A/N: Wah… here's another chappie.. And thanx for the reviews peepz!! Thank u so much! Made me all happy.. ^__^ Sorrie, but no new Clydes in this chpt!! :( And Chrissie, that review seriously got me all hyper!! XD
-- sylver rain
The Clydesdales
Chapter 15: We Are Not Lost
"We are not lost." Remy argued as the herd trotted on in the desert. He turned the map around and squinted at it, then turned it around again.
They kept walking on through the boiling desert in silence, as the glaring sun shone down upon them.
"You sure were not lost, yo?" Todd asked suddenly.
"We are not lost." Remy seethed for the umpteenth time. He turned the map upside down again.
The herd kept going, and soon they were all getting tired. Lance piped up, "Man, you sure we're not lost?"
"NO! We are not lost!!"
Pietro grunted, "Gambit! We've been walking around in the searing heat of this natural oven for over two hours already and apparently the fucking landmarks just aren't in the mood to show themselves. I THINK WE'RE LOST."
Remy glared at Quicksilver and scrunched the map up, then shove it into his pocket, "I hate reading maps." He mumbled.
The Clydesdales stared at him.
"You WHAT?" Evan yelled.
"That's all yah can say?!" Rogue would have torn her hair out if it weren't for those darn hooves.
Pietro gave him the longer version, "You led us through an entire massive destitute and not to mention burning and bone-dry desert, when we've used up almost all our food and water, wasting all our life-preserving energy and dehydrating us as we promenaded along, only to get lost and all you can say is 'I hate reading maps'?! You could've told us, I dunno, TWO HOURS EARLIER?!"
"It's not Remy's fault you guys don't have hands to hold them!" Remy snapped.
"I knew it, yo. We shoulda stuck to the first plan and just let Speedy scout the place out first. But Mr. Map-reader here wants to prove that he had stupid map-reading skills!" Todd glared at Remy.
"Well, Remy won't hafta prove myself if Rocky here din make the stupid bet that Remy can't!" Remy snarled back, "So it's Lance's fault!"
"No it isn't!" Lance growled, "And since you brought it up, I won the bet!" He stuck his tongue out at Remy, who did the same back.
Todd suddenly said, "Ya know, this whole mess is actually Kar's fault! If he hadn't turned us all into horses, we would have hands and can hold the maps ourselves, yo!"
"Ve vouldn't even be in zis desert in the first place if Kar hadn't turned us into horses." Kurt muttered. Todd pondered for a moment, "Good point yo."
"Pietro, you still got enough energy left to scout the area?" Lance asked.
"Well Lance, have you got enough energy to bury us all alive?" Pietro asked back, "If you guys are all beat, so am I. I'll probably be able to run for two miles before I waste out."
"We're doomed." Warren mumbled under his breath.
"Hey! Look at those tracks, yo!" Todd chirped.
The herd surveyed the scene and true enough, they were tracks. "They look like… horse tracks!" Evan cried happily.
"Yea! We just follow them and we may come across some desert village or somethin'!" Todd cheered.
Pietro looked at the tracks closely, then snorted, "Those are our tracks, you idiot!"
"Hey, yea! Zhose are our tracks…" Kurt agreed.
"We've been walking around in circles!" Pietro cried.
"Told you we're doomed." Warren said.
"Angel, can you fly up for a short while and scan the area? Just see if there's any village or whatever in sight." Remy asked. Warren wearily took off, only to come back down shaking his head, "All I saw was sand, sand and sand."
"Kurt, please tell me you can still teleport." Evan asked.
"All of you? Vell, if you guys didn't keep making me teleport you all at the start of zis journey, I could still have had some energy left." Kurt replied, "And even if I did teleport you, where do we go?"
"We're gonna die and get eaten!" Todd suddenly yelped. Everyone turned and looked at him.
"What makes yah think that?" Rogue asked.
"Vultures!"
They looked up and sure enough, about a dozen vultures were circling overhead.
"ARGH! STUPID BIRDS!" Evan screamed, shooting up at the vultures with his spikes. The herd stared at him as he ran around, sending his thorn-like bullets flying.
"Ha. Knew he'd be the first to lose it." Pietro said.
"At least we get some food." Remy said, watching as dead vultures rain down around them.
"You mean, you get food. We're horses, for pete's sake! We don't eat meat!" Lance was close to yelling.
"It's not Remy's fault y'all are herbivores, so quit screaming!" Remy snapped back.
"Once again, it's Kar's fault." Todd said.
They set off once again, this time, with a bag full of dead vultures and no idea as to where they're going, and soon some of them got delusional.
"A SWAMP!!" Todd screamed at the top of his lungs, and he started hopping toward it.
"What swamp?" Warren stared at the empty space Todd was jumping to.
"Todd! Get back! It's just a mirage!" Pietro yelled, but Todd was too hysterical to listen.
"Mud! Wonderful mud!" Todd squealed, "Oh, glorious mud!"
The herd stared as Todd squirmed around in a pool of sand. "Todd, get out of there. You're only gonna tire yourself out." Lance said.
"Mud mud mud!!!" Todd sang as he swam around in the sand.
"Get out! Yah getting sand on everyone!" Rogue yelled.
"No, vait!" Kurt said, "I felt vater!"
"It's probably just another mirage." Evan said.
"Don't be an idiot." Lance said, "You can't feel mirages, can you?"
The herd stared at Todd, and it seemed like Todd was squirming so much that he was practically digging into the sand, and there seemed to be water spurting out from it.
"WATER!" Pietro yelled, dashing toward Todd and digging at super speed.
The rest of the herd joined, and soon they were all drinking deeply from a small pool of water.
"Wow, that was good." Rogue said. The water was pretty much gone, and all that was left was a patch of wet sand that was quickly drying up.
"So where do we go now?" Warren asked the rest.
No one answered, as no one had a clue as to what to do now and which direction to take.
Without any warning, a short dark skin man jumped out from behind a sand dune, followed by about thirty more.
"What the hell?" Remy said as the small men surrounded him and the herd.
The man they first saw came up to Remy and started speaking in some kind of language. Remy stood there, staring at the small man in confusion.
When Remy didn't answer, the small man got angry and started poking at Remy with the blunt end of a long spear he had been holding. Then the man started saying something to the rest of the small men, who ran forward and started jabbing their spears at the Clydesdales, forcing them to move.
"Where the hell are they taking us?" Evan whispered to Kurt.
End of Chapter 15
A/N: Ok, that was a pretty lame chapter, but oh well…
