Authors' Note: The last chapter was kind of a cliffhanger, and I'm sorry if that bothered you. Fortunately, there will not be too many cliffhangers this week. Why, you ask? A hurricane is coming. Yes, we know, the other day it was an earthquake, and now it's a hurricane. Hurricane Irene is coming. We do not own the Sisters Grimm.

Chapter 11

When you find a good witch who then became bad but apparently turned good again lying dead on the floor of her house, followed by a mark that stirs your earliest memories, it shakes you up a little. I have a feeling that the mark meant more for Sabrina and Daphne than it did for me, because on the way back, they kept whispering ominously.

"Do you think they're really back?" Sabrina whispered to Daphne.

"I don't know. Maybe….. a prank?" replied Daphne.

"But why would…" I couldn't hear the rest of her sentence. I did, however, hear my name mentioned several times.

"Well, what should we do now?" I asked, breaking the silence. Sabrina turned to look at me.

"First things first," she said, becoming businesslike, as if she did this every day. "We bring the wands back to Baba Yaga and tell her what happened. Then, we go back to the house and explain to everyone. We need to see if this is legit, or just a prank."

"A twisted prank," Daphne muttered.

"So, we'll start tomorrow," said Sabrina. Wait. Did she say tomorrow? Tomorrow?

"But tomorrow's Easter!" protested Daphne. "What about the candy? We have plenty of time to search afterwards. No need to panic."

"I'm not panicking, I'm just planning!" insisted Sabrina. "We need to be prepared."

"No, we don't," I said. I didn't know what was going on, or what this Scarlet Hand crap meant, but I didn't see any need to jump to conclusions. "If these people are being that obvious," I continued, "Then obviously, they're not good at planning. So if they are a threat, it's not gonna be for a while."

Daphne nodded. "Basil's making a good point. And again, what about the candy!"

"Daphne, you're acting like a seven year old. Basil, you're probably right, but we still have to take precautions and tell everyone. I don't want it to end up like last time!"

"There was a last time?" I asked. They were silent. Sabrina looked like she was about to hyperventilate.

"Shoot. I shouldn't have said that."

"Yes, there was, but it's not important right now," Daphne said quickly, trying to cover up for Sabrina's mistake.

"Well, I'll drop you two off at the house, and then I'll go find Baba Yaga and give her the wands back before she goes nuts and tries to eat us," said Sabrina firmly.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea. No one wants to get eaten," agreed Daphne.

..~0~..

Sabrina left us standing in the driveway, and her red SUV reversed and sped away, as if she was trying to ditch us. Which I guess she was.

Daphne and I went outside and I tried to worm the answers out of her. What did Sabrina mean when she said that there was a 'last time'? What was the big deal about the Scarlet hand, anyway? But Daphne refused to crack. She said that I would find out in good time and that I shouldn't worry. So we played Monopoly. Which seemed kind of strange, like: oh hey, we just found a dead body. Let's play a game!

Apparently, Mom, Dad, Red, and Mr. Canis were all off somewhere else, Puck was at work. That reminded me something. I still didn't know if Puck was really a dentist, or in the mafia.

"Hey Daphne, is Puck really a dentist, or is that just a cover story?" I asked.

"Yeah, he is. Why?"

"I don't know. It seems a little odd for someone like him."

"Yeah, I was surprised too. But then he found out how profitable it was. Apparently he enjoys causing pain and misery and getting paid for it. Why, what did you think he did?" she asked.

Oh, this was awkward. "Mafia," I mumbled, totally embarrassed. To my surprise, she nodded as if this was reasonable.

"Well, if you met his family, that's not surprising. If I didn't know better, I'd think his mom was some kind of mob mistress. I mean, she dressed like one. And it's really lucky you didn't meet his dad. Then you would have thought for sure that he was in the Mafia."

"Uh-huh," I said thoughtfully. "Hey, can I buy Park Avenue?"

"No way, little brother."

..~0~..

So yeah, that was yesterday. Today, though, was Easter. Every year, there's a big Easter Egg Hunt in the town square. I'm a little old for it, but afterwards, there's the Egging Festival. Basically, it's just a bunch of people gathered onto the soccer filed behind the school, wearing protective covering so you hardly know who's who, and trying to hit as many people as possible with eggs. Not real eggs, just large paintballs. So, yeah, it's cool.

I saw Robert, Daniella, and Marvin standing together, and I went to join them.

"Hi, guys," I said. "You seen Rose?"

"She's not coming," said Daniella. "See, her dad says that the Egging Festival is 'barbaric', and a sport for 'commoners'. But hey, you know about Everafters now, right? Well, most people in this town are royalty, and they still go. Like me."

Robert nodded. "It's true." It looked like he was about to say something else, but someone in all black ran up to us and interrupted.

"Okay let's do this!" the person exclaimed. We looked at the figure.

"Do we know you?" I asked.

The person took off a pair of dark sunglasses. "It's me, Rose," she said. It's an awkward moment when you realize that you didn't recognize one of your friends.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Marvin asked her. "You look like a ninja."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Rose said gravely. She took a step into the sun and unzipped her coat, revealing a….very interesting dress.

It was a light pink dress, decked with ruffles and purple glitter. It had puffy sleeves and a giant rhinestone-studded ribbon at the back. Basically it looked like a dress a 5-year-old's parents would force them to wear. Sadly, the sun's rays managed to hit every sparkly thing on the dress, making it nearly blinding.

"AAAAAGGHHHHHHH! MY EYES!" Robert wailed as he fell to the ground.

"Stop being so dramatic," Rose muttered, clearly embarrassed. She put her coat back on and adjusted her sunglasses. Then, the Egging Festival began.

I tell you, this was not something for the faint-hearted. It was an all out battle; the survival of the fittest; a war, even. I shot paintball after paintball after paintball, but they kept coming. It was epic. Unfortunately, I was taken out.

Finally, there were only two people left on the field. One of them was Marvin, and the other was some scrawny kid I didn't know. They tried to shoot each other continuously, and eventually, the kid fell to the ground. Marvin strode up to him and stared down with a glint of craziness in his eye. And then, the final shot of the Egging Festival was fired.

But not by Marvin. The scrawny kid had won.

..~0~..

Marvin in was what some called a 'sour-pussy pickle mood'. Although, in hindsight, it didn't really help that we were teasing him. But seriously, Marvin isn't exactly small or weak. It was a little sad that he was beaten by a kid who didn't look much older than 9.

"I'm never gonna let you forget that, Marvin," Robert laughed.

We then got into an argument about whether or not we smelled like eggs. Yes, they were paintball eggs, but did we smell like eggs? None of us were really sure.

So, yeah, that's how I spent my Easter.

End of Chapter

Authors' Note: First, we've got some important things to say.

1) We may not be able to update for a few days, because there is a hurricane coming to our town, and we might lose power. Yes, we know; 2 days ago there was an earthquake, and now, a hurricane. This is not a good week for our town.

2) Cilantro will appear in the next chapter.

3) Reading Reviews with Lea and Cal

RockstarGurl444: Glad you liked the ending! Thanks for reading.

RockSuperstar: Sorry, I wasn't really thinking when we wrote about the play because we stupidly forgot not everyone has seen it. But anyway, Wicked is basically a prequel to the Wizard of Oz, except it explains that the Wicked Witch of the West was really good, and everything she did to Dorothy was because of a misunderstanding. So both the book and the movie are correct.

Evil Scrapbooker: We were the trolls! Thanks for reading and reviewing.

reviewer (the flaming ReViEwEr): Your review was quite amusing. And now that I think about it, you're right; the only trolls that sing are from Dora. Still, the trolls will sing for comic relief, should we bring them back. The only thing that confuses me about your review: If you thought the first chapter was bad, why did you keep reading? I mean, that was kind of stupid of you. Cerulean just insulted someone! Some one write it down! History was made today!

Well, that's all for now.

~Cerulean and Apocalypse=)