Hi, not dead...yet...anyway, thank you for review and I have decided to write another chapter. Again, I would really, really, really, really, really like someone to do a MSTing for this, if anyone knows what that is. If you don't ask me or look at the humor section of any series and there's sure to be a few. Review and I might write another faster, probably not but there's always the chance.
The Insanity One Can Cause
Things were getting pretty awkward. It was all that kiss's, or rather kisses', fault, though Eryn steadfastly denied being responsible for any of it. Since she had selective memory it made sense to her. Miguel and her couldn't talk without those long silences were both of them struggled to find something to talk about, usually it didn't work. Most of the time they just stood around acting like neither one noticed anything wrong. She was on the verge of tearing her hair out.
To top things off she had once again become lost, her ability in that department had become something of a legend among those aboard the Vione. So she wandered around aimlessly, acting like she knew where she was going and failing miserably.
Miguel had gone out with the other 'slayers and their leader, the psychotic Dilandau, without telling her anything. Not that she cared of course, because she didn't. Really, she didn't. Still, he could have given her some warning.
"Jerk," she muttered under her breath and turned down a random corridor hoping it would lead her to someplace that she would recognize.
Amber eyes scanned the hall and found that it didn't trigger any sort of recollection on her part.
"God damn it!"
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"God damn it!" Miguel cried when it became apparent that Eryn had once again wandered off on her own. He had hoped, albeit he knew better, that she wouldn't do that, of course he had never really thought she had much common sense to begin with.
"I'm guessing you lost a certain violent girl?" Gatti queried as he walked past the pissed off looking Miguel.
"I didn't LOSE anything, she wandered off again," he growled running a hand through his brown hair, gray eyes seething.
"Sure. I think one of the guards saw her heading off towards the restricted area, if that helps any," Gatti told him with a parting wave.
"Towards the...Damn it all!" He paled thinking of what lay in that direction. Why did that girl have to seek out danger with such tenacity?
Muttering an assortment of expletives under his breath her charged off in the indicated location. When he got his hands on her he was going to strangle her, if she didn't get herself killed before that. With that thought in mind he started running faster.
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"Really? That's so interesting," Eryn said enthusiastically, despite the needles in her arm. "So you like study fate or something?" The man nodded solemnly and checked her vital signs.
"Are you comfortable," he asked as he went off to do something else.
"Fine. So why do you need my blood?" she asked shifting slightly on the surgical table.
"I'm interested in seeing whether your blood is different from that of Gaean stock," he told her softly. She could tell he wasn't the talkative type, but that didn't really matter because he was pretty hot.
"Eryn!" a voice called from somewhere nearby. She recognized the voice as Miguel's.
"Jerk," she muttered under her breath. But you like him, a little part of her mind giggled. She smacked that part repeatedly until it crawled away in tears. At least it had shut up.
"Eryn!" Miguel called bursting into the room. He paused for a moment and took in his surroundings like a good little, or not, soldier. Actually there really wasn't anything little about him. Then her mind wandered into dirty territory and she had to jerk it back into some semblance of propriety.
"Oh look who it is. Mr. I'm-going-to-leave-without-saying-why-or-where-just-because-I'm-some-big-macho-guy-eventhough-I-get-my-ass-kicked-by-a-girl," she called sarcastically, amber eyes narrowed with annoyance.
"Hello, Miguel. I'm assuming Dilandau made you her...companion," the guy she had been talking to earlier commented emerging from the shadows. Miguel stiffened, his face deathly pale. Was he afraid? She thought that that was amusing.
"My Lord," Miguel said stiffly, his whole posture radiating intense dislike. "Are you alright?" he directed that to her, worry and anger mingling in his voice.
"I'm fine," she informed him imperiously, then stuck out her tongue at him.
"Good, then get off of that," he told her and grabbed hold of her arm, the arm with the needles.
"Aaaaaaaah! Don't touch me there! I have needles in it you idiot!" she yelled kicking at him with her foot.
"Sorry, but you don't want to stay here any longer than you have to," he growled grabbing the tubes connected to the needles and yanking everything out. She gave a piercing scream and slugged him.
"Perhaps it would be best if you two leave," the hot doctor man commented with a trace of amusement.
"Thanks for everything. It was fun," she called as Miguel dragged her kicking out of the room. "If you touch that arm again I'm going to KILL you!"
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So how was it? I want to get tons of reviews, maybe around 95, before I write again. This is because I'm very busy right now and will continue to be for the next four weeks. So REVIEW and someone, anyone, please do a MST for this story. It would make me very, very happy if someone would. Puuuuleeeeeze?
The Insanity One Can Cause
Things were getting pretty awkward. It was all that kiss's, or rather kisses', fault, though Eryn steadfastly denied being responsible for any of it. Since she had selective memory it made sense to her. Miguel and her couldn't talk without those long silences were both of them struggled to find something to talk about, usually it didn't work. Most of the time they just stood around acting like neither one noticed anything wrong. She was on the verge of tearing her hair out.
To top things off she had once again become lost, her ability in that department had become something of a legend among those aboard the Vione. So she wandered around aimlessly, acting like she knew where she was going and failing miserably.
Miguel had gone out with the other 'slayers and their leader, the psychotic Dilandau, without telling her anything. Not that she cared of course, because she didn't. Really, she didn't. Still, he could have given her some warning.
"Jerk," she muttered under her breath and turned down a random corridor hoping it would lead her to someplace that she would recognize.
Amber eyes scanned the hall and found that it didn't trigger any sort of recollection on her part.
"God damn it!"
* * * *
"God damn it!" Miguel cried when it became apparent that Eryn had once again wandered off on her own. He had hoped, albeit he knew better, that she wouldn't do that, of course he had never really thought she had much common sense to begin with.
"I'm guessing you lost a certain violent girl?" Gatti queried as he walked past the pissed off looking Miguel.
"I didn't LOSE anything, she wandered off again," he growled running a hand through his brown hair, gray eyes seething.
"Sure. I think one of the guards saw her heading off towards the restricted area, if that helps any," Gatti told him with a parting wave.
"Towards the...Damn it all!" He paled thinking of what lay in that direction. Why did that girl have to seek out danger with such tenacity?
Muttering an assortment of expletives under his breath her charged off in the indicated location. When he got his hands on her he was going to strangle her, if she didn't get herself killed before that. With that thought in mind he started running faster.
* * * *
"Really? That's so interesting," Eryn said enthusiastically, despite the needles in her arm. "So you like study fate or something?" The man nodded solemnly and checked her vital signs.
"Are you comfortable," he asked as he went off to do something else.
"Fine. So why do you need my blood?" she asked shifting slightly on the surgical table.
"I'm interested in seeing whether your blood is different from that of Gaean stock," he told her softly. She could tell he wasn't the talkative type, but that didn't really matter because he was pretty hot.
"Eryn!" a voice called from somewhere nearby. She recognized the voice as Miguel's.
"Jerk," she muttered under her breath. But you like him, a little part of her mind giggled. She smacked that part repeatedly until it crawled away in tears. At least it had shut up.
"Eryn!" Miguel called bursting into the room. He paused for a moment and took in his surroundings like a good little, or not, soldier. Actually there really wasn't anything little about him. Then her mind wandered into dirty territory and she had to jerk it back into some semblance of propriety.
"Oh look who it is. Mr. I'm-going-to-leave-without-saying-why-or-where-just-because-I'm-some-big-macho-guy-eventhough-I-get-my-ass-kicked-by-a-girl," she called sarcastically, amber eyes narrowed with annoyance.
"Hello, Miguel. I'm assuming Dilandau made you her...companion," the guy she had been talking to earlier commented emerging from the shadows. Miguel stiffened, his face deathly pale. Was he afraid? She thought that that was amusing.
"My Lord," Miguel said stiffly, his whole posture radiating intense dislike. "Are you alright?" he directed that to her, worry and anger mingling in his voice.
"I'm fine," she informed him imperiously, then stuck out her tongue at him.
"Good, then get off of that," he told her and grabbed hold of her arm, the arm with the needles.
"Aaaaaaaah! Don't touch me there! I have needles in it you idiot!" she yelled kicking at him with her foot.
"Sorry, but you don't want to stay here any longer than you have to," he growled grabbing the tubes connected to the needles and yanking everything out. She gave a piercing scream and slugged him.
"Perhaps it would be best if you two leave," the hot doctor man commented with a trace of amusement.
"Thanks for everything. It was fun," she called as Miguel dragged her kicking out of the room. "If you touch that arm again I'm going to KILL you!"
* * * *
So how was it? I want to get tons of reviews, maybe around 95, before I write again. This is because I'm very busy right now and will continue to be for the next four weeks. So REVIEW and someone, anyone, please do a MST for this story. It would make me very, very happy if someone would. Puuuuleeeeeze?