A Word from the Author: If Chapter 10 gained me a new audience, Chapter 11 gained me a new fan base. Almost as popular as Chapter 8, this chapter always puts a smile on my face. Even though it is short. But then again, there's hardly a chapter in this story that isn't short. Anyway, this is one of my favorite chapters, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I continue to do.

And for the duration of this chapter, anything that is underlined is supposed to be "crossed out."


Chapter 11 - The Evil Race of Evil Proportions

Rayman was running and eating when suddenly he heard footsteps. Startled, the limbless loser hero turned around. Standing behind him was the menacing enigma of an evil cookie with an evil mustache and covered with evil chocolate chips made of evil dark chocolate with a pinch of evil essence. "Bwahahahahaha!" evilly snorted the evil cookie. "Hello, Rayman! I have come to evilly challenge you to an evil race of evil proportions. If you can beat my most loyal and evil minion in the evil race, I shall evilly show you the way to the evil Mister Dark. Do you accept my evil challenge, or am I too evilly formidable?"

Rayman thought for a moment. "Who am I racing?" he slowly asked. Surely cookies couldn't race?

"You shall be racing... DARK RAYGIRL!" stated the evil cookie as it burst into evil laughter. A monochrome duplicate of a female version of Rayman rose from Rayman's shadow. "Hello, Rayman," Dark Rayman snickered. "Let's, like, so totally race. Or are you too girly to race pretty little ol' me?"

Rayman looked at Dark Raygirl and back to the evil cookie of evil proportions. "Are you serious?" Rayman asked the evil cookie, who might have been evilly smiling had it had an evil face to make an evil smile with.

"Most serious indeed!" answered the evil cookie.

"I am, like, totally rarin' to go, Big Evil C! Can I take this hot stallion on or what?" asked Dark Raygirl.

"Hot stallion!?" Rayman gasped. "Okay, that's it! Let's race!"

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Rayman and Dark Raygirl stood at the starting line. "On your mark... Get set... GO!" announced the evil cookie as he rose his equally evil flag. Rayman and Dark Raygirl took off. It was difficult; they were as fast as the other. Not once did they pass eachother, not once did they even look at eachother. Rayman desperately dodged obstacle after obstacle, trying as hard as he could to pass Dark Raygirl, but it just seemed impossible. The finishing line was coming into view... Would Rayman make it before Dark Raygirl?

Exhausted, Rayman broke down right before the finishing line. He collapsed not an inch away, and could not get up. In his head he could see Dark Raygirl passing him and winning the race. He had lost. There was no way he could win. Well, there was one way...

One week later, Rayman finally had the strength to stand up. Weakly he passed through the finishing line, waiting for mockery. But the mockery never came. "NOOOOOOO!" cried the evil cookie who evilly burst out of an evil nowhere. "You've won! I am evil toast!"

"No, you are cookie. Evil cookie," corrected Rayman. "But how in the world could I have won? I laid there for a week!"

"Well... This is a bit embarrassing, but... Well... Dark Raygirl... She ran... The completely opposite way."

Rayman burst into laughter. Good, jolly laughter. He had succeeded in flying colors! And now after this unexpected victory, he was just steps away from Mister Dark...literally. "Hello, Raynerd," coldly greeted Mister Dark, who sat in a lawn chair drinking some lemonade. "So nice of you to visit."