Happy New Year's! Hope you guys enjoy the chapter. If you like the story though, review, follow, or favorite. Apparently, every 100 viewers I get a follower. #dothemath. Well anyway, here I go. Hope I don't catch Writer's Block.
By the way, forgot to mention, this story's 1 month anniversary! Horray!
A certain girl is typing to her male friend on the computer, oh wait, now she isn't. Well anyway this character is in her room, wait what, she's tearing the door out of its hinges. Yikes. Wouldn't want to be on this girl's bad side. She is stomping down the hall to the door to her hive. She appears to be making the 50 mile walk to another friend's house. Meanwhile, we should probably explain this troll. Her name is Jovena Leijon. (Ho vain uh) She is currently extremely pissed off by the fact that young animals are being abused. While she is generally the kindest person you'll ever meet, she is very susceptible to going GRIMDARK. When she's not controlled by her concern or anger, she enjoys animals, particularly pandas. She had inherited many of her Grandmother's heirlooms, including her claws, blue hat, and old shipping charts. Jovena wishes she could understand them.
Jovena's room consists of many Panda posters and mini statues, although she still has a liking for felines. Although, instead of wearing an olive coat like Nepeta, she wears a dark orange trench coat. She has an obsessiveness over small animals and young animals and will, like mentioned before, go GRIMDARK upon seeing any major kind of abuse on young animals. Upon seeing older animals, she just gets very mad.
Good luck walking 50 miles straight, Jovena.
Matthew decided it was time to find a weapon. Marcos and Matthew searched the exact clone of the other house, looking for usable items. Frying pan? Nope. Shovel? Already taken. Matthew opened a cabinet in the kitchen he had never been allowed to open before, probably because of his age. Inside was perfect. "Marcos, I found the kitchen knives!" Marcos whipped his head and looked in. Knives of all varying sides, serrated and not lay in their holdings. Matthew picked two serrated knives, shifted them in his hands, then nodded. "These are the ones."
Now we're back to Jovena, who's probably exhausted and has, at maximum, walked barely 7 miles. She would be alone in the rain, with no one to comfort her. Let's see. The 7 mile point is around here, which she is not present at. Let's look back. 6 miles, nothing. 5 miles, nope. 4 miles, not a trace. 3 miles, clean as a whistle. 2 miles, is it possible she breached 7? 1 mile, guess so. Her house is still fine, except for a lamp knocked on the ground and the door torn off its hinges. Let's go look at the miles again. 8 miles, 9 miles, 10 miles, 12 miles, 15 miles. How is this possible? No creature I have ever seen has made it past 15 miles straight in less than 4 hours. She's past 20 miles?! What?!
Ahem. Sorry, lost my composure. Anyway, Jovena is at the halfway point already in the "Hub" as the trolls call it. The leader set it up so each troll has, just for reference, an 'hour' out of a clock. One slice of the pie. In the center is the hub. Full computer lab, underground bunker, kitchen equipment. And an enlarged couch. Every house is exactly 25 miles from the "Hub." It isn't that bad though, considering all of the trolls have cars or fast transportation devices of some though the leader has his own house, he generally spends his time managing the trolls that pass through the Hub.
Jovena stormed in from her door and was greeting with, "Why hello Jovena. How are you faring today?" She remained silent and walked past him. "Why are you ignoring me? You're generally not like this." And with that, Jovena leaped back and slashed him straight in the face. He stumbled back, shocked. He swiped some of the blood off his face before yelling, "Is this how you treat your leader? I have ways of punishing you you cannot even imagine unless you apologize this instant!" She ignored him, about to walk the stretch to the Nitrams' household. "Jovena. Be mature and come back here. I don't know why you're being so weird but I'm sure it wasn't worth slashing me in the face. Jovena turned around with a scowl, her now ghostly purple eyes glaring at him. The leader, for the first time in a while, felt a tinge of fear. He shrugged it off, but made a grimace because of the pain. He could only keep up his sedate facade for so long. As soon as Jovena stormed out the door, one of the two trolls on the couch currently laughed and said, "What's the matter, Verray? Lost your cool?" The troll walked up to him and grabbed him by his collar. "Setrax Ampora, if this ever goes out of this room, I will tell everybody your secret about Hefora. Understood?" The troll nodded before changing the Alternian television channel. Televisions were expensive, and probably the only reason worth ever coming to the Hub.
When a new cellkeeper had been given to the two, obviously less naive, came to give them food, Rose asked to use her only call. The cell keeper wasn't sure if that existed but decided to inquire to a guard anyway. The guard shrugged and said it was probably fine, so the cell keeper approved. Another guard joined and escorted the girl to the storage room where they held her phone, and said she had 5 minutes. Not exactly how it works, but they didn't say she couldn't use Pesterchum. She got ahold of Dave and told him to create a Skype and message John's descendant about this stone that supposedly held their god tier powers. Dave's response was...
"ok sure man but you owe me some AJ when you get out of there."
