"How in the hell did they manage to knock on the door?" Lara mused, as she
went to see who had arrived.
"Hello, Lara."
"Jean-Yves!" Lara smiled, and went to hug him. He pushed her back.
"Is he here?" He asked. Lara shrugged.
"Probably. Look in the Gym." She followed as he ran in that direction.
"You!" Jean-Yves screeched, pointing in Pierre's direction.
"What?" Pierre took a step backwards, looking nervous.
"You killed her!"
"Killed who?"
"Madeline."
"Madeline?"
"Yes." Jean-Yves sniffed. "Madeline, my dear Madeline."
"Larson." Pierre turned to him. "Have we killed anyone called Madeline recently?"
"Urm..." Larson pulled a list from his pocket. "...Madeline, Madeline...er...no, No Madelines."
"See?" Pierre turned back to Jean-Yves. "No Madelines."
"You ran her over!" Jean-Yves cried.
"I think I would have noticed." Pierre sneered. "There's a big kind of *bump* when you hit a person."
"Person?" Jean-Yves snorted. "She's a Cat!"
"A Cat?" Pierre laughed. "You're getting all whiney about some cat?"
"She was NOT some cat!" Jean-Yves hissed. "She was MY cat! And now..." He paused to brushed a tear from his eye. "...now, she is dead."
"I'm so upset." Pierre said sarcastically. Jean-Yves eyes narrowed, and he turned and began to leave the room.
"Honestly." Pierre chortled. "Getting all upset about some flea-bitten cat."
With a scream, Jean-Yves had turned and pounced on Pierre. He pushed him to the ground, and pinned him there.
"Flea-bitten cat?" He growled. Pierre gathered all his strenght and shoved Jean-Yves off of him. He began to run to the direction of the swimming pool, but Jean-Yves grabbed his legs and Pierre fell backwards again. He began kicking Jean-Yves in the face, but Jean-Yves continued to climb up his body. With one great movement, Pierre got Jean-Yves right in the groin. Jean-Yves screamed in pain, and rolled off. Larson gave him a pitying look.
Pierre had dissappeared into the swimming pool room. Lara and the others went there, to find Pierre trying to climb to the top of the large statue by Lara's pool.
Jean-Yves sprinted over to where the statue was, and began throwing all his weight against it. Pierre shrieked, and held on. Jean-Yves continued to smash.
"Jean-Yves, careful!" Lara warned. "That statue is very-"
But before she could say another word, the statue came loose from its fixture and toppled into the pool, Pierre with it. Without a word, Jean- Yves threw his jacket to Lara and jumped into the pool after Pierre.
"Shouldn't we stop them?" Sophia asked. Lara tutted and shook her head. "It's fun to watch."
"Yes, but we shouldn't be watching!" Natla complained. "We should be sorting out my problem?"
"What problem?" Lara asked, eyes still on the two men, who were fighting on the water surface.
"You'll be fine, sis." Sophia waved a hand at her.
It was the enormous splash that made them turn. Natla had jumped into the water and was now thrashing about.
"Help!" she cried. "I can't swim!"
"You did that on purpose!" Sophia protested.
"No! I didn't!" Natla held her breath and went under for a few seconds, as if to prove her point. "I can't swim!"
"I'd better help her." Lara sighed. "Just in case she IS telling the truth." She took a step near the pool, but slipped on the water that was on the tiles. Crying out, she grabbed Sophia to stop her tumbling. It did no good, and the pair of them went toppling in.
They all thrashed about underwater for a while. Finally, Lara surfaced, holding Natla by one arm and Sophia by the other. Pierre and Jean-Yves had not noticed, and were still in battled. Larson, the only dry one, had gotten himself a chair from the hall and was now sitting watching the scene, looking slightly amused.
"Are you okay?" Lara asked Natla.
"Sure." Natla cackled, and swam off to the boys. She grabbed them both and spun them round.
"Stop it." She ordered. Jean-Yves blushed and smiled, and Pierre sighed and swam to the edge of the pool.
"Fair lady." Jean-Yves grinned. "Allow me to help you out of this pool."
"Urr...okay." Natla swam off the edge of the pool, Jean-Yves in close pursuit.
"Larson, get in here." Sophia told him. Larson raised his eyebrows.
"What, and get myself wet like you lot?" He laughed. "Naah."
Sophia scowled and climbed out of the pool. She went behind Larson and went to push him from the chair, but Larson was too quick. He jumped up and grinned at her, but his grin faded when he fell backwards straight into the pool. He surfaced and scowled, and began swimming to the edge.
"You lot are too funny." said a voice. Lara turned to the doorway, and she groaned at what...or rather, who she saw.
"Hello, Lara."
"Jean-Yves!" Lara smiled, and went to hug him. He pushed her back.
"Is he here?" He asked. Lara shrugged.
"Probably. Look in the Gym." She followed as he ran in that direction.
"You!" Jean-Yves screeched, pointing in Pierre's direction.
"What?" Pierre took a step backwards, looking nervous.
"You killed her!"
"Killed who?"
"Madeline."
"Madeline?"
"Yes." Jean-Yves sniffed. "Madeline, my dear Madeline."
"Larson." Pierre turned to him. "Have we killed anyone called Madeline recently?"
"Urm..." Larson pulled a list from his pocket. "...Madeline, Madeline...er...no, No Madelines."
"See?" Pierre turned back to Jean-Yves. "No Madelines."
"You ran her over!" Jean-Yves cried.
"I think I would have noticed." Pierre sneered. "There's a big kind of *bump* when you hit a person."
"Person?" Jean-Yves snorted. "She's a Cat!"
"A Cat?" Pierre laughed. "You're getting all whiney about some cat?"
"She was NOT some cat!" Jean-Yves hissed. "She was MY cat! And now..." He paused to brushed a tear from his eye. "...now, she is dead."
"I'm so upset." Pierre said sarcastically. Jean-Yves eyes narrowed, and he turned and began to leave the room.
"Honestly." Pierre chortled. "Getting all upset about some flea-bitten cat."
With a scream, Jean-Yves had turned and pounced on Pierre. He pushed him to the ground, and pinned him there.
"Flea-bitten cat?" He growled. Pierre gathered all his strenght and shoved Jean-Yves off of him. He began to run to the direction of the swimming pool, but Jean-Yves grabbed his legs and Pierre fell backwards again. He began kicking Jean-Yves in the face, but Jean-Yves continued to climb up his body. With one great movement, Pierre got Jean-Yves right in the groin. Jean-Yves screamed in pain, and rolled off. Larson gave him a pitying look.
Pierre had dissappeared into the swimming pool room. Lara and the others went there, to find Pierre trying to climb to the top of the large statue by Lara's pool.
Jean-Yves sprinted over to where the statue was, and began throwing all his weight against it. Pierre shrieked, and held on. Jean-Yves continued to smash.
"Jean-Yves, careful!" Lara warned. "That statue is very-"
But before she could say another word, the statue came loose from its fixture and toppled into the pool, Pierre with it. Without a word, Jean- Yves threw his jacket to Lara and jumped into the pool after Pierre.
"Shouldn't we stop them?" Sophia asked. Lara tutted and shook her head. "It's fun to watch."
"Yes, but we shouldn't be watching!" Natla complained. "We should be sorting out my problem?"
"What problem?" Lara asked, eyes still on the two men, who were fighting on the water surface.
"You'll be fine, sis." Sophia waved a hand at her.
It was the enormous splash that made them turn. Natla had jumped into the water and was now thrashing about.
"Help!" she cried. "I can't swim!"
"You did that on purpose!" Sophia protested.
"No! I didn't!" Natla held her breath and went under for a few seconds, as if to prove her point. "I can't swim!"
"I'd better help her." Lara sighed. "Just in case she IS telling the truth." She took a step near the pool, but slipped on the water that was on the tiles. Crying out, she grabbed Sophia to stop her tumbling. It did no good, and the pair of them went toppling in.
They all thrashed about underwater for a while. Finally, Lara surfaced, holding Natla by one arm and Sophia by the other. Pierre and Jean-Yves had not noticed, and were still in battled. Larson, the only dry one, had gotten himself a chair from the hall and was now sitting watching the scene, looking slightly amused.
"Are you okay?" Lara asked Natla.
"Sure." Natla cackled, and swam off to the boys. She grabbed them both and spun them round.
"Stop it." She ordered. Jean-Yves blushed and smiled, and Pierre sighed and swam to the edge of the pool.
"Fair lady." Jean-Yves grinned. "Allow me to help you out of this pool."
"Urr...okay." Natla swam off the edge of the pool, Jean-Yves in close pursuit.
"Larson, get in here." Sophia told him. Larson raised his eyebrows.
"What, and get myself wet like you lot?" He laughed. "Naah."
Sophia scowled and climbed out of the pool. She went behind Larson and went to push him from the chair, but Larson was too quick. He jumped up and grinned at her, but his grin faded when he fell backwards straight into the pool. He surfaced and scowled, and began swimming to the edge.
"You lot are too funny." said a voice. Lara turned to the doorway, and she groaned at what...or rather, who she saw.