Sorry I couldn't post yesterday. So much going on in my life right now. However, I did manage to finish one of my Underbelly of a Book series pictures and post it to dA. I do hope this interesting turn makes up for the wait. Again, if you haven't reviewed yet, your opinion means a lot to me, so please take the time to let me know what you think.

"So, these guys look familiar at all to you, Douchebag?" I asked. He nodded, watching them intently.

"I'll take care of this, buddies," Butters proclaimed selflessly. I grabbed his shoulder. "No, wait!" He patted my hand with a smile and then walked right out of my front door, still in his jammies. He tried to call out over the chanting, and it took a couple of progressively louder attempts. "Excuse me? Uh, could I get your attention please? Excuse me! HEY!"

The strange group of yellow robed men stopped and looked right at him, and he continued. "Who are you, and what are you doing on this private property uninvited?" I rolled my eyes at 'private property', as if my dad paid for this land. But it's not like they knew that, so I hoped it would work anyway.

One of the group members began to explain. "We've come to deliver a warning. The Blind Prophet will explain." The eldest of the group stepped closer. He had a really long beard and literally no eyes. I don't think he had a tongue either. He was pretty gross looking, and he just spoke in weird ass mumbles. "Mmmuuh huuuh bluh ppphhh uh."

Butters looked back at me and I looked at the new kid, who looked at me and then at Butters and then at the weird ass cultists. I sighed and stepped forward a bit, Karen clinging to my arm. "Go away. You're scaring my little sister."

Most of the group made confused faces. The same guy who spoke up before did so again. "I'm afraid we haven't much time. It seems you and Dovahkin are both in great danger."

Just then, one of the yellow robed people came in and stabbed the blind guy from behind, who screamed in horrendous pain. Butters put his hands over his mouth. "Jesus Christ!" I covered my sister's eyes. "Go to mom and dad's room and fetch the gun." She nodded and hurried off.

The traitorous murderer ripped off his robe to reveal a black one underneath. "All hail the Dread Lord Cthulhu!" he declared before being overcome and restrained by the men in yellow. He crunched on something in his mouth. One of the men in yellow tried to force him to spit it out, but he started convulsing and foaming at the mouth and then died.

I watched on in shock. "Sick dude!" Butters freaked out. "Shit! Oh God, oh Jesus, oh Mother Mary, Mother of God, oh Jesus! They're dead!"

Karen handed me the gun, a nice big shot gun, and I pointed it at the men in yellow robes. "Get off my property! NOW!"

One of the cultists stood up and took one step toward me and I aimed it at him. He put up his arms in surrender. "Don't you understand? You boys are in danger! The cult of Cthulhu won't stop until they've gotten rid of both of you!"

I rose a brow, still keeping aim. "Why? Aren't they the ones who made me?"

"That's the thing! The ritual isn't exactly foolproof, and they've discovered you aren't one of Cthulhu's children, like they intended," the cultist explained.

I lowered the shotgun, feeling completely overwhelmed by what he'd said. "One of Cthulhu's... children? I was supposed to be a child of Cthulhu's?"

Another man in yellow interjected. "Yes, but you're not. And that's put you in grave danger. And you, Dovahkin, they have been after you for quite some time."

I looked over at Douchebag, who met my eyes momentarily before looking back over at the yellow robed guys, then I looked at them too. "What am I?"