them, anyway?"

I roll my eyes, knowing that answer only too well. "Dillon."

"Well, that explains it."

Isabel giggles, all hyped up on sugar. "Dillon's a stupid-head!"

Ashlynn raises her eyebrows. "Stupid-head?"

I nod. "Sugar high."

Isabel jumps up. "SUGAR!" she randomly runs around the room, landing on Arkarian's lap. Arkarian doesn't even notice as she giggles in his ear; he's still far too busy glaring at Lorian.

Ashlynn asks: "How do you stay sane in this house?"

"Ooh! I know this one; it's easy. Right, here's your answer: you don't. It's so much more fun if you're not sane all the time. However, there is one thing that keeps you sane for a little while."

"And what's that?"

"Sue slaying."

"So when do we begin."

I pause to consider this. "How about right now?"

"Sounds good to me. Just let me finish my drink and devise a plan then we're all systems go!"

"Okay."

Fortunately for Neriah but extremely unfortunately for the rest of the universe, I made an itsy-bitsy, teeny, tiny, miniscule really, mistake. I forgot about Dillon's skill of strength. I also forgot that my wardrobe is made of wood. Dillon burst through the door into the room. I made a big show of being shocked, while Lorian held Lathenia back from attacking Dillon.

"Oh my god! Dillon, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to forget about you!" I try my hardest to look all upset, it usually works to get me off the hook – well, Ethan and Dillon's hook anyway. But tonight, it just isn't working.

"You left me in your wardrobe!"

"I forgot you were there! It's not like I regularly tell people to hide in my wardrobe is it?"

Matt chooses that moment to interject. "Who has a wardrobe?"

It's Rochelle who tells him to shut up.

Dillon frowned. "Where were we?"

I grin evilly, a fantastic plan forming in my mind. "You were just saying how much you love cheese."

Neriah yells. "No! She locked you in a war-"

Ashlynn pounces on her, cutting off that last word. But the rest of the sentence was enough to make Dillon remember what he was actually saying. I spot Ashlynn and Neriah rolling around on the floor, biting, kicking and scratching as Dillon picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder.

I pummel his back with my fists. "Dillon! Put me down! I need to stack the Mary Sue with Ashlynn!"

Dillon shrugs, almost dropping me. Then he lowers me to the ground a little bit more gently. "YESSSS!" I shout, rushing over to the pair on the floor.

Arkarian and Ethan intercept me. Ethan explains. "You're named; we have to keep you from hurting another named."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! LET ME GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screech, kicking Ethan in the balls.

He groans, collapsing on the floor, still holding on to my arm. "Not again. Do you have something against me having children in the future?"

"No I just like beating up Neriah, and you're in the way." I reply truthfully.

Arkarian says. "We want Neriah to get beaten up too. Why do you think Rochelle's distracting Matt with the endless story?"

I shudder. "You mean the 'I made a plait and it was rubbish so the world and his wife laughed at it, then I laughed at it, and then it died. So I made another one and it was no better than the last so the world and his wife…' etc one?"

Ethan answers. "No the 'I made a knot and it was rubbish so the world and his wife laughed at it, then I laughed at it, and then it died.' One."

I shudder again. "Those stories are so boring, so repetitive and so long! It's torture."

Ashlynn gets up, victorious. Neriah hisses and leaves the room. Dillon cheers loudly. Everyone except Rochelle, whose still busy telling the knot story to Matt, sings Dillon's rendition of 'Ding Dong the Sue is Gone'. Okay, the immortals and Isabel had already left the room, and Ethan was kinda groaning at the same time – I really should think before I kick but oh well, the damage has been done – but it was still pretty loud.

Dillon comes over. "Hey Kyla! I have a punishment for you!"

I groan; I'd been hoping the excitement of that catfight would have made him forget all about me leaving him in the wardrobe. To oblivion with is superior strength!

Gazing at him imploringly, I complain: "That's not fair, Dillon! I forgot! I didn't mean to!" Geez, I sound like a whinging little kid caught picking their nose and flicking it at another little kid. Isn't it irritating watching little kids do that? It just makes you want to shudder and call 'ewwwwwww'!

Dillon's smiling now. It should be a good thing but it's not when he's using that smile. You know, the one that means 'Ha! I'm gonna be evil to you and there's nothing you can do about it, so in your face. Oh man, this is gonna be fun!'.

"But it's only a little dare! And you won't be allowed to dare me back!"

I raise my eyebrows. "What is this dare?"

"I dare you to drink as much of that stuff-" He gestures to the drinks, "-as you can in ten minutes."

Ah, I get it now! Dillon wants me to have a whopper of a hangover in the morning. He remembers having one and thinks he can trick me into getting one. Lucky Norom coloured in all the labels then; I can get away with drinking a load of sugar loaded cherryade instead.

"Okay, but you have to do it with me."

I can almost hear the cogs in his brain turning as he goes over what I said again in his head. Satisfied that I didn't dare him – 'cause technically, I bargained with him instead – he nods and comes with me to the drinks table.

Matt jumps up to stand in between me and Dillon. "Ooh! Can I count you down? I learned to count my ABC's ages ago! I know the letters of the alalalfatebet too!"

I raise me eyebrows again. "Alphabet, Matt. And if you're so sure, what are the first three letters of the alphabet?"

"…1…2…5-no!...3! I 2 3!" Matt exclaims.

I nod very slowly. "Erm… Well done Matt. If you tell Lorian and Lathenia what you've done, they might give you some…Erm… Cake?"

My words seem to have done the trick, badly structured though they were, 'cause Matt runs out of the room. I turn to Arkarian. "Will you count us down?"

Arkarian sighs. "I don't want to but...-" I give him extreme puppy dog eyes. He sighs again. "- Fine. I will. 3…2…1…GO!"

AN: And that's it for this chapter. Sorry about the big delay. I've been busy enjoying the summer holidays. Anyway…

Next chapter: the return to the house! Did Sadie choose the chocolate cake or the poisoned cooking? Has Marduke escaped out of the window? Has he burned down the house with his awful cooking?

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